Momo Horror Stories Novels & Stories

She mostly stared blankly at her computer screen and wrote letters to her mom in her big diary. One of such letters read: Hello mom, your daughter is thirteen already. Where's the gift you promised her? You never promised to gift her your dead body, so why are you not here? Why are you silent? Why's your phone number out of coverage? Why are you not replying your emails? Why are you not calling or texting her? Where are you? Are you in heaven? If yes, why so soon? You told your daughter you were going to Australia but why change your mind? You promised to come two weeks ago but you're still not here? Where are you? Are you even listening? Did you get stabbed by someone? Is your heart still b

I looked over to my right, studying her carefully. “I don't tell a lot of people this, but my mum is an alcoholic,” she started. “Well, what I know of my mum, that is. She had never made the right choices. She was a foreseer, like you are, but her father passed away when she was a teenager and she just gave her life to a bottle.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

I switch off the lights for extra measure. “So this happened when my mom was 17 years old. One day, she and four of her friends were having a sleepover when they decided to tell ghost stories. So, my mom was narrating a story about a doll that is a medium for dead spirits. People would often call their dead relatives and talk to them. And if you want to call the doll, you have to hold hands and chant, ‘Suzie, please come,’ three times. People named the doll Suzie,” I speed dial, Reed.

“Maybe killing too quickly got boring. He probably wants to try a new game this time. These players might end up dying worse than the others.” “The boss has such an insane presence. You can tell he’s ridiculously handsome even through the mask!” “Stop simping already. That’s a literal psychopath! He’s the cruelest and most ruthless boss in the entire game!” … Once we hid inside one of the guest rooms, everyone finally let out a breath of relief. The skinny guy looked guilty. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold it in back there and almost got you all killed.” I patted his shoulder to comfort him. “Horror games are a survival hell. It’s not your fault. But from now on, we need to focus on finding clue

Even though she felt like her body was broken, she forced herself to move. She first looked for Lily and went to the indoor playground. It was huge. As she searched, she noticed a head behind a large sofa. Carefully, she approached, thinking it was Lily, and lightly tapped it, but she almost jumped out of her skin when it suddenly turned toward her. It wasn’t Lily. It was a human-size doll, an exact replica of Annabelle from a horror movie. Terrified, she screamed and sat down on the foam flooring, her whole body trembling.

Sheila was terrified at Soraia's desperation as she rubbed the phoenix on her arm. Outside wolves and vampires looked stunned at the tent, but didn't dare go there. -Mom, what's wrong with her? - asked a sleepy little girl, hugging her mother, who stroked her back while saying nothing. She didn't even know what to say, since she had no idea what was going on with that vampire girl.

"There are lots of rooms in there, each with its own... 'occupant.' You need to pick a place to stay, then figure out how to survive their welcome for ten days." Everyone started heading for the manor. I followed behind, without noticing glowing comments floating in the air above us. 【Livestream Viewers: 233,847】 【Comment 1: lol more newbies here to die】 【Comment 2: a face-blind girl in a horror game? she won't even see it coming lmao】 【Comment 3: Sensory deficiencies in an S-class game is suicide】 【Comment 4: wait, i've heard of this game. even the legendary guild leader of Nightfall got his whole team wiped out here】

The red-haired player was completely panicking, shouting nonstop, "Help me! Hurry!" By the time Silvia and the other girl tried to reach him, it was too late. Ximena's hair turned into sharp blades and pierced through his entire body. He was riddled with holes in an instant. That wig was terrifying! This petite ghost bride was absolutely vicious, chasing Silvia and the short-haired girl all over the room. Meanwhile, I stayed in the coffin, watching the chaos unfold. Suddenly, Silvia stopped and turned to stare straight at Ximena. Ximena's speed began to slow.

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.