The oral traditions of the much-feared night marchers have survived countless years by being passed down from mouth to ear and then by the learned art of writing and documentation. Their stories have spread through hushed whispers during late-night storytelling around the dinner table. Their procession has been witnessed by Hawaiians and non-Hawaiians from different walks of life.

Many people talk about the hauntings at Morgan's Corner but forget about the death, suicide, and murder just up the road at the original "death curve" at Judd Trail and Jackass Ginger Pond.

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.

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.

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.