November 9th, 2005

What Is “Pontianak”?

Posted in: Asian — Tony
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  • “Pontianak” is one of the most famous, scariest and violent ghost in the Malaysian culture. Primarily, the Malays believe that it originates from a still born child, women who dies while giving birth, women who were killed by the pontianak or their spirits captured by them. The phrase “Pontianak” was believed from the acronym of “Perempuan Mati Beranak” in the Malay language, meaning the woman death by childbirth. After such death, precautions are taken to prevent them from rising like

    • Putting glass beads in the corpses mouth so that they can’t shriek
    • Placing eggs under the corpses armpits so that they can’t fly
    • Placing needles in their palms so that they can’t fly also (apparently the palm helps the pontianak to fly)

    Pontianak usually announces its presence through baby cries or turn themselves into beautiful lady and frighten or kill the unlucky who enter or pass through their vicinity. It usually disguise itself as a beautiful young lady to attract its victim (usually male). Its presence sometimes can be detected by a nice floral fragrance of the ‘kemboja’ (a type of flower) followed by an awful stench afterwards. The distance of a pontianaks cries are very tricky. The Malays believe that if the cry is soft means that the pontianak is near and if it is loud then it must be far.

    Want to know how a pontianak kills? It digs into your stomach with its long sharp fingernails and feed on it to survive. And want to know why we don’t hang our clothes at night outside the house? It’s because people believe that it sniffs your clothes to suck your blood.

    It is also believed that the pontianak can be killed by plunging a nail down the back of its neck whereby it will transform the pontianak into a beatiful normal girl.

    The following are even more Scarier :


    1. My favorite type of Pontianak is the two-door Pontianak “Sunfire,” known for haunting bachelors and blue collar males going through mid-life crisises.

      Commented by D-Max — November 10, 2005 @ 7:59 am

    2. […] Next morning, I told him before I met him, I heard footsteps following me. Sound of slipper being dragged. He said he saw a pontianak standing behind me about 10 metres away. She was smiling. She must have followed me from the carpark. Then I asked him about the dogs howling. He said not to worry cos if u can hear the dogs that can only mean that the “thing” is far away. But if the dog is whinning that means the “thing” is nearby. No more late nights for me. […]

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    3. Ok, that’s extremely creepy stuff. You can only find those things in Malaysia right? Not in the U.S?

      Commented by Emily — July 9, 2007 @ 2:03 am

    4. Ya, I think Malaysia, Indonesia, Singapore only. The word “Pontianak” came from a Malay wording and only these 3 countries use this language. This type of ghost may exist in other countries but they use different term. ie. Dracula for Western.

      Commented by Tony — July 9, 2007 @ 5:16 pm

    5. Oh! Ok, that makes me feel a lot better. I don’t mind vampires. Just that pontianak thingy creeps me out.

      Commented by Emily — July 10, 2007 @ 12:25 am

    6. i have seen a pontianak

      Commented by redsilk — September 22, 2007 @ 6:02 pm

    7. freaky stuff man

      Commented by juliejozor — December 1, 2007 @ 8:34 am

    8. buset dah, kalau perempuan mati beranak itu bukan pontianak, tapi kuntilanak :) Pontianak itu nama kota di kalimantan barat 😛

      Commented by Freddy Hernawan — April 14, 2008 @ 11:19 pm

    9. sometimes i’m a bit skeptical with anything about spirits but after accounting several incident like meeting them face to face,yes of course i was terrified but my fear was not for long cause i thought she was going kill me but instead she shook my hand and just dissappear right before my eyes. pontianak or kuntilanak does not killed but instead some died because of heart attack. folklore stories was made so that the youngsters will be afraid to go home late at night especially in village areas. don’t misjudged them by their scary looks but respect them as a super-natural being.

      Commented by FUX — June 29, 2008 @ 2:34 am

    10. The Philippines also have them… It’s called tianak (see similarity in names) here, but it preys on unborn children…

      Commented by Patrick — September 3, 2008 @ 7:33 pm


      Commented by Jose — September 17, 2008 @ 9:43 am

    12. ah not scary also

      Commented by mourine jer kaur — September 19, 2008 @ 2:17 pm

    13. actually in indonesia,that ghost women is called kuntilanak, not pontianak. Pontianak is name of the city in indonesia

      Commented by kmartizzle — October 29, 2008 @ 9:44 pm

    14. not too scary but it is preety scary.

      Commented by Nazhif — December 10, 2008 @ 11:29 am

    15. “A mind without purpose will wonder in dark places”
      Gideon Ravenor

      One should remember that there are things that a Human mind is to fragile to handle. Remain vigilant, Angels and Demons exist, regardless of your religious beliefs. to wonder in dark knowledge is to invite oblivion.

      Christ within Us.

      Commented by Codius — January 22, 2009 @ 2:32 pm

    16. I just stumbled upon this website and would like to share my personal experience which happened many years ago in Singapore.

