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I used to work at Schofield in a couple of the medical buildings there. The first year or two, before they re-modeled a bit my office was in a long room that used to be a sun deck where patients were taken during WWII times to recover. Often, at night, after everyone else had gone I would hear our huge old door into the room (which we had attached a cow bell to) open, the bell ring and footstep walking down the little hall toward me...I would stick my head out to see and no one would be there...this happened often...After the re-moedeling the sounds were not heard so often, but you could still hear, especially after hours, someone walking around the floor...no one there though. (By Rosemary, an excerpt from the Haunted Hawaii Forum)

Schofield Barracks

On an exclusive tour one of the palace workers said that there is a spirit downstairs in the kitchen who used to be a chef at Iolani Palace, and for some reason, his spirit is always yelling. Why he is so angry, nobody knows. (By Anonymous )

The "Angry Chef"

It just dawned on me, reading this interesting experience about an "angry chef" at the Iolani Palace because few months ago, I experienced a spirit of an angry Hawaiian man there. He had long wavy hair, dressed in a white malo, and as he walked on the ballroom side of the palace heading toward the back of the palace (which is actually the end that's opposite of the State Capitol). He was looking at the palace while walking, yelling and waving his arms in anger at 'someone'. Call me crazy but it was apparent to me that he was yelling at the queen. When he reached the other side of the palace, he stood at the bottom of the stairs still yelling until it ended up where he was personally ordered to leave by the spirit of King David Kalakaua (no joke). That man stopped yelling without argument, and promptly and quietly left. I do not know what all that huff was about, just what I saw. And as far as that angry Hawaiian man, though he was dressed in a malo (his appearance reminded me of Kealii Reichel), he was not from ancient Hawaiian times. Although I experienced him just that one time, it feels to me that this angry man has expressed himself at the palace before, and it has me wondering if the palace workers may be actually hearing him, or that there really is an angry chef in the palace kitchen. (By "L" )

The Angry Hawaiian Man at Iolani Palace

The White Lady of Manoa

This story was told to me when I was very young. My father had his own share of ghostly encounters some of them occurred while growing up in old Manoa valley where he grew up and although this is not a firsthand account it does have to do with that part of the island where the aina never sleeps but is as alive as the spirits who inhabit it. My uncle Gilbert who himself has now joined that land of ghosts was a skeptic when it came to legends here in Hawaii so much so he was prone to make jokes about any scary tale my family would talk about. My memories of him are vague so I take my dad's word on this as I open up a small portal with this writing and hopefully transport you back many years to a time when these spirits that were spoken of in hushed whispers practically walked at our sides. Back in the 50s one of the most scary encounters that some people had in Manoa was of the mysterious white lady who was often encountered in the old back roads thru the main drag of town. Today there is a well known supermarket that is in front of it but back in the day the landscape was much different and the feel of the area even more so. My uncle Gilbert knew of the story but whenever people brought it up he would just laugh and make a joke about someone having too much to drink when they saw her and so on. I remember what it was like back in those days seeing as I myself was born at a time where I was at least allowed to glimpse the end of a much more beautiful era here on Oahu and often my dad would drive down that road when we were keikis and tell us about what my uncle saw the night he became a believer in the dead that sometimes come out in the middle of the night for their own mysterious reasons and purposes.The road in question from what I recall was spooky seeing the tall wild grass blowing in the night breeze on either side of us and often I could picture what happened next as my dad would pull over and sometimes tell us this tale. One evening my uncle and his wife were driving down the old Manoa back roads perhaps to prove once and for all that this ghost was so much shibai. They were about half way thru it when all of a sudden the car just simply stopped running. I can almost see my uncle frown as the headlights went out also and everything went quiet save the sound of the tall grass swaying everywhere sounding like angry whispers in the prevailing darkness. Perhaps at that moment a small part of him began to cry like a little child lost in the woods but since he was such a skeptic at heart he probably tried to shrug that feeling off as he went to open the door to have a look under the hood to find some logical explanation for all of this and as he did so, off to the right the tall grass parted and out of it came an old woman glowing as white as the moon and with her two very large dogs as pale as she was. My uncle locks the door and so does his wife and you can almost hear them trying their best to roll up the windows as quickly as possible but my uncle's arms are probably like rubber by now and it is a slow process much like when you’re having a nightmare and your legs feel like springs uncoiling and useless while you try to escape whatever monster your sleeping mind created. She walks slowly to the middle of the road next in front of the car and peers in thru the windshield to get a good look at the people cowering in the front seat. Her eyes in her wrinkled face brighten a bit perhaps when she sees my uncle hunched down trying to get that window to go just a few more precious inches. She stays that way for awhile and then she works her way over to the driver's side of the car and if my uncle is lucky perhaps he was able to shut that window...either way though she is there now looking in..that white glow from the woman moving over his face as both her and those two huge dogs press in as much as they can to get a better look at the man who didn’t believe in such things...who made fun of her existence...and now he has the chance to see that he was so terribly wrong. And if the window didn’t go up all the way maybe she placed her unearthly hands on it and began to push it down so the white lady of Manoa can get just a little closer to him and by now as my uncle's wife is whimpering behind of him perhaps there are two children lost in the woods crying out in the night as they scramble around in both of their pounding hearts for a place to hide till all of this is over with. Finally she pulls away and stands straight up and like the mystery that she is continues across the road and vanishes into that wailing swaying field of things best forgotten. Immediately the lights came back on and the engine roars to life as if telling everyone let’s get the hell out of here. Which they did by the way. When next my dad sees my uncle he is a changed man. There is no joking around about the white lady of Manoa none at all. But he is also a better person for it because now sincerity and respect guided his heart for the rest of his days when it came to our unique spirits here on a tiny island we all have no choice but to share with one another as well as the uhane who perhaps have been here a lot longer then we all have. So if you just so happen to be driving thru Manoa one night remember this story and if you by some chance see something out of the corner of your eyes keep in mind that as long as you believe in ghosts you should be ok.... Right? (By Phil, the Obake Hunter )

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