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Intro. That night it rained slowly soaking the quiet village streets. At the end of the alley, stood an old house that had been empty for a long time. The paint peels off, the windows are cracked, and the doors are always creaking even when there is no wind. Local residents said the place was haunted. He said, there is a long-haired woman who is often seen standing behind a shabby curtain. His name was never really known. They just call it kuntilanak. But unlike the creepy stories that are circulating, the figure is actually just a lonely soul. Trapped in silence, he spent his nights in an old house, waiting for someone who never came. His crying sometimes sounded like a whisper of the wind. And tonight, for the first time in a very long time... Someone came. I, a high school student who was desperate to do the test of guts alone, stepped into the yard of the house. My heart was pounding, not just because of fear... but also out of curiosity. When the old door opened the door

Kuntilanak

@Rob