Audible Illusions Novels & Stories

Coldness kissed my skin and brought shivers down my spine. I heard something I couldn’t point out. It sounded everywhere, behind the walls. I reached for the faucet and turned it off. I listened and observed the surrounding. I shrugged and the moment I opened the faucet I heard the strange sound again. It was a click-clacking sound, as though, a lady in heels was roaming around. When I closed the tap the sound stopped. “It’s just your mind playing tricks on you, Victoria,” I convinced myself.

Finally, he sat down, leaning his back towards the wall, and relaxed. After a few minutes of pin-drop silence, Aiden heard a hissing sound. He was suddenly alert and concentrated keenly on hearing the sound. After a few seconds, he heard the sound again, and this time it sounded like a snake or a rat, and what was worse was that it was coming from the same room.

, Prathvik resonated the point with Dua. Dua knew what Hallucination was. Hallucination was a perception of having seen, heard, touched, tasted, or smelled something that wasn't actually there and it was simply affected by visions or imaginary perceptions Visual hallucinations were also one of the fifth hallucinations that involved seeing things that were not there. Dua shook her head negatively. "Do you think that I am seeing a person or creating something impossible in my head", Dua asked as she was shocked by Prathvik's words because she was damn confident that Tisha was present there.

My sight adjusting quickly and letting me see some of my surroundings. There’s a sudden thud, thud, thud, that piques my attention like a sixth sense and echoes my way softly, my stomach turning with fear induced nausea as I zone into it. I hold my breath and freeze, as still as a statue, as I tune in, trying to focus all my effort on what it is. It’s less imposing than the rest of the noises, sort of dull, and heavy, and foreboding, but it’s slicing through and pulling my painful