Heavy Wind & Indoor Rain Sounds | Haunted House | 3 hours

Thanks for these. Really help with my focus when writing, or masking my tinnitus.

This video is an all-time classic!🤘👻

And then the rain comes in naturally?! OMG. ❤❤❤❤

Fantastic. So well done. More videos in this world need such well done wind. Just beautiful

And tell mr Scrooge upstairs to keep the noise down please.

I could drift into the afterlife listening to this beautiful sound. But could you bank the fire up for me, thanks.

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Definitely AMNESIA : The Dark Descent VIBES 🌧️🏚️🌧️

I like being alone and it looks like a good alone place

Count Vlad Dracula lives here.

Good sleeping for me! Sounds better than those thumping, booming, hard super low bass car speakers passing by your neighborhood at 2 in the morning.
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I am not sleeping overnight in this house ! 😮

The WINNER! Best Halloween ambient video <3

My fav

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THERE'S SOMETHING GREAT ABOUT ABANDONED HOUSES WITH FIRES LIT AND FLAMING PUMPKINS!!

I think I heard a bath or a sink turn on in the distance at one point. Spooky...yet oddly soothing

This house would sell instantly on Zillow

Why my brain finds this relaxing I dont know but my family n’ friends will never know

Is this a Russian house??? Are there Bubbayagas??

I feel like they should move the chair and all the other stuff on the carpet rug, and there who get to a beautiful sex scene by the fire, That would so lovely to do.

Saudades de ficar sozinho em casa no inverno na época de ventania

Love this!!!!!

What video game is this taken from?

It could be😉

Beautiful 👌

Man I remember I used to watch this for comfort 3 years ago…

Reminds me of my grandfathers 1700's farm house. Man, the stories I've heard. Never had a good dream about the place.

Subbed 🎉😊

Reminds me of (and I miss) the original fixed camera Resident Evil games before they got Michael Bay'd 😆 🤣

Just perfect for sleeping

The most played track in my sleep sound playlist. Can’t sleep without it.

I love the sound. Reminds me of the house I grew up in.

I'm going to go to sleep holdfast if you hear something wake me up

Fantastisch 🙂

Thank you soooo much! I have slept so good because of this video!

Thanks its helps me sleep

Place looks like Scrooge's place. All's missing is Marley.

My house sounds exactly like this at night, we have some visitors every year, but when I talk to them they pretend they don't hear me and when I yell at them or touch them they runaway scared. It is hard.

So cool! :D

looks pretty chill to me

ماشاءاللہ.