      As newly weds in our 1st home in AngMoKio then, we had our 1st experience one night, a few months after we omved in at about 2am (how can I forget that?).

      In my sleep, I heard shrieks and thought it was coming from the living room where my mother-in-law who was staying over that night might be watching TV and wanted to tell her to turn it down as we had to wake up for work later. Upon opening my eyes, I could see from the slits under and over the room door that everything was dark, she was not watching TV. Then, I heard it again. This time, I shoke my husband who was apparently already awaken by the cries and immediately covered my mouth with his hand (signalling that I should not be speaking of it, then). It went on and off till about 4.45am.

      Thereafter, we hear it frequently and there was once when my husband decided to be a busy body and see for himself what it truely was from the bed room window. He told me later that he saw a very huge like thing, but cannot describe it to be of any bird known to men.

      He has seen the Pontianak in its bird form.

      We have sinced moved away from that place.

      Commented by ViosAngel — February 25, 2009 @ 12:58 pm

    17. cant b boverd 2 read everythin but sounds really gud and scary i lyk scry muveez

      Commented by Najia — March 13, 2009 @ 10:26 pm

    18. knew one that had a crush on me. Bloody thing followed me all the way to the uk. worse than having a clinging needy girlfriend.

      Commented by poone — March 28, 2009 @ 4:10 pm

    19. really gud stuffs to read ………….these things has really induced my interest towards parapshycology

      Commented by chanda — April 8, 2009 @ 6:39 pm

    20. For hispanics is called la llorona supposively children drown or lost her children but does the same sound and kills the same way..

      Commented by Francis — April 22, 2009 @ 1:00 am

    21. There is no Pontianak Ghost in Indonesia. It’s a city name. I’m Indonesian

      Commented by s — May 28, 2009 @ 3:57 pm

    22. this thing is like the our version in mexico…when i ust 2 go visit my grandma..but in sted it is call the lady who crys..i did it in inglish..because i know some people cant understand spanish writing..i will tell the sumery of it cuse it is very long…at night people say that she walks the streets over there in mexico crying over her lost child witch she killed in the river..and well some people leave water out side so she dosent look in the windos or so she wont clim in thro the windos.. and soposable u r not soppose 2 go out side after dark 2…

      Commented by L3XI3 — June 18, 2009 @ 2:44 am

    23. hei kuntilanak wa boleh kenal ma loekan……….
      kamu itu imut tau makanya wa pengen kenal ma loe
      oh ya wa lupa kamu kan sebenarnya cakep tau tapi…….!
      rambut kamu bikin wa pengen bersin soalnya rambut kamu
      berantakan .tapi bagaimanapun keadaan kamu aku tetap suka ma kamu
      I love you

      Commented by bah.rie — June 23, 2009 @ 11:35 pm

    24. ummm i heard that pontianak do something to a 14 years old girl she tell me that pontianak is a vampire ghost well that confuse me more soo she tell me that pontianak talk to her and then pontianak draw the third eye in her house im soo confused one more thing a guy tell me that when he was in the bedroom pontianak kiss him and give him the apache eye can some1 tell me wut is the apache eye?

      Commented by barthe1 — August 10, 2009 @ 10:07 pm

    25. Can u guys tell me more about ‘pontianak’ dis really interest me

      Commented by aisha — September 22, 2009 @ 2:43 pm

    26. You guys really need to learn how to spell and start writing in English. All of these are interesting, but I also had a fun time reading your spellings. I shouldn’t be laughing when I read these things. What’s the matter with all of you people? Geez.

      Commented by K — September 28, 2009 @ 9:30 am

    27. what a scary story huh?..i like it…

      Commented by hyatt tiey — November 6, 2009 @ 8:33 pm

    28. For clarity’s sake, this creature is called a Pontianak in Malaysia but a Kuntilanak in Indonesia…no offence meant to places in Indonesia.

      Commented by Malaysiangurl — November 14, 2009 @ 12:13 pm

    29. That’s right MalaysianGirl.In Malaysia, we do call that kind of ghost as ‘Pontianak’ and the Indonesian call it as ‘Kuntilanak’.It is the same, only the matter of how the ghost is being called is different.

