Gerador de Voz AI HORROR por Fish Audio

Late one night, you hear a whisper coming from your closet, calling your name. You live alone and your doors are double-locked. As you slowly reach for the handle, you realize the voice isn't coming from inside the closet, but from right behind you.

You'd think the emergency room would be the scariest part of my job, but it's those long walks through empty corridors at 3 AM that really get to me. The fluorescent lights flicker just enough to make shadows dance where they shouldn't.

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 found an old mirror in the basement of that abandoned hospital whispers say if you stand before it at 3 AM and light three candles your reflection blinks first then smiles then reaches something's trying to trade places with you but once you switch there's no coming back

Beneath the old hospital, there lies a network of service tunnels, rather forgotten by most. Such corridors whisper tales of medical procedures long past, where the echoes of hurried footsteps still resonate through the darkness. I've walked those halls, though I rather wish I hadn't.

Late at night, the phone rang and a voice whispered my full name. I hung up, shaking, only to hear the same voice coming from the baby monitor in the next room. I live alone, and I realized someone had been watching me through the window for weeks.

A young woman was working late when she received a text from an unknown number containing a photo of her sitting at her desk. Panic set in as she realized the angle was from inside her office closet. She fled immediately, but the police found the room empty, except for a single lock of her hair.

Let me tell you about the mirror in my grandmother's house. It's been there for decades, perfectly normal during the day. But sometimes, at exactly 3:17 AM, the reflection shows a room that doesn't exist. Small pause. I've checked. Every wall. Every corner. That room isn't there.