I started to notice that my four - year - old would sometimes look like she was talking to someone , but I didn 't really think much about it . One day when we went into her room , she pointed to the rocking chair in the corner and said " That 's grandpa 's chair . " I asked her , " Grandpa who ? " Again , she said " Grandpa . That 's grandpa 's chair , " and she pointed to the rocking chair which was indeed the chair he sat in all the time . Grandpa died before she was born . She 's never seen him . There 's no way she would have known that room was his room , and there 's no way she would know that he sat in that chair . This happened around 1973 , 1974 . I was working the midnight shift ( 11 : 00 p . m . - 7 : 00 a . m . ) as the lone patrol officer in Hanalei town . We used to call that Beat 41 . Just past Hanalei town I see this guy come out of nowhere and run into the middle of the road waving his arms like a nut . I think he was a Hawaiian male in his late 30s . He looked kinda frantic . So I stop , get out of my car and ask him , " What 's happening ? " He says , " Kepaloas ! Kepaloas ! " And I knew that meant " ghosts . " I said " What happened with the kepaloas ? " He says , " The kepaloas took my car and threw it in the ocean ! " I 'm thinking , yeah right . I 'm suspecting he got drunk and he ran his car off the road . So I tell him to get in my patrol car and I say , " Where 's your car ? " We just pass the bridge , and I get out , and he says , " Down there , down there . " So I look , and sure enough , there 's his car right on the shoreline , waves breaking on it . But there are no track marks in the sand . Not jut because it was wet , there was dry sand also . I would have seen marks in the dry sand . So I tell him , " We better call the tow truck to get your car out of the sand . " I don 't know what happened after that , but I would imagine it wasn 't easy to get his car out . It could have been ghosts . I couldn 't explain how his car got there . There was no physical evidence to determine how it got there . There were no tire marks in the sand . Besides , it was quite a distance . He would have gotten stuck before he got to the shore line . I 'm a retired cop . But when I was still on the force , I heard of stories about a particular substation on the island . It was located on the North Shore in a normal place , nothing iffy about it . But at least three people that I know of had experienced weird things there . I think this has been going on for about three or four years now . But in the early morning hours , the midnight watch , guys would fall asleep at their desk . Then they would wake up to a pressing sensation on their chest . It would feel like someone sitting on them , or even choking them . This happened to several police officers that I know personally . Not all officers that were assigned there had experienced it , and I don 't know if it 's still happening now . So back in 2006 , I had an online business with a business partner . We moved the company to his warehouse in Halawa , which had a small office room in the back , positioned far away from the bay doors . The office had a glass paned door so we could look out from the office into the bay to see if anyone came in . My business partner told me that when he was creating some of the rooms in the warehouse , the contractor said he experienced some weird things while putting the walls up . Little things , like he would turn around and his tools would be moved , etc . So one day I brought my friend to the office to work on a design project with me . I didn 't tell him anything about what my business partner told me because I never experienced anything . We had installed a door chime on the front door of the warehouse so if we were working , we could hear if someone walked in . After we were there for about an hour , I saw that my friend was staring out the door into the warehouse bay . So I asked him , " Eh , are you zoning or what ? " and he says , " I thought I saw a guy walk through the front door , but the door chime didn 't go . . . " So I went out into the bay , but nobody was there . I asked him where he saw the guy walk to , and he said he walked toward the stairs . There was a set of stairs that went up to a recording studio . I went outside to look if there were any cars parked ; maybe someone wanted to use the studio . But there wasn 't anyone there . Then I told him about what my business partner told me , and he promptly freaked out . Read More I woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason covered in sweat and filled with a sense of fear and dread . I looked over at my doorway and saw a very tall , white static - like figure filling the doorway looking at me . I couldn 't move and I didn 't know what to do . For a moment my paralysis ceased and I was able to throw my blankets over my head . I said , " Go away , go away . Please go away . " I stayed that way until I feel asleep again . Her house had a long dark hall way that connected the two bedrooms and bath to the living room and the kitchen . Whenever