KEKELE
I haven't got much life left in my phone battery so I'll make this as quick and as comprehensible as possible. Fifteen minutes ago this plane was illuminated by a light.....and it still is....that is so bright it looks like daylight. Sort of impossible because it's approximately 8:10 pm.
Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui
Aug 25, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #69
WAI KU WAI OLA
I became stagnant water, tepid, unmoving, collecting dust, microbes, and other things which would eventually cause me to give off the unpleasant odor of apathy.
I became stagnant water, tepid, unmoving, collecting dust, microbes, and other things which would eventually cause me to give off the unpleasant odor of apathy.
Aug 24, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #70
HO 'A'O
Valerie, can't shake herself out of her depression. She sits there at the table for most of the day until she has to use the bathroom or shower. Eating she never did, picking at snacks she did do. Mostly, she nurses a full cup of whiskey until she eventually polishes it off and refills it and sits there and repeats the cycle.
Valerie, can't shake herself out of her depression. She sits there at the table for most of the day until she has to use the bathroom or shower. Eating she never did, picking at snacks she did do. Mostly, she nurses a full cup of whiskey until she eventually polishes it off and refills it and sits there and repeats the cycle.
Aug 23, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #71
HALE
From the window of her upstairs bedroom, Rita saw Boy emerge from the back seat of his car with a wooden gourd in his hand. Kealoha stepped out of his employer's way as he made a beeline for the front door. Aunty Rita hurried down the stairs and stopped Boy in the foyer.
From the window of her upstairs bedroom, Rita saw Boy emerge from the back seat of his car with a wooden gourd in his hand. Kealoha stepped out of his employer's way as he made a beeline for the front door. Aunty Rita hurried down the stairs and stopped Boy in the foyer.
Aug 22, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #72
MA KELA 'AO'AO I KA MOANA
The shores are pristine and the sands are as white as the sun will allow the colors to be. The blue ocean in all her majesty caresses the shore as if to release it of some unknown tension. The waters ebb away and the sands sigh in great comfort.
The shores are pristine and the sands are as white as the sun will allow the colors to be. The blue ocean in all her majesty caresses the shore as if to release it of some unknown tension. The waters ebb away and the sands sigh in great comfort.
Aug 21, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #73
KA WAHINE I KUNAWAI
He was small for his age and puberty had not yet blossomed him to what would be his fullest height and strength. The heart of a thousand warriors beat in his soul and his bravery could not be matched. Unfortunately, his physical stature could not carry him far, and so he was mercilessly bullied by his much larger peers. His name was Kalaukoa but his classmates teased him, "Laulau." He could only stand it for so long until he would ball up his little fists and let the punches fly.
He was small for his age and puberty had not yet blossomed him to what would be his fullest height and strength. The heart of a thousand warriors beat in his soul and his bravery could not be matched. Unfortunately, his physical stature could not carry him far, and so he was mercilessly bullied by his much larger peers. His name was Kalaukoa but his classmates teased him, "Laulau." He could only stand it for so long until he would ball up his little fists and let the punches fly.
Aug 20, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #74
KA MELE I MAKIKI
June 20, 1982
Larson,
You'll be glad to know that I've finally saved enough money from my two jobs that I could move out from Aniani place. I'm living on Liholiho Street in town. The parking lot is downstairs and you have to walk up to get to my apartment. It's like I live on the second floor. There are banana and ti leaf plants all around the building with a few red ginger plants here and there. After bills, I always have enough to eat out or to go see a movie. I'm glad I work during the day because in the evenings I meet some of my old classmates to dance the night away in the Waikiki clubs. Everyone tells me that my parents are sad that I moved out but by the way they act in person......I strongly doubt it. I feel bad in but not enough to move back. I'm writing because I want to know if you personally know of anyone who could come and bless my apartment? In the dead of night, I'll hear the records playing on the phonograph from the living room. It's an old song and the words go this way.
'On a little street in Singapore, we'd meet beside a lotus covered door.
A veil of moonlight on her lovely face, how pale the hands that held me
in embrace....'
It's an odd melodic song and I've never heard it before because I don't have it in my record collection. You know my collection, it's a mix of everything but not a song like that. Every night I leave my bedroom to see who broke in through my lanai door and invaded my privacy by playing that kind of music. The living room is always empty and quiet and the phonograph is off. I place my hands on the sides of it to feel if it was recently playing but it's cold. This has gone on for several nights now so I think it's a ghost. Let me know of someone that you can think of?
Mahalo
Allan
..........................................
June 28, 1982
Allan,
I figured you don't have a phone cause you haven't given me your number and your return address is a P.O Box. I figured you get your mail from the post office down the street. I have my uncle who can go and bless your place but you have to let me know where the heck it is?
Best
Larson
......................