      When i was a child, I didn’t believe on a such thing because I think it is so ridiculous and superstitious. But my mum keep warned me not to be arrogant whether I believe on such thing or not because acting like a brave girl won’t help me when the time comes for the ghost to approach me.I just laughed back then.And one day, when I was 9, it happened to me.I had a quarrel with my mum and I was like so angry with her so that I ran out from the house to hide in the bushes and it was Maghrib (dusk, the day already dark). I was crying and muttering blaming my mum for the quarrel.Then I looked up on the sky just to see how it’s turning dark slowly but what I saw then was totally freaky and shocking me. I saw a woman’s body with a very long hair in white flowed on the sky right away to Kekabu’s (cotton) tree.I was shivering didn’t know what to do so I like numb for a while but then, I was like realize I was in the bushes and the day was dark, so I collected my strength and ran as fast as I could towards my house’s kitchen.and when I saw my mum inside, I couldn’t stop myself from crying and hugging her so damn tight. My mum was wondering what has happen to me because I keep crying and sounds like a hysteric girl.she calmed me down and ask me to take a shower.after i was feeling better, i storied to her what I have saw and she only listened to me without interrupting me.and then she hugged me and explained to me that the thing i saw is call a Pontianak and she only flied to her house on the Kekabu’s tree.Maghrib’s (dusk) time is the supposed time for the Pontianak to fly it’s home as the Maghrib’s Azan will destroy the Pontianak and the Pontianak will get burn to vanish if it hear to the Azan.She said that I’am lucky that the Pontianak ignored me and didn’t harm me as she said no one can expect what will happen if the Pontianak notice me there.And that night, my family recited Surah Yassin to ask for the God’s protection to our family from any harm of those things.

      Commented by Lily Ieda — January 24, 2010 @ 12:59 pm

    30. That’s scary, Lily. I think many years ago, the sighting of Pontianak was reported in Malaysia’s major newspaper. I truly believe the existing of such spirit.

      Commented by Tony — January 24, 2010 @ 3:58 pm

    31. Tony: yep, kind of.the image of that thing still so vivid in my mind.but i guess, i just need to be courage so that the thing won’t come approaching me, i just lucky for not being harm by that thing.i kind of feel like a goosebumps when i mention P*******K, so i just referring it as ‘thing’. :)

      Commented by Lily Ieda — January 27, 2010 @ 12:29 am

    32. i love horror movie very5 much that we gonna have a feeling if we saw their movie and believe it was real.

      Commented by VvyViolet — March 2, 2010 @ 2:48 pm

    33. in thailand have something alike, it called maenak, a prenant women died and she hauted the whole city , every1 have heard of her story

      Commented by jakk — March 14, 2010 @ 9:22 am

    34. I dont know how it gets its name but “anak” itself means “child”. While Pontianak is a city located in west Kalimantan, Indonesia.

      Kuntilanak or Pontianak are believed to kidnap children and eat them. They also haunt the expecting mothers. It’s a bit scary but in big cities, their ‘existance’ is not that popular.

      Commented by Charlotte — March 15, 2010 @ 4:57 pm

    35. Pontianak or Kuntilanak,whichever you call it,are real.To be honest really,although most people don’t believe of their existence.But of course,even I have encountered so many spirits…Yet,to be honest…I haven’t met up with Pontianak.Although,that sweet fragrance is sometimes..I’m not sure how to explain this one…But with all my knowledge it does exist…The information that was given is true of what its characteristics.

      But,something that one has to be even more cautious I know is the Penaggal.Penanggalan is usually a female midwife who has made a pact with the devil to gain supernatural powers. It is said that the midwife has broken a stipulation in the pact not to eat meat for 40 days; having broken the pact she has been forever cursed to become a bloodsucking vampire/demon. The midwife keeps a vat of vinegar in her house. After detaching her head and flying around in the night looking for blood the Penanggalan will come home and immerse her entrails in the vat of vinegar in order to shrink them for easy entry back into her body.The victims are usually pregnant women {the Penaggalan hunts for the infant},
      to protect against a Penanggal attack is to scatter the thorny leaves of a local plant known as Mengkuang which would either trap or injure the exposed lungs, stomach and intestines of the Penanggal as it flies in search of its prey. These thorns, on the vine, can also be looped around the windows of a house in order to snare the trailing organs. This is commonly done when a woman has just given birth. However this practice will not protect the infant if the Penanggal decides to pass through the floorboards. In some instances, it is said that months before birth, family members of the pregnant women would plant pineapples under the house(traditional malay houses are built on stilts and thus have a lot of room underneath). The prickly fruit and leaves of the pineapple would deter the penanggalan from entering through the floorboards. Once trapped, a Penanggalan who attacks the house can then be killed with parangs or machetes. As an extra precaution the pregnant woman can keep scissors or betel nut cutters under her pillow as the Penanggalan is afraid of these items.

