• In Hawaii there is a myth. It tells of ghosts of Hawaiian soldiers. They are called the Nightmarchers. They kill you if they see you. But If you are in their blood line the will not harm you. You had best get out of their way before they see you.


    It was almost night fall. A family in Hawaii was preparing to go to sleep for the night. When the little baby, Aloua was his name, started crying. His siblings rushed to his side to see what was wrong. Had he ate something bad? Was he in pain? As the other children pondered these questions, the Parents looked at each other with worry. Their eldest son was still out. They needed to find him before this progressed any further. The parents knew what was going on. The Nightmarchers were coming. It was only a matter of time before they were here.

    Makou was walking kicking a rock down the road when he heard something. A faint drumming in the distance. He knew to get out of that area before he had the chance to find out the source of the sound. He quickened his pace. He then heard the second warning of what was to come. He heard a Conch shell being blown. He sped up even more to avoid contact with them. He now knew what was back there. The Nightmarchers were coming. It was only a matter of time before they were here.

    Back at the house, the parents were outside searching the village for their son, Makou. They had knocked on the doors of other houses only to find that the people had bolted their doors and had hidden. They were advised time and time again to do the same, but they would not unless they had Makou. They heard the drumming and heard the shell. They had to find their some before the Nighmarchers found him.

    Makou was in a sprint now. He could hear the drumming closer now. He needed to get put of there and to his house. He stopped running. He was out of breath. He heard the drumming get closer. He was done for. He felt a cold hand on his back. Then he was flipped around. The Nightmarcher had found him. He said something in Hawaiian. It roughly made out to say. "You are in our bloodline. We will not hurt you. Carry on your way." Then the soldiers carried on.

    The parents had feared the worst when they saw the Nightmarchers pass by their window. They had not been able to find Makou. The mother wept until the father pointed out the window. He uttered in Hawaiian, "Look! Makou has returned!" It was proven true as Makou was following at the end of the Nightmarchers line. He had went in the house and recalled his tale to his family. They had no clue that they were in the blood line of a soldier. They vowed that they would never let Makou out of the house until they knew it was safe at night.

    Makou went to bed that night. In his dreams he was visited by his great great grandfather. He was told the tales of the Nightmarchers. He was the one who had talked to Makou that night. He needed to watch his back and listen at night. Depending on the group they might not be so leniant. Makou drifted away from the dream. He would have a whole new story to share in school tomorrow. That night was the highlight of his young life. He would remember it for as long as he lived.