Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

May 13, 2022

Malley 2022

We had to throw his clothes away and burn them and anything else he touched, stepped or slept on.

Basically, anything he breathed on or whatever was in his presence. Which is why we ended up burning the house down while he was in it. We couldn't take a chance with the coroner coming to get him, the EMT, or...well, you get it. A year ago, Malcolm became legitimately possessed. It wasn't a mental illness or multiple personality disorder; it was a hundred percent dyed in the wool possession. We aren't Catholic, so no exorcist, but! The kahuna who came to help us determined that an angry spirit took control of Malcolm's body. Come to find out, after several months of trying to coax the thing out of Malcolm, it was the spirit of our deceased uncle Cory. Cory Montego, who our parents trusted, loved, and admired, also happened to be molesting us while we were growing up. The truth only came out after Cory passed away. Can't rightly refer to him as our uncle anymore because he exploited that title to do what he did to us; the only one of us he could never get to was Malcolm, our brother. Mally saw right through him and, by instinct, knew how to stay out of his way. Being too small to protect the rest of us, though, Mally carried that burden throughout his childhood and adult years. I think that's why he was so easy to possess. It started with small un-noticeable things like suddenly wearing Jovan aftershave to dinner one evening. It freaked us out because all those tangibly horrible memories of Cory came back. It was the very same after-shave that he wore. Soon, Mally began sporting a mullet, expensive dive watches, and acid-washed jeans with those french collared shirts. We thought it was Mally's guilt, perhaps resurfacing or manifesting in some twisted way. We only realized that Mally was possessed when we began whispering to us in that creepy sing-song way that Cory used to. 

Cos, you're too sweet.

And innocent

But you're just

Oh, too young for me, yeah

The way you hold me, not too tight

The tender way you kiss goodnight

Tells me you've got some growing up to do

Whoa, oh...


Cory had complete control of Mally by then. Try as he might, the Kahuna realized that Cory's angry spirit would never let go of him. What broke our hearts was when Mally had one of his moments of clarity when he was himself for those precious few seconds; he told us, 

"You have to kill me so that Cory's twisted spirit dies with me. Burn everything when you get to that point, even me if you have to."

So, here we stand in the dark four 'o clock hour out on our street, watching our house burn down with Mally and Cory inside, hoping that we did the right thing. A sudden shift in the wind brings the choking black smoke toward us, but it's not what we expected. The smoke reeks of Jovan aftershave.




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