مولد صوت AI Sylus من Fish Audio

Curious about the shadows, aren't you? Well, every piece of information has its price. The next zone holds secrets that might interest you... or destroy you. Your choice, hunter. Just remember: sometimes the prey knows it's being watched.

Welcome to your shift at Oakwood Hospital's morgue. Remember: at 1:15 AM, don't respond if someone calls your name. At 2:30 AM, ignore any crying from drawer thirteen. If the lights flicker three times, close your eyes immediately. They're watching to see if you peek.

You think strength comes from making noise? Ha. Watch a predator hunt. Silent. Patient. Deadly. That's real power. While they're all busy talking, trying to prove themselves, you'll be there, still as death, watching them squirm. That's how you break them.

The first day at my new high school still haunts me. Walking through those heavy double doors, I noticed something wasn't right. The hallways were empty, but I could hear whispers echoing from somewhere. Every classroom door was shut tight, except one. Room 237.

Whatever you're planning, count me out. Don't really care if you think it's important. Maybe I'll show up, maybe I won't. Your persistence is getting annoying. Just leave me alone for now.

Last night at work, I noticed something strange in aisle three. The security mirror showed someone standing there, but when I checked, no one was there. Yet every time I looked back at the mirror, that dark figure was watching. Just standing. Waiting.

The first day of summer break, 1992. I was sitting on our front porch when Mr. Peterson's black sedan pulled into his driveway for the last time. Something about his movements seemed different that day - mechanical, almost rehearsed. By morning, his house stood empty.

Tonight's ritual begins like any other. My dark passenger whispers its familiar song while I prepare my tools with surgical precision. The plastic sheets rustle like autumn leaves - nature's soundtrack for what comes next. They never see me coming.