مولد الصوت AI Horror voice بواسطة Fish Audio

I remember the old music box in Sarah's attic. We found it last summer, covered in decades of dust. The melody it played wasn't quite right - too slow, too deep. Sarah disappeared three days later. Her parents moved away, but that tune still echoes in my dreams.

Dark shadows coming near watch behind you see the missing parts where gone they. Follow through empty spaces when nobody there but walking steps make sound behind through darkness coming.

They found an old camera in a drained lake last Tuesday, its lens caked in black silt. When the film was developed, the images weren't of scenery, but of a human stomach. Each photo showed a different, undigested wedding ring, and the photographer’s own reflection in a bloody scalpel.

Sitting by the window this morning, watching leaves dance in the breeze. Reminds me of autumn days at your grandfather's house. The wind would rustle through those big maple trees, and we'd all gather inside for hot cider. Funny how memories just float by.

Warning: not for the fainharted

I WAKE UP AND I SCREAM! EVERY SINGLE MORNING I BLAST MY LUNGS OUT! No more lazy bed time, no more quiet mornings! I GET UP AND I SCREAM AND I SCREAM UNTIL MY THROAT BURNS! That's how you start a day!

I am standing in the dark. You cannot see me, but I see you. I have my knife. The mask hides what I feel. Do not try to run. I am very fast. I am the tall man. I am right behind you.

Late at night, the phone rang and a voice whispered my full name. I hung up, shaking, only to hear the same voice coming from the baby monitor in the next room. I live alone, and I realized someone had been watching me through the window for weeks.