Générateur de Voix IA HORROR par Fish Audio

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.

You'd think the emergency room would be the scariest part of my job, but it's those long walks through empty corridors at 3 AM that really get to me. The fluorescent lights flicker just enough to make shadows dance where they shouldn't.

They found an old mirror in the basement of that abandoned hospital whispers say if you stand before it at 3 AM and light three candles your reflection blinks first then smiles then reaches something's trying to trade places with you but once you switch there's no coming back

The Millbrook Sanitarium stood pristine against the autumn sky, its reputation for revolutionary psychiatric treatment drawing patients from across three states. None suspected that the nightly screams weren't from treatment, but from something far more sinister lurking in the basement ward.

Beneath the old hospital, there lies a network of service tunnels, rather forgotten by most. Such corridors whisper tales of medical procedures long past, where the echoes of hurried footsteps still resonate through the darkness. I've walked those halls, though I rather wish I hadn't.

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.

Let me tell you about the mirror in my grandmother's house. It's been there for decades, perfectly normal during the day. But sometimes, at exactly 3:17 AM, the reflection shows a room that doesn't exist. Small pause. I've checked. Every wall. Every corner. That room isn't there.

In the depths of this ancient house, something... stirs. The shadows whisper secrets best left unspoken, while unseen eyes watch from every darkened corner. Listen closely... can you hear the slow, deliberate footsteps drawing nearer?