Posted by Robert Ebanez on February 24, 2009 at 5:00pm
Some people told me they like spooky stories so this is one of 3 stories I will post here. I thought I was crazy,but yu guys are nuts.....enjoy spooky stories...nuts buggas..Remember now, I'm not liable.......he he......I was about 16 years old living in an old plantation home close to the Ka'u Sugar Mill factory in Pahala town. We lived in a house probably build in the 1940's. There was an out house to use the bathroom and to shower. Today nothing is there but bushes. House and its out house gone. Only that large monkey pod tree is probably still there across from the old carpenter's shop.One night before Cyril was going to pick me up to go surfing , my two dogs were barking loudly and would not stop barking for over 5 minutes. I got up and went outside to shut them up. The two dogs were tied up under the large monkey pod tree and I yelled at them to shut up. They listened and stopped barking.Then they started to howl....I hate that....my skin turned into goose bumps and my hair stood up and my breathe was ice cold with the vapor coming out of my mouth. I knew what was around me was the realm of the supernatural world. Through experience I knew what it was. So, I turned and walked back to my house and into my bedroom to go back to sleep. The dogs kept howling and then the other dogs in the vicinity started to howl too. I knew it was going to be a long night for me and the problem was I had to get up at 4am for Cy to pick me up.It was dark outside with no moon...the worst time to have these type of events. Well, i'm not going out there again to scream at the dogs to shut up. Would you? Smart.....So i had to try to sleep....the best i could...We went surfing early in the morning and surfed for about 6 hours. I got back home about 3pm exhausted from surfing and from sleeping late the night before..... no can sleep good cause the darn dogs were howling... I showered and hopped into bed.I remember waking up about an hour later and it was still day light but I could not move my body. Do you ever get that feeling?My family was walking,talking next to my room and I could see and hear them walk by so, I tried calling them ,but no sound was coming out of my mouth.I was shouting for them to help me get up or get me out of this dream,but they could not hear my calling.My foot was facing my bedroom window and when I looked at the window an Old woman standing outside was looking at me smiling. I did not recognized her except that she was of Japanese ancestry.Then her smiling Japanese face turned into a devilish face that, I will never forget. I started screaming for help....But I could not move my body or my family could not hear my screams for help. I saw her laughing....I didn't think it was funny back then.....only now I think it was funny..he he...not really...I felt helpless and fighting to stay alive...I was using inappropriate language at that time,but it didn't matter since no one was hearing what i said...except me knowing exactly what i said to that demon.....I tried closing my eyes and if I open it she would be gone. Nope, it did not work cause she was still laughing and this time I could hear her voice....very loudly.....so, I tried kicking her face because she was now in my room...Then I remember seeing my mom's foot standing by my door and I started screaming for her help and she said stop yelling....I was relief....She said if I was okay? I said oh yeah........I went back to sleep but, this time I moved the bed so my feet would face the wall and not any of the openings of my room.The next day I told mom about my dream and she only smiled at me and said, the lady that lived here at this house several years ago hung herself in the Out house.She was a Japanese woman.So, for the past few days I refuse to take a bath at night at our Out house where that event happened in the past....Would you?That's what I thought......Over time this event never happened again.Continue on another story like this............
Mahalo for that 'ohu. Thats what isso learned throughout the years and that is acceptance. As Kamakau wrote, that spirit realm and ours are one. I've always felt content knowing that my ancestors were with me, especially since I miss many of them so much. I swear I feel more at ease with them than those living. Hahaha
But yes, once you learn to accept, fear is replaced. Odd, new, and unique as well as honored are the feelings or what I think are the things that come to mind in situations such as yours, if I were in your place.
Heheh, Aia o Milolii ma Kona Hema, but close to the boundary with Kaʻū. Mahalo iā Bobby for the moʻolelo ʻuhane, and you folks for the follow-ups. The gills and the fins ones amaze me, but the reaction of the ʻohana to accept and give aloha to them is so right, instead of fear - they are your ohana and are given a very special gift. Sometimes there are rules (like no meat to the keiki Nanaue) that bring trouble if they are broken, but otherwise things are fine.
