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Hawaii's got a slew of stories. We have a varient of the Hook Man legend, of course, but a bit more uniquely we have stories of the Night Marchers, which is a procession of kings and soldiers who make their marches out to the battlefield. They are accompanied by torches and drumming, you get out of their way and you don't look at them or they'll kill you. The only way to avoid being killed if you look at them is if you have an ancestor in the procession. Sometimes Gods are also in the procession.

There's a story where this kid and his folks moved into a new house, and every night he'd leave his bed and lay in a certain spot in the room. He'd do that every night, no matter what they did, eventually they bricked up the spot. That night they saw him floating out of the room as if he were being carried. He stopped at the door and slept the night. They went to the crawlspace under the house and dug in the spot and they found ancient Hawaiian bones. Where his bed was was directly in the path of the night marchers and the spirit of the bones was protecting the child by moving him out of the way. The parents moved his bed to the spot where the bones were and they never had another instance of it happening.

Back when I was a kid, at 18 months I caught the RSV virus which caused severe scarring in my throat which in turn caused asthma-like symptoms until I was 12. I had to take steroids to control it, which caused extreme audio-hallucinations. I was also a bad sleep walker for many years. My family lives on 4 acres, out in the driveway there's a lot of room and we made a huge mound of dirt around so that car noise could be cut down. But one day I sleep-walked out the door and stood on the little concrete walkway leading in. I saw these shadows darting through the trees and grass on the outsides of the property, and they were making this horrid laughing noise, almost like monkies. It was really bestial. Out at the entrance of our driveway I saw a tall lean man who looked a bit like James Dean would have had he been older. He wore a white t-shirt and a ball cap and suspenders. He glowed lightly and he walked up to me and stood with me on the walkway and rested his big hand on my shoulder. It was my grandpa who'd died nearly 4 years earlier. He scared away whatever those things were, my mom eventually saw me standing out there by myself and brought me back inside.

I still don't know if it was real or some kind of hallucination. But of all the audio-hallucinations I endured, I never had anything like that happen again.