So many people have been injured and too many have died for the thrill of playing in that secluded spot just off the beaten path. Whether you believe it was mo’o after young men, exhaustion or cramps from swimming, or an undertow from the falls... It's best to stay away from this deadly pond.

Is it an urban legend borne of the far-fetched stories shared between teenagers on a dark night somewhere in the depths of Nu‘uanu? Or is it a fact, one that still makes its presence known, even today? Perhaps the question shouldn’t be, “Is Morgan’s Corner haunted?” The better question is, “Who or what haunts Morgan’s Corner?”

It lies in the shadows of the Ko’olau mountain range, a narrow road with a melancholy, and sometimes violent, history. Hawaiian newspapers as far back as 1885 have recorded tales of robberies, fires, rapes, fatal accidents, and murders on the mile and a half twisting trail from the halfway house junction to the bottom of the road where it meet Kamehameha highway.

There have been numerous deaths at this precipice that marks the peak of this pathway from Nu’uanu to Windward Oahu -- from the last stand of Kalanikupule, to falling rocks, strong winds, horses losing their footing, and cars careening out of control, not to mention suicides... and murder. This area has a long and violent history. It’s not just one thing that haunts this place, it’s many.

In the uplands of Kalihi, there were once sacred heiau, a spring brought forth by the god Kane, and a pair of Kupua who would watch over the valley. Some say that the destruction of those stones set the stage for the unfortunate events surrounding the building of the Wilson Tunnel.

Thought to have originally been built for the purpose of telepathic communication, the mana here is ever-present and powerful. However, before you try to charge your crystals here (yes, unfortunately, it’s been attempted), one must understand that there is so much more here. The residual negative energy of the untold numbers of men that were sacrificed in the space is also constant.

A woman staying in Waikiki in the 1930s says that on the first night she saw glowing lights just on the edge of the water. On the second night, she saw the same thing, except now, the glowing lights seemed to have shadowy forms as if they were people holding up torches, walking along the beach, heading toward Diamond Head to the old heiau. Now, that heiau is a private school.

In the back of Manoa valley, people began to see orbs of light coming from the earth. The mysterious phosphorescent fire had the Hawaiians and Japanese living in the valley distinctly scared. A Japanese yard boy said that about 10:30pm in the upper part of the valley a particular light seemed to glow. The light was not strong, but being the only fire in the valley, it called attention.

Seminarians have long talked of attacks by levitating pencils, of doors that would stick on one side but not the other, of pats that rattled without cause. Even laypeople who work at the religious institution talk of feeling a presence, hearing a voice, having something press against them. “It was real,” Ferraro said, “Told and corroborated by prominent men in the Roman Catholic Church.”

Ghosts are said to congregate in these places every evening from seven o’clock until midnight for a form of entertainment, including the legendary night marchers. Several people who happen to work in these locations today say that their buildings are indeed haunted. While most of Downtown Honolulu closes by 6 or 7pm, nights they have to work late are especially creepy.

This building was at first just called, “the Federal building” as it housed the US Post Office, Customhouse and Courthouse. Today, its official name is the King David Kalakaua building. Most of us just refer to it as “the downtown post office.”Postal workers today still say the building is haunted. By the ghost of the old postal worker, Benedict Westkaemper... and so much more...

This ahupua‘a extends inland from Āliapaʻakai crater to the crest of the Ko‘olau Range and holds many of O‘ahu’s most culturally important sites. Within this wahi pana, this sacred place, is Leilono, the entrance place where souls of the departed leap into Pō, the site of Kalaikoa’s hale iwi, his house of bones, a haunted high school, and a famous path for the legendary night marchers.

Away from the bustle of town, a wide, white strip of beach called Māhā‘ulepū is an important site in Hawaii’s history and culture. Before the 1920s, the sands at Maha’ulepu were white with bones scattered across the beach. Skulls were plentiful, sticking out of the sand anywhere one looked, and just dusting away a few inches of sand revealed more.

Haleko Road in Lihue is barely more than half a mile and is a quick shortcut from Rice Street to the Kukui Grove area. Many locals just called it “the mill road” because at the bottom of the gulch used to be the old Lihue Sugar Mill. There’s even an old graveyard down there. People will tell you that the road is haunted and some even refuse to travel that curvy stretch of road at night.

Once the site of the orignal Hawaiian Hotel, reports say this place was haunted almost from the very beginning. Now, people who work in the new building say they still see a ghost wandering the halls.

Moʻo are often referred to as lizard beings or “dragons” but, according to our oral traditions, moʻo are more like shapeshifters. In some tales, one may find the abode of the moʻo near a body of water. In our moʻolelo, our stories, most moʻo are female deities. They take on the form of a beautiful woman who takes a male a companion as a lover or as a meal. In both cases, the man ends up dead.

In Niumalu, there is dam built across a large bend in the Hule’ia River. It is a nine hundred yard long dirt levee faced with stone. It is said that the rocks used for the facing came from Wahiawa, near Hanapepe, and were passed hand over hand by the Menehune. As two young men found out, it's best not to do things you know you're not supposed to (like shooting paintballs) in places like this.

Named for the Water of Ha’o, an ancient spring nearby, this church is near the center of Royal activity in Downtown Honolulu. Is it haunted? Most definitely.

In February 1911, an employee of the Tennis Association arrived to perform his morning duties, he opened the curtains, light filtered into the room and, on the wall, he found a handwritten suicide note in Japanese. The author of the note said he would kill himself at the Baldwin house and, if he was not successful in haunting that place, he would return to the same bungalow and haunt there.

It’s September 1908 - the house owned by the Boyd family is located on the corner of ‘Auwaiolimu and Lusitana Streets. Renting the house is the Pecarick family and they’re having problems. Imagine combing your hair and the mirror flips over. Imagine holding a stick of kindling and having it slapped out of your hand. Imagine out of thin air, rocks coming through your house and embedding themselves in the side of your oven. Imagine these things happening and you have no control over them.