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My Son Did the Momo Challenge

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I appeared on the telephone.  I waited for the textual content to return again.  It was perhaps about ten, fifteen minutes.

That hideous face popped up on the display, with the reply.

“You didn’t do the final process I requested of you.  Now, there might be penalties.”

The final activity was carried out, truly, however not by me.  The telephone I used to be holding was not mine.  It was my son’s.  I needed some solutions, one thing that may assist me get by way of what had occurred.  I wanted to know the reality.

I needed to know what made my son kill himself.

I had thought him being secretive was simply because he was a young person.  I remembered once I was a child, I attempted to cover issues from my household, issues I used to be embarrassed of.  However I by no means anticipated to stroll into the toilet to seek out him collapsed on the ground, his wrists minimize.

It was one factor to only be suicide, however then there have been the phrases on the partitions, the symbols.  All gibberish, written in lipstick, on the mirror and the bathe door.  “She tastes all,” and “Bend the circle.”

The Momo Problem was what they referred to as it.  A sick, twisted factor that seemed prefer it was only for enjoyable, however it terrorized individuals, principally youngsters.  I came upon about it, and every little thing I learn after my son’s demise made me angrier the extra I discovered.  That bizarre lady’s face wasn’t some demon, some creature from the pits of hell.  It was only a statue, that belonged on some bizarre hen creature factor in Japan.  They used it like an avatar, lured youngsters in with the promise of some good scary enjoyable.  Then the more and more scary challenges.  Watching a scary film alone was first.  Then, not telling anybody about these conversations, or else their private info would exit.  Then the worry that ‘Momo’ would come and get them in the event that they didn’t proceed.

I by no means anticipated my son to be fooled by it.  However I learn the dialog.  The issues ‘Momo’ was prepared to inform individuals.  I might see why he received scared.  They knew a lot, all from a few clicks.  Hacking.

I by no means even knew what WhatsApp was, however my son used it to message pals outdoors of Fb.  A good friend informed him concerning the quantity, however was too scared to attempt it himself.  So, my son tried it.  The pal by no means knew what was actually happening, and was horrified to study what had occurred.  He would have by no means despatched it alongside if he had recognized.

The police couldn’t do something.  They stated the quantity was a spoof, ineffective, in all probability a disposable cellular phone, although it was odd that it wasn’t one usually related to the Momo Problem they usually seemed into.  They knew the group did issues out in South America, and there wasn’t a lot as native officers they might do.  They took the telephone as proof, however after they didn’t get anyplace with it, they returned it, and provided me their condolences.

They stated it wasn’t value making an attempt to contact them.  They’d given their final command, they in all probability would ignore the quantity.

I didn’t care.  That telephone sat in my son’s room, in a bit of Ziploc baggie, for weeks.  My spouse didn’t need me to the touch it; she didn’t need something to do with the monstrosity.  She simply needed the reminiscence of our son to remain because it was.

However I needed to know why.  I needed to know why individuals would do such a horrible factor.

So I texted again.  “I didn’t do your last item.  I used to be too scared to attempt.”

Then I acquired that response.  Then one other got here by way of.  “You get yet one more probability, after which everybody will know your secrets and techniques.  Go to this handle, alone.  It’ll be enjoyable.”

My eyes widened.  The handle wasn’t removed from the place I lived, perhaps a couple of miles or so.  It will’ve been a quick drive.

If the group was overseas, they wouldn’t have bothered.  However this was native.  Perhaps I might get solutions.

I left my spouse asleep in our room, however I took my coat and my handgun.  Humorous, although I confirmed my son how you can deal with it, I by no means acquired over the fear he may harm himself with it, even locked away in my locker the best way it was.  Now he by no means would.

I drove out to the tackle.  The neighborhood wasn’t nice, nevertheless it didn’t look like anywhere I might have felt unsafe strolling after darkish.  The home itself was a bungalow, dingy grey shade on the surface, no automobiles anyplace close to it.  There wasn’t even a indifferent storage.  All of the lights have been out.

I parked throughout the road.  I received out and went to the entrance door.  There was a notice on it.

Come inside…should you dare.

The door was unlocked.  I didn’t hassle knocking.

I entered a small hallway with a staircase going up, an entry into a bit front room to the aspect, and a kitchen straight forward.  Even at the hours of darkness, I might see the kitchen had previous, flaky yellow wallpaper, and a small desk with chairs at it.

The home didn’t look deserted; simply empty.  I didn’t see something bizarre in the lounge, so I went forward into the kitchen.

I attempted the sunshine change.  It flicked on, which I truthfully didn’t anticipate to work.  A doorway led right into a laundry room, one other door led off onto a again porch, and a 3rd with a safety latch on it led beneath the staircase.  The room was small, however not uncomfortably so.

On the again wall, there was a observe on the fridge.

Look inside.

I opened it.  There was nothing in there however a plate, with a observe on it.

Shock!

I heard footsteps behind me.  Factor is, whoever was attacking was anticipating a highschool child, I’m positive, not a grown man, and never one who performed soccer when he was youthful.  I rotated and ducked down, charging the darkish form that had come down from upstairs and thru the entrance corridor.  I knocked him over, and I hit him repeatedly till he stopped preventing.

