Momo Creepy Novels & Stories

Then the footage cut to a different set of records, showing 49,800 dollars transferred from Dad's bank account into Mom's personal account every single month, like clockwork. The color started draining from Uncle Keith's face. Before the screen went dark, a phone recording played through the speakers, every single word ringing out crystal clear. "That lunatic, what does he have going for him besides money? If it weren't for the company, I wouldn't give him the time of day. "He actually thinks he's some kind of big shot? He's nothing but a walking ATM that I've been playing like a fiddle." Every sentence was Mom, tearing Dad to shreds behind his back.

Mom said to David. David seemed to have heard Mom's thoughts as well. He lowered his head and said, "Sorry, Selena. I was just worried about you. What if you really can't find a job?" Mom then turned to comfort me. "Don't listen to David. Even if you can't find work, we'll take care of you. I'm heading to the supermarket now. "The vegetables are discounted at this hour. I have to snatch with a bunch of old people, but at least things are cheaper."

GOOD MORNING, MUMMY! “Don’t call me that right now.” She whispered sharply. Matteo tapped his tablet. WE HAVE NEW MORNING CONTENT. Daniela froze. “No.” Leo slid the tablet across the table. It was a slideshow. A slideshow titled: “DADDY & MUMMY: THE BED CHRONICLES — Episode 1” She grabbed the tablet so fast she nearly snapped it. “DELETE THIS RIGHT NOW!” Rocco leaned back smugly. IT'S ALREADY BACKED UP ON ALL OUR PHONES.

Xavier asks, looking at his Mommy who seems restless since then. "I'm okay, why do you ask?" Lucrecia asks her son back who is standing in her right side. "You look uneasy after meeting that stranger," Xavier conveys his anxiety. Lucrecia grabs her son with her right hand, then holding him. "Actually, he is ... Em..." Lucrecia's hesitant to disclose what in her mind is. "Actually, he is ... Em..." "Mommy, was that man wicked?" Xavier's cutting her words while looking at her.

Dad asked if I had enough pocket money and told me to let him know if I needed more. Still shaken by what had just happened, I wasn't in the mood to talk. I gave a few half-hearted responses and went quiet. Mom came out with the soup. As she set a small bowl in front of me—maybe it was just my imagination—she looked up and gave me a creepy smile. A jolt of fear shot through me. My right hand twitched, and the spoon slipped from my grip, hitting the marble tabletop with a loud, sharp clang. Mom and Dad turned to stare at me.

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

"It's an honor for me to be working as Haley's assistant." After saying this, she walked up to the manager's office and knocked on the door. “Knock! knock!”. "Coward!" Mia exclaimed disdainfully, "Even with a master's degree from overseas, you don't even know how to fight for your own rights!" Just then, Eva pushed open the door to the manager's office, and Haley heard that sentence clearly. She peeked through the crack of the door and saw Mia Moore, who was dressed unusually compared to others. Why did this person feel familiar?