Dance for the Tyrant
She had hooded eyes as dark as the coals beneath her feet that simply needed no kohl lining. The clothes fitted to her lithe figure had been draped on with great care but were made to blend in with the countless jewelry crisscrossed about her. She had the true poise of a dancer, carrying herself in grace of a fallen royal. And when she danced the jewelry across her hip conversed with the music almost shyly.
As the tall doors to the bed chamber fell open, the music from the piano echoed through the high ceilinged chamber along with the sizzling of the coals beneath her. He stood at the entrance motionless in pristine evening clothes as his lady of the evening moved elegantly around the fuming section of their bed chamber. He looked out of the place without a single blemish on him. A crowd followed in after him, she had asked for witnesses. She wanted the whole world to know where her heart housed.
There was no need for secrecy. He always walked into the pleasure house with his head held high; he held his stance during the day for the empire so was it so great a crime for him to seek serenity during the night?
She wished what she saw in his eyes for her were love, she truly did even as she knew better. Her feet spoke to the music notes in the air as her body conversed with the music. She danced on and on, her form never quivering even though as she had to battle to maintain her face; the heat burning through her delicate skin. She was made to dance, the best of the skill but even she had not been taught precedently to dance on burning coal.
He stood anesthetized by her sentiments for him; the root of which ran deeper than any blade or flame could ever pull out. The flute joined in along with the piano, the tune instigaing her to dance along further. The sparks from the coals licked through her flesh almost lazily, as if knowing this lover would not run away too soon. Her grace showed even as she felt herself burning. She danced like she’d been taught to, smiling every time her eyes met her nightly companion’s light eyes even across the shadows on his face. She had enough practice of dancing from a young age; brought up to be loved by several but never held during the day.
He would not jump in to get her away. She knew that too well. The beloved emperor could not afford to get deep burns or the empire could meet its downfall.
On and on her hips swayed to the music carried her even as the temperature of the room increasing by several degrees. Her belly chains making their own music. Her lady stood by mouth hanging open in shock and disappointment, refusing to believe her own eyes as their most frequented artisan ruined the soles of her feet earning scars which would never fade having kissed the flames once. “Yali” she mouthed, devastated.
Yali could almost hear the next words: ‘Who will love you now that you have charred your skin for another man?’
But Yali did not need another lover, the emperor alone made sure the brothel was well taken care of for his nightly person resided there and this was her only income.
The crowds’ eyes moved from the dancer to the man who had taken a seat by the bed and had moved from the entrance now. When the sole lights casted by the flaming charcoals finally lit his face, his face revealed to be as impassive as ever. He was merely calmly watching the scene unfold. Did the emperor, His Majesty set her up to this? He surely never suggested nor fathomed such a thing.
The emperor cared for her. He truly cared for the one who warmed his bed on nights when the world decided to stow her burdens on his shoulders. He needed her by his side on nights when his wife, the empress only added further to his weary loads. He cared for her just enough to not overturn the empire, just enough to not lay by her as dawn broke even when his once marriage of love to the empress threatened to throttle him. He cared for her… but she knew he could also find her replacement if she were ever to be gone.
Behind walls he was known as a tyrant on battle grounds, never ceasing to throw even his dearest ones to ensure they still won; that he still won. He was said to lack emotions but Yali knew he cared, just cared about majority over a precious one.

Why did she take up this task then?
Yali had no solid answer to this question. All she knew was she had taken one look at His Majesty’s sleeping form and decided she wanted to express how much she loved him and there was truly no better way.
She still thought this was the best choice even as she felt the scorching heat reach her constricted chest. Still she kept her smile on, doing her best to hold in.
She continued to dance the night away even as the musicians grimaced at her state. Yali knew she must look far from pretty by now. She had asked the women to apply the least makeup today as she knew it would all melt away. She had asked for more cheery jewelry instead. The sisters; as she called them had looked at her in surprise as she almost always refused to put on too much jewelry but had happily decked her up having heard she was going to perform for the emperor today. They knew it would be some sort of love confession to the man, having asked for audience but even they trembled by the door having looked at the state of her.
Despite the audience’s terrified hushed silence, the jewelry across her lithe figure met each other and created chimed beautifully, almost as if it were a language to only be spoken behind the closed doors of the bed chamber of two star crossed lovers. The onlookers looked away at such bashful euphony.

Only when the music came to an end did she stop. Even so, she continued till the last beat.
And when she stopped to bow gracefully, a flame in her eyes that could not be overthrown even by the harsh flames beneath the charring coals. The emperor’s breath almost hitched; almost. Her eyes were glued to his even as she slowly made her way across the room, almost as if there were no coals and it was all an illusion. But looking closer at her anyone could tell she’d been to hell and back. All of her dark hair obediently cascading down across her dainty back. Her face flushed red and damp. He stood up when she was few steps away from him still and the room gasped, surely their emperor His Majesty standing up before someone.
Yali’s face relaxed further as she stepped away from the coal as though her dance persona had melted away and she’d been left bare; the raw her and only for her lover.There was an almost unmistakable hint of rush at her pace as she reached him. it was then that her body decided to give out, her eyelids shutting themselves at their own accord as the emperor caught her in his arms. None of it mattered as she had finally gotten what she’d wanted.
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This is sooooo relaxing,I can’t keep my eyes open!

Don't let the fire go out!👻👻👻

Great dark atmosphere, good sound, great.

I wish I was in that room right now!