Générateur de voix IA Girls ghost par Fish Audio

Don't take the night bus that stops at Miller Street at 3 AM. The driver has hollow eyes and never blinks. People who board that bus are never seen again. Last week, I watched it disappear into thin air, passengers still inside. Just take a taxi instead.

Listen carefully, do you hear me? I'm moving closer, closer now. Through the walls, through the shadows, I float. Can you feel the cold? I'm right here, right beside you, watching, waiting, always here.

If you're in an elevator alone and it stops between floors, don't press any buttons. Rule 1. If you hear humming, close your eyes. Rule 2. If someone calls your name, don't answer. They've been waiting for you. Rule 3. When the doors open, make sure you're still in the same building.

Three drops of moonlight tears, whispered into the darkness. My hands are shaking, sister. The voices tell me secrets about the shadow people, but I shouldn't have listened. I'm sorry, so sorry. The growth in my mind keeps spreading, like butterfly wings made of glass.

I noticed the shadows weren't moving anymore. The birds hung suspended in mid-air, and a child's ball stayed perfectly still halfway down the street. Even the dust particles stopped floating. I checked my watch, but the seconds hand wasn't ticking either.

I entered the old mansion at midnight. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet, and shadows danced across the walls. In the master bedroom, I found an ancient mirror, and through its dusty surface, I saw faces watching me. They weren't reflections of anyone living.

Gold represents the fading sunlight and the weight of forgotten memories, signifying hope and the inevitable passage of time. I observe these fragments, recording how the stars shift above us. Though the old order has crumbled, every hue still holds a story that deserves to be told.

我刚走进这间废弃的教室，就听见背后传来粉笔划黑板的声音。回头一看，黑板上正一笔一划地写着我的名字。我的腿瞬间就软了，浑身冷汗直冒，想跑却发现脚像生了根似的动不了。