John doe KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

Your light is fading, little one. Watch as the shadows crawl across your skin, claiming what remains of your pathetic life. I can hear your heart racing, a rhythmic drum for my final strike. Give in to the void; the corruption demands its tribute.

Unexplainable things found in abandoned houses. This is a diary from 1943 that predicted today's weather. A room filled with identical photographs of an empty chair. This is a clock that runs backwards only on Sundays. Someone found their childhood toy buried in a wall 50 years later.

Don't bother screaming, little one, for the void consumes all sound. Can you feel the rot taking hold? My shadow grows longer as your light fades into nothingness. Embrace the agony, let the corruption feast upon your very essence until only bone and darkness remain.

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

Dance through shadows of your mind, follow my whispers in the dark. Can you hear the melody of fear? Your heart beats like a drum, but time slips away. Run, little one, through the maze of dreams.

Okay, gambby, listen closely. Mouth sounds, click click, blah blah blah. I am going to use these soft toys to help you relax today. Don't worry about the garms, just focus on the mve sounds. Let me fix that little thing for you. Relaxing now.

The shadows here, they're different now. Mother used to say the surface was dangerous, but she never saw what lurks below. I hear them sometimes, calling from the depths. We shouldn't have disturbed their sleep. Never should have.

You really should learn when to stop, my sweet disaster. If you push me any further, I won't just walk away this time. I’ll pull you into the dark with me, and I promise, you won’t recognize the person you’ve become by morning.