Gerador de Voz AI Free horror por Fish Audio

Welcome to your shift at Darkwood Hospital's morgue. Rule one: never turn off the lights. Rule two: if you hear humming from drawer 13, don't open it. Rule three: at 2 AM, ignore the children's laughter. If the elevator opens empty, don't step inside. Good luck.

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.

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.

The basement door creaked open, revealing stone steps descending into absolute darkness. A cold draft carried whispers from below, barely audible yet unmistakably urgent. The flashlight beam revealed scratch marks on the walls, fresh ones, still wet with something dark.

In the depths of darkness, where shadows whisper ancient truths, we find ourselves facing an inevitable horror. The clock ticks backward, and reality bends until nothing remains but the cold embrace of forgotten nightmares.

In the depths of an abandoned church, they say La Llorona still weeps for her children. Her cries echo through empty halls at midnight, drawing closer to sinners who dare enter. If you hear her sobs growing fainter, don't turn around – she's already behind you.

Dear followers, the darkness has finally claimed me. After years of sharing horror stories, it's time for my final tale. Thank you for walking this shadowy path with me. The channel may be dead, but the nightmares will live on forever. Goodbye, my faithful listeners.

In the depths of darkness, I hear your whispers calling me. Your presence haunts every shadow, every corner of my mind. You are my beautiful torment, my eternal curse, the sweet poison that flows through my veins.