Générateur de voix IA 鬼作秀 par Fish Audio

Have you heard about the abandoned hospital on Route 16? They say at exactly 3 AM, you can hear children laughing in empty corridors. Security guards quit after seeing a nurse pushing a bloody wheelchair. No cameras work there - they just show static and screaming faces.

I hear your footsteps. Every little step. Closer and closer you come. The shadows know your name. They whisper it to me. You cannot hide. I am always here. Always watching. Always waiting.

誰か来て 誰か来て 暗い 暗すぎる 何か動いてる 何か動いてる 近づいてくる 近づいてくる 逃げなきゃ 逃げなきゃ 早く 早く お願い 誰か助けて

Rule number three: If you see a passenger wearing a red scarf in the rearview mirror, but not through your windshield, continue driving normally. Don't acknowledge them, don't speak to them, and most importantly, don't stop until you cross Canal Street.

I hear the breathing under the bed, heavy and damp, syncing with my own heart over and over. If I move, if I twitch a finger, the rhythm breaks, and I know the thing waiting there will reach up and pull me into the dark where the silence never ends.

Through the shadows whispering, whispering, calling my name in the dark. The voices keep dancing, dancing around my mind. I'm breathing with the spirits now, now, making patterns in the air while they're speaking, speaking their ancient words.

Every night at 302 the scratching starts behind my bedroom wall always the same spot always three scratches then silence then three more I tried moving my bed but now it's coming from the ceiling right above my pillow getting louder closer tonight I swear I saw fingers.

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.