مولد صوت AI مجاني Frenzy Berry من Fish Audio

I never meant to find that box in my grandmother's attic. It was just sitting there, covered in dust, with my name scratched into the lid. Inside were dozens of photos of me sleeping - all taken through my bedroom window. That's when I realized why she always insisted I keep my curtains open.

They found an old record player in the basement nobody remembers buying it sits there collecting dust but sometimes at night it plays by itself whispers between the static voices calling your name if you listen close enough you'll hear them promising things but whatever you do don't answer back

Every morning, Sarah checks her family photos on the wall. Today, something's different. The pictures show five people, but she only has three children. The extra child appears in every photo, always standing slightly behind the others, smiling too wide. She can't remember taking these.

Sometimes I find myself staring out my bedroom window at night, watching the trees sway in the darkness. There's something about living near the forest that makes you question things you thought you understood. The shadows seem to hold secrets.

The old Thompson house stood abandoned at the end of Maple Street. Local children whispered about strange lights in its dusty windows at midnight. Yesterday, Tommy Jenkins swore he heard piano music drifting from inside, though the house hadn't seen a piano in decades.

One night, a young boy heard strange footsteps upstairs while playing in his room. His parents were sleeping, but he noticed their bedroom door was open. Walking up to check, he found their beds empty. Then, from behind him, came a whisper: "Don't turn around."

Every night at 302 the scratching starts behind my bedroom wall always the same spot always three scratches then silence then three more I tried moving my bed but now it's coming from the ceiling right above my pillow getting louder closer tonight I swear I saw fingers.

You picked a quiet night to be alone in your house. The shadows are getting longer, and those creaking floorboards? That's not your imagination. Maybe you should've checked all the closets before the sun went down.