I would play in the living room my back would be facing the hallway . On numerous occasions it would feel like someone or thing was watching . However whenever I 'd turn around , I 'd only catch a glance of a shadow . Just a suggestion of something disappearing around the corner into the kitchen out of view , or back down the hallway . Every now and then , at very odd moments in the early morning ( like at 2 or 3 AM ) , there is a voice coming out across the valley behind our house , the voice of a man laughing . It 's not a particularly scary sound , it just sounds like someone at a party having a good time . But it 's odd , because it comes out of the silence and the darkness , there are no lights across the way signaling a late night party , there is no voice preceding or following it , making conversation or telling a joke . There is just the laugh . And I lie awake , wondering at the strangeness of that laugh . Sometimes , I peer through the dust laden screen into the night , trying to pierce the shadow and the ever present haze of cricket noises . But there is nothing . Did I dream the voice ? I ask Lynn if she heard it . She is usually too sleepy to respond to my stupid questions . But she says , " Yeah , I was wondering about that too . " And suddenly she shivers , even though she is bundled in covers , and the night is far from cold . There are dogs barking in the night . Sometimes , all of a sudden , the dogs do this . First , the barking is far off . Then , there is a tumult somewhere down our street , there are dogs baying restlessly . Then , it seems , the neighbors ' dogs , the dogs closest to us , are upset about something . This often happens late into the night , when even the dead should sleep . . . A wave of dogs barking , disturbing , like wind through grass . . . getting closer and closer . At the end , my heart beats thunderously , and I strain my ears to hear shuffling in my yard , or some unexpected click just outside my window . Ever since I was a kid I 'd get what most people refer to as " sleep paralysis , " along with hearing loud ringing sound that always wakes me up but leaves me helpless for minutes . What usually happens is , I 'll be in deep sleep and in the middle of a dream when all of a sudden the ringing sound screeches in my head and I 'm awake but unable to move any part of my body . I usually say prayers until it goes away and try to convince myself that it was just a dream . Anyway , a little over a week ago I slept over at my girlfriend 's house in Kahala . While sleeping , I had another " sleep paralysis " episode , but this time I felt the presence of someone next to me , as if someone walked into the room and stopped beside me . Despite the fact that I was unable to move my body , I was just able to open my left eye ever so slightly . I was glad I had some control of my body but I was hoping I wouldn 't see anything . I saw a skinny black figure that looked almost like TV static in the sense that it didn 't look solid . It was there just for a moment then it backed away and was gone . The craziest thing is that I swear I heard it hit my girlfriend 's plastic shelf as it left my range of vision . As soon as it left I was able to get up and was in shock . I didn 't even wake up my girlfriend to tell her . I spent over half an hour trying to convince myself that it was just a dream , but I know it happened and I know it 's not my imagination . My mother used to live in an apartment next to a cemetery while she was attending the University of Hawaii at Manoa . One night she woke up for no reason and rolled over in bed . The air in her room was super muggy and thick . Something just didn 't seem right . When she looked , a sudden depression was made in the bed that looked like someone came and sat down on the bed next to her . A little spooked , but too groggy to care she rolled over and went back to sleep . A short time later she awoke struggling for breath , when whatever it was that was sitting down next to her rolled onto her . It was as thought someone was sitting on her chest , preventing her from breathing . It felt like she was under a " ton of bricks . " She fought back , trying to move whatever was on her chest , but with no success . She finally managed to gasp for some air and with it said , " In the name of Jesus Christ , I rebuke you ! " So Sue wakes up during the middle of the night , unable to fall asleep . She sees this figure sitting out side of her tent . The figure seemed like another family guest , whom we 'll call " Aunty Moana . " So Sue and Aunty Moana make small take . Sue is weirded out though , because she 's beginning to sense that the woman she is talking to is not Aunty Moana . It sounds similar to her , but it 's too dark to see any distinguishing features . Plus , Aunty Moana was only someone she met for the first time the day before , so she decided to think nothing of it . So the next morning Sue wakes up . Everything is going about normally until she mentions the conversation she had with Aunty Moana last night . An awkward silence settles