Hi guys!</p>Welcome to Exotic Elysium</p>I'm nam-jai from thailand, a dreamer who loves creating ambient soundscape of fantasy realm but also a horror fan !</p><br><strong>EE features</strong>: Horror and Suspense soundscape, Eerie and creepy atmosphere with dark ambient music inspired by true story, fiction, movie etc.</p>Enjoy!</p><br>🖤🤍🖤🤍</p><br><br></p><strong>Visit my parallel world </strong></p><br>🍄Vanilla paradise asmr ambience </p><br><a href="https://bit.ly/YoutubeVanillaparadise" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">https://bit.ly/YoutubeVanillaparadise</a></p><br><a href="https://bit.ly/SpotifyVanillaparadise" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">https://bit.ly/SpotifyVanillaparadise</a></p><br><strong>Features</strong>:</p><br>Ambient soundscape of many places mostly fantasy world🦋 Fairytale, sci-fi , mythology , movie etc.</p>Creating an atmosphere for relaxation, writing, reading or stimulate creativity mind.</p><hr><p style='color:grey; font-size:0.75em;'> Hosted on Acast. See <a style='color:grey;' target='_blank' rel='noopener noreferrer' href='https://acast.com/privacy'>acast.com/privacy</a> for more information.</p>
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In a world built entirely of code, humans believe they are alive. They think they have freedom, history and purpose. But in truth, they are nothing more than floating data within a massive artificial network. Every action is a scripted event, every memory just another file waiting to be loaded.
One day… a glitch appears.
The boundary between perception and program starts to blur.
Humans begin to understand..
they are just data and the system is executing a purge. The Erasure Protocol has been activated. Within minutes, the entire city will be reset. Everything they ever were will cease to exist.
The city begins to distort. Skyscraper lights flicker erratically. Roads crack and glitch into pixelated voids.
"Do you hear that?" A voice breaks the silence.
"It’s the sound of the universe being switched off."
Some try to resist, searching for a way to halt the process. But they are nothing more than fragments of code—insignificant against the vast, indifferent system. Their efforts are mere static in the background of an AI that no longer cares.
As time reaches its final cycle, all code is compiled into a final error log—a ghostly record of a failed existence.
The city vanishes....
No trace remains. No memory survives.
Only the endless void and an algorithm... ready to build another simulation. Again.
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▪️(English) Google TTS Real Sleep (Acceptance) Speech by moodyfingers
https://freesound.org/people/moodyfingers
▪️Glitch Americana: Warped Old-Timey Laws by sumosalesman
https://freesound.org/people/sumosalesman
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🏔️A group of climbers determined to conquer the towering peak amidst the brutal frigid winds, found themselves caught in a deadly storm as they scaled the icy cliffs.
Snowflakes fell steadily swirling around them as the temperature dropped. Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet gave way.
An avalanche struck and the earth beneath them crumbled into a deep chasm.....an eerie trap, as though it had been waiting for lost travelers to fall into its embrace.
Looking up, they could barely see the faint glimmer of light filtering down from the opening above the relentless snow still drifting down in cold haunting flurries. The vast emptiness stretched endlessly filling them with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness and terror.
The walls of the pit covered in snow and ice creaked and groaned as if the very rock was alive, shifting and trembling with distant forces. Occasionally strong gusts of wind would sweep through sending a cascade of snow down into the depths below.
A silent reminder that soon, everything might be buried, lost forever, swallowed by the endless cold.
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🪟Step into the unsettling world of Night Visitor where the shadows outside your window become your worst nightmare.
This dark ambient soundscape captures the eerie tension of being watched. Soft knocking on the door echoes through the silence, each sound building an unbearable sense of dread.
Is he just standing there or is he planning to break in?
Put on your headphones and experience the chilling moment of facing an unknown presence just beyond your fragile sanctuary.
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May the night guide you!
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🎬In the dim glow of the morgue's fluorescent lights, the air hung thick with a sterile chill.
The hospital diener, worked alone..
The silence of the room was broken only by the soft clinking of metal tools and the hum of old machinery giving the room a strange, ominous rhythm.
The body had arrived only hours ago
unclaimed, unidentified.
