Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Oct 24, 2020

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2020 #7

 She drove out of Nui avenue onto Kamehameha highway, where she had to stop for oncoming traffic. The four men, coming off a high from crack, needed a bad fix.

Deva presented with the perfect opportunity while she idled her Chevy, waiting for an opening. They ran toward her car, readied, and prepared to kill Deva if she put up a fight, but they never got the chance. The large brindled dog appeared from out of nowhere and brutally attacked them. Witnessing the horrible scenario, Deva burnt rubber and took off. She was safe, nothing to worry herself over. A few days later, Deva found herself at the end of Nui avenue again, ready to join the oncoming traffic flow.  The Chevy died suddenly. She got out of the car and went to check under the hood. Deva had no clue that a driver had fallen asleep at the wheel of his SUV. The massive truck veered off the road and made a beeline toward Deva; she never saw it coming. The large brindled dog appeared out of nowhere and leaped on Deva, safely pushing her out of the way of the oncoming behemoth. 

A few nights later, Deva awoke to the smell of thick smoke in her house. Someone left a pot on the stove to make hard-boiled eggs. Whoever it was must have forgotten about it. The pot made of plexiglass melted and caused a fire; the thick smoke cause Deva to pass out. When she awoke, she was lying on her lawn while her house went down in flames. Witnesses informed her that a large brindled dog pulled her out of the house and dragged her to safety. Deva considered herself very fortunate. She must have been under the protection of some lucky star that the same brindled dog saved her on three separate occasions. 


A few days later, Deva was on her daily walk to the Dole Plantation maze and back. The walk was brisk, and the air had a special kind of chill to it. She worked up a nice sweat while she paced herself, careful not to overdo it. She'd reached the midway point between her little neighborhood and the plantation. From the tall grass, the brindled dog appeared. It approached her with its head down, allowing Deva to pet him. "Thank you for everything," she smiled. Giving the dog a long hug, she stood up and continued on her walk. The brindled dog stood up on its hind legs and grabbed Deva by the back collar of her shirt in its massive jaws. It pulled Deva to the ground and pulled her into the tall grass, deeper and deeper. At first, Deva wasn't alarmed because it was a big dog, and maybe it just wanted to play. However, it wouldn't let her get her footing so she could stand up and throw it a stick or something. The more she resisted, the deeper it's growl became. Finally, it stopped; Deva jumped to her feet and yelled at the brindled dog like it was a person. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She dusted herself off and turned around to leave; the brindled dog jumped on her and knocked her to the red dirt with all four of its massive paws, except, standing over Deva now was a tall Hawaiian man, covered in hair. Before she could scream, the tall Hawaiian changed back to the brindled dog and tore Deva to pieces. He wasn't so much trying to save her life; he was protecting her from being damaged or killed so that when he ate her, she wouldn't be injured goods.

In his human and dog form, his name is 'Aikanaka, the cannibal chief of Helemano. 

1 comment:

  1. Whoa! Excellent story with much food for thought. In my experience animal spirits that intervene between a person and danger are to be heeded. My mom received such a warning in OR, on hairpin winding road. A large black bird flew at her car, mom slowed down and thus didnt run into the car around the curve. Saved all their lives and mine too. My sister and I were asleep in the back seat.