It is perhaps one of the most well-known urban legends of hawaii. Its story has spanned decades. Every generation, the hauntings at this place resurface and become an urban legend all over again. A 1942 article, a 1972 editorial, and a 1994 book makes one question whether the Kasha is real. Let’s check it out…

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.

At 1442 Emma Street, now within the location of Kamamalu Park, stood a house that was reportedly haunted. Do you think the ghost now roams the playground?

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...

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.

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.

Some would hear the grand piano playing well after midnight and, on many occasions, lights would turn on & off, strange noises were heard, tools would disappear and then reappear elsewhere, the contents of handbags were switched or dumped on the ground. All of these were attributed to ghostly hands. It's said that Royal ghostly appearances are still accepted as a fact of priory life and tradition.

In 1898, a group of Japanese workers was leveling off some mounds in the coconut grove called Helumoa. As they were returning from their break, a gale rattled the foliage of the tall palms like castanets. The workmen retreated from the falling trees when, flung high into the air by the catapultic motion of the roots was a mass of human bones - entire skulls, femurs, vertebrae, ribs, everything.

On the Eastern slopes of Punchbowl crater lies the foundation of the old Kanela‘au heiau. A temple of human sacrifice. The sacrificial victims were often from the Kauwa class who were drowned either in the waters of Kewalo or in the pond that was located on the Ward Estate, which is now where the Blaisdell Center is. Now, right on top of where the heiau used to be, stands Stevenson Middle School.