      Commented by Ilya — March 23, 2010 @ 10:48 am

    36. As a little boy I was introduced to the legends of the Pontianak, would you believe it as bed time stories! The stories must have originated from middle and east Java were my dad lived. Yes he did use the name Pontianak for these spirit irrespective of the discussion about what the name should be. Bearing in mind that these stories as delivered by my father must be well over 80 years old. According to him these spirits are of girls or women who died at giving birth, hinting at that these unfortunates were left to fetch for themselves by husbands or lovers after becoming pregnant. Hence their vengance on men in general. There are however many spirits in the Malesian folklore, so I can understand the mix up and combination of features
      of what originally were different entities rolled up into a new version. Well even my gran referred to them as Pontianak and she came from
      what was then called Solo in middle Java.the presence Guessing that if she was the originator of my dad’s stories, these stories must be well over 100 years old. In these stories the victim is killed by the Pontianak who pushes the victim’s head into a large foul smelling hole the Pontianak has in her back where the victim then suffocates. The stories always include the presence of water (lake or river) nearby and a Waringen (described to me as a sort of weeping willow) tree.
      The Pontianak shieks when she attacks and almost paralizes the victim with it, moving very swiftly through the air, leaving the victim very little time to escape as the victim is earth bound having to dodge obstacles, ditches, shrubs, sticky mud with only the hope that the moon will re-appear from behind the clouds to transform the Pontianak back into the state of the beautiful looking inactive spirit.

      Commented by Ed — July 6, 2010 @ 3:59 am

    37. Let me tell you that prior to the experience I am about to relate, I never believed in the supernatural. My unexplained encounter changed all that.

      About 15 years ago, I was working as an expatriate in an Oil & Gas company in Malaysia. I was based in a small town called Kerteh, to oversee crude oil refining operations nearby. Because I was there on secondment for only three months, my family did not accompany me.

      Living alone had its benefits, for I was free to explore the countryside, unfettered by familial restrictions. This I did every weekend, until I knew every inch of the countryside within a hundred-mile radius of where I stayed.

      One Thursday night, after a long day’s work, I prepared to leave the office for home. It was already close to midnight, and I was looking forward to jungle trekking the following day, which was a holiday. I quickly jumped into my Mitsubishi Pajero and drove off, eager to get a good night’s rest before my big adventure the next morning.

      The house where I stayed was a good 20 minutes’ drive away. Barely 10 minutes after leaving the office, I was out on country road, with nothing but occasional kampung houses dotting the landscape.

      Then, some twenty yards ahead of me, I saw what looked like a hitch-hiker. Probably some Aussie student travelling through Asia in his gap year, I thought. But no, it was a woman – well-dressed and beautiful, carrying a small package.

      It did not strike me as strange to see a woman out in the middle of nowhere at such an ungodly hour. The excitement of picking up a beautiful woman dulled my senses, I suppose. I slowed down to a stop and offered her a ride.

      As she climbed into the car, I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was a beautiful scent, which I recognised was that of frangipanni. Even with my smattering of Malay, I knew where she wanted to go when she told me. It was along the direction I was going, with a slight detour, no more than 5 minutes’ drive ahead.

      With only hand signals, she directed me. The area had pockets of marshland, so when a foul stench permeated the car, I didn’t give it much thought and dismissed it as smelly marsh gas. Soon we reached her house. It was pitch dark and I couldn’t see anything outside. When I expressed concern, she reassured me – with gestures – that it was okay and she was fine.

      With that, I left her there and drove home.

      Early the following morning, I got ready to drive to the jungle trek rendezvous point. When I opened the car door, I noticed that my passenger from the night before had forgotten her package and left it in my car. It was odd: the package was a cylindrical piece of granite.

      I would have to return it, I thought. Anyway, it was a good excuse to see the woman again. I started the car and off I drove.

      It took me just five minutes to get to the mysterious woman’s place. Except that it wasn’t a house.

      It was a cemetery. And the granite cylinder, I later found out, was a tombstone.

      Commented by Abraham Hammersmith — August 6, 2010 @ 4:08 pm

    38. Interesting story, i ones saw a pontianak outside my new house, I was originate in Kuching, Sarawak. but now studying up road, as a Uni student, i got to the habit of sleeping at 3 to 5 AM, and one day i was smoking in my window about 3 am at the morning, i saw a white cloth flying opposite my house, it was dark and late at night and thought i was seeing things but deep down i already know it was a ghost, but not to worry about it cause it was quite normal because i have quite a attraction to this kind of things when i was young. i was just enjoying my smoke for about 5 minutes and i was watching it slowly flying away.

      Ladys and gentlemen if next time you see a ghost do not scare of it, it is nothing to be scare of, it is just supernatural, always remember that our wisdom is stronger then supernatural thing by 70%

      I am not telling you not to believe that a pontianak is a baby killer or a cheating husband killer, i am just saying, every morning when you wake up, while you reading the newspaper, did u read about a baby when missing?? or a baby is been dead for no pair of reason, not saying man dint get kill over the stupid reason, but BABY ????

      I always heard that a person saw a ghost and how lucky that he or she got away BLA BLA BLA, but did we ever hear that a ghost really attack a person??? or kill a person by any change, yeap, i heard a lot about the lady been pick up at night, and asking man to drive them home, but i am asking you man, did the ghost hurt you? the story is all over Malaysia and Indonesia i heard it hundred of times,different time different place, same story over and over, “HOW LUCKY AM I TO GET AWAY” but i have never heard that a person was kill by a ghost by any chance, NEVER !

