A Silence Haunts Me Novels & Stories

Whatever the reason, there was no turning back now. Suddenly, a sound shattered the silence—a haunting laughter that sent shivers down my spine. It was an unhinged laugh, filled with amusement and a touch of madness. The mere sound of it sent chills coursing through my veins, freezing me in place. The laughter seemed to echo through the room, lingering in the air like a sinister specter.

And in that moment, he woke from his dream. The room was empty, not a trace of me left behind. He clutched our photo to his chest, his voice a quiet murmur as tears fell onto the glass. "Sienna, I'm coming to join you." He swallowed the pills, a dazed smile creeping across his face. Outside, twilight wrapped around the world as the blood-red glow of the setting sun sank into the depths of night.

I was alone. The Silence wasn't a peaceful thing. It was a vacuum. It was a hungry, howling cold that began to eat at my childhood. I forgot the name of the woman who sold bread in the Outskirts. I forgot the color of the sky on the day I was rejected. I forgot the warmth of the sun-stone salve. “Endure,” I whispered, the word Nyx had given me. “Endure as the storm.” The Second Descent: The Silent Breath

​I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the red light of the tablet. ​"Welcome to the New Order, Silas," I whispered to the empty room. "I hope you brought more than a recorder. Because in this house, I’m the one who controls the silence." ​The night stretched out before me, long and jagged. I didn't go to bed. I didn't close my eyes. I sat in the dining room, a silent sentinel in a silk suit, watching the grey man’s digital shadow move across my screens.

"...me." Silence. Heavy, suffocating one.

*****************************POV: Claire********************** --- There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel safe. Not the comfortable, blanket-wrapped kind that comes after a long day. Not the sweet, post-rain hush where everything smells like earth and renewal. No, this silence is sharp. Like a knife held just out of view. And that morning, it followed me.

Her voice suddenly grew hazy in his ears, his eyes unable to stray from Dylan's gaze in his direction. His legs couldn't take a step forward or move an inch as he stared back with mind going blank before he could get a full grasp of the situation. The voices screaming something he couldn't make out slowly got blocked out as he got swallowed by the darkness inside him. Not a sound, not a sight, just the emptiness swallowing him whole and leaving him with nothing but the repeated image of Dylan's core fizzling out for the next few minutes. "...le." "Kyle!" The echo infiltrated his head.

“Is anyone here with me?” I asked, my voice steady but my heart racing. The air around me seemed to thicken, the shadows in the corners deepening as if they were listening, waiting. Silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the faint sound of my breathing. I couldn’t help but feel like an intruder in this haunted space, an unwelcome guest probing into the lives of those long gone. But as the minutes stretched into an eternity, I began to hear it—a soft, disembodied whisper, barely more than a breath.

Just like that. He vanished into the shadows, swallowed completely by the corridor's darkness. It was as if never existed. The silence stretched loudly The silence around me roared so loudly it felt like it could shatter glass. A deafening, invisible pressure pressing against my chest. It was like time itself had hit pause, like the world had stopped spinning for the sole purpose of letting me fall apart. No distractions. No noise. Just me, the quiet, and the storm tearing me up from the inside.