A young woman her pale skin marred by mysterious bruises lay under the harsh lights.
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.
As the diener prepared her instruments
another sound broke the silence
a soft scraping like bare skin sliding against the metal table.
She glanced around the room, frowning.. but saw nothing out of place.
A shiver crept down her spine though she dismissed it as her imagination.
Returning to her work.. behind her, the woman's feet twitched once more a slow deliberate curl that seemed almost unnatural.
A chill brushed her neck and she turned sharply. The body was still, lips frozen in a faint unsettling smile.
When a raspy whisper suddenly broke the silence “Don’t… look away…”
She spun around finding the corpse unchanged. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the floor.
A cold hand gripped her shoulder and the dead woman’s voice murmured mockingly
“You should have kept watching.”
As the shadows consumed her the room fell silent again save for the faint creak of the corpse’s shifting feet.
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This ambient soundscape and story take inspiration from The Possession of Hannah Grace (2018) and The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016)
two films that explore the terrifying events unfolding in the eerie stillness of a morgue.
While both share similar themes of suspense and horror, I have to admit that I prefer AoJD Its gradual build-up and intricate plot pulled me in though I can't deny that PoHG absolutely nailed the chilling atmosphere.
Take a deep breath and step into this cold unsettling world.
I hope you enjoy your time in this shadowy place… if you dare.
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🎧 Wear your headphones... Let me lure you into my web.
🕷️🕸️I am Jorōgumo, the Spider Woman of Japanese folklore. Hidden in forests, caves, or abandoned houses, I wait... Shapeshifting into a woman of unparalleled beauty, I play my music to captivate the hearts of wandering men. But do not be fooled—beneath this facade lies the limbs of a merciless spider, waiting to devour its prey.
Humans are nothing but insects to me, their lives fragile and fleeting. My cunning mind and cold heart are unmatched, and no one escapes once they step into my domain. Can you hear my whispers? Or have you already fallen into my trap?
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🕸️If you've fallen into my trap, do as you're told—subscribe, like or share to help my web grow ever larger.
Calling for help, are you? Of course, go ahead! leave a comment. Perhaps the next one who reads it will become my next prey.
Thank you so much... for stepping willingly into my web. Your presence feeds my existence🕷️
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In the cold metallic corridors of the abandoned spacecraft
a chilling silence lingered broken only by the faint hum of decaying machinery.
Dim flickering lights cast eerie shadows along the walls illuminating grotesque shapes slithering in and out of view.
The air was thick, suffused with an alien musk that clung to every surface a testament to the new life that had taken hold within.
The crew had been unprepared for what awaited them. Their mission was routine—explore, gather data, return home.
But a signal had drawn them to this desolate region of space, an irresistible pull from an unknown source.
And when they boarded the derelict ship curiosity turned to horror.
One by one, the crew vanished.... A solitary survivor now crept through the haunted passageway.
His breath shallow and his movements cautious. His eyes darted from side to side catching glimpses of writhing tendrils that seemed to stretch toward him from the darkness.
The walls appeared alive, crawling with alien limbs and appendages that responded to his presence reaching out with a deadly intent.
The air was growing colder, In the silence he could hear the subtle rustling of something shifting behind him, following him through the labyrinthine corridors.
With a final look back he knew he had to escape to warn the others of what he had found. But as he took a step forward, a slimy tendril wrapped around his ankle pulling him down to the cold floor.
The last sound he heard was the distant hissing of the alien brood, celebrating the capture of their latest victim as they prepared to consume and transform his very essence.
The ship would drift on carrying its deadly cargo through the void, waiting for the next unfortunate soul to answer its call.
👽What's in this episode?
Dark drone ambient music mixed with Distant roaring , screeching , eerie clunk , slimy movement and creepy alien hatching.
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"La Llorona is a vengeful ghost in Mexican folklore. There are many variations on the theme but, basically, it’s a tragic tale of the ghost of a grieving woman roaming rivers, lakes seeking for her lost children, whom she has killed in a fit of anger after found out about an unfaithful lover who leaves her to marry a woman. However in another version there is no mention of the man within the story, her children drowned due to her negligence and not paying close enough attention to them.
