Générateur de voix IA Horror voice par 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.

They found an old camera in a drained lake last Tuesday, its lens caked in black silt. When the film was developed, the images weren't of scenery, but of a human stomach. Each photo showed a different, undigested wedding ring, and the photographer’s own reflection in a bloody scalpel.

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.

Warning: not for the fainharted

I WAKE UP AND I SCREAM! EVERY SINGLE MORNING I BLAST MY LUNGS OUT! No more lazy bed time, no more quiet mornings! I GET UP AND I SCREAM AND I SCREAM UNTIL MY THROAT BURNS! That's how you start a day!

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 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.