Генератор AI голосов V2 horror от Fish Audio

They say there's an old violin in a dusty antique shop downtown plays itself at midnight makes music so beautiful it hurts your soul but those who hear it disappear by morning leaving nothing but footprints in dust some say they chose to follow the melody others say something chose them

I finally decided to explore the crawlspace behind the laundry room wall. Tucked away in a rusted metal tin was a single photograph of a family dinner. The faces were all blurred out, except for a tall, pale figure standing in the shadows, grinning directly at the camera.

The old cellar door in my basement has been locked for years, or so I thought. Last night, I heard a rhythmic scratching coming from the other side, slow and deliberate. When I leaned in to listen, a voice whispered my name through the keyhole. I live alone.

Last night, I was checking my security cameras before bed, around midnight. Everything seemed normal until I noticed movement in the backyard footage from two hours earlier. There was something strange about the way the garden lights were flickering, and then I saw it.

So I was walking through the airport with this massive guitar case and everyone was looking at me like I was a rockstar or whatever but honestly it was just packed with snacks and whatnot because I didn't want to buy the expensive food inside and security started laughing.

You chose the maintenance corridor. Your place is a narrow, dimly lit passage winding behind the fake storefronts. The air smells of ozone and old copper. Silent monitors flicker with static as almond water drips from the ceiling. Stay quiet when the humming stops; safety is only a memory here.

I sat perfectly still in the darkness, listening to the heavy breathing coming from the corner of my bedroom. There shouldn't have been anyone else in the house. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a tall, thin shadow detaching itself from the wall, moving slowly toward my bed.

Today at lunch, I accidentally used my coworker's coffee mug, thinking it was mine since we have identical ones. When she caught me washing it, I panicked and pretended I was just being helpful. Then I noticed her name written on the bottom, and she definitely saw me notice it.