When I arrived in Hawaii the first place I lived in was a bungalow. It was very small. It had one small bed, a nightstand, a lamp and a rod to hang my clothes. It all had many small lizards and centipede’s. For the first few nights that I stayed there I heard the sounds of little feet running in the back of the bungalow. I wasn’t sure what it was so I asked someone there who told me it was the footsteps of the little people. I was also told that I shouldn’t bother them as they were know to take your soul if you looked at them in the eye as they passed you during their night marches. I don’t believe this to be true, but I didn’t take any chances.