The First Of Many

It was a clear moonlit night in Oahu Honolulu, HI in the year 1994. I was about 5yrs old and little did I know that this experience would be The First of Many.

Every night I would get up around midnight to get a drink of water or use the restroom. I've never had much fear of the dark as most children would so I would walk though the house without any lights. The moonlight shining in through the windows was always enough for me.

I lived in a very small house: 2 bedroom, 1 bath. I would walk across the tile floor over to the door and when I opened it I would always see, halfway down the hall, the moonlight shining in from across the house through the doorway along the floor from left to right and the restroom door would be in the moon's "spotlight". At the end of the dark blue glowing hall I would see the door to my parents' room.

This night was different. When I opened the door I couldn't see my parents' bedroom door. It was too dark. But just in that spot. I leaned a little to the left and began to see the side of their door. I then looked halfway down the hall where the moonlight was shining across the floor and onto the restroom door on the right but in the center of the hall there was a gap in the glow. Something was on my side of the hallway.

I slowly looked up to where my dad's head would've been (my dad being 6 feet tall and my mom only being 5'2") but by then I had only reached this dark figure's shoulders. I continue to look up to it's face but it was so dark that I couldn't make out and facial features. Not even with the help of the bright moonlight illuminating the house (my eyesight being 20/13 which is about 60% better than normal). It's head seems a little larger than the average man but nothing that alarmed me. For all I know, it could have been hair.

"D-dad?" I ask the standing figure.

It says nothing and continues to watch me. I knew this "thing" was not human, therefore I had no reason to be afraid because my mother only told me to beware of strangers. And to me, strangers are people. Live people. This figure was the shape of a human but the presence and feeling I got from it was very foreign to me. Without taking my eyes off of it, I slowly step back, slowly shut the door, and went back to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and ask my parents if they saw me the night before. They both said no. I told them that I saw someone in the house and they checked all the windows and doors & everything was locked.

About a decade later after many other experiences I began thinking back on that one night of my first encounter and asked my mother about it again, and what she thought it may have been. She told me around the same time I had the experience, there was a bridge being built and some workers came across a Hawaiian burial ground and some workers began having unexplained happenings, such as getting pushed of ledges and objects, such as tools, thrown at them. She told me it could have been a spirit from the Hawaiian burial ground that was disturbed.

My dad is in the Navy and out of all the houses we've lived in, only 2 were houses that I did not have an experiences in.