The Kuntilanak is a female ghost from Indonesian folklore. She is usually described as a woman with pale skin and long black hair covering her face, dressed in a long white gown. They say that instead of eyes, she had vacant black holes in her face. The Kuntilanak also has a hole in the back of her neck.
The Kuntilanak is the ghost of a pregnant woman who died before her child was born. According to the legend, she stalks women, especially pregnant women, and tries to steal their babies. She makes sounds like a baby crying. If the crying is near, it means she is far away. If the crying is far away, it means she is near. SHe usually lurks in tall trees, old buildings and by the edge of a river or lake. Some Indonesian people believe that the sight of a Kuntilanak can drive you insane.
In the ghost photo above, a group of Indonesian teenagers were having a party in their backyard. Supposedly, they took a photo and were horrified to discover the ghostly figure of a Kuntilanak lurking in the background.
According to one story, a young Indonesian woman was returning to her college campus late at night. It was dark and there were only a few cars on the street. She decided to get a taxi and flagged down a mini-bus. On a darkened street, the mini-bus suddenly stopped. The girl looked out the window, thinking that another passenger must be getting on. She looked in the front seat and saw that the driver was gone. He had run away. Outside the door of the mini-bus, stood a woman in a white dress with an extremely pale face and long black hair. The woman was staring directly at her. She was trapped inside the mini-bus and could not escape. The next morning, people found her still inside the mini-bus, cowering on the floor with a terrified look on her face. She was sent to psychiatric ward and never recovered from the experience.
They say that the Kuntilanak is afraid of sharp objects and will not attack a woman if she is carrying either a nail, a knife or a scissors in her handbag. She can be killed by driving a nail into the hole in the back of her neck.
@Dimka-
I sleep with a pair of scissors above my bed also. Actually I had 3 pairs but I broke one and one of the others is dull. LOL :’D
The pic is so fake XD
u better believe it! In east timor (where i come from) we call her Pontiana, they say that the indonesians bought her to our country when they tried to take over and started the war. AND she usually lurks in the oldest trees, AND three students were travelling to the mountains and decided to eat in front of an old tree, actually, there were 4 students. Cause one student took a photo but noting came up, all normal. Untill he printed it or something, everybody could clearly see a woman with white robes and black hair floating. But they couldnt see her face cause her hair covered it. And all those students went insane, always blacking out and talikng nonsense
terrorteller r u pregnant cause i think she only attacks pregnant people
lol rashona BTW rage man 99 my comments are finally getting onto the website
This story is so cool nice story beiberzmyne and also weird comment terrorteller I wouldnt do that because what if you wriggled around a lot and pushed the pillow out of the way then accidentaly cut your head with the knife!
I sleep with a large pocket knife under my pillows. Just to help me sleep, but also so of anything comes after me, I won’t feel defenseless.
You got it all wrong , the kuntilanak eats the organs of pregnant woman
Also, i’m always scared at driving at nights in my dad’s car because i think i really really will see one. We live at a small neighborhood and there aren’t many much people. And there is a big, tall tree in front of our house. When my dad’s car arrive at night at our front gates, i have to open them, so it gave me the creeps.
I’m Malaysian and in our country, it’s called “Pontianak”. I’m pretty sure the picture above is fake. If you want to see a real one, try typing them out at Youtube or Google Images. And yes, the legend is real. Also, i’m always scared at driving at nights in my dad’s car because i think i really really will see one. *shudders*
Hmm fake or real? XD
The picture is scary O_o
I’m not a fan of this type of ghosts but that was a cool one…
I have an Indonesian friend named Hen-hen. Imma ask her if shes heard this story…
The woman was saring at her? I think you made a mistake and sorry for being a grammar nazi.
Scaryforkids says: Well spotted. Thanks. Fixed!
I sleep every night with a huge knife by my bed, I have my reasons and I like anything that is sharp and dangerous. :D And by the way, I have seen some crazy stuff, so I don’t think seeing her will drive me crazy. This website has made my very parinoid, but it is sooooooo addicting!!!!
OMG IMA SLEEP WITH SCISSORS TONIGHT JUST HOPE I DON’T STAB MYSELF WITH THEM XD
CREEPy……..
SomeBODY GIMME A NAIL/KNIFE/CHUCK NORRIS
SSCCAARRYY!!!!! and CCRREEPPYY
JUST THE RAIN
At night, a lot of things seem scarier than they would normally. Like silly little nightmares, or interesting looking shadows on your wall. Or rain. Normally, I like the rain. I’ve lived in Phoenix my whole life, so rain was uncommon enough to be fun and beautiful instead of annoying. But when it’s four in the morning and the rain is creaking and tapping against your window, suddenly it doesn’t seem so beautiful anymore.
I told myself not to look. In my sleep deprived hysteria, I somehow felt that looking would make whatever I imagined was behind my window real – or worse, let it in. As I dug my fingernails into my arm to wake myself up in case I was dreaming, I told myself I was being stupid, there couldn’t be anything there. The tapping against my window were just the raindrops. The low howls and growls were just the wind. The unearthly creaking were just the sounds my old window made as it tried to fight the rain back. And the trudging sound every so often disrupting the rocks outside was… was my dog, of course. But didn’t the tapping sound too rhythmic and hard for just raindrops? Didn’t the howls and growls sound more like… well, just that, howls and growls? Why hadn’t I heard the creaking noise before, in even harder rain? And didn’t my dog know to come in out of the rain? And not to be repetitive or anything, but since when could the rain keep a beat as it tapped persistently against my window? I tried to ignore it, I tried to stop hearing it, Tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap… I told myself I wasn’t scared, and that didn’t seem to be growing louder, TAP tap tap, TAP tap tap, TAP tap tap… I wanted more than anything to sleep, no matter how hard I tried, It just kept echoing in my brain, TAP TAP tap, TAP TAP tap, TAP TAP tap… I didn’t look, I just stared in front of me, as the fear warped my eyes and made things seem to move and whisper, and lights slowly go out, TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP. I grabbed my blanket and threw it over me, hiding my face in my little tent, and for a second there was no sound but my rapid breaths. It was the rain. I whispered it to myself fervently. It was the rain making the tapping against my window, it was the rain making it creak and groan, and it was the rain hitting the rocks as it dripped over the side of my house. And it was the rain sliding my window open.
it seems like most in Asian scary legends, especially in Japanese legends, that the ghost has long black hair covering her face like the grudge
crrrpy good thing im part mexican and part american
gosh…..creepy
i’m carring a knife or scissor to bed today……i don’t have the courage to see her!!!
I’ve heard of this legend before! My friend is Indonesian and she told me that you can stab her also in her eyes o3o
This was kinda creepy. But I don’t live in Indonesia so I don’t have to worry.