Larson finally received a letter from Allan with a phone number and an address. The address was correct. Larson parked in front of the humble building and took a walk up to Liholiho and Wilder where he found a payphone and gave Allan a call. A woman answered and Larson asked if he could speak to Allan? The woman replied there wasn't an Allan that lived there. The woman on the phone identified herself as Aragon Sheila. Larson apologized and hung up. Walking back down Liholiho street, Larson got to his car and lo and behold, there was Allan coming down the stairs of his apartment. Larson recalls that Allan was dressed in his favorite pair of slacks and aloha shirt. His shoes were also his favorite ones he wore to prom in high school. The only strange thing is that Allan wore women's makeup on his face. Eyebrows, eyelashes, eyeliner, foundation, and lip gloss shining over a mess of caked-on lipstick. His fingernails were blood-red press on, a stark contrast to Allan's dark skin.
"Allan?" Larson called out, a bit unsure.
Allan stopped and regarded Larson with a smile. "Are you the gentleman that called earlier? I'm Aragon Shiela," he said as he extended his hand. Larson took it and gave a tentative greeting.
"Hi....um Allan is this........what are you doing?" Larson could feel his facial expression of confusion and concern.
"Allan is in here somewhere, I let him out from time to time. My god, it's so tough being a murdered ghost in that old apartment of mine! I just HAD to get out and get some air!" Allan smiled but spoke in the female voice that Larson heard over the phone earlier. "Coming?"
"Uh..........no..no.....you go on," Larson was still trying to take in what he saw in front of him. Did Allan's guilt finally get the best of him? Larson would find out later on that the previous tenant was a Torch singer at the old Glade's nightclub who was murdered in the same apartment where Allan lived. The murderer was a married man who became insanely jealous when he found out that Aragon Sheila had been seeing someone else. He climbed in through the lanai door and waited until Aragon Sheila came home, and killed her in the living room.
Allan walked away as if he were floating on air, and to himself, Larson could hear Allan singing a tune,
'On a little street in Singapore, we'd meet beside a lotus covered door.
A veil of moonlight on her lovely face, how pale the hands that held me
in embrace....'
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In Hawaii, one of the most common questions when meeting someone new is, "What school did you grad from?" In Lopaka's world, the question has become, "Is your old school haunted?" Come hear about which schools are most haunted, which neighborhoods are most haunted, and which shopping centers are most haunted on our island of O‘ahu. Could it be yours? Join us, you might just be surprised.
Please note: This is not a scientific study; the "most haunted" stories are purely based on the number of ghost stories and haunted tales shared with our storyteller about each place.
7:30pm, Friday, August 23rd
$15 per person/ $12 museum members
Get your tickets HERE
June 20, 1982
Larson,
You'll be glad to know that I've finally saved enough money from my two jobs that I could move out from Aniani place. I'm living on Liholiho Street in town. The parking lot is downstairs and you have to walk up to get to my apartment. It's like I live on the second floor. There are banana and ti leaf plants all around the building with a few red ginger plants here and there. After bills, I always have enough to eat out or to go see a movie. I'm glad I work during the day because in the evenings I meet some of my old classmates to dance the night away in the Waikiki clubs. Everyone tells me that my parents are sad that I moved out but by the way they act in person......I strongly doubt it. I feel bad in but not enough to move back. I'm writing because I want to know if you personally know of anyone who could come and bless my apartment? In the dead of night, I'll hear the records playing on the phonograph from the living room. It's an old song and the words go this way.
'On a little street in Singapore, we'd meet beside a lotus covered door.
A veil of moonlight on her lovely face, how pale the hands that held me
in embrace....'
It's an odd melodic song and I've never heard it before because I don't have it in my record collection. You know my collection, it's a mix of everything but not a song like that. Every night I leave my bedroom to see who broke in through my lanai door and invaded my privacy by playing that kind of music. The living room is always empty and quiet and the phonograph is off. I place my hands on the sides of it to feel if it was recently playing but it's cold. This has gone on for several nights now so I think it's a ghost. Let me know of someone that you can think of?
Mahalo
Allan
..........................................
June 28, 1982
Allan,
I figured you don't have a phone cause you haven't given me your number and your return address is a P.O Box. I figured you get your mail from the post office down the street. I have my uncle who can go and bless your place but you have to let me know where the heck it is?
Best
Larson
......................
Larson finally received a letter from Allan with a phone number and an address. The address was correct. Larson parked in front of the humble building and took a walk up to Liholiho and Wilder where he found a payphone and gave Allan a call. A woman answered and Larson asked if he could speak to Allan? The woman replied there wasn't an Allan that lived there. The woman on the phone identified herself as Aragon Sheila. Larson apologized and hung up. Walking back down Liholiho street, Larson got to his car and lo and behold, there was Allan coming down the stairs of his apartment. Larson recalls that Allan was dressed in his favorite pair of slacks and aloha shirt. His shoes were also his favorite ones he wore to prom in high school. The only strange thing is that Allan wore women's makeup on his face. Eyebrows, eyelashes, eyeliner, foundation, and lip gloss shining over a mess of caked-on lipstick. His fingernails were blood-red press on, a stark contrast to Allan's dark skin.
"Allan?" Larson called out, a bit unsure.
Allan stopped and regarded Larson with a smile. "Are you the gentleman that called earlier? I'm Aragon Shiela," he said as he extended his hand. Larson took it and gave a tentative greeting.
"Hi....um Allan is this........what are you doing?" Larson could feel his facial expression of confusion and concern.