      Commented by emmm — August 10, 2010 @ 1:20 pm

    39. hi I live in pontianak! nama hantu tersebut adalah KUNTILANAK! my grandma say kalau suaranya jauh berarti dekat dan sebaliknya!

      Commented by naziib — September 7, 2010 @ 8:20 pm

    40. Hello my name is Maisarah i live in Malaysia,Johor. People don’t be scared about pontianak okay because they did not hurt you or blabla like that. You i’ve been hurted by a jinn they cekik i tau.

      Commented by Maisarah — October 22, 2010 @ 8:56 pm

    41. […] her neck, which turns her back into the person she once was -as long as the nail stays in place! To prevent a corpse from becoming a pontianak, put glass beads in the mouth to prevent shrieking and an egg in the armpit to prevent […]

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    42. My best friends Step mum told me and heaps of my other friends about how pontianak attacked her father when he was walking in the dark going back home.. And now that i know pontianak is actually real and she wasnt lying is waay freaky

      Commented by April — November 1, 2010 @ 6:14 pm

    43. i never have encountered any ghost but thats what makes me curious about them. well in india i never encountered any ghosts from the past 15 yrs even after changing my home about 8 times. but one of friends had told me an incident that had also happened with one of our teachers. it was like when she was told to sleep in the attic alone as there were many guests at her house, she had no choice. she went out there and slept with her face down. after 3 am(the our from 3-4 am at night is called the hour of ghosts as far a i have heard)she felt a heavy weight on her back pushing her into the bed. for about 15 mins she was stiff and could not move. it was as if she felt someone on her!
      in the other case was of my teacher who had shifted to nasik when she was very one of the rooms (parents bedroom)a woman had been killed and the room was haunted,this was known later. in the afternoon she had a similar experience like my friend but she forgot it. later that night her father woke up yelling out loud. when asked he said that he too had a similar experience and moreover he also saw the lady with white long hair sitting on his chest trying to strangle him and later that morning they even saw marks on his neck!!!!

      Commented by zoey — November 5, 2010 @ 4:54 pm

    44. I have story about ghost..This horror tale begins when Rahid (not her real name) was assigned to work in Taiping, Perak, Malaysia since 1980 as an officer in a government sector. At first he arrived in Taiping, Rahid quite happy when he was given a lease by the government. Right now these bungalows are not awake and somewhat obsolete by a meter tall grass and bushes around the house a bit. However Rahid indifferent because it thinks house prices are adequate to relieve him to move there. 2 storey bungalow with four rooms is located about 10 meters from the main road to enter the home page.
      At first the family lived there, no problems occur, but relatively quiet since the distance between the houses with their neighbors somewhat remote. But in the second week he was a family living there, strange things began to disturb them family. At first it was just small annoyances such as the time when the kitchen light goes on by itself at midnight. This is because the kitchen is somewhat hidden behind the shrubbery surrounded the house. Their family and just let it happen just because the flow of electricity in the house think that that is not stable, after all dilapidated houses that are unoccupied for more than 10 years. But the longer the interference received by the sound of pots creepy. Start compete among themselves in the kitchen in the early morning until the sound of women laughing scream very scary at the top of the roof. Not far from the bungalow there a mosque next to a Christian church. But what happened was when the sound azan maghrib woman crying in the back of the house and the sound of dogs barking non-stop around the house. Though there is a dog would be in the vicinity when checked by a family when the youngest child Rahid. One day, sir rahid children 5 years old crying in the middle of the night until late morning. This incident occurred during a month when his wife called to assist a teacher, the teacher has admitted that there are scary creatures on the roof of the house which caused disruption to they children. Rahid wife, Ramlah also scary experience when going to the toilet at 3 in the morning when he was suddenly startled sound like someone is running on his home page. Ramlah jerks and try to observe the sound. It is true that it was the sound of people playing on the home page. Then, Ramlah also heard the voice sounds like the boy was laughing with scream.

      Strangely … its one of those playing in the yard at 3 am? Ramlah a bit puzzled trying to embolden himself to scout out. Slowly, Ramlah reach the torch and open the little window just enough for her visit to the gaps outside. From window, Ramlah see two boys are running, rushing hither and thither while throwing objects like balls. Ramlah watching to see clearly and really surprise him when the two sides found that the boy has a tail at the back and two horns on their heads. What is more surprising is the object of thought the ball was the baby’s head is filled with blood and wounds on the face and eyes staring. Suddenly, two boys stopped playing and communicating with each other. One boy is looking toward Ramlah and show off to Ramlah. Another friend also turned and looked to Ramlah. Fearing Ramlah tried to call her husband, Rahid who was sleeping upstairs. But his tongue felt dumb but also his legs feel heavy. Ramlah then can not do anything but just stand on the edge of a hard. With explained, both the boy and suddenly in front of Ramlah. Although the situation around a bit dark, Ramlah to see clearly the way to a both of the boy because their faces right now in front of Ramlah. Their face is full of pus and smells real bad. Ramlah who was unable to do anything suddenly heard a scream from her as possible ‘Allahuakbar’ from her husband, who might recognize her awake because nothing on the side. Simultaneous with the outcry ‘Allahuakbar’, the two boys who are in front of Ramlah was lost overnight. But until the next day Rahid and the teacher who discovered his wife had their first encounter and the teacher advised them to move quickly to find another home.

