Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Nov 10, 2022

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...continued from yesterday 

I had no choice but to return home. 

No matter where I ran, I realized that it, or Merla, would follow me, whether it was a hallucination or real. It was embedded into my consciousness and wasn't going to let up. Straight from the airport to the house in Hawaii Kai, I went. Merla's parents were waiting out front; the two looked like living corpses. "Go!" I shouted to them while pointing to their car. "Go!" They got into their Lexus, reversed out of the driveway, and headed straight toward me. I got out of the way just in time. They went for me again, their faces twisted with madness and ill intent. I jumped out of the way the second time as the car plowed into the concrete wall, which separated their property from the main road.

The car shot into reverse; by that time, I was already in my own car, speeding out of the long driveway toward Kalaniana'ole, hoping that no oncoming traffic would make me pause at the exit. In mere seconds I screeched out to the main road with the Lexus missing me by inches as it shot out to the four-lane highway. Merla's parents were T-boned by an oncoming delivery truck. The two were severely injured but very much alive. When the police and the EMT arrived, I explained the whole situation as best I could, leaving out the whole exorcism thing and Merla running around like a Great Dane chasing me along Kalaniana'ole and all the way to Las Vegas, where in her demon form she bit a robbers head in half. No, I couldn't tell them that at all. When it was all over, and I finally made it back to my place, I threw my bags on the floor at my front door and laid the keys on the end table. Making my way to the kitchen for a drink, I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I heard it.

"Welcome home," I jumped and screamed and grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter. It was Merla standing there on the other side of the microwave. be continued

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