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Step foot in Hawaii and it’s possible you’ll join the legions of people who consider the Aloha State one of the most healing and spiritual spots in the world.

From the presence of an ‘aumakua in a pueo gliding by to the venerated heiau lining the islands, Hawaii is a deeply mystical place steeped in ancient-old myths.

A large part of its fascinating past rests in the ghost stories that circle the islands’ people. Step in a different direction: down into the phantom tales that have unquestionably shaped much of Hawaii’s charisma.

 

The White Lady

The White Lady

Not to be confused the White Lady of medieval myth – or the crème de menthe cocktail that was invented in1919 – Hawaii’s White Lady is an unnerving interpretation of the Goddess of Fire’s omnipresence.

While Pele assumes myriad forms, she is perhaps best known – and most feared – for taking on the shape of a woman with long white hair, both elderly and young, and both disheveled and polished. Roaming from island to island, rumor has it she has a proclivity for hitchhiking and cigarettes, the latter of which she can light with a mere snap of her fingers. Sometimes spotted with a small white dog, she’s been known to hop into the bed of a pickup or the back of a car only to disappear at a stop or after a bend in the road. Others have reported seeing her dancing in red at the foot of volcanoes. Believed to ask for favors to test the kindness of strangers, failing to pick up the White Lady – or neglecting to treat with her aloha – results in catastrophe and heartache. In other words, give the platinum blonde a ride, offer her a smoke, and forget about carrying around a box of matches.

 

Night Marchers

Night Marchers

Residents of Makena, Maui and those traveling through Kahakuloa at specific times, not to mention certain nights at the battle-scarred Nu’uanu Pali Lookout on Oahu, might be quick to relay their experiences with the notorious Night Marchers – but not without first giving a quick shiver.

Otherwise known as huaka’i po, Night Marchers are considered to be the apparitions of ancient Hawaiian warriors. With echoing steps often accompanied by the thunderous pounding of drums, they’ve been known to follow the lunar schedule. While some recount sightings of the procession hovering above the ground, they’re decidedly a worldly battalion – leaving footprints on the trails they traverse, carrying torches to illuminate their routes, chanting as they travel in rows, and sending waves crashing and plumes of mist in their wake. Listen for the blowing of the conch shell: Hawaiian historians presume the marchers are on ceremonial excursions, which is often celebrated by the sounding of the pu. Should you come across this phantom band, myth proclaims that one should strip naked and lie face down in their paths – and never, ever look at them. After all, these are the King’s men, appointed to shield the holiest chiefs from common man.

 

The Green Lady

The Green Lady

She might not get as much ink as Pele’s pale persona, but the Green Lady is alive and well inside – and perhaps out – of many an imagination.

Known to haunt the gulch in Wahiawa – a town that rests between two volcanoes on the island of Oahu – the scaled, foul-scented Green Lady has a dreadful story: long ago, one of her keiki got lost in the gorge only to never be found again. Heartbroken and bereft, she continues to lurk in the gulch (which literally means “place of noise”), emerging from the water encased in moss and dripping with leaves to prowl the botanical gardens and Wahiawa’s elementary school – and snagging any child she crosses. But historians (ahem, ghostorians)beware: others claim the urban legend was invented to keep little kids from going across the gully alone.

 

The Ghosts of USS Arizona

The Ghosts of USS Arizona

The bombing of Pearl Harbor left not only the world anguished and rattled: it also left behind restless souls known to haunt the Oahu waterfront.

Attacked on December 7, 1941, the USS Arizona sunk when it was bombed, taking with it a record 1,177 crew members and rendering it the largest loss of life on any US war vessel. Following reparations in 1962, it now sits on the harbor as a tribute, and carries with it, for most visitors, a tremendous sense of desolation – with the lives that perished that tragic day supposedly still patrolling the area. The refurbished boat brims with eerie noises that range from disembodied voices to pacing footsteps, while an Australian woman in 2011 snapped a pic that resembles a ghostly figure suspended in water and crying out in agony. Uncanny, certainly, but also unsurprising: some of the soldiers’ remains are thought to be kept on the ship.

 

The Kasha of Kaimuki

The Kasha of Kaimuki

This hip neighborhood in Honolulu was once home to King Kalakaua’s ostriches; now, beyond its trendy bistros, it also boasts one of the creepiest houses in Hawaii.

Prior to his death, Hawaiian Herald tabloid writer Glen Grant was a booming voice and radio personality throughout the islands, once questioning the credibility of a ghost story on his live program only to have the witness – allegedly locked up and indisposed – call him to furnish him with details. Grant took particular interest in the Kaimuki House, a large home unwelcoming to visitors (to put it mildly) that many claim is ghosted by a man-eating ghoul ripped from the pages of Japanese folklore stories. Its myth reaches back to 1942, when police arrived at the Kaimuki House amid complaints only to find a home full of children levitating, thrashing about the room, and smarting from invisible forces. Roughly thirty years later, a couple who had just moved in reported inexplicable drafts of chilly air and sightings of an armless woman missing her legs. Blame kapu: some reports maintain the house witnessed a series of murders, including a male occupant who murdered his wife and two kids and buried them in the backyard. Interested property owners, take note: the resident’s phantoms will let you be if you leave out food and toss water through the windows as an offering.