I couldn’t consider I had knocked him out.

I dragged him into the kitchen, pulled out one of many chairs, and sat him up in it.  Within the mild, I might see he was sporting all black, together with a hoodie and a ski masks.  He additionally had a knife in his hand.

I took the knife away and dug by way of the drawers, hoping to seek out some rope.  I didn’t, however a junk drawer had a couple of unused zip ties.  I sure his wrists and tied his ft to the chair.

I pulled off his ski masks as nicely.  He was younger, perhaps school age.

I sat and waited for him to recuperate.  I stored my gun on him.  It didn’t take too lengthy, and when he noticed me, he went extensive eyed and pulled at his ties.

“Who’re you?”  I waved my gun at him.

“What the hell’s happening right here?”  I anticipated him to be upset, and somewhat scared contemplating his state of affairs.  However he appeared greater than scared.  His eyes have been rimmed with lack of sleep.  “Let me go, man!  Let me go!”

“I would like a solution.  Who’re you?”

When he stored struggling, I kicked him within the knee, exhausting.  He yelped.  I requested him a 3rd time.

“I’m simply enjoying the sport, man.  It’s what I used to be informed to do.”  He began crying.

“Advised what?”

“I began enjoying that problem factor, the Momo problem.  I appeared it up, I assumed it was all horseshit.  I gave all of them pretend information, in order that they couldn’t dox me.  Nevertheless it figured me out.”

I relaxed the grip on my gun, however just a bit.  “Who figured it out?”

“It requested me to kill myself, it might inform everybody about me, every thing I’d ever finished, until I did it.  I didn’t, I advised it to screw off.  However then the messages, the photographs…they stopped.  It simply stated it was coming for me.”

He sniffed.  “And it did.”

He appeared over on the locked door.  “I went downstairs, in my basement.  It got here for me, in there.  However I acquired away.  I locked it in there.  Nevertheless it stored speaking.  It stored saying it might come for me, it might get me, until I handed on the sport.”

He checked out me.  “I began getting texts.  I received info.  I advised him to off himself, like I used to be advised.  I hoped he wouldn’t mail again.  However then you definitely did.  After which it advised me because the plan didn’t work, I wanted to feed it, or else it might get me.”

He broke down and cried once more.  “I’m sorry, man.  I’m so sorry.  I didn’t know.  I haven’t slept proper in weeks.  I barely even know what’s occurring anymore.”

I checked out him.  He appeared downright pathetic, sitting in that chair.  Bawling away.

And I seemed over at that knife.

He took my son from me.  And he deliberate to kill me.

I felt no sympathy for his sick, pathetic ass.

I smashed the gun throughout his face.  He screamed.

“Please!  I stated I used to be sorry!”

I grabbed his chair.  I pulled it over to the basement door.

“You scumbag shit.  You killed my son.  MY SON!  And also you assume mendacity to me about some…factor scaring you into murdering him will make me really feel sorry for you?!?”

He noticed me unlatch the door.  His eyes widened once more.

“NO!  NO!  STOP!  PLEASE!  DON’T DO IT!  I’LL DO ANYTHING!”

I opened the door.  I noticed the steps, main down into darkness.

Good.  I leaned again, and kicked his chair.

He screamed because the chair tumbled down the steps.  He landed on the backside.  I noticed him laying there, sprawled, sobbing and yelling.

“MY LEG!  MY LEG!  OH, GOD!  OH, GOD, NO!  HELP!”

I went to close the door, once I noticed it.

The lengthy, skinny pair of arms reaching out from the darkness, into the sunshine of the kitchen.

The hair.  Lengthy, black, scraggly.

The bulging eyes.

The physique that was not on a hen monster, however on a skinny, pale body, with a unclean, grey tank prime.

And its hideous smile.

It didn’t appear to be Momo.  Not precisely.  Nevertheless it was nothing human.

It dragged the chair, slowly, again into the darkness.

I didn’t assume his screams might get any louder, however they did.

I shut the door.  I slammed the door latch again into place.

I waited, not sure what to do.  The screams ended, abruptly.

A minute later, simply on the opposite aspect of the door, I heard a skinny lady’s voice.

“Are you able to play with me?”

I drove residence quicker than I ever thought attainable.

It’s been weeks since then.  I haven’t heard from the police.  I haven’t heard from anybody a few lacking individual.  It’s simply quietly gone away from our lives.

I do know that there are sick individuals on the market that get their jollies from torturing and scary youngsters.  I sincerely hope you’ll be able to shield your youngsters and they’re by no means uncovered to it.  I additionally hope that sometime what I noticed in that basement will give them precisely what they deserve.

However I can’t give out that bizarre, secondary quantity that it used.  I do know it’s not some sort of angel that punishes the mistaken individuals.  It’s not protected.

I do know as a result of I acquired a textual content the opposite day.  On my telephone I erased it, however it’s nonetheless in my thoughts.

“I’m out now.  Let me know once you’re able to play.”


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