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"Children...."

There was no answer.

"Children, can you hear me. Come and eat children. It's dinner time," their mother called out to Veron, Sarah and Raymond.

The children had always resented it whenever she interrupted in the middle of a game.

"Mum, we'll be in soon." Veron, the eldest said.

However, the children soon went in because their mother had started to scream. Not wanting to antagonise her further, they realised that the best option to listen to their mother.

Dinner, was a short one. Immediately after dinner, they had to do their homework. Once homework was done, their mother made them wash up before sending them all to bed.

It was a cold night. The darkness outside the window seemed to engulf all the trees. There was a slight breeze and they could hear leaves rustling on the trees outside. The night sounds were scarier than usual.

Unable to sleep, they started to chat inside their room. Three of them would sleep in one room, while their parents slept in the bedroom next door. Therefore, they would whisper to one another, just so they would not wake their parents up.

Glancing at the clock, it was past midnight. They were surprised that they could not sleep.

Suddenly, Sarah, the youngest sister asked, "You hear that?"

"Hear what? You want to scare us, is it?" Veron asked. He was the oldest child in the family.

"No, I think I heard something at the window," she said and stared at the window, covered by a pretty blue floral curtain.

"There is nothing there." Raymond reprimanded her sister. "It's not funny, alright?"

"Yes, there was. I heard something. I'm not lying." Adamant, Sarah insisted that she had heard  something outside the window.

Veron walked to the window, and pull the curtain back. "You don't believe me? See, nothing's there..."

Suddenly, Veron paled. Raymond saw that and ran to the windows. He saw the pontianak too.

Something flew past the window, a woman dressed in a long flowing gown. Against the bright moonlight, it looked transluscent. Veron could not make out any body shape except for the flowing gown. Terrified, he started to scream.

As if she knew their fears, the pontianak came near the window. Soon all three were screaming at the top of their lungs, bringing their flustered parents into the room.

"Ma, Ma! Pontianak!" The children pointed towards the window.

"Don't be silly."

"We saw it mom, we did," Veron said. "She was dressed in white, and she's outside the window now.

"I don't believe you. You children read too many ghost stories. It's late anyway, so go to sleep."

"We are scared mom. If you don't believe us, why don't you look out the window."

"There is nothing out there, children." Their dad supported their mother.

"Yes, there is nothing out. If it makes you happy, I'll take a peek outside, OK?"

Lifting the curtain, the children's mother took a peek out of window. The mother's face paled, and she screamed.

"Dear... are you alright? What is it dear?" The father asked,shocked.

"Close the window. Quick. pull the curtain. Faster."

"Why?"

"Just do it!" The mother insisted.

The father immediately did as told and then went towards the mother.

"She's at the tree. She's perched on the tree, watching us. Oh my god..." Their mother was almost hysterical. "I think she can hear us."

The shadow against the curtains grew larger, as the pontianak approached.

"We have to get help..." But it was too late.

Laughter filled the room, as the glass window shattered into the room. The family could only watch in horror as the pontianak entered. lamb.gif (1984 bytes)