100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #62. Encounter Time.

 The thing about being a spirit attached to a house that you died in a hundred years ago is that you have infinite amounts of time on your hands.

You find that it's the most ordinary families that cannot perceive your presence, especially those who are focused on money and appearances. Their spiritual receptors appear to be turned off and tuned out. Other families who move in that are troubled in various ways pick up on the negative aspects of spirits in their domicile, like mine. The occupants pick up on that single aspect of my death, but not the other aspects of who I was while I was a living person. I had wants, needs, things I achieved, happiness, and heartbreak that were mine, and a complete life which I lived to the fullest. All of it literally came crashing down when I missed one step on the staircase leading to the bottom floor. Head over heels tumbling, I went until my skull broke my fall, and with it went my neck, snapped in two. 

My body is buried in Mililani Cemetery under the red clay and finely manicured grass. I'm at the upper end as you make the turn toward the statue. I'm between Goro Wakayama and Tengean Iflora. Mine is a simple headstone with my name on it. Elbert Kinosam. What survived the death of my body is in this house that is still technically mine, even though living people occupy it time and time again. 

Today, for instance, a local family from Waianae has pulled up in their Yotas, packed with everything they own. The last truck to pull up has an empty flatbed. In it sits a lone woman, who by her looks is obviously the matriarch of her family. She stands up to put her shirt on, and the truck lurches forward. The driver has not applied his hand brake. The woman loses her balance and falls off the truck, landing headfirst and breaking her neck. She dies instantly. 

"Yay!" I squeal to myself. "Thank goodness she died out there, and not in here!"

There's her spirit! Rooted to the spot where she died. An unfortunate tragedy indeed, but the family can't afford to not live here and go find somewhere else, so they have to deal with the woman's passing and live in the place where it happened. For the duration of the time that they were here, I took advantage of every opportunity to scare the living shit out of them. I was bored, what can I tell you? However, watching the spirit of their mother, rooted outside and unable to help her family, was the most diabolical fun! It was sad when this family finally moved out because they couldn't take their matriarch with them. She was left there on the sidewalk for all eternity. 

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