PaHoeHoe

I rarely wake up at two or three am. Sometimes when I go to sleep late I feel eyes or hear rustling; and sometimes I wake up at five in the morning. It's getting brighter outside and the light is diffusing through my room in a bluish purple haze. Someone is there. She stands above my bed and she tries to hurt me. One week I bashed my head playing on an exercise ball and the next week, still in my weakened state, when I awoke at five in the morning something grabbed by head and slammed it into the bed side table. I started crying from shear inability to cope with the pain and fell back asleep. The next day I fainted and hit my head again. Another time the being took the form of a Yuri, the female japanese ghost. She wears a white robe and has long black hair. I did not see this woman's face because she was thrashing her head about so much her hair was flying around like crazy. She was screaming at me. She usually screams at me. At five am a disappointed parent or employer shows up and yells at me or explains how disappointed they are. I have woken up fully clothed when I went to bed naked because the apparitions made me feel ashamed.
I wish I could say I didn't know where they came from or how they had so much power over me; but I have a pretty good idea. When you believe in something you give it power. When I expect this person to show up or I express belief in her I give her the power to become real.
Well, fortunately for me there are other things I believe in too. I took some rocks from the Big Island in Hawaii back in 2007. They were two small pieces of pahoehoe and two small pieces of a'a- both types of volcanic rock. It is illegal to take rocks from Hawaii. It is illegal for your protection. I took those rocks to the island of Oahu for a couple years and everything was fine; but when I brought the rocks back to New York City I ran into trouble. That yuri figure I saw-- the woman with the long angry black hair-- could have just as easily been Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of fire and volcanoes. Is it possible that Pele was traveling six thousand miles every night just to scare the shit out of me? Yes. People's gods are still significant and powered by their people's belief even if the culture has been decimated and overpowered by imperialism.
So I did the only thing I could think of to do. After two years of suffering Pele's curse I went back to Hawai'i and I took the rocks with me.
The first night back I thought things were going to be better. I thought there was no way my "ghosts" could follow be all the way across a continent and an ocean; but they did. As soon as I started thinking about them I heard something in the other room and my blood went cold. I was sitting with a good cat named Zoey at the time. Zoey looked at the doorway to the other room and her fur stood on end. I thought I saw a shadow move. I decided to turn my attention elsewhere. The next morning Zoey peed on my sleeping bag. It was a dick move, but it's likely her pee warned off ghosts because I wasn't haunted again for a month, until I saw those shadow people.
I took the rocks to the ocean. I walked out onto the rocky beach and opened the case I kept them in. Before I had a chance to say a few words, offer up an apology of sorts, a large wave splashed me on the rocks and swept the contents of my case back into the habitat in which they belong.
I haven't been personally haunted since returning those rocks. Unless you count my cousin Hank's underground family.