مولد صوت AI Ghost woman 2 من Fish Audio

Sarah loved her new antique mirror, placing it perfectly in her bedroom. Each night, she noticed her reflection would smile back a second too late. One evening, her reflection waved at her while her own hands remained still.

The shadows on the wall started moving by themselves today. My brother didn't notice, but I saw them dancing without any light source. When I touched one, my hand went right through the wall. The neighbors keep walking past, completely unaware.

The figure appeared near the window, dressed in a Victorian-era gown with delicate lace trim. Her pale features were distinct in the moonlight, and her eyes held a haunting sadness. She seemed to be searching for something, or perhaps someone.

Have you ever missed the last train? Try not to board Bus 103 at midnight. It doesn’t go anywhere you want to be. Rule 1: If the driver

Listen carefully to what I'm about to tell you. In the winter of 1803, a village disappeared overnight. The only trace left was a single paper lantern that burned eternally black. Those who approach it say they hear whispers of a thousand trapped souls.

In the dark streets of Tokyo, there lives a woman who never shows her face. They say if you hear humming at midnight, don't look back. She's the Kuchisake-onna, the slit-mouthed woman. She'll ask if you think she's beautiful, but whatever you answer, you'll never make it home.

You know what's funny about being dead. The music sounds different here. More ethereal. Like everything's underwater. Been watching people at concerts lately. They get so excited. So alive. Must be nice. Having a physical form. Whatever. Not that I care. So.

They're watching you right now... can you feel their eyes? Don't turn around... they don't like it when you see them. Just keep listening to my voice... they're getting closer... closer... shhhh...