100 Numerous Ghost Stories 2025.

 2026 will mark 10 years of this blog, which we named GhostsNextDoor.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #100. Keala.

 I felt sorry for him.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #99. George's Mixtape.

 He'd been in a coma for a while now.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #98. Kindness.

 She, as I knew her, would never have given me or anyone else the time of day.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #97. Kalei.

 I lay on my side, the finely manicured grass my comfort, while I watch him discover the wonder of everything around him.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #96. Cave Diary 6.

 The tourists weren't at all impressed with the cave when they saw it from across the street in the dirt parking lot.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #95. Cave Diary 5.

The Army, in a show of community support, went into Kaneana cave and sprayed black paint over all of the graffiti that festooned the walls of the sacred cave. 

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #92. Cave Diary 2.

We were drunk and stupid, and we needed to piss really badly.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #94 Cave Diary 4.

We parked in the dirt lot across the street from the cave.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #93. Cave Diary 3.

The argument started in our car from Hawai'i Kai and concluded inside Kaneana cave, not by choice, mind you. It happened to be where we stopped and where we ended up. The dirt parking lot was crowded with so many vehicles, but we thought nothing of it. Except when we entered the cave, no one was there. Not that we could see right away. Once our eyes adjusted to the dark, we saw them. As grey as the dirt and the rock walls, there they were strewn about, lying in different awkward positions, but dead. Very dead. As we ran out of the cave, fighting back our horrific screams, we looked back for a second, and we just caught a glimpse of a woman, climbing up to the top of the cave on all fours. We screamed then for sure. The argument was a minimal cog in the wheel of our marriage. Driving home, we cried and professed our love for one another. Priorities.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #91. Cave Diary 1.

 One day, I took a random drive out to the Wai'anae coast for no real purpose, just because I felt I should go there. 

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #90. Color Co-ordinated.

 I always remeber what I was wearing when something significant happened in my life.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #89.

 "How long do we have to wait?" My brother asked.

"As long as it takes," I said. "Stop asking the same question all the time!"

"We've been waiting so long, it's all," he sighed.

"Just be patient, they'll be here soon," I droned because he was getting on my nerves.

Sure enough, there they came. Driving up into the driveway, and when that got too crowded they parked on the street. It was a horde of people this time. All kinds of people. All sorts of people made it more fun.

"Don't get carried away this time, alright?" I warned him.

"I don't get carried away," he said defensively. He gets that way, when he knows he's wrong. 

"You broke up somebodies marriage the last time," I reminded him. "And the time before that, a bunch of people tried to kill each other."

"I was curious that's all," he deadpanned.

"Just stick to the plan, you keep changing the plan and the plan is going to change you," I don't know how many times I'm supposed to tell him.

As soon as the mob was festooned around the front driveway, I began counting down. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..aaand one!"

This time, I didn't wait for him to get on cue because there was always the chance that he was going to do something stupid. So I shoved him out the window. He went crashing through the thick pane of glass and did three unintentionally planned somersaults until he hit the ground neck first and died in a very gruesome spectacle. As usual, the crowd lost its mind and ran screaming from our house, with some people falling on the ground and being trampled over. 

This time, my brother didn't reanimate. He was dead for real. I told him not to keep changing the plan, the destiny. Now look, it changed him.