in . Aunty Moana didn 't spend the night camping . Later we discover , that everybody who was on the camp ground last night , slept through the entire night . Nobody had woken up in the middle of the night and had a conversation with Sue . Who was sue talking to ? My dad works at a downtown hotel that has a long history . In the late 1800 's , the daughter of the owner tragically died . They say her spirit hangs around the building . He told me one night that he saw a little blond girl walking around during his work shift . He thought , oh well , probably one of the guests ' kids or something . He asked her what her name was , but she just smiled and ran off . He said the little girl wore a red dress , in an old fashioned style , like Victorian style . She looked completely solid , and would laugh . She looked completely human . In fact , he caught her jumping on top of the tables . My dad 's boss is well aware of this phenomenon going on . He tells him employee 's not to freak out about it , but that 's easier said than done . A secretary was working one night , and someone started taking papers off of a stack on her desk one by one . She turned around to see the little girl in the red dress , stacking the papers nicely on top . She smiled and ran away . The secretary quit the very next day . If you haven 't yet noticed , we have moved to our own domain : http : / / www . weirdhawaii . com . This change doesn 't affect the content in anyway , and it will not affect your bookmarks . It redirects from weirdhawaii . blogspot . com to weirdhawaii . com . What we did notice though is that the ratings all got reset . So if you have rated stories , you might want to go back and re - rate . Sorry for this inconvenience . My sister was spending the night at one of her friends house . One night they decided to take a walk around . The property was really big , and toward the end of it there was really tall grass . She and her friends walked over near the tall grass , when they saw something moving in it . A white figure rose from the grass . My sister said it was moving like the girl from The Ring , in that jerky motion . They all took off running . Then one of the girls started screaming bloody murder , and didn 't stop screaming until they got into the house . They locked the door , and they could hear the creature running around the perimeter of the house . The girl woke up her dad , and he went outside and checked everywhere . There was nothing there . Oddly enough , they knew my name . They called my name and started to motion for me . I went up to them . They started to talk to me about how to throw the ball . They pretty much taught me how to throw a ball that day . Sometime later , I was sitting with my mom going through an old family photo album . To my surprise , I found a picture of the two men that taught me how to throw a ball . I was telling my mom about how the two men , when she interrupted me . It goes like this : one dark and stormy night ( except it wasn 't stormy ) , me and a couple of my friends were hanging out at the little backyard barbecue thing by Hale Noelani playing music . It was just us three ; no one else was in the entire area . That place is a bit creepy being next to a river and all that , and old equipment and stuff . Anyway , we were just talking and playing music . About 30 minutes in we 're having a good time when I see some dude in like a yellow raincoat or something sitting on the damn barbecue grill not even moving . I 'm like WHAT THE HELL . I look at my friends who are singing , look back , and the guy is gone . It was too dark to see any detail besides color . Then my friend notices that I 'm all messed up and he 's like … I don 't have a good feeling about this . I 'm like , uh guys I 'm going home . Forget this . Then as soon as everybody got settled into their sleeping bags , we heard a knock on the door . I went to answer it , only to find nobody there . I fell victim to ding dong ditch , or so I thought . Not more than two minutes later , everybody in the cabin hears the door knock again . This time my friend answered it to find that again , no one was there . We began to laugh at how it must be the girls trying to scare us . The door knocks again about five or six more times before we begin to get annoyed . Finally we decide to keep the door open so that we can see who is knocking on our door . To our horror , something begins slamming on the wall behind us . Immediately we all rush out of our sleeping bags in the hopes to catch whoever it is slamming on our walls . As soon as we reach the back of the cabin , there is nothing there . At this point we are convinced that the girls are just messing with our minds . We initiate a plan of attack . We all surround the girls cabin and start banging on the girls walls like maniacs . A very angry girls ' cabin adult supervisor walks out to yell at us . It turns out all of the girls have been sleeping and we just woke them up . We figure , the girls ' supervisor is either in on it , or maybe it 's our own supervisor messing with us . This whole time the boys ' cabin adult supervisor was in his own cabin . So we wake him up to tell him about the banging on our walls . He walks into our cabin and we all wait to see if the banging will start up again . Nothing happens . We wait some more , and still nothing happens . " You guys seriously need to get to bed , the girls ' cabins supervisor called my cell phone to complain about you guys after you folks woke me up , " our supervisor begins . Then the banging comes . This time , it is more intense . It seems that with each new wave of banging , the slamming on the wall intensifies . Our supervisor , just laughs . " Who is outside ? " he shouts . Of course there is no answer . So he counts all of the boys in the cabin to discover that all of the boys are accounted for . Now , he is convinced that the girls cabin supervisor is also in it . Unfortunately for him , he wakes her up only to find out that all of the girls have not left the cabin . And for the rest of the weekend , the girls ' cabin supervisor is in a bad mood due to her lack of sleep . And so we all wait in the cabin for the slamming on the walls to start again . As soon as it starts , our supervisor just runs out the door in an effort to catch whatever it is that is causing all the ruckus . He comes back into the cabin , gasping for air and obviously physically spent . We all begin searching around our cabin with flashlights . There are no pipes or gutters with water rushing through it . There are no trees next to the cabin . And there is no wind . There was a slight drizzle , but that was about it . Then we decide that the entire group will split up into four smaller groups . Each group will stake out a wall of our cabin and see what happens . The next thing you know , there is something on top of the roof of our cabin , slamming the roof with something . We can 't see the roof , but we can hear it running and just going crazy slamming what sounds like a piece of wood against the roof . After that , everybody sprinted into the cabin . All of us were far too terrified to stay outside any longer . Our supervisor , decided to just stay in our cabin for the rest of the night . None of us fell could fall asleep and so we all just started telling dirty jokes , to try and lighten the mood . However , it didn 't work much . The banging continued . It would switch walls . It would knock on the door . Every once in a while we could hear it on the roof again . The banging didn 't stop until dawn . The beginning of this story takes place about six months before I was even born . My parents lived in a small house in a small neighborhood next to a small cemetery . Someone wanted to turn the small neighborhood into a big neighborhood , and so they decided to bulldoze over the cemetery to make way for more houses . The man responsible for the bulldozing , dies of no apparent reason . First it began with talking to people who weren 't there . My parents would hear me having conversations with people in my room . They would take a peek into my room only to discover that I was alone . At first it was cute , their baby boy had an imaginary friend . Then it escalated to feeding people who weren 't there . This quickly turned from cute to annoying as the wasted food began to pile up . My parents would ask me why I was taking extra plates of food to my room . " To feed my friends , " I would reply . When my parents would prevent me from taking extra plates of food , I would share my food and hold my spoon up to feed my friends . Then it went even further with sleepwalking . And it wasn 't just any kind of sleepwalking , I 'd be sleepwalking and holding hands with people that no one else could see . Every night I would get up and start walking with my hand raised up as if someone taller than me was holding it . I would walk from my bed all the way to the front door until I would bump into it and then wake up . This quickly went from minor annoyance to scaring my parents . Then everything just stopped . I no longer talked to people . I stopped feeding my food to people who weren 't there . And my sleepwalking had ceased . Around the time that all of this stopped , the discovery was made that the bodies in the cemetery that had been bulldozed , were not removed , they were still under the house that had been built over it . I 'm not quite sure what happened to the bodies , I would like to think that they were removed and put into some place they could rest peacefully . However , I do know that creepy things are still lurking in the neighborhood . Old neighbors speak of loud noises coming from an old empty house that was next door to mines . A house that is constantly off and on the market . As soon as it 's sold , it seems that it 's being sold within a matter of months . That same house will open its windows while you walk past , even though no one is living in it . There 's even rumors of a telephone pole that bleeds ( not sure how serious one should take that , I 'm sure it 's just tar or some other dark substance that oozes , yet some people actually feel that