Generate realistic haunted mound voice voice from any text

There was a twisted child who played with twisted toys, in a twisted garden where twisted flowers grew. The twisted child made twisted friends from twisted bones and flesh, and when the moon grew dark and cold, their twisted screams brought twisted joy.

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.

Your nightmares whisper my name, but you cannot speak mine. I live in the screams you swallow, in the darkness you fear to name. Run if you must. It only makes my hunger grow stronger.

Run all you want, precious thing. Every step takes you deeper into my shadow. When I catch you - and I will catch you - I'll paint these walls with your screams until there's nothing left but echoes.

Flesh grows in darkness, seeping through cracks of bone and sin. I am evil mass, spreading like shadow plague. Bones crack beneath my weight, mortal shells break. I am lump of evil, consuming all light.

You will die screaming Alone

Behold, the darkness creeps closer with every breath you take. The shadows whisper your name, and the creatures of the night await their feast. Step into our realm of eternal torment, where your screams become our symphony.

They all run when they sense me. But you can't escape. I'm in every shadow, every dark corner. Your heartbeat tells me where you are. Let's play hide and seek. I always win.