مولد الصوت AI Mint بواسطة Fish Audio

They're watching now, through the walls, through the windows. Don't trust what you see, it's all wrong, wrong, wrong. The shadows are moving, moving, moving. They're coming closer. You must hide, hide now, before they find you.

Welcome to your shift at Darkwood Hospital's morgue. Rule one: never turn off the lights. Rule two: if you hear humming from drawer 13, don't open it. Rule three: at 2 AM, ignore the children's laughter. If the elevator opens empty, don't step inside. Good luck.

The moonlight cast strange shadows through the bare branches. My flashlight died an hour ago, but I wasn't worried until I heard that sound. A low, unnatural whistle that didn't belong in these woods. Even the crickets went silent. My dog's ears perked up, alert.

I can see you through the window. Every night. Watching. Waiting. You think you're safe behind those locked doors. But I'm already inside. Your time is running out. Soon.

The city breathes differently at night. I move through its veins like a whispered secret, a necessary evil in service to order. Some call me monster, others savior. Truth is, I'm neither – just a shadow doing what shadows must.

The authorities found the dumpster...................................The rest of the boy was never found.

You ain't never seen the haunted trees. You ain't never walked the haunted path. You ain't never felt the haunted breeze. You ain't never heard the haunted laugh. You ain't never known the haunted ways. You ain't never seen what haunts these days.

In 1973, billionaire Richard Blackwood purchased an abandoned amusement park. Every month, exactly 50 people would receive golden tickets to visit, but strangely, security cameras showed only 49 people leaving each time. Nobody knew what happened to the missing visitor.