Momo Horror Stories Novels & Stories

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

V : I don't know what is happening in my surroundings like something bad is going to happen, after Mumma started telling her story I just want to talk to my grandparents and ask why they forced Mumma to get married at a such young age forcing her by their life and I can understand that friend of muma is not a friend but backstabber who was just jealous of muma that I know about Mumma expression...... after hearing papa and muma last night I know someone is coming back to destroy our happiness mum's scared face always says that the mysterious person is very dangerous but why this feeling of fright is coming back and why does this feeling seem to be familiar to me ...

Silence descended upon the room, leaving only the sounds of William's sobbing. A long time passed before Gloria asked, "Who beat you?" "Henry," William answered. "When?" she asked. "Half an hour ago." William couldn't shake the feeling that Gloria was acting strangely that day. "Do you know where the other Moms are? Can you come back home soon? I'm so scared." Gloria massaged her brow as she listened to his teary voice. "Henry's dead, William."

Pinned at the very top is a glaring red warning from the Dorm Manager: [URGENT: BLOOD MOON EVENT. [Power grids disabled due to severe magnetic interference.] [WARNING: During the Blood Moon, all Dark Creatures and students in the Evil Factions are STRICTLY FORBIDDEN from leaving their rooms.]

Gosh, I am so boring. “So what is the plan then?” I inquire. “The building has more than one elevator,” She says at the same time that I hear a ‘ding’. She’s right, another elevator just became available and now we are walking towards it. A small group of people exits it and they all watch me cautiously as they do. The way everyone stares at me, makes me feel as if I am a terrorist. “Mom, she’s a werewolf,” A demon child says to her mom in fear. The mother pulls her daughter closer to her as they walk away quickly.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

*Rowan* The underground room wasn’t new. It had held men more dangerous than the prince weeping into the iron chair tonight. It had heard confessions in many languages. It had smelled of blood since before I wore a suit instead of a street rat’s jacket. Tonight, it smelled of fear; sweet, youthful, entitled fear. Momo leaned against the wall by the rusted pipes, rolling a blade between his fingers like a schoolboy with a toy. He hummed under his breath, a gutter lullaby that always made grown men piss themselves when they realized what came after.

While munching, she asked me, “Which movie will you like to watch, Ashy?” I excitedly declared, “I wanna watch a horror movie, Mom. Can we watch the zombie one?” “Never!” Mom instantly replied, “You will not be able to sleep at night then.” “Nooo! Mommy, please. I am a big man now.” “Still no!”