A Very Scary Ghost Story
The Wailing Pontianak

Welcome, brave reader. What you're about to read isn’t just another tale. It’s a very scary ghost story about the Pontianak, a spirit whose chilling wails pierce the night air and will chill you to the bone.

I’ve written this one to plunge you into the terror of an encounter with this vengeful spirit. As you journey through this story, feel the creeping dread, but be cautious. Because the boundary between legend and reality is fragile, and the wails you hear might be closer than you think.

Enter, if you dare… but don’t say I didn’t warn you! This one could follow you home.

Brenda
Weird as Ever



Kampung Bakwat map

In the humid jungles of Malaysia, where the air clings to your skin like a wet wool blanket, a bone-chilling cry peals out through the night like the howl of a lone wolf on a full moon night. The sound is a shriek or a wail that has plagued the villagers for generations. The source of the wail is the Pontianak, a spirit of a woman scorned in life and intent upon revenge in death…


The village of Kampung Bakwat was a place nestled deep within the rainforest where superstition was the prevailing thought and created its own oppressive reality. The elders often spoke of the Pontianak in fearful, trembling whispers.

The young men of the village were warned to remain inside after sunset, to avoid the allure of the beautiful, yet deadly wraith. But as it is with humans, there were those who wouldn’t listen.

Amir was one such man. He was a loud and flamboyant guy, a stark contrast to the constrained, restrictive traditions of his village. He‘d heard the stories of the Pontianak since he was a child, but always dismissed them as superstitious folklore fabricated by village elders. He rejected the stories as tales invented to control the younger generation. Amir was above those fears. He‘d laugh at the stories. saying they were nothing more than the mindset of yesteryear.

It was after a day of hard labor in the fields that Amir got wind of a party happening in the neighboring village. It was another sweltering evening in the Malaysian jungle and the thought of spending one more night alone in his tiny, stifling hut was unbearable. The allure of a party was too strong to resist. It promised laughter, music, and the company of beautiful women. Plus an evening soiree was more his style.

amir

As Amir made his way down the dense jungle path, the sounds of the night surrounded him. The distant hoot of an owl was accompanied by chirping insects and rustling leaves. The moon was high, casting long, eerie shadows on the ground. But Amir ignored the darkness that surrounded him. His thoughts were focused solely on the soiree and the women his heart was set upon meeting.

He was halfway through the jungle when he heard the creature. It moaned a soft, mournful cry that seemed to rise from the very earth beneath his feet. Amir paused, his heart skipping a beat. The cry grew louder, more insistent, echoing through the trees like a sorrowful shriek, a sound that seemed to pierce his very soul, filling him with a sense of dread he’d never known before.

"The Pontianak," Amir whispered aloud. The stories of his childhood rushed back to him immediately. But a second later, Amir shook his head, dismissing the thought. "It's just the wind," he muttered, though his words were not very convincing.

Amir Wants to Party

Yet, as the cry persisted, growing closer and more desperate, a chill ran down Amir’s spine. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Against his better judgment, he found himself drawn toward the sound, his feet moving of their own accord. It was as if an unseen force were pulling him forward, urging him to follow the heartbreaking cries.

Then, the edges of the path began to dissolve as Amir ventured deeper into the jungle. The old familiar landmarks faded into obscurity among the dense undergrowth. Overhead, trees loomed tall and menacing, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. The wail grew louder still, now accompanied by the faint rustling of leaves, as though someone, or something, was moving just out of sight.

Amir's heart pounded in his chest, each beat reverberating in his ears like a drum. He wanted to turn back, to run fast, as fast as he could, but his legs refused to cooperate. The wail was no longer just a sound. It was attached to a presence, a force that enveloped him, clouding his mind with a strange mix of fear and curiosity.

Pontianak calls Amir

Then came the moment of recognition, when Amir realized his error.

She stood at the edge of a small clearing, bathed in the pale light of the moon. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back like a river of midnight and her white dress fluttered in the gentle breeze. She was hauntingly beautiful, her delicate features marred only by the sadness that lingered in her dark, brooding eyes.

Amir's breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon her. He knew deep down who she was. He knew what she was. But even with this certainty, he was powerless to resist the allure of her beauty, or the magnetic pull of her sorrowful gaze.

"Come," she whispered, her voice a soft caress that sent shivers down his spine. "Come to me."

Amir took a step forward, then another. His movements were slow, cautious, yet deliberate. The woman's eyes never left his, and her expression was a mix of longing and sadness. With each step he took, the air grew colder. The heat of the steaming jungle was being sucked away by an unseen force.

As he drew closer, Amir noticed the woman's feet did not touch the ground. She seemed to hover just above the earth, her form ethereal and otherworldly. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, but it was too late. He was already within her grasp.

"Please," the woman whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Help me."

Amir reached out to her, his hand trembling as he drew near. The moment his fingers brushed her skin, a shock of cold raced through his body, freezing him right there and then. The woman's eyes darkened, the sadness within them twisting into something far more sinister.

A cruel grin turned the corners of her mouth upward, and her previously beautiful face contorted into a grotesque mask of rage. Her hair once flowed like silk, but was now a writhing nest of serpents. Her dress, white as the moon, darkened to the color of blood.

Pontianak rage

The wail returned, louder and more terrifying than before. It reverberated in Amir's ears its anguished cry. He tried to pull away, but the woman's grip was set, her fingers digging into his flesh with inhuman strength.

"You will suffer as I have suffered," she hissed, her words dripping with malice. "You will know the pain of betrayal. You will feel the agony of a life cut short."

Amir's scream echoed through the jungle as the Pontianak pulled him close, her lips brushing against his ear. Her breath was cold, like the chill of death itself, and her kiss was the final, damning blow.

The End


The villagers found Amir's body the next morning lying on the jungle path. His face was twisted in terror and his eyes were wide open, staring at something only he could see. There was no sign of struggle, no wounds or marks upon his sin. There was only the telltale chill that lingered in the air around him, a chill that spoke of the Pontianak's kiss.

And in the distance, just beyond the edge of the village, the wail of the Pontianak echoed once again, a haunting reminder of the vengeance that still lingered in the humid jungles of Malaysia.


Oh, so you survived the tale, I see. Can you handle more scares? If you want to get really weird, dive into more terrifying legends, or explore the unknown further. Choose a page from the selections below to continue. - Brenda



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