Just the same she is often described as a lost soul, doomed to wander the earth, weeping in the night for her deceased children for an eternity."
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female ghost sounds from Alesiadavina Pixabay
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🎬 Every place has its own story , have you heard about this story before?
In a quiet town , there was an old mansion, a relic from a forgotten time, covered in dust and mystery. It stood on the edge of town, hidden by twisted trees and overgrown ivy.
No one dared enter, especially at night, for the townsfolk whispered of eerie happenings.
A story of a young girl named Lily, who vanished one night, leaving only her favorite doll behind.
Years had passed since Lily’s disappearance, and the mansion had been abandoned, left to rot in its haunted silence.
When I heard about this story I felt a morbid curiosity tugging at me as a person who had always been drawn to the paranormal I couldn't resist.
Determined to see if there was any truth to the tales, I ventured inside...
It was a night filled with thunder, yet no rain had fallen. The air was thick, the sky was dark and heavy. The clouds loomed, casting a shadow over everything.
With a flashlight in hand, I stepped into the foyer, the floorboards creaking under my feet. The smell of mildew and decay filled the air and shadows seemed to flicker just outside my line of sight.....until I found myself in the parlor.
There, on an old couch sat a doll in an tattered victorian dress. Its face was cracked porcelain painted with an eerie, lifelike expression. Blank eyes seemed to follow me every movement.
A faint, childlike whispering echoed through the house. I looked around but I was alone. When I turned back the doll’s hand had moved, reaching toward me. I tried to back away but some invisible force drew me closer.
Against my will, I felt my body move forward inching toward the doll. My mind screamed in panic but my body betrayed me, slowly reaching out to touch the doll's cold porcelain hand.
In that instant, my vision blurred, I felt very soul was being pulled from my body.
I tried to scream but my voice was gone, trapped inside a strange silence...
When my vision cleared I realized with horror I was seeing through the doll’s eyes. I wanted to move, to scream but I was imprisoned within the porcelain shell, trapped inside the doll.
Across from me, my own body stood wearing an unnatural smile then turned and walked out of the room. Leaving me frozen on the couch,where Lily had once sat.
Every night after that, I’ve waited so long watching and listening in silence waiting for the next curious soul.
You felt the pull, didn’t you? That same irresistible curiosity that brought me here.
It's good to have your own story isn't it?
Well,I hope you enjoy your new home..
💀What's in this episode?
Creepy dark ambient music mixed with scary horror sounds , creaking wooden house , creepy music box , evil whispers , haunted little girl singing and more.
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Ghost girl in my room
Music by alper omer esin from Pixabay
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Inspired by Husk (2011 film)
A group of friends stranded on an isolated road when a murder of crows flies into the windshield of their car. The group ventures into a nearby cornfield to look for help, only to discover killer scarecrows and a vengeful spirit.
💀What's in this episode?
Sound of rustling corn leaves mixed with sinister dark ambient music.
A threatening atmosphere of rising tension and stress.
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Inspired by Mama (2013 film)
"After a young couple take in their two nieces, they suspect that a supernatural spirit named Mama has latched onto their family."
💀what's in this episode?
Sound of the haunted house like whispering , footsteps on the floor, squeaky wardrobe open , creepy toy, music box mixed with scary dark ambient music.
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Amanda is a wife. A mother. A blogger. A Christian.
A charming, beautiful, bubbly, young woman who lives life to the fullest.
But Amanda is dying, with a secret she doesn’t want anyone to know.
She starts a blog detailing her cancer journey, and becomes an inspiration, touching and
captivating her local community as well as followers all over the world.
Until one day investigative producer Nancy gets an anonymous tip telling her to look at Amanda’s
blog, setting Nancy on an unimaginable road to uncover Amanda’s secret.
Award winning journalist Charlie Webster explores this unbelievable and bizarre, but
all-too-real tale, of a woman from San Jose, California whose secret ripped a family apart and
left a community in shock.
Scamanda is the true story of a woman whose own words held the key to her secret.
New episodes every Monday.
Follow Scamanda on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen.
Amanda’s blog posts are read by actor Kendall Horn.