Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Jun 21, 2022

Fisherman 2022

 My brother and I were home on Kauai, which we didn't get to do often.

Of course, we first headed to Glass Beach, our secret fishing spot. Really, there is no secret. We just had a talent for catching fish no matter where we cast out our lines. We just always liked Glass Beach. So we figured it was a good idea to scout the place early in the day to get a feel for everything. On the walkout, we found an old man sitting on a bucket, cutting up sashimi for his shoyu and mustard. 

"You boys going fishing over here tonight?" The old man asked.

"We were thinking about it; just wanted to check it out first," I replied.

"Tonight, no can. Going get ruff tonight," the old man gestured toward the water. "This kine wave going come out of nowhere, and the thing going to take you way out," he warned. "You're going drown."

"Nah," my brother protested. "Cannot tell this early in the day, right?"

"Only way for find out is come here tonight and go fish," the old man agreed. "Just make sure you say goodbye to everybody before leaving the house."

"No disrespect," I knelt down next to the old man. "But, if you wanted this spot for yourself, we can go fish somewhere else tonight,"

"The fact that I'm warning you two that it's no good to fish here tonight should tell you that I'm not planning to fish here myself," the old man's eye pierced right through me. "But, you know what? Like I said, go right ahead and fish here tonight, have fun."

We ignored him and headed back to our rent-a-car. On the walk back we saw a large local Filipino family getting out of a couple of vans and some larger cars. They were all dressed nicely and carrying leis and flowers. One girl carried a large framed photograph in her arms. It was a picture of the old man my brother and I had just spoken to. We didn't have to be told why the large family was there; it was obvious. My brother and I stayed back at my parent's house, and we didn't go fishing.


17A Productions Presents

Lopaka Kapanui at Hawaii Theatre

A LIVE and IN-PERSON 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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