Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

May 26, 2022

Lingered 2022

 "Oh," the psychic shuddered as he walked into the establishment. "It's THIS place. I'd completely forgotten about it."

"You know this place?" Cathy was shocked, but then it hit her. "Well, hello, you're a psychic!"

"No," the psychic chuckled. "It's the first place I came to right after I graduated high school, the old Club Miranda."

"I'm George, by the way," I introduced myself.

"Craig," he smiled back and took my hand. "Just Craig, not Craig the psychic, but Craig who happens to be psychic, if that makes any sense?"

"Sure," I told him. "Not a problem."

"So," Cathy shrugged and hoped." Can you help us? Tell us what's going on?"

"I'm surprised the two of you don't know about this, considering that this is the place where you both met a long time ago," Craig said.

"Wow!" Cathy was impressed. "You picked that up right away?"

"What are we missing, Craig?" I wondered.

"It's practically an urban legend; everybody knows that it's the ghost of Jennifer Miranda that haunts this place. From top to bottom, it was her creation," Craig looked around and took everything in. He saw Jennifer's spirit glaring at him from behind the DJ booth. She was dressed in a silk purple buttoned-down long-sleeved top, a pair of dark slacks with a see-through belt. In her one hand was a bottle of vodka and in the other a microphone. Her eyes were drawn, dark, and piercing. "She's right there at the DJ booth; she just wants to be left alone to wallow in her grief."

"Well, why?" Cathy asked. "What happened?"

"A broken heart," Craig nodded toward the DJ booth. "She fell madly in love with someone who only used her for whatever she could get but never gave her any kind of love."

"So, Jennifer killed herself?" I had to know.

"Well, that's what makes this whole thing so mysterious," Craig began. "She wasn't murdered; she didn't kill herself. The authorities said that it was as if she just lay on the floor and died."

"Of a broken heart," Cathy shook her head. "It's happened."

"What do we do?" I asked Craig. "All of our money, everything we have, is in this place. We can't afford to back out."

"I have an idea," Cathy smiled. "Repeat after me, Craig, and tell Jennifer everything I tell you, don't miss a word or add in your own interpretation."


What was the solution, you ask? We built the Club Miranda museum. A tribute to Jennifer Miranda and the brilliant venue she created in the 70s'. We got all the memorabilia together and put the clothing boutique right back where it used to be. We rebuilt the mini-stages where Jennifer's hired dancers plied their trade and got everything as close to spec as it once was. Then, of course, with the improved sound system, you were right back there in the establishment's heyday. We found a lot of old footage from the news about the place with footage of Jennifer herself. We got that digitized and played it on a loop on the overhead screens. Many of the old crowd came to see the place, especially the dancers who were now grandparents or great-grandparents. Even the news stations did a piece on the six 'o clock broadcast. That was the deal that Cathy and I made with the spirit of Jennifer Miranda through Craig; we wanted to honor her memory and work so that no one would ever forget what she did here and what she meant to the people who loved her and still do. Selene may not have given Jennifer what she so desperately wanted, but there was a larger group of people who could and did. That's what the Club Miranda Museum was all about.



17A Productions Presents

Lopaka Kapanui at Hawaii Theatre

A storytelling concert at the historic Hawaii Theatre. This master storyteller is one of Hawaii’s most popular teller of tales and has been in the business of scaring people for more than 20 years. Lopaka is terrifically skilled at provoking that sudden chill going down one’s back or causing the small hairs on your arms to stand up. Chicken skin is what we call it in Hawai‘i. Others might refer to it as chills or goosebumps. Sharing real accounts of Hawaii’s supernatural culture, Lopaka often leaves audience members questioning the darkness on their drive home and anxiously leaving the light on at bedtime.


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