As the clock struck Midnight , Ethan and Sari made their way to the abandoned hotel, a foreboding structure that loomed in the twilight. Sari, her voice trembling, recounted everything they would need for their daring rescue mission. "We must have the ashes and salt to ward off the spirit," she insisted, her eyes wide with fear. "And I have my talisman; it protected me from the Sundel Bolong when it tried to grab me. Don't forget the bay leaves and sage to burn. They'll help keep the spirit at bay." With their supplies gathered, they steeled themselves and headed toward the hotel, the weight of their task heavy on their shoulders.
As they approached the entrance, darkness enveloped them. Sari hesitated, glancing back at the safety of the street. "Ethan, maybe we should just call the police or find a religious leader. This is insane!" she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. But Ethan shook his head, determination etched on his face. "No, that won't help us. It could put more people in danger. We have to do this ourselves." He strapped a camera to his waist and another to his forehead, ready to document their harrowing journey. "If we survive, we can share this on the streaming site and gain a lot of fans," he said, trying to inject some humor into the terrifying situation.
The moment they stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind them with a deafening bang, sending a jolt of fear through Sari. The air was thick with dust and dread as they climbed the creaking stairs, Sari staying close, her heart racing. "Ethan, I can't take much more of this. I need a break," she gasped, exhaustion creeping in. He nodded, understanding the weight of fear pressing down on her, and they paused to rest on the stairs. But just as they caught their breath, a loud cracking echoed from below, and the stairs began to crumble, sealing their fate. They had no choice but to press on to the 13th floor, knowing that the 10th floor was rumored to be a horrifying realm filled with terrifying creatures.
As they reached the 10th floor, a chilling presence enveloped them. Suddenly, from the shadows, a Kuntilanak emerged, its long hair flowing like a dark river, its eyes glowing with malice. It lunged at them, shrieking, "You think you can escape? I will make you scream until your voice is gone, and then I'll tear you apart bit by bit, I will turn you inside out and wear you like an armor,and no one will stop me!" It laughed menacingly . Filled with crippling fear Sari screamed, "No! Please!" as the creature's elongated hands headed straight for her. In a split second, Ethan sprang into action, pulling Sari away just as the Kuntilanak's claws swiped through the air, narrowly missing them.
But the creature was fast, and in a swift motion, it grabbed Sari and struck Ethan, sending him crashing against the wall and he fell straight to the ground. Pain shot through him as hands materialized from the wall, gripping him tightly, scratching the lens of his camera. Panic surged within him, but he fought against the grasp, breaking free from one hand's hold. Reaching for his talisman, he clutched it tightly, the symbol of protection glowing faintly in the dim light. The hands quickly retracted back into the walls faster than they had appeared. With renewed determination, he rushed toward the spirit holding Sari captive.
"Get away from her!" he shouted, plunging the talisman into the creature's back. It howled in agony, the sound echoing through the empty halls. Ethan pressed harder, driving the talisman deeper, tearing through the spirit's ethereal form until it erupted in a shower of dark blood, pooling around them. The room filled with the stench of decay, and as the Kuntilanak disintegrated, Ethan turned to Sari, breathless but resolute. "We need to keep moving," he urged.
Ethan grabbed Sari by her trembling hand, their hearts racing as they sprinted towards the stairs leading to the 11th floor. The dim light flickered ominously above them, casting long shadows that seemed to reach out in warning. As they ascended, the stairs unexpectedly flattened into a ramp, slick and treacherous. Before they could react, they lost their footing and tumbled backward, crashing down with a thud.
As they regained their senses, they turned to see the spot where the Kuntilanak had disintegrated into a pool of blood. The viscous liquid began to bubble and swirl, taking shape once more. The figure that emerged was a grotesque mockery of its former self—emaciated and zombie-like, its skin stretched taut over its bones, giving it an eerie, skeletal appearance. It staggered towards them, each step heavy and deliberate, as if savoring their fear.
Frozen in terror, Ethan and Sari could only watch as the creature lunged forward, claws glinting in the dim light. Sari, clutching her talisman tightly, instinctively raised it to ward off the impending attack. But in a swift, brutal motion, the Kuntilanak knocked the talisman from her grasp, sending it clattering across the floor. As Sari fell to the ground, a shadow darker than the night itself surged forward, seizing her and dragging her into the depths of darkness. Her screams echoed hauntingly, a desperate plea that pierced the air.
Ethan's heart raced as the Kuntilanak turned its attention to him, swinging its claws with a ferocity that made him flinch. He ducked and dodged, narrowly escaping the deadly strikes. In a moment of clarity, he spotted Sari's talisman on the ground and lunged for it, snatching it up just as the creature charged again.
With the talisman in one hand and Sari's in the other, he felt a surge of determination. But as he turned to run, the creature grew, towering to an imposing 8 feet, its eyes glinting with malice. Panic surged through him, and in his haste, he tripped over a loose tile, crashing to the ground. The creature loomed over him, its voice a chilling whisper, "I will enjoy ending you, colonizer!"
In that moment of despair, something ignited within Ethan. He clutched the talismans tightly, his resolve hardening. As the creature bent down to seize him, he thrust the talismans into the sides of its head with all his might. The Kuntilanak screamed in agony, its body convulsing as it lifted him off the ground. But Ethan held on, refusing to let go. With each passing second, he felt the creature's strength waning, its form beginning to disintegrate around him.
"Fuck you, Ethan!" it shrieked, a final cry of rage and pain, before collapsing to the ground, its body flat against the floor. Blood pooled around it, dark and viscous, flowing toward Ethan as he closed his eyes, keeping the talismans lodged firmly in its head. He felt the weight of its death, the finality of their struggle, and when he was sure it had perished, he kicked it away, the echo of his heartbeat drowning out the world around him.
The creature then burst into a pool of blood that flew everywhere, staining the walls and Ethan himself, including the lenses of his camera. The metallic scent filled the air, overwhelming him for a moment. He stood up, wiping the blood off his face and eyes, his heart racing as adrenaline surged through him. With quick movements, he changed the lenses of the cameras strapped to his waist and forehead, determined to capture every horrifying moment.
Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and approached the steep ramp leading to the 11th floor. The railings felt slick under his grip, but he used them to brace himself, careful not to lose his footing. Each step echoed in the silence, the remnants of the encounter still fresh in his mind, fueling his urgency to uncover what lay ahead. The darkness loomed, and he knew he had to be ready for whatever horrors awaited him.