      Commented by Caren Lim — June 3, 2011 @ 2:51 pm

    45. hey anyone heard or seen a ghost wearing yellow before?, cause i have seen one before, but i’ve never heard of it before

      Commented by John — June 22, 2011 @ 11:19 pm

    46. pls help, the yellow ghost i’m talking abt, its not a fake, it looked like a woman with long hair, and wearing a yellow dress, but it was a ghost, i’m really curious to know what it is, so pls help me

      Commented by John — June 23, 2011 @ 10:32 am

    47. hiiii ! i am Pontianaknesse don’t worry ! i see her everyday. she have red eyes. and usually she stay at my roof. my grandma say “she won’t interfere if you don’t disturb”

      Commented by Nazib — June 23, 2011 @ 10:42 pm

    48. r u serious?, cos i m, i saw it in pulau ubin

      Commented by john — June 24, 2011 @ 6:44 pm

    49. u mean Kuntilanak not Pontianak ._.

      Commented by Ryan — September 20, 2011 @ 6:16 pm

    50. […] I didn’t =_= But I can tell you how I look like before the haircut. I look like a distressed pontianak =P And after the haircut, I look like the younger version of me! I was over the moon! […]

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    51. I am surprised non of you guys mentioned anything about where pontianak reside. My first paranormal experience happened about 25 years ago when i was living in Penang and we moved to Australia not long after. We lived in a fairly new residential area and about two doors away from our house, there was a large property that belonged to a farmer who refused to sell his property to developers. On a far corner of his property nearest to our house which was bordered to our neighbor grew a clump of banana trees. One day our neighbor that was next to these banana trees came over and asked us if we heard a ghost crying the night before from the banana trees. But i and none of my family heard it and that got me very curious and interested. I was only 10 years old at the time and i shared a bedroom with my brother at the back of the house which was the closest to the banana trees. I estimated it would be about 15-20 metres away from my bedroom to the banana trees with our neighbor in between. Prior to this incident, as a kid i never really believed in ghosts or spirits even though my grandmother used to tell me stories about them but never mentioned anything about pontianak. Anyway as night came, i was ready to stay awake all night to hear the so called ghost crying from the banana trees. I waited and waited lying on my bed, the night was still and very quite and then it came! To my surprise and horror, the pontianak started off with a freaky sound of high pitch scream and laughter for about 15 seconds, then it suddenly changed to a baby crying and it definitely came from those banana trees. The baby kept crying and it was quite loud and distressing, then our neighbors dog started crying or howling along. This would of kept on going for at least half hour to an hour and all this time i was hiding under bed sheet all frightened and listening to it. Then all of a sudden it stopped as well as the dog and total silence descended the whole area again. Now this is the most scariest bit, about 5 minutes later, one of the banana trees came crashing down and i heard it loud and clear. After that, silence descended the whole area again for the rest of the night and morning. When i got out of bed in the morning, i quickly went outside and had a look at the banana trees and sure enough, one banana tree was snapped but not separated about 2 feet above the ground. After that the pontianak was never heard or seen again in our area and i guessed it moved on to another area. You know i remembered when i was a kid living in Penang, Malaysia, i saw many banana trees and plantations and i would always see one or two banana trees snapped from about one or two feet above the ground. I’ve always wondered what or how it happened to them or who would break them like that. Now i know.

      Commented by Rod — December 15, 2011 @ 9:46 pm

    52. Omg rod how cool

      Commented by Kez — December 16, 2011 @ 11:17 am

    53. Oh thank god i’ve moved to australia (although my old house which i still ocuppy every year for Eid-ul-Adha, is very close to the city, there’s a bit of dark forests (which will be my new neighbour’s house) sorrounding it, and kuntilanak (pontianak in malaysia) usually love those place, not to mention there’s a dead body (im not gonna scare the cr** out of you all) of a woman (i think) dropped to some kind of mudhole (selokan) and cant be pulled out, so they put the gravestone IN THAT SPOT just a couple of miles from my housei just hope it doesnt become into you know what

      In australia however, the ghosts arent as scary as the ones in asia, zombies, vampires etc, im not adfraid of them but floating ghosts? Well…maybe a little

      Commented by Tintinlover101 — January 1, 2012 @ 5:57 pm

    54. Hi i am Azlan i live in Singapore I encountered the Pontianak in malacca I went to a hotel which is in malacca that I won’t mention(sorry private)anyway it was night time I
      Keep hearing knocks on the window I was so scared but I fell asleep.and the next day I told my family what happened my mother said It was the air con as it was that night we on the Surah to ward of the Pontianak but back home I heard my mom say to my sister that my nephew saw three Pontianak when he slide the curtain window guess what he saw two young pontianak sitting on the car and one knocking the mother says maybe my nephew has a third eye.

