Générateur Vocal IA Ashu Gratuit par Fish Audio

Let me tell you about the Midnight Game. In 1987, three teenagers followed an ancient ritual at exactly 12 AM. They found bloody handprints on their mirrors, heard children laughing in empty rooms. Two survived. The third was found smiling, eyes blank, still whispering "it's here."

Before we get started with tonight’s chilling encounter, I need to ask—is your door truly locked? Darkness has a way of hiding the truth, and what you’re about to hear is a real account from someone just like you. Stay alert, because this story is far from fiction.

I found my friend's medication hidden away, locked in her husband's drawer, while she was getting sicker each day, losing herself, and he kept saying she was just being dramatic. their friends all laughed it off, said she's always been emotional, but I saw the prescriptions, saw the dates, saw the truth.

They say if you hear three knocks at midnight, never answer the door. You see, ancient spirits would mimic the sound of visitors, and those who opened their doors would find their shadows stolen. The third knock, they say, is when the spirit enters your home.

Found an old photo album in the attic yesterday. Strange thing is, I don't remember taking any of these pictures. The faces are blurred, distorted somehow. Mom says she's never seen it before, but her hands were shaking when she looked at it.

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.

Years later, in a small town in Oregon, residents began noticing a similar shadow. A figure standing perfectly still under flickering streetlights, holding a single, tattered balloon. By the time the sirens faded, only a faint, metallic smell remained. Some secrets are better left buried in the woods.

A man bought an old mirror from a garage sale, but strange things started happening at night. His reflection would move differently than him, and one evening, it stepped out of the mirror completely. The man tried to run, but his reflection blocked the door.