100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #66. Rid of the ghost. Rid of you.

 The mistake the team made was when they publicly announced on social media that they were going to rid a well-known establishment of a ghost.

Get rid of a ghost? How can one rid a place of something that is purely residual and has no awareness of anyone or anything around it? Unless you clearly understand that a haunting is like a video that you can ask to stop, but it won't, because it's a video, saying that you are going to rid a place of a ghost is a very arrogant or ignorant statement. Or both because one derives itself from the other.

The place is in the Kalihi warehouse district. One of those old warehouses that used to be a combination of things is now abandoned. A lone testament to an era long gone, the structure stands simply, yet like a sore thumb. The team in question gathers in their little group, commiserating about their plan, whatever that might be. I don't have a good feeling about this place, but seeing the resolve of this investigative team, I know that any advice I try to give them is gonna go in one ear and come out of their asses. They go in, they don't wait for me. I stay put, right where I am, and I wait at the foot of the entrance, so I am not too far in, but not too far out. The news crew arrives, and I direct them toward the flashing light bulbs inside. They thank me before they go in.

"Thank me when it's over," I said. 

Not knowing what I meant, they give a short wave and head in. It's less than twenty minutes before the cameraman comes walking out. Looking at me, he shakes his head.

"Fuck this," he shook his head. "Those guys are idiots, they're doing an exorcism with an Ouija board. I may not believe in this shit, but even that is dumb."

Horrific screams echo out from the blackened warehouse. Women's screams in these circumstances, I'm used to, but when the men scream, it's a scream of What the fuck did I get myself into?

I sense the need for some lifelong therapy after tonight, not from me, of course.

Here they come, eyes wide, teeth bare, shallow breathing, not really trying to run together as a collective team, but more because of their will to get themselves as far away as they can from this location. Little do they know, this abandoned warehouse and everything haunting it will never leave them. It will be like ghost herpes. It will never go away.

The camera operator from the news crew, Romero Stanton, who handed his camera to the secondary operator and left. He was killed in a horrific car accident that same night. The news reporter disappeared a few days later and was never heard from or seen again. The second cameraman never emerged from that warehouse. As far as the lead of the investigative group? He was sued by his own team members for liability and any other claims they could bring, but they ultimately received nothing in the end. The team's head moved to the mainland without providing an address. No one ever saw him in Hawaii again.

In the end, the ghost got rid of them.