My name is James Among, I currently live in Los Angeles but I was born and raised on the Hawaiian Island of Oahu. Hawaii is said to be one of the top hotspots for paranormal activity, and trust me, that statement is true. VERY TRUE.
Several Paranormal events happened to me as I grew up on the islands. When I was around the age of 11 or 12 I used to be super religious, I was scared as hell when the year 2000 was coming around, everyone I knew made it seem like the world would end right when the clock struck 12:00 am on new years. Well, 2000 came and nothing happened. I slowly began to lose my faith in Christianity and then that’s when everything went really bad.
One night I was sleeping, I turned over on my stomach and then I suddenly felt a chill and froze. Either it was a Demon or one of the choking ghosts of Hawaiian legend. I could not move at all, then I managed to get one eye open and right in front of me was a large, red, claw like hand over my face. I quickly shut my eye and hoped that it would go away. These types of attacks happened frequently over the years, even after my attempted suicide attempt in 2001 (sorry for that detail).
Another scary thing that happened to me happened shortly after my great grandmother passed away. I had a dream that me and my family had gone to see her grave. When we arrived at the gates of the graveyard, the ground suddenly turned into a quicksand like substance and my family suddenly disappeared. Then, rising out of her grave was my great grandmother, she looked exactly like how you would see a zombie in a Hollywood movie. I woke up from that dream around 7:00 am.
The last paranormal event that happened to me was one year before I left Hawaii to go to California. I was staying with my uncle and aunt because my grandma had gone to LA on her own for that year. Me and my little cousin Zach decided to go hang out at the playground at his elementary school. In Hawaii we have a legend about a ghostly army of dead ancient Hawaiians known as Night Marchers. They don’t take no crap from nobody. So we were playing around, joking around. Until my cousin decided to yell “F**k you Night Marchers!” I soon felt a chill go down my spine because I knew that these sprits are the type that could kill a human being. I shook my head and looked toward the mountain area, to this day I swear, I saw a black figure moving quickly through the mountains. Me and Zach scrammed out of there before it could catch up with us.
Don’t let the palm trees and beautiful beaches fool you, Hawaii is just as scary as any other place in the world. Aloha and Mahalo (Thank you in Hawaiian).
Written by James Among, Copyright 2009
Night Marchers and other legends: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folklore_in_Hawaii