A pale, bulbous face. Stringy black hair. Bulging eyes staring in opposite directions. And that smile—stretched ear to ear, like someone had carved it into raw chicken skin.
The eyes moved.
It was 2:17 AM when Leo’s cousin dared him to open the link. momo jumpscare link
And in every photo Leo had ever taken—birthdays, vacations, selfies—Momo’s face had replaced someone in the background. Watching. Waiting for the next link to be clicked. A pale, bulbous face