      Commented by Mohd azlan — January 2, 2012 @ 5:19 pm

    55. you know You should not be sacred of pontianak you can ward off her by keeping sharp objects like nail,knife,scissors or you can be brave when you are in front of her and scold her she will be scared and fly away,or you can read your prayers whether you are Muslim,Christian,Buddhist,Taoist,catholic or will still scare her off although she is a malay spirit.remember do not be scared we must be brave and show her we are stronger than her.

      Commented by Mohd azlan — January 2, 2012 @ 5:30 pm

    56. I guess she’s more scared of us than we are of her huh?

      Commented by Tintinlover101 — January 4, 2012 @ 6:49 pm

    57. now im afraid to sleep…..(-_-“)…great

      Commented by Daniel — February 14, 2012 @ 8:03 pm

    58. well i have my own share of scary story… i think i was in 8 grade when my family and i took a vacation at my mom’s province in aklan, philippines. my first night is ok.. although as a child i ive heard stories about aswangs like tianak, manananggal , kapre , tikbalang etc. but i never thought that i could see and experience seeing one. i was sick on the 3rd night of our stay there. i went to bed early and my fever is too high. i woke up around 3-4am and i was looking to the window when i saw a pair of eyes staring straight at me. What is scary the pupil is red and its body is black.. I thought i was having a nightmare but its true. we are looking to each other. so what i did i close my eyes and hide under the bed sheets.

      Commented by jeca — March 27, 2012 @ 5:14 am

    59. As a Mat Salleh who used to live in wretched Singapore – and like my late-aba, I was skeptical about such Pontianak stories, until my late-aba told me this one:

      He used to know a Bomoh, who has a beautiful Malay wife, and she has a nail embedded on the top of her head, and he had even shown this to my late-aba.

      My late-aba had bought a piece of land at Bukit Timah seven-and-a-half-kilometres in the 1950s, and had built a wooden house and a barn on it, and had planted many fruit trees, including banana trees, and he had also laid some vegetable lots and chicken pens.

      On many nights, my late-aba had heard the laughter, cries and shrieks of a Pontianak, that dwell in the forested areas of Bukit Timah, and this Pontianak was attracted to the banana trees that he had planted, and had visited this area near his wooden house, and after he had encountered “IT” on several occasions, my late-aba had engaged this same Bomoh to “cleanse” his residential property in Singapore.

      During the rituals conducted by this Bomoh, the Pontianak had laughed and cried out these words, which had always haunted my late-aba when he was alive – Bomoh, Bomoh, Saya tak takut lah! – that was repeated several times until the Bomoh used his “barang-barang” to fight this Pontianak.

      My late-aba had continued to encounter this Pontianak after this “successful ritual” – but this time, whenever my late-aba encountered “IT” – this Pontianak will cry and murmur these words in fear – “Encik, Encik, – Tolong, Tolong, Saya takut lah!”

      The Bomoh had given my late-aba several weapons as a precaution after the ritual, just in case “IT” appears again – and these are a kris, a long nail that has an amulet on it, and blessed salt, dried chilli and dried black pepper seeds (that are replenished from time to time by the Bomoh) that are used to sprinkle around our residential property at Bukit Timah.

      And one more thing, I had also encountered a Thai version of the Pontianak known as a “Maenak” a long time ago – when I had also built a small modern farm in a rural area in northern Thailand.
      So what really are these – Pontianaks, Maenaks, Tianaks, Kuntilanaks!?
      Are they spirits, ghosts or demons!?

      True Short Pontianak Story by ML – April 20th 2012 @ 3 am – in Denmark

      Commented by Michael Leon — April 20, 2012 @ 9:01 am

    60. real zombie pontianak found in the spooky cemetery at an old haunted house, don’t be afraid of the wierd ghost.

      Commented by eddikl — May 10, 2012 @ 8:47 pm

    61. i am in truthly listen and see the devils talks something story that’s time i feel ver

      Commented by raju — August 29, 2012 @ 2:38 am

    62. i’ve been told by a bomoh that a family of pontianak are following me. lately i’ve dreamt of a crying baby been abandoned in the bushes nearby my house. at nite, the dogs always howled together once a while. my skin started to have red rashes in pairs. looks like a vampire bite mostly on hands, neck n legs. i started to smell a very pungent smell last nite. i dun believe the bomoh..but i got a feeling that something is not right somewhere.

