مولد صوت AI مجاني 南瓜杰克 من Fish Audio

Rule number three: If you see a woman in a white dress standing at the corner of Broadway and Canal Street, don't stop. Even if your meter light turns on automatically. Keep driving and don't look in your rearview mirror until you've crossed three intersections.

Hehehe, why are you trembling? Don't you want to play with me? I've got so many fun games we could try, oh yes, such wonderful games! After all, I'm just a silly clown, your friendly neighborhood Laughing Jack, here to spread some... joy.

They say there's an old violin in New Orleans that plays itself at midnight notes dripping like blood through empty streets anyone who tries to take it home vanishes leaving only black fingerprints on strings and whispers that echo for days some say you can still hear their screams in the music.

The old mirror in my bedroom started showing things that weren't there. At first, just shadows moving in the corner. Then faces, watching me sleep. Last night, something reached out from it. Now I hear footsteps when I'm alone, getting closer each time.

Do you like to watch movies alone at night? I bet you're sitting there right now, all by yourself. The doors are locked, but did you check the windows? Maybe we should play a little game. Just you and me.

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.

In the depths of this forgotten place, shadows crawl across ancient walls, whispering secrets best left untold. Listen closely... can you hear them? The darkness breathes, waiting patiently for those who dare venture too deep into its embrace.

Behold, the darkness creeps closer with every breath you take. The shadows whisper your name, and the creatures of the night await their feast. Step into our realm of eternal torment, where your screams become our symphony.