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MOMO the MOVIE is HAPPENING!
HEAVEN’S WHEEL is proud to announce that it is developing a screen version of MOMO: AN INSPIRATIONAL THRILLER. Click below to stay up to date on the latest development of this high-anticipated motion picture project.
MOMO is a faith-based creature thriller motion picture currently in production through Heaven’s Wheel starring Kevin M. Kraft as Mark Taylor and Timothy E. Kraft and Evan Taylor. It is being produced by Tyler E. Kraft and directed by Kevin M. Kraft.
Based on Kevi n M. Kraft’s award-winning novella and screenplay, MOMO is the story of father and son Mark and Evan Taylor who find themselves in a fight for survival over the course of one night against a terrifying night creature straight out of the annals of cryptozoology with only their faith and the confines of the family cabin in the Missouri woodland to protect them.
Tyler E. Kraft is producing MOMO through family production company Heaven’s Wheel. And it is a true family affair with the aforementioned Kraft taking on multiple production roles and being joined by Tamara E. Kraft, Talia Elise Kraft, and Sharon Kraft rounding out the company.
Principle photography began in the fall of 2022 in Kansas City Missouri and Basehor, Kansas and, despite a number of setbacks, is nearly complete, with the remainder of production planned for completion in early-2025.
MOMO: An Inspirational Thriller
Author J.C. Egan Remembers the Missouri Monster!
After author, J.C. EGAN told us about his memories of the phenomenon that was MOMO when he was a boy, we asked the author of Innerworld: A Grand Lights Story if he would favor us by writing it down for our use here to, well, push MOMO An Inspirational Thriller on y’all, not to put too fine point on it. Sincerely, though, I appreciate Mr. Egan’s memories about the Missouri Monster and how it impacted him as a boy. Enjoy this. And check out Mr. Egan’s books!
Date line July 1971-the muggiest, hottest summer on record in the Mid West and certainly well-suited for staying inside and watching monster movies at eight years old. I would also be spending my time building monster models and other pursuits like reading, unheard of by today’s standards.
Yet, at around 6 PM the nightly news would come on, my Grandmother insisted, and we were staying with her so who’s to say she was wrong.
The sound box on the small black and white set would blare out, “There’s been another sighting of the Missouri Monster, [affectionately] known as MoMo.” There would be a sighting every night, each time getting closer and closer to the small town in northern Illinois where I was staying.
The people that encountered the thing all gave the same story. 10:50 PM on a Tuesday night one Mildred Hatracker said she saw the thing in her back yard. It stood at least 10 feet tall, swayed back and forth, dangling its impossibly long arms and grunting. What most stood out to her was the putrid stench of death, and the blood red eyes. She would never get a good night’s sleep after that.
Around midnight two nights later Mr. Tenshunbulder saw the thing down near the river, again, getting closer to Illinois. The same description, tremendously strong, disproportions where the arms were concerned, and a glaring red stare. What made him lose his dinner was the smell of rotting flesh.
These stories went on for a week or two and then MoMo disappeared, along with some boaters and campers in the general area. All I could do at eight years old at night was sleep with the door to my bedroom open, peeking out from under the covers and imagining a crouching, hairy beast with glowing red eyes, long and sinuous arms, waiting to pounce on me. I had a vivid imagination at 8 years old. Nothing more was said, and everyone who watched the news went on to talk about the protest, or the Jesus people movement, or the cost of gas. Poor MoMo, not even a going away party for him.
So, are there monsters? To an 8 year old asthmatic there was, and are. So, as you decide whether or not you want read this book, you might want to take a flashlight to that attic in your head and search around for childhood memories of boogiemen and that thing under the bed-because monsters are real, according to the news.
We all know the news doesn’t lie.
J.C. Egan