My ghost experiences was happening at Central Borneo, Indonesia. I was native in Borneo as we are called Dayak people. This experience happen when my age was 15 years old, when we move to our new house in Kuala Kurun Central Borneo.
I have older brother he is already 17 years old. When we move out to our new house day is already near dark and we just half finish in unload our belonging from truck to our new house and because our parent still busy unload our belonging to our new house, we became bored. Without our parent permission we go to river near a forest nearby searching for any frog to use as toy and to eat.
When we have fun collecting frog suddenly my older brother freeze. His eye look deep into the forest, and suddenly my older brother said to us to be silence because he heard some sound from forest. The sound heard like a whistle, but it too deep, too serene, and no one can do whistle as long as we heard, it's too long. Suddenly I feel chill in my body, and not long after that some light emanating from forest. It was a woman head flying with intestines without lower body, what we Dayak people called hantu kuyang.
Me and my brother tremble with fear looking at kuyang, glowing with blood dripping from its intestines, seem fly toward us. And my brother, alarmed with that sight pull my hand, "run" he said, and me not need to tell again run with my entire might toward our house. We run without looking back, because we know if kuyang catch us who knows what happen to us.
Lucky our parent still outside the house unloading the stuff to new house. And our father, watching run like crazy and after he see ghostly light after us, as fast as he can, father grab his fish spear while my mother run inside the house to take mandau blade and 2 other people who help my parent unload stuff go taking stone and knife, and starting to throw rock to the light and immediately ask us to hide behind them.
Me and my brother watch in shiver as kuyang hover high above our house, watching at us with its intestines dripping in blood flying high around us. Our parent and other with all their might throw rock to the abomination as my father chant some prayer in old Dayak language as it hover high above us. Around half hour at last the ghost seem to disappear, and after my father sure the ghost really is gone we go inside house and lock any window and door.
We sure never walk to that place again, it still scare me and my brother to this day.