it is an ominous sign that warns them that something bad is going to happen ) . One night around 2 : 00 a . m . my friend was walking back to her dorm from mine when she noticed a guy with longish hair holding a skateboard was staring at her . She started to walk a little faster and turned around to look at him , and he was still staring at her intently . So she started to walk really fast , and she turned around one more time . . . but he was gone . Nowhere to be seen . My campus is full of creepy stories , as is every campus across the nation . In my dorm , I would hear strange things every now and then . I would usually turn off my laptop before I went to bed , but I would leave it open . I 'd lay down to sleep , and then I would hear a clack - clack - clack noise . I 'd sit up , look around , the sound would stop . I 'd lay back down to sleep again , and the clack - clack - clack noise would start again . I knew that noise . I knew it was the sound of my laptop keyboard . I was walking back to Kapuaiwa dormitory at Kamehameha one night around 9 : 00 p . m . ish when my flower blew out of my hair . I chased it all the way to the bottom of the dorms . I made my way back up to Kapuaiwa but took a wrong turn and ended up walking to the cafeteria . When I got there it was real quiet and it started creeping me out , so I went the back way to get into the dorm when all of a sudden got to I started hearing the beats of the pahu . I got to the bottom of Kapuaiwa and realized the sound got really loud at Lunalilo dorm , so I walked around a bit and noticed that the sound was coming out of nowhere . As I got closer to the lounge at Lunalilo , it started to get real hot ( and it was a cool night ) and the pahu was getting louder , so I freaked out and started to walk back up . I heard something , so I turned around and saw that a fire had started . I called campus security but by the time they came , the fire was gone and it seemed like there wasn 't even a fire at all . Security told me go back to my dorm and just get some rest because they said I looked real tired . I got back up to my dorm , took a shower , did my homework and stuff and then decided to go to bed . I woke up around 2 : 00 a . m . and was real thirsty , so I decided to go down to the lounge to get a drink of water . When I got there , I heard the beat of the pahu again and chanting . I remembered the article I read earlier that day about the night marchers and started to wonder if that 's what I was hearing . I sat down on the couch to drink my water when I saw a torch coming down the hall outside . I thought I was seeing things so I just closed my eyes . When I opened them again and I could see night marchers walking down the hall and as they walked , the pahu and the chanting got louder . I ran back up to my room scared and hid under the covers . I looked out my window that over looks the whole dormitory and on the main road , there were the night marchers walking the campus . Location : Kapaa , Kauai This story comes from my mother . I 've heard it enough to tell it to you properly , I feel . When my mother was a little girl , there was a terrible accident in her community . A little boy had drowned in a nearby reservoir . Shortly after his death , they started to hear rumors that his younger sister was able to communicate with him in the afterlife through whistling . She would speak , and he would whistle back . It wasn 't just a whistle the sister could hear , everyone nearby could also hear the whistling . People started to go to the house to see this " miracle " as they called it . My grandma forbade my grandpa from going to see it because she did not believe it was a miracle like everyone else believed ( she was a very staunch Catholic ) . But my grandpa went anyway with my mom in tow . When they got there , he told my mom and her cousin ( who was also with them ) to stay in the car while he went to the house . Not only did my grandpa hear the whistling in the house , my mother also heard it in the car . My grandpa realized that something was not right and quickly returned to the car . They started to drive away and could still hear the whistling . They drove a few houses away and could still hear the whistling . They could hear the whistling all the way back home , as if it was in the car with them . Needless to say my grandma was furious , and I think it 's safe to say that my grandpa learned his lesson . It was a children 's game ; something that you played at slumber parties , or birthday parties . In fact , that 's exactly where I read it . In the " games to play at a slumber party " section of The Daring Book for Girls that I got for Christmas . My friends were recalling things we enjoyed doing as kids , and I suddenly remembered . " Did you guys ever play Bloody Mary ? " Everyone was silent in thought for a second , but the general consensus was , yes , but nothing ever happened . There were different variations of the game , depending on who you played with or where you were from , I guess . Some people said to say her name three times , some said 10 . The book that I had said 13 times . The instructions said to go into a dark room with a mirror , like a bathroom , and hold a flashlight up to your face and say " Bloody Mary " into the mirror 13 times , and she would appear . We were a bunch of 20 somethings who no longer believed in these silly children 's tales , but we were feeling nostalgic for our childhoods , and were excited to try this game . Maybe this time it would work , who knows ? Me , my friend , my roommate , and my boyfriend shuffled into the bathroom . We elected my boyfriend as the one to stand in the mirror and summon Bloody Mary , mostly because we know that weird shit has happened to him in the past , and he would be most likely to illicit a response from the dead . He stood in front of the mirror with the flashlight , while the three of us sat at the edge of the bathtub , facing the door , and facing him . The light from the hallway outside glowed under the bathroom door . I focused on it while my boyfriend chanted " Bloody Mary " into the mirror as my roommate counted them off dramatically . When he got to 13 , he put the flashlight under his chin and yelled to scare us , and of course nothing happened . But then my roommate said , " Wait . just wait . Shhh … " I 'd never seen my boyfriend move so fast . In the blink of an eye he was in the corner of the bathtub behind me , clutching the flashlight like he just won his first Oscar . We all heard it . We all heard the banging on the door . I clutched my friend 's arm so hard I was certain I drew blood with my fingernails . The light under the door went black , but not like a black out . It went black as if someone was walking in front of it , but someone wearing a long dress , because there was one long stretch of black that passed across the door . In my mind , it was someone in a gown . Queen 's wear gowns . My roommate locked the bathroom door and turned on the light . We sat there in utter shock , trying to digest what had just happened . Naturally , our first reaction was to hiss accusations at my boyfriend , screaming that he hit the door on purpose to scare us . He sat in the tub , barely able to get a word out , still clutching the flashlight , shaking his head vigorously denying it . But then we realized , even if he had banged on the door , that doesn 't explain how the light outside went out . Finally we realized that we couldn 't stay in the bathroom forever , and we opted to leave . I unlocked the door , and my roommate held the flashlight behind me like a bat . We checked the entire apartment , but nothing was there . We checked closets , under the beds , cabinets , even the fridge . But there was nothing there . Nobody else was in the apartment at the time . We just could not explain what happened . After a while my boyfriend decided to walk back to the dorms . He was fine before he left , and it was only about a five minute walk from my apartment . He called me after he got there and said , " Hey , so , I don 't want to freak you out but . . . there 's a mark on my arm that wasn 't there when I left your apartment . " He snapped me a blurry picture , and I saw shallow red scratches . He said , " I don 't know , it kind of looks like a W . " But I knew that it was really an M . There was something odd about the community bathrooms on my side of the dorms . No idea why , but you always got the creeps while in there . One afternoon I went in for a routine pee when I heard a sniffling noise coming from the stall next to me . Without shame I leaned over and stuck my head under the division to see no one was there . I let out a small cough to get anyone 's attention , see if there was someone else in the bathroom with me . No reply , no shuffle , nothing . No one was there with me . After a few more moments the sniffling continued but shifted from a crying sniffle to a full on sniff , like trying to smell me out . So , I bolted . Don 't worry I washed my hands at the bathroom down the hall . Later that evening I told my roommate about the incident and she said she had had a similar experience where it feels like there is someone in the stall next to you , but when you look no one is there . We shrugged it off only to be shocked the next week . I was finished taking a shower . I opened the partition curtain for my shower stall to go brush my teeth at the sink 5 feet away . When I turned around , the shower curtain was closed . I was a bit puzzled because I was SURE I had opened the thing . I shrugged went back and opened the curtain again to remove my belongings and go fiddle with my hair for a bit in front of the mirror . When I turned around again , the shower curtain was closed . There was no one else in the bathroom but me , so I was a bit freaked out by this . I again told my roommate who told me that some of her shower supplies had been moved around or were missing . I joked saying that maybe the ghost wanted to take a shower too . Minor stuff like that continued through out the year . My hairbrush would be moved out of my shower kit , slippers and clothes