مولد صوت AI Betreyal Story من Fish Audio

Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sell my shares in the company. He offered $5 million cash. I refused. Then he threatened to expose my past. Little did he know, I had evidence of his own secrets. Sometimes karma works in mysterious ways.

I found Mom's old diary yesterday, tucked away in a box I hadn't opened since '95. Her handwriting was shaky in the last entries, but there was this note about Tommy from '82, just months before the accident. She wrote about his laugh, how it filled the whole house. I had to close the book.

Sarah Morgan notices her son Tommy's strange new habit of talking to his reflection. At first, she thinks it's childhood imagination, until one night she catches a glimpse of his mirror-self moving independently. The reflection smiles at her, but Tommy isn't smiling.

Remember the nurses, all of them in white, like paper dolls walking. You were there too, weren't you? My sister brought the medicine box, just like before. See how they line up? Do you believe me now? The pictures show everything, everything in rows.

You wake up in a small village during the plague of 1348. The air is thick with fear, and you're about to discover something terrifying. Your mother is showing signs of illness, but this isn't ordinary sickness. There's something darker at work here.

Back in 1947, on the Miller farm in Western Ohio, they had this old wooden rocking chair on their front porch. Every night at exactly 3:15 AM, the family would hear it creaking, but whenever they checked, no one was there. The chair would still be warm.

Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sign over my shares in grandpa's company. He brought his lawyers, threatened legal action. But what he didn't know was that I had already transferred everything to an offshore trust. Sometimes the best revenge is staying one step ahead.

Dear Mom, we're holed up in an old church now. The bells still ring every hour, though nobody's touched them in weeks. Anderson got hit yesterday - he'll make it, but they're sending him home. The nights are the worst. The waiting. Always the waiting.