I live in Hawaii where many homes are built on or around ancient burial sites, with countless stories of people who've had ghostly encounters. I told you I'd tell you about my personal experiences, so here we go...
I vividly remember a house we lived in when I was about five years old. Lightly putting it… it was HAUNTED. Everyone that visited had some type of experience, whether big or small. But the experiences I had were terrifying, to say the least.
My younger brother and I shared a bedroom at the back of the old house. The back yard had a hill which sloped downward towards our room. It was filled with many different types of fruit trees, and dead, dried leaves which covered the ground. To get to the back yard, you’d have to unlatch a metal gate on the side of the house, and swing it open (which made a loud squeaky, creaky noise).
One night, after our mom finished reading us a story, tucked us safely into bed, and turned off the lights, my brother and I heard someone unlatch the metal gate. It creaked open, and then re-latched. Footsteps, crunched in the dried leaves just outside our bedroom. I froze, listening. Was it a prowler?
We screamed, jumped out of our beds, and bolted down the hall to our parents room. They turned on all the lights, and scoured the backyard only to find - nothing… (Of course) It began to happen nightly, so we eventually learned to deal with that part of it.
But then… horrible things started to happen.
One warm night, I woke up on my stomach, with my head pressed down into my pillow. I couldn’t move, or turn my head for air, because my body was frozen, paralyzed. I remember how difficult it was to breathe, and how hot the air was in my pillow from my panting. I was being suffocated.
I started to pray, and not too long after that, my body released from the pressure, and I turned, gasping precious air into my lungs.
Like I said… I was only five, and this became almost a nightly terror. I never wanted to sleep, horrified that I'd wake up again, paralyzed, with my face pressed into my pillow. It is a distant memory that I'll never forget, though sometimes I wish I could.
We moved out of that creepy old house into one that I slept peacefully in... but that's not the end. Stay tuned for part 2: The haunting continues...