rearranged , and every now and then my entire shower kit would be moved over to the other side of the shower stall . I just chucked it up to a helpful ghost until the last night I showered in that bathroom . I was washing my hair and went to rinse the foam off my hands when all of a sudden I felt something gently pull my hair . I thought , " wtf ? " And when I reached my hand up there was a spike of hair on top of my head as if someone had pulled my hair up . Yeah , that was the fastest shower I have ever taken and I have never been back to that bathroom again . My hula sisters and I went on a hula retreat a few years ago up at Kilauea on the Big Island where , of course , Pele lives . We were walking around the Volcano park one night when something started following us ; we could hear footsteps . So my friend was like , " Hey , you guys hear that ? " My other friend said , " It 's probably a weasel or something , " so we just kept on walking . Then we heard barking and we were all scared and didn 't know what to do . We walked a little faster , and then it started to get warm . Very , very warm . As we got closer to one of the look outs , we could hear chanting and all of us were freakin ' out like crazy . I felt something by my feet and when we ran under the light we saw that it was white dog . When we looked out into the dark , we could see another white thing coming right at us and the chant was getting louder and louder . We ran back to our cabin as the chants kept on getting louder . When we finally got inside our cabin we looked out and the dog was right there at our door step . Our kumu said " It 's madame Pele " & when i looked out of my window , that white ghost person thing was still there . I decided to go to sleep , but I couldn 't so I went back outside . I noticed that dog was still there and since I 'm such an idiot , I decided to go play with it . It was very cold that night so I had to put on a jacket , pants , socks and shoes . I called the dog by me and as I looked at the dog and played with its ears , I noticed it was very hot , like hot water kine . Then the lady came up to me and asked if that was my dog ( this was around 6 a . m . and the sun started to rise ) . I looked at her and I said " No , sorry . " I looked down to play with the dog again and then looked up to ask that lady a question , but she was gone . I kept on playing with the dog and I started to hear chanting again . I looked out where the woods were and I saw that old lady again , and as I looked at her , I looked into her eyes and they were red . I mean , RED , RED , RED ! Then she called the dog and it went running to her , and I looked away for a second and turned back and they were both gone . My kumu told me , " You just witnessed something that no one has really ever witnessed . " I asked him , " What is that ? " and he said , " You saw Pele . " So , I get back into my bed and noticed there was a rock on it . It was a medium sized rock and it was real , real , HOT ! I looked out the window and saw the dog go running and vanish . I never saw that dog ever again , neither did I see that lady . I put it outside , but it would always find its way back inside . When I left to Oahu , it found it 's way next to my bed there . My Kumu told me to keep that rock with me no matter what . If that rock keeps on coming back to me then that means its my rock and it 's a rock that only I can have an no one else can . I 've had many weird dreams before , but this dream is by far the weirdest I 've ever had in my life . In my dream I 'm in the middle of an ocean , drowning . There 's is no land or boat in sight . I am completely surrounded by water . I 'm thrashing about wildly and quickly sinking into the ocean . My head is beginning to submerge and I am starting to choke on the water . Now this is the part that things begin to get weird . As soon as I begin to swallow water in my dream , I wake up ( actually wake up , this is no longer a dream ) and I 'm choking on some kind of liquid . I roll off of my bed and begin puking out water . It seems that I was choking on water . Is it possible that my brain thought I was actually drowning ? My brain believed that I was drowning , so much in fact that it caused me to actually expel water ? And if I can almost drown because of a dream , could a dream kill me ? Everyone has heard of the myth that if you dream you are falling and you actually hit the bottom , you will actually die . Is there any truth to that ? So far there has been no official documented cases of people dying from their dreams . It seems that it is only a myth . When I was around five or six , I use to wake up in the middle of the night and see these . . . things . I don 't remember what they looked like but they were very small , like gremlins . Anyway , I used to wake up crying , and my mom always used to say I kept on staring at something that wasn 't there . It occurred to her that what I had drawn had looked perfectly like a Hawaiian warriors helmet , just miniature . Menehune . So that 's what we summarized that I was seeing .