The Cry of the Pontianak

They say if you ever hear a woman crying near a palm tree at night… don’t look.

Because it might be the Pontianak — the spirit born from betrayal.

Her story begins with pain. A young woman, betrayed by the man she loved while

carrying his child. She died during childbirth, abandoned and heartbroken. But death couldn’t

silence her. Her soul rose again — twisted by sorrow, consumed by rage. Now,

she roams the night as a pale woman with long black hair, her beauty hiding

the horror beneath. She appears to lonely travelers under the moonlight, softly calling for

help… until they come close enough to see her face. Then,