Ghosts and My Dad
My dad passed away a couple of years ago, but the ghost stories he used to tell live on…
The first story happened when my dad was a teenager living in Aiea, Hawaii. One day he drove his blue Toyota truck past a heiau (ancient Hawaiian religious site) on his way home. He was almost to his parent’s house when he felt like he needed to look in the rear view mirror. When he did he saw a faceless, limbless spirit floating above his truck bed. He raced home and cowered in the truck cab debating whether or not to run for the house or to call his younger brother to come get him. I never found out which option he chose.
I actually witnessed the second story. It was a very scary event. We were getting ready for bed on a school night and my dad had a seizure of some sort. His eyes rolled back in his head …