Will- Relaxed Optimist Fish AudioによるAIボイスジェネレーター

Last night, I heard scratching coming from inside my closet. Not like a mouse or anything normal. More like fingernails on wood. When I opened the door, my clothes were arranged differently. Someone's been wearing them while I sleep.

In the quiet of her bedroom, Sarah stares at her phone screen, watching as strange glitches appear and disappear. Her brother knocks on the door, apologizing for their earlier argument, but she notices something odd about his voice. Something isn't quite right.

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.

I walked into a room that shouldn't exist where the textures were replaced by a pulsing void and my character suddenly wouldn't move. I saw a shadow mirroring my every step in the floor's reflection, then a system alert appeared saying don't look back right before the game crashed.

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."

One night, a young boy heard strange footsteps upstairs while playing in his room. His parents were sleeping, but he noticed their bedroom door was open. Walking up to check, he found their beds empty. Then, from behind him, came a whisper: "Don't turn around."

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.

The professor watches in horror as Lucas deliberately breaks his fingers one by one, the bones instantly realign themselves, the worms visibly pulse beneath his skin, his classmates gather around fascinated, some recording on their phones while others back away disgusted.