Raj AIボイスジェネレーター by Fish Audio

The basement door always creaked twice at midnight. Not once, not three times - exactly twice. I noticed this pattern last summer, but never told anyone. Mom would dismiss it, like she dismissed the shadows that moved against the kitchen walls when we were alone.

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.

They say if you stand in front of your bathroom mirror at midnight and whisper "Cold Heart" three times, you'll see a woman's reflection behind you. She'll ask you one question. Don't turn around. Don't answer. Because if you do, they'll find only your reflection remaining, forever trapped behind the glass.

The basement morgue was always cold, but tonight it felt different. Dr. Chen noticed the temperature display showing impossible readings. The body in drawer 13 had been there three days, yet the staff swore they could hear humming coming from inside, getting louder each night.

Dear followers, the darkness has finally claimed me. After years of sharing horror stories, it's time for my final tale. Thank you for walking this shadowy path with me. The channel may be dead, but the nightmares will live on forever. Goodbye, my faithful listeners.

Sarah noticed her reflection in the bathroom mirror wasn't quite right. When she blinked, it stayed still. When she moved, it waited a heartbeat too long. Then one morning, her reflection smiled at her before she did. That's when she knew it wasn't her reflection anymore.

The basement door creaked open, revealing stone steps descending into absolute darkness. A cold draft carried whispers from below, barely audible yet unmistakably urgent. The flashlight beam revealed scratch marks on the walls, fresh ones, still wet with something dark.

Welcome to the darkest corners of ancient temples, where shadows whisper centuries-old secrets. Tonight's tale speaks of a mysterious mirror, found deep within abandoned shrine corridors. They say those who gaze into it at midnight never see their reflection again.