Horror voice KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

I remember the old music box in Sarah's attic. We found it last summer, covered in decades of dust. The melody it played wasn't quite right - too slow, too deep. Sarah disappeared three days later. Her parents moved away, but that tune still echoes in my dreams.

Dark shadows coming near watch behind you see the missing parts where gone they. Follow through empty spaces when nobody there but walking steps make sound behind through darkness coming.

Warning: not for the fainharted

Sitting by the window this morning, watching leaves dance in the breeze. Reminds me of autumn days at your grandfather's house. The wind would rustle through those big maple trees, and we'd all gather inside for hot cider. Funny how memories just float by.

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.

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.

Late at night, the phone rang and a voice whispered my full name. I hung up, shaking, only to hear the same voice coming from the baby monitor in the next room. I live alone, and I realized someone had been watching me through the window for weeks.

Late one night, you hear a whisper coming from your closet, calling your name. You live alone and your doors are double-locked. As you slowly reach for the handle, you realize the voice isn't coming from inside the closet, but from right behind you.