      Commented by alice — October 14, 2012 @ 5:47 pm

    63. Alice, next time, keep a knife ir a sharp object under ur pillow when u sleep, n carry a knife or sharp object with u wherever u go, just an advice

      Commented by John — October 15, 2012 @ 6:31 am

    64. John, 2 nights ago i heard the is hollow as though in a tunnel n i just freaked out, left everytihng i was doing n get my baby to the altar n pray. then the stinky smell follow.

      Commented by alice — October 18, 2012 @ 9:31 am

    65. Pontianak is a city in west Kalimantan or Borneo.thestory begin with sultan syarif alkadrie.which its the very first king in pontianak.when he was arrive at pontianak there are lot of pontianak (ghost) and he use canon to scare them away.that is why the city called pontianak because the city is full of pontianak at first.and kuntilanak is the other name of pontianak in Javanese language

      Commented by arif — October 22, 2012 @ 7:35 am

    66. Rasa Sayang

      I had been drinking at this tourist entertainment haven @ Orchard Road late at night and alone – when I picked up the scent of the fragrance of ‘frangipani’ in the air.

      From afar, and right in front of me, I saw the figure of a Malay woman with long ‘haywire and untidy’ hairdo and old and ‘worn-out’ traditional Malay garb walking slowly towards me.

      Visibility was poor as it was quite dark, but when she came closer to me, I could see that she had transformed into a beautiful and attractive woman in a more neat and tidy traditional Malay attire known as sarong kebaya.

      I sat up straight, and still smoking the Marlboro I had lit sometime ago – she sat at the table next to me, and the enchantress began to seduce me, blowing soft kisses and stroking her batik handkerchief in her hand, whilst making advances to nail me – dead!

      I wasn’t afraid, and rejected her company for the evening, knowing what she really was, and she turned around and walked back the same way she had confronted me, and turned back to stare at me – but she was different, with long ‘haywire and untidy’ hairdo and old and ‘worn-out’ traditional Malay garb – with a very sinister, evil and haggard look.

      When she bared her crooked fangs and lashed out at me, I realised that I was right – she was a lang-suir, with a story to tell (though I will spare all the pleasantries) – and she continued her horrible and terrible charade to ‘shock’ me until she had enough, but warned me that she had spared me for certain reasons that I had already known.

      I am a Mat Salleh!

      ML in Denmark
      CPR Nr. 011063-3653

      Commented by Michael Leon — November 23, 2012 @ 2:57 pm

    67. Rasa Sayang
      I had been drinking beer at this tourist entertainment haven @ Orchard Road late at night and all alone – when I picked up the scent of the fragrance of ‘frangipani’ in the air.
      From afar, and right in front of me, I saw the figure of a Malay woman with long ‘haywire and untidy’ hairdo and old and ‘worn-out’ traditional Malay garb walking slowly towards me.
      Visibility was poor as it was quite dark, but when she came closer to me, I could see that she had transformed into a beautiful and attractive woman in a more neat and tidy traditional Malay attire known as sarong kebaya.
      I sat up straight, and still smoking the Marlboro I had lit sometime ago – she sat at the table next to me, and the enchantress began to seduce me, blowing soft kisses and stroking her batik handkerchief in her hand, whilst making advances to nail me – dead!
      I wasn’t afraid, and rejected her company for the evening, knowing what she really was, and she turned around and walked back the same way she had confronted me, and turned back to stare at me – but she was different, with long ‘haywire and untidy’ hairdo and old and ‘worn-out’ traditional Malay garb – with a very sinister, evil and haggard look.
      When she bared her crooked fangs and lashed out at me, I realised that I was right – she was a lang-suir, with a story to tell (though I will spare all the unpleasantries) – and she continued her horrible and terrible charade to ‘shock’ me until she had enough, but warned me that she had spared me for certain reasons that I had already known.
      I am a Mat Salleh!
      ML in Denmark
      CPR Nr. 011063-3653

      Commented by Michael Leon — December 2, 2012 @ 12:11 pm

    68. this is Kuntilanak, its asian ghost.. One of Jins Race that mostly of them is Women.. First, the race was originally called Kuntil tana. It doesn mean anything, they are just women Jin, they can be tall, short, beauty, ugly.. And they love to giggle.. it sound like a small chicken or mice. They love to live on big Shrouded tree, or group of Bamboos tree. As much as nymph on western mythology, they love to seduce or bully human males. Well, Pontianak is one of Indonesian province. The land is originally base of Kuntil Tana, but human conquered it and have a pact long time ago w/ kuntil tana. That is the urban story of my country (Indonesia).

      Commented by ebrin — December 10, 2012 @ 4:04 pm

    69. what 65. arif says, its true

      Commented by ebrin — December 10, 2012 @ 4:07 pm

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