My father swears that he saw the Night Marchers (or at least the lights from them) one night. My dad was the least superstitious, most straight laced guy (think civil engineer in the 70's with a plastic pocket protector and slide rule) so I don't know if I completely disbelieve his story. My mother, on the other hand, would tell us all the ghost stories. We used to go see movies at Waia'lae Drive In and would freak out when she would go pick up snacks and left us alone in the car.
My father swears that he saw the Night Marchers (or at least the lights from them) one night. My dad was the least superstitious, most straight laced guy (think civil engineer in the 70's with a plastic pocket protector and slide rule) so I don't know if I completely disbelieve his story.
My mother, on the other hand, would tell us all the ghost stories. We used to go see movies at Waia'lae Drive In and would freak out when she would go pick up snacks and left us alone in the car.