Hawaii is a place full of spirits and their manifestations. I'll relate a story my dad related from an employee of his while managing a local Ben Franklin's back in the '80s (long gone now).
She was a lady of Portuguese descent, a very practical and grounded person, otherwise. Her story is freaky though. *if you are squeamish, skip this now*
She lived in a faraway (for Maui) town from where she worked, a little hamlet on Maui called Hana, on the extreme east side of the island, and worked on the extreme west side of my home town of Lahaina. Her commute was about two hours long, as the slow progress across the eastern north shore is 25 mph or sometimes slower due to the cliffside road and the frequent rains.
Her family, due to some kind of strange past mishap or curse, seemed to attract incidents that to this day still mystify all who hear about them.
She used to start her day very early in the morning, 4am or so, and start out towards Lahaina. Still very dark, she said that every once in a while, she'd see off in the corner of her eye something move in the rearview or off on the side of the road in the glow of her headlights. She'd be concentrating on the road of course, but the distraction was there, and it followed the car. In the beginning, it spooked the heck out of her, but as it became more and more routine, she began to tire of it and instead just tolerated it. But what would happen later is absolutely mortifying.
She said as time went on, as she got to a certain spot, occasionally the light began to take shape, and became a little creature. It flew, and from what I can remember my dad telling me, it was vaguely humanoid, about the size of an office wastebasket. It had a face, a horrifying mask of anger and rage. It often few right into the windshield, and tried to claw its way into the car, tormeting her for miles! Of course this poor woman was scared out of her wits the first few times it happened, but as determined to feed her family and not allow this whatever it was to affect her life, she eventually began to ignore it.
So picture this. A lady, whose commute every morning involved terrorism from Slimer, who she said she simply screamed with all her might at, as nasty as it did, and it would disappear! Isn't that hilarious? My skepticism at the time asked what if she was making it up, and was just sick or something? He said that many who drove that road at night, tourists too, sometimes would see the lights and occassionally, the thing, so it wasn't an isolated incident. A familiar connecting experience was the scratching of its nails against the window glass and paint. What the heck was it? And why did it terrorize this lady so? Being so long ago, I figure the answers are pretty distant, but I'll ask my father the next time I give him a ring.