"Allan is in here somewhere, I let him out from time to time. My god, it's so tough being a murdered ghost in that old apartment of mine! I just HAD to get out and get some air!" Allan smiled but spoke in the female voice that Larson heard over the phone earlier. "Coming?"
"Uh..........no..no.....you go on," Larson was still trying to take in what he saw in front of him. Did Allan's guilt finally get the best of him? Larson would find out later on that the previous tenant was a Torch singer at the old Glade's nightclub who was murdered in the same apartment where Allan lived. The murderer was a married man who became insanely jealous when he found out that Aragon Sheila had been seeing someone else. He climbed in through the lanai door and waited until Aragon Sheila came home, and killed her in the living room.
Allan walked away as if he were floating on air, and to himself, Larson could hear Allan singing a tune,
'On a little street in Singapore, we'd meet beside a lotus covered door.
A veil of moonlight on her lovely face, how pale the hands that held me
in embrace....'
Come listen to Lopaka's storytelling LIVE - Friday, August 23rd, 7:30pm, at the Honolulu Museum of Art Doris Duke Theater
Please note: This is not a scientific study; the "most haunted" stories are purely based on the number of ghost stories and haunted tales shared with our storyteller about each place.
7:30pm, Friday, August 23rd
$15 per person/ $12 museum members
Get your tickets HERE
Aug 19, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #75
WAHINE I KE KAHAWAI
For a short while in the 70's, we lived on Ponohana Loop in Waimalu. Until this day, I could never figure out why. At the end of our block was the intersection of Ponohana, Pono, and Ponohale St. My neighbors and I would take the right turn at that intersection and ride along the canal of Waimalu stream until we found its source.
For a short while in the 70's, we lived on Ponohana Loop in Waimalu. Until this day, I could never figure out why. At the end of our block was the intersection of Ponohana, Pono, and Ponohale St. My neighbors and I would take the right turn at that intersection and ride along the canal of Waimalu stream until we found its source.
Aug 18, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #76
KA LIMA I KA LEPO
It's very therapeutic. Most look at it as unsightly and beneath them and yes even though it is, it's probably the best thing you can do for yourself. There are healthy minerals in it and it has good overall benefits physically and spiritually. This earth, this Hawaiian earth which gave birth to man himself and the many things that sustain him is what my people call, "Lepo."
It's very therapeutic. Most look at it as unsightly and beneath them and yes even though it is, it's probably the best thing you can do for yourself. There are healthy minerals in it and it has good overall benefits physically and spiritually. This earth, this Hawaiian earth which gave birth to man himself and the many things that sustain him is what my people call, "Lepo."
Aug 17, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #77
HO'OMAIKA' I
The 'Ohana who lived in Liliha heights had a legitimate claim. Indeed, their house was haunted and indeed there was an apparition flitting about. Everyone saw it, every communicated and interacted with it in some capacity big and small. It wasn't anyone they knew, the family had only recently purchased the property and had not yet lived there a full two months before the apparition manifested.
The 'Ohana who lived in Liliha heights had a legitimate claim. Indeed, their house was haunted and indeed there was an apparition flitting about. Everyone saw it, every communicated and interacted with it in some capacity big and small. It wasn't anyone they knew, the family had only recently purchased the property and had not yet lived there a full two months before the apparition manifested.
Aug 16, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #78
HELE HO'OKAHI
So that Jose could feel a bit more relaxed Boy suggested that they drive using Jose's Cadillac rather than the Imperial Crown. Kealoha drove the three Rizal brother's and Tabby in Boy's car and Tiny and Rita rode with Ivan.
So that Jose could feel a bit more relaxed Boy suggested that they drive using Jose's Cadillac rather than the Imperial Crown. Kealoha drove the three Rizal brother's and Tabby in Boy's car and Tiny and Rita rode with Ivan.
Aug 15, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #79
GET BACK TO WHERE YOU ONCE BELONGED
Jose and Manny fashioned the wrought iron dome combining both their welding and hydraulics skills. Oscar was the muscle who carried the pieces in. In the Cadillac parked just across the street from the old abandoned Makiki house is where Junior sat and tested the security cameras on three of his laptops.
Jose and Manny fashioned the wrought iron dome combining both their welding and hydraulics skills. Oscar was the muscle who carried the pieces in. In the Cadillac parked just across the street from the old abandoned Makiki house is where Junior sat and tested the security cameras on three of his laptops.
Aug 14, 2019
100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #80
YOUNG MURAMATSU
I don't know what made me want to own and run a little convenience store in Kapahulu, but it was just something I fell into because I had nothing and no one but myself. It used to be owned by old man Muramatsu and his family from the time when the Chinese merchants migrated from Chinatown after the big fire. As old man Muramatsu told me, it was a good clean family business with good neighbors who came to shop.
I don't know what made me want to own and run a little convenience store in Kapahulu, but it was just something I fell into because I had nothing and no one but myself. It used to be owned by old man Muramatsu and his family from the time when the Chinese merchants migrated from Chinatown after the big fire. As old man Muramatsu told me, it was a good clean family business with good neighbors who came to shop.
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