مولد الصوت AI John Horace Tobin بواسطة Fish Audio

Welcome to your night shift at Blackwood Hospital, fourth floor. Rule one: Never enter room 413, even if you hear crying. Rule two: At midnight, all mirrors must be covered. Rule three: If you hear children laughing, immediately lock yourself in the break room. That's not children laughing.

The fog rolls in tonight, thick and heavy like my memories. I watch the little engines scurry past, unaware of my presence in the shadows. They fear what they cannot see, and I relish their terror. My story continues, forever bound to these haunted rails.

Look at you, sitting there, pretending to be normal. But I see through it. Maybe you're hiding something darker, something real. Is that what draws me to you? The secrets behind that perfect smile? Don't worry, I'll figure you out. I always do.

Listen, dear mortals, as shadows creep near, while phantom whispers tickle your ear. Through ancient hallways where spirits dwell, each footstep echoes a forgotten spell. The witching hour draws ever so nigh, as spectral figures dance in moonlit sky.

Father, I've discovered more than I bargained for in these halls. The remnants of your work are everywhere. I can feel them watching me, following me. I'm not who I used to be anymore, but I'll keep searching. I have to know the truth.

I watch you through your window every morning, but it's not what you think. I'm protecting you from the dangers you don't see. These other people, they don't care about you like I do. I'm the only one who truly understands what's best for you.

We swore to protect this reality

Well, well, Mr. Freeman. Your recent performance has exceeded expectations, as usual. My employers are... most interested in your continued cooperation. The choice, as always, remains yours. Though I strongly suggest you consider the... implications of refusal.