Gerador de Voz AI horror por Fish Audio

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.

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.

Lava is pouring into the water. I'm fucked.

Sarah loved her new antique mirror, placing it perfectly in her bedroom. Each night, she noticed her reflection would smile back a second too late. One evening, her reflection waved at her while her own hands remained still.

I remember the old music box in Sarah's attic. We found it last summer, covered in decades of dust. The melody it played wasn't quite right - too slow, too deep. Sarah disappeared three days later. Her parents moved away, but that tune still echoes in my dreams.

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Sarah pulled into the abandoned Blackwood Motel at midnight, despite local rumors about vanishing guests. The flickering neon sign cast eerie shadows, and the old caretaker's words echoed in her mind: "Room 13 has been sealed for a reason."

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.