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It was early one Sunday Morning, about 2 am to be exact, and my friends and I were just cruising around.....it just so happened we stopped by the Pali Lookout on O'ahu. It was a moonless night, and the stars were looking down upon us with an eerie gaze, as we walked from our cars to the lookout where so many years ago, King Kamehameha had defeated the Cheiftain of O'ahu in the great battle of the Nuuanu Pali....(he threw down the warriors of his enemy, hundreds of feet to where there now is a freeway.......lots more stories about that one), a fog had somehow surrounded us. There was a silence among my friends and I, and soon after, fear and suspicion ensued. "BOOM, BOOM...BOOM, BOOM" From the distance, a chant was heard. The language was unmistakenly Hawaiian, but there were only 6 of us here and no one else on the entire lookout. "BOOM, BOOM.....BOOM, BOOM" The drumming was coming closer. My friends and I could make out a procession of light, no, torches, coming towards us. Suddenly, I saw that my friends were nowhere to be seen, and I heard footsteps scattering into the fog filled area. They had ran to their cars. I looked around and saw that the procession was nearing. They were warriors, getting ready to face their enemy once again, to re-enact a battle they had so long ago lost. I noticed they had no legs, and from their gourd helmets, their was no sign of mercy, no sign of humanity, no sign of anything at all, except for eternal anger.....I found it fascinating, and I also found myself running as my friends had....Later I asked them what I just saw, and my friend who was Hawaiian turned pale. He told me that I was a lucky person, lucky that I had run, lucky that they did not notice me, lucky that I was still alive. "Those were the Night Marchers" he said in grim tones. "You lucky you run. Bumbye (later in pidgin english) you would have been dead, because your not Hawaiian, they see you as enemy and kill you there on the spot because you walk in front of Royalty!" The penalty for crossing their paths would have been death in Mystical Hawaii.
There are a couple of notions on this," Hannah explains. "Sometimes we hear the term Po-kane, po being night, kane being one of the nights of the Hawaiian lunar calendar, a night when there is no moon. And we hear, especially when I was growing up in Territorial Hawai‘i, Pokane, those were the night marchers.
"But if we look to convention of the pre-contact era, on the night when the moon casts no shadow, the ali‘i and the kahuna might go out and do certain activities that, if done during daylight, caused them to cast a shadow, and there would be a whole set of protocols associated of that casting of the shadow. So Pokane becomes a night when the ali‘i and the kahuna might be out and about doing business particular to their station in life: refurbishing heiau, for example. When the term of Ku gives way to the term of Lono, and vice versa, for example.
"So the earliest traditions that I heard that were associated with Pokane, were associated with the chiefs and their entourages, who would be out and about on a night when there was no moon."
Originally posted by volafox
Wonderful! Are you sure that they are turned off by the smell, or just think the person a stark raving idiot for rolling in dung or whatnot when they come around? I like the idea of ghosts marching through some pretentious bastard's million dollar condo and scaring the wits out of everybody there.... thanks, this post made my day!
Suddenly I see torches on top of the mountain... As I look further I see people walking from on top of the hill coming down in a like large zigzag winding march. It was dark so I could not see where they were coming from, but they were a lot of them walking slowly down the hill to the beach.
... Something about the moon that evening had something to do with it too, I believe...
...I can give you a description of the leaders. The ones that were in the front row. They were 3. The one in the middle is the one that came straight at me, and the two that were one either side of him kept walking with there torches leading the group away across the beach. The leader looked like a big muscular very dirty blond long haired viking warrior. He had a metallic shielded clothing and boots, but his stomach was exposed, and his arms and legs. He was moving like he was going to attack us.
“Feng-shui, the ancient Chinese art of landscape divination, has its ancient roots in ancestor worship and Taoism, which in turn derived from shamanism. One of Feng-shui's basic tenets is that houses and tombs should not be built on straight lines in the landscape. Such features include roads, ridges, river courses, lines of trees, fences and such like.
They all facilitated the passage of troublesome spirits, so if a tomb or building was on the course of such an "arrow" in the land, then preventative measures had to be taken. These included the erection of physical barriers to mask the entrance to the building, placing fearsome "door guardian" effigies either side of the door, or placing a special mirror at the entrance so that any horrible spirits would scare themselves off by their own reflections.
This basic idea of spirits traveling in straight lines is found all around the Pacific Rim, but the association of straight ways across the land with the passage of spirits is even wider. In Laos, for example, the Hmong peoples have a rule that a new house in a village should not be built directly in front or directly behind another house. This is because spirits travel in straight lines, and when corpses are moved from the house for burial they must go straight out of the house.
Similar invisible spirit lines occur throughout Europe, with features like fairy passes in Ireland, which link prehistoric earthworks (and on which one was not supposed to build, similar to Feng-shui ideas), and Geisterwege in Germany, linking medieval cemeteries.”
Informant: Female/16/mixed ancestry
Location: Kamehameha School, Oahu campus
I was walking back to Kapuaiwa dormitory at Kamehameha one night around 9ish 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 thought it was the hula team practicing, but they were all the way down at Keku, so I decided to follow the beat of the pahu. It led back down to the front door of Kapuaiwa.
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 2am 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.
Night marchers are so scary because they take people with them if they get in their path. I told my friend's about what I saw the next day, and they said that some of their roommates had to go to the nurse in the middle of the night because they we're sleep walking outside.
This one has some of the earmarks of Lunacy. It sounds like the event did not just effect the one student telling the tale; it is really creepy when you imagine what it must have been like with the drumming and the chanting and the fire going on, students careening about in slow motion sleep walk, and this poor girl is watching the Marchers.
The story linked above with the guy and his friends at the lookout point is really cool, too, because I love that he mentions that the Marchers had no legs; those kind of details are hard to come by.
...there were the night marchers walking the campus.
Something is up on islands all over because the craziest stories are from the Philippines; I have had loads of friends from there and they all seem to have a story.