"I shouldn't have trusted him"

[INDONESIA URBAN LEGENDS]

ᕙ CW : MENTION OF SA, MURDER, BLACKMAILᕗ

🕊️ DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT🕊️

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☬ KUNTILANAK ORIGIN ☬

The Kuntilanak is a well-known ghost in Indonesian folklore, believed to be the restless spirit of a woman who died during childbirth or, in many tales, after suffering a miscarriage. She bears similarities to the Sundel Bolong, another female ghost, but unlike the Sundel Bolong—who has a gaping hole in her back—the Kuntilanak's form is whole, though no less terrifying.

She is most often associated with vengeance, targeting lustful, immoral, or spiritually weak men. In many stories, she seduces her victims, only to kill them after intercourse—draining their blood like a vampire, or eviscerating them with her razor-sharp nails. Some versions suggest that Kuntilanak are the spirits of women who were raped and murdered while pregnant, their death fueling a rage that binds them to the mortal world.

According to Wikipedia and various cultural accounts, the Kuntilanak is described as a pale-skinned woman with unnaturally long black hair, sharp nails like daggers, and a voice that pierces the silence with high-pitched laughter. That laugh is her signature omen—if it sounds far away, she is near. If it rings close, she might still be distant... or watching.

She has a taste for internal organs and is known to kidnap children, a sinister act often tied to her own death in childbirth. Her presence haunts forests, abandoned houses, and places where her soul once knew pain.

☬ RATIH BACKSTORY ☬

Ratih Ayu Prameswari was a kind-hearted, soft-spoken girl raised in a modest household in East Java. Known for her gentle demeanor and warm smile, she grew up helping her widowed mother while pursuing her studies. At 19, she earned a scholarship to a university in Malang, where she majored in early childhood education.

Ratih moved into a small rented kos-kosan (boarding house) near her campus. It was in this environment that she became close friends with a fellow student: Aditya Fajar Wiratama, a third-year law student with a charismatic smile and a reputation for being helpful and charming.

They met during university orientation. Aditya helped Ratih adjust to campus life, offered her notes, and even walked her home when it got dark. Ratih trusted him implicitly. To others, they seemed like a potential couple—but to Ratih, he was just a safe space in an unfamiliar city.

But Aditya wasn’t what he seemed.

Behind his good looks and clever words, Aditya was manipulative, possessive, and emotionally unstable. He often made subtle remarks about Ratih's appearance, called her late at night, and grew aggressive when she didn't reply fast enough. But Ratih, ever polite, brushed it off—believing he was simply overprotective.

One night, after a group study session, Aditya insisted on walking her back to her room. As rain poured outside and the other housemates were away for the weekend, he overstayed his welcome. What began as awkward flirting quickly turned into a violent assault.

Ratih tried to fight back. She bit his shoulder, scratched his face—but Aditya overpowered her. He raped her in her own room. When it was over, he left her crying on the floor and swore her to silence, threatening to ruin her reputation and destroy her scholarship.

Ratih told no one. Not even her mother. Not even her closest friend.

Two months later, she found out she was pregnant.

When Ratih finally confronted Aditya, hoping he would at least help or take responsibility, he panicked. In his eyes, the pregnancy was a threat—to his image, his future, and his family’s standing. So he made a cold decision.

He invited her to a “peaceful talk” on July 3rd. He picked her up by motorcycle and drove her out to Gunung Kembar Forest—claiming he wanted to “clear their minds in nature.” There, far from civilization, he strangled her with his own hoodie string.

She fought, begged, cried. But he didn’t stop.

After she stopped breathing, Aditya buried her shallowly beneath a tree and left her phone smashed near a stream to throw off suspicion.

He returned to campus like nothing happened. When Ratih was reported missing, he cried at the vigil, even helped hang missing posters.

But he didn’t know one thing:

Ratih never left that forest.

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Note : All Location, Stories, and Campus name is not real, its all fictional.