مولد صوت AI مجاني Mystery story من Fish Audio

Here's three haunted dolls that vanished without trace. N one, the crying doll, appears in photos it wasn't in. Two, the walking bride, moves between rooms at night. Three, the whispering puppet, previous owners found dead clutching their ears. Which one would you keep?

Ah, what a lovely summer evening. Children playing in the park, ice cream trucks jingling their merry tunes. But wait... something's not quite right. Perhaps you've noticed it too. Join us tonight, as Dateline investigates what really happened on that perfect summer day.

For fifteen years, Sarah and Rachel had been inseparable. They shared everything - secrets, dreams, even house keys. But when Rachel's husband went missing, investigators discovered that some secrets are better left buried. Behind Rachel's concerned face lay a web of lies.

I noticed it first in photographs. Every time I took a selfie, something was off. The shadows behind me didn't match. They moved when they shouldn't. Yesterday, I checked my camera roll. In every picture, the shadows were closer. Tonight, they're at my door.

You'd think the emergency room would be the scariest part of my job, but it's those long walks through empty corridors at 3 AM that really get to me. The fluorescent lights flicker just enough to make shadows dance where they shouldn't.

The footsteps upstairs always stop at the third floorboard, right above my bed. I've counted seventeen times now. Mom says it's just the house settling, but houses don't wear shoes that scratch against wood at exactly 3:27 AM.

In the autumn of 1992, hikers discovered locked cellar doors scattered throughout the deep woods. No structures ever existed there. When authorities returned to investigate, the doors had vanished into the earth, leaving behind only the cold scent of damp soil and ancient rot.

Beneath the old hospital, there lies a network of service tunnels, rather forgotten by most. Such corridors whisper tales of medical procedures long past, where the echoes of hurried footsteps still resonate through the darkness. I've walked those halls, though I rather wish I hadn't.