When Bobby told about "just try to sleep" it reminds me of when I was doing some work deep in Kipahulu Valley, and the night before I was to hike up, the National Park folks (Terry Lind, Eddie Pū, Hanky Eharris them) let me set up my tarp over the picnic table at the park visitor center near ʻOheʻo gulch. That place is in the midst of many walls and house sites, and even during the day you can feel the kupuna there. I didnʻt want to use any of my fuel for lantern or cooking until I was up in the valley, so I had some cold food before sunset and decided to just sleep when it got dark and start up the mountain as soon as it was light enough. I set up my pad and sleeping bag on the top of the big picnic table. It was kind of warm, so I was only in my bibs in my sleeping bag. Early in the night it was breezy and the night sounds were all there, crickets, leaves rustling, occasional kukui nut falling, etc. I was thankful for the wind since it kept the mosquitos away. But deep in the night I came suddenly wide awake, but eyes closed, and I knew instantly something was different: the wind was gone: dead still air, not a sound, no crickets, nothing. And I felt there was a ring of kanaka standing all around the table I was lying on, almost shoulder to shoulder, bent slightly forward, arms relaxed at their sides. Some kane, some wahine, no keiki. There was no talking.
Somehow I knew that I should just go back to sleep and all would be OK, that if harm was meant, I would already be taken and gone. It was almost like "O wai la keia keiki, moe kohana wale?" So I turned from my back to a side sleeping position, with hands under cheek and knees up toward belly, and willed myself back to a deep sleep, though it was hard to do, and part of my brain was desperate to reach as quickly as possible for the flashlight on the side of the sleeping pad and turn it on to see. I remember thinking to myself "no do that, stupid!"
I must have succeeded going back to sleep, because it seemed an instant later I reawoke in that side position, and the wind was blowing again and the night sounds of the world were back. In the predawn light I got my stuff packed, but as the sun was coming up, one of the park guys drove up, maybe to check on me before I started up the trail, and he must have known I would have an experience in the night, because the first words out of his mouth were: "How was the night? Anybody come by?" and I said: "No tourists stopped in, only you drove up just now. But the kupuna were here all night." and he smiled and said "The kupuna are always here. They watch out." and I said "Good think for that!"
aloha
I dunno if I was told of the name. This was a few yrs. ago when I was told about it, and I want to say that he was from Milolii, or Kau (isnt milolii in kau?) or something like that.
Yes, these men may decend from same 'ohana. I'm curious if you know his name? I know of a family who has a fin attached to his body. He only comes out at night. Yes, I menitoned this while talking about genealogy with Tane who heard about this man as a young boy on Kaua'i. He was born and raised in Anahola and yes a loving and caring man. I miss him too.
Love is precious and unconditional and often our mo'olelo tells a tale that deals with challenges in life and so forth. Look at poetry and love songs written about our culture. So beautiful and unique, yet misunderstood for what it represents. Like the history of our po'e told many times over by the po'e who overthrew our Hawaiian Kingdom. They told what they wanted po'e to know. One hundred and sixteen years later, we SHAKE, RATTLE & ROLL to tell the true history as the supreme justices indicated - if there is no problem about the sale of ceded lands, why is there a protest about this!.
I was told of a man whom I believe is still alive, on the big island whom they say is part Mano and has slits in his body that allows him to breathe underwater and the story seems like yours Alice. It's a shame that not many people like these are around since they seem to be very kind and helpful people.
Ahh. Moloka'i has many folklores and unique to the mo'o who frightened the driver and turned over the blldozer. As creepy as it may sound, I fel for the worker who never returned. Most people think ahh, it just a story, however our culture is spitually connected to all the elements.
The once lived a great man, a kanaka maoli who moved swifly across the aina. He was skilled and trained very well in anything that had to do with the ocean. He saved many lives on Kauai to Molokai and a captain of a ship. He worked proudly and shared graciously with his family and friends. He had to be near the sea. The salt water was his source of life and his amakua was the mano. Born and raised on the island of Kaua'i, he lived a great life as a warrior. His passing in early 1970's brough sadness to the po'e who knew him because he refused to be treated by America medicine. He is remembered as a kanaka maoli that swims and breathe underwater like the mano. He was a man with great character and had a picture of the mano on his back from birth until he died on Moloka'i, the island of my birth. Who was this great man that seemed only spooky to those unknown to him. I leave this with you..a mo'olelo so true and pono yet so easily to be denied by many. The puka in his throat with gills allowed him to do so many things that a normal kanaka could not have accomplished what he did any life time. To the 'ohana who cared for him and his makuahine and makuakane, mahalo...HE WAS A GREAT MAN OF HIS TIME...
Yes, I do respect and acknowledge our culture and heritage. There are many stories to share and will be unique when you see a wahine with white hair on Kauai walking or in back of your seat or even a becming stuck in the middle of the night. The supernatural does exist...
Kalani: I know of many stories where on a constuction site the workers bulldoze a large 5 tom rock and the very next day that rock is back in the same place...the locals refuse to work after that cause they know they not suppose to move that rock.....but the money people will do anything to destroy that rock and then all kind pilikia happens to those rich buggas and their circle of friends and family...so stupid yeah....they need to respect our culture and aina for once and not the all mighty dollar.....
The power of the supernatural moo is King Liloa's father's name sake
Kiha-nui-lulu-moku King of Hawaii nei and carrys the Mo'o taboo.....neat yeah.....
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But yes, once you learn to accept, fear is replaced. Odd, new, and unique as well as honored are the feelings or what I think are the things that come to mind in situations such as yours, if I were in your place.
When Bobby told about "just try to sleep" it reminds me of when I was doing some work deep in Kipahulu Valley, and the night before I was to hike up, the National Park folks (Terry Lind, Eddie Pū, Hanky Eharris them) let me set up my tarp over the picnic table at the park visitor center near ʻOheʻo gulch. That place is in the midst of many walls and house sites, and even during the day you can feel the kupuna there. I didnʻt want to use any of my fuel for lantern or cooking until I was up in the valley, so I had some cold food before sunset and decided to just sleep when it got dark and start up the mountain as soon as it was light enough. I set up my pad and sleeping bag on the top of the big picnic table. It was kind of warm, so I was only in my bibs in my sleeping bag. Early in the night it was breezy and the night sounds were all there, crickets, leaves rustling, occasional kukui nut falling, etc. I was thankful for the wind since it kept the mosquitos away. But deep in the night I came suddenly wide awake, but eyes closed, and I knew instantly something was different: the wind was gone: dead still air, not a sound, no crickets, nothing. And I felt there was a ring of kanaka standing all around the table I was lying on, almost shoulder to shoulder, bent slightly forward, arms relaxed at their sides. Some kane, some wahine, no keiki. There was no talking.
Somehow I knew that I should just go back to sleep and all would be OK, that if harm was meant, I would already be taken and gone. It was almost like "O wai la keia keiki, moe kohana wale?" So I turned from my back to a side sleeping position, with hands under cheek and knees up toward belly, and willed myself back to a deep sleep, though it was hard to do, and part of my brain was desperate to reach as quickly as possible for the flashlight on the side of the sleeping pad and turn it on to see. I remember thinking to myself "no do that, stupid!"
I must have succeeded going back to sleep, because it seemed an instant later I reawoke in that side position, and the wind was blowing again and the night sounds of the world were back. In the predawn light I got my stuff packed, but as the sun was coming up, one of the park guys drove up, maybe to check on me before I started up the trail, and he must have known I would have an experience in the night, because the first words out of his mouth were: "How was the night? Anybody come by?" and I said: "No tourists stopped in, only you drove up just now. But the kupuna were here all night." and he smiled and said "The kupuna are always here. They watch out." and I said "Good think for that!"
aloha
Love is precious and unconditional and often our mo'olelo tells a tale that deals with challenges in life and so forth. Look at poetry and love songs written about our culture. So beautiful and unique, yet misunderstood for what it represents. Like the history of our po'e told many times over by the po'e who overthrew our Hawaiian Kingdom. They told what they wanted po'e to know. One hundred and sixteen years later, we SHAKE, RATTLE & ROLL to tell the true history as the supreme justices indicated - if there is no problem about the sale of ceded lands, why is there a protest about this!.
namaka'eha
The once lived a great man, a kanaka maoli who moved swifly across the aina. He was skilled and trained very well in anything that had to do with the ocean. He saved many lives on Kauai to Molokai and a captain of a ship. He worked proudly and shared graciously with his family and friends. He had to be near the sea. The salt water was his source of life and his amakua was the mano. Born and raised on the island of Kaua'i, he lived a great life as a warrior. His passing in early 1970's brough sadness to the po'e who knew him because he refused to be treated by America medicine. He is remembered as a kanaka maoli that swims and breathe underwater like the mano. He was a man with great character and had a picture of the mano on his back from birth until he died on Moloka'i, the island of my birth. Who was this great man that seemed only spooky to those unknown to him. I leave this with you..a mo'olelo so true and pono yet so easily to be denied by many. The puka in his throat with gills allowed him to do so many things that a normal kanaka could not have accomplished what he did any life time. To the 'ohana who cared for him and his makuahine and makuakane, mahalo...HE WAS A GREAT MAN OF HIS TIME...
Yes, I do respect and acknowledge our culture and heritage. There are many stories to share and will be unique when you see a wahine with white hair on Kauai walking or in back of your seat or even a becming stuck in the middle of the night. The supernatural does exist...
The power of the supernatural moo is King Liloa's father's name sake
Kiha-nui-lulu-moku King of Hawaii nei and carrys the Mo'o taboo.....neat yeah.....
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