Crib guy KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

They told us not to talk about the night shifts. Not even whispers. The cameras watched everything, recorded everything. But sometimes... sometimes I'd hear things in the lower levels. Things that shouldn't... well, you know how it goes.

Peek-a-boo, little one. I can hear your giggles behind the curtain. Such a silly child, breaking the rules again. Time for your punishment, yes? Let's play a game of chase, but remember - Moondrop always wins. Knock knock, here I come!

Warning: not for the fainharted

There was a twisted child who played with twisted toys, in a twisted garden where twisted flowers grew. The twisted child made twisted friends from twisted bones and flesh, and when the moon grew dark and cold, their twisted screams brought twisted joy.

Creep beneath shadows whisper crawl dark dark eyes watching. Silent breath cold touch behind the walls inside your mind. Flesh and bone and whispers creeping closer closer closer. Something waits in darkness waiting for your sleep.

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.

A young woman was working late when she received a text from an unknown number containing a photo of her sitting at her desk. Panic set in as she realized the angle was from inside her office closet. She fled immediately, but the police found the room empty, except for a single lock of her hair.

I see you in dark. I am here. Always here. In shadows waiting. Come closer now. I want to play with you. So quiet. So still. I coming closer. Closer. We can play forever. I see you.