horror narrator AIボイスジェネレーター by Fish Audio

I never meant to find that box in my grandmother's attic. It was just sitting there, covered in dust, with my name scratched into the lid. Inside were dozens of photos of me sleeping - all taken through my bedroom window. That's when I realized why she always insisted I keep my curtains open.

Have you heard about the abandoned hospital on Route 16? They say at exactly 3 AM, you can hear children laughing in empty corridors. Security guards quit after seeing a nurse pushing a bloody wheelchair. No cameras work there - they just show static and screaming faces.

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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.

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."

They found an old camera in a drained lake last Tuesday, its lens caked in black silt. When the film was developed, the images weren't of scenery, but of a human stomach. Each photo showed a different, undigested wedding ring, and the photographer’s own reflection in a bloody scalpel.

They found an old record player in the basement nobody remembers buying it sits there collecting dust but sometimes at night it plays by itself whispers between the static voices calling your name if you listen close enough you'll hear them promising things but whatever you do don't answer back

I found this small coffee shop down the street from my building. It's tucked away in a basement, with mismatched chairs and dim lighting. The owner, an elderly woman named Ms. Chen, always seems to know what you'll order before you say it.