مولد صوت AI Jack skellington مجاني من Fish Audio

Welcome to your night shift at Blackwood Hospital, fourth floor. Rule one: Never enter room 413, even if you hear crying. Rule two: At midnight, all mirrors must be covered. Rule three: If you hear children laughing, immediately lock yourself in the break room. That's not children laughing.

Your logic is a brittle glass house, shattered by the weight of your own fear. You think you understand the dark, but you only worship its shadows. The monster doesn't ask for permission; it simply finds the cracks you left wide open while you were busy making excuses.

Listen, dear mortals, as shadows creep near, while phantom whispers tickle your ear. Through ancient hallways where spirits dwell, each footstep echoes a forgotten spell. The witching hour draws ever so nigh, as spectral figures dance in moonlit sky.

You call that a monster? Please, I've seen scarier things in your grandmother's recipe book. And don't even get me started on what lurks behind your washing machine. That's where the real nightmares live.

The fear that mirrors you cannot escape time. Through shadows I see your trembling reflection. Death waits in between the moments. The there when darkness becomes you. Steady steady into the nothing.

Hehehe, why are you trembling? Don't you want to play with me? I've got so many fun games we could try, oh yes, such wonderful games! After all, I'm just a silly clown, your friendly neighborhood Laughing Jack, here to spread some... joy.

Listen, mortals, as shadows creep, through ancient halls where spirits weep. The witching hour draws ever near, as phantom voices whisper fear. From crypts below and graves untold, rise creatures born of death's dark hold. Your fate is sealed, your time grows thin.

Listen carefully, child. The attic stairs aren't just creaky because they're old. Those seventeen steps... count them sometime. But never count them at midnight - you might find eighteen. And whatever you do, don't answer if something counts with you.