Two men wrap the boy within a white shroud and loop a red cord around his neck. Hushed onlookers draw closer. The shroud is knotted at the crown of the boy's head - the mark of the pocong.
Pocong is a kind of ghost.
Legend says pocong rises from the dead 40 days after being buried, if the death shroud is still too tightly wrapped around it. After burial, the corpse and the shroud should naturally degrade, allowing the soul to escape. If, however, the bonds remain fast, the trapped soul becomes pocong; leaping up from the grave, urging the living to loosen the binds and set the soul free. As the shroud encases the legs as well, pocong moves by jumping.
Bound tightly, the boy is laid stiffly within a crude black tent. The crowd form a loose circle around the tent.
Suddenly one of the captors breathes a furious train of fire.
He snatches up a long whip and cracks it against the black tent. The tent collapses and reveals...nothing. The red cord lies limp: the white shroud crumpled. The crowd gasp. The boy has disappeared.