Momo Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Mortava stood besides her looking at the life clouds, clouds of floating visions that revealed the lives of mortals below, calmly offering her thoughts. Despite her calmness she was worried. Moments earlier she had seen a terrible vision, of wailing and panic in Zombie Kingdom and it scared her. She had come to tell her mother about it but seeing the Moon Goddess' worried face, she decided to leave it for another time. That delay proved very dangerous.

“Have the spirits been captured yet?” Luna Meria was horrified. “What spirits?!” Luna Sandra’s tone became mysterious. “There are spirits in this place! You don’t know. Every day, they crawl out to threaten me, especially at midnight. They have long tongues, red eyes, black hair, and they wear white clothes. They are the five mothers, the five mothers! They come to claim my life! It must be them! No, it could also be the third lady... Yes, it’s them!”

He was telling me not to be afraid. The car drove for a long time. The tape over my mouth was ripped off, but my wrists stayed bound. The man next to me kept playing on his phone. He suddenly let out a laugh. “Your mom’s something else. Her husband gets kidnapped, and she is still walking the red carpet.” He held up his phone and showed me. On the screen, my mother wore a haute couture dress. She held Sean’s arm and smiled at the cameras. The headline read: Everdusk Group’s Tenth Anniversary Gala — CEO Appears With Partner, Still Deeply in Love

He kept moving closer, then I stepped back along side down to the dining room. I reached for the little fruit knife on the table, then mum held me up as I was about to stab him. And now, he was gone. "Where is he? He need to die by my hands mum, and he just run off because he is scared of me." "No one was here Ai, it is your hallucination just again." Mum let go of the hand. She pressed her palm on my cheek in a verge of tears. "Mum! The same thing that – that fuck neurologist said. I hate to hear that I am mad mum because I am not." I paced down to the living room as I ran my finger over my hair.

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

“You know kids stop being afraid when they are like 7.” “My growth sprout is different!” Marcus said in a pissed tone. “Okay kids! Enough with the embarrassing stories ” Diane’s mom walked in, she had an apron tied around her waist and was wearing a bright smile. “Mom we were just getting to the best part!” Diane added. “Remember captain Momo!” Her mom raised a brow and I looked at her, “how could I forget Marcus and how you guys scared him with the captain Momo story then pretended to be captain Momo at night.”

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

I was in the wrong game? This was a horror game, not an otome romance? In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.

If I had to guess, they probably didn’t get very many visitors down here. “Usss too.” It said back to me, and I swore I could hear a hint of sadness in the piercing voice. The answer left me confused, and even more shaken than I already was. These were the beings my village told ghost stories about. Horrible, malformed, and endlessly vicious creatures that had tried to kill their own mothers. They were the things that went bump in the night, and attacked without a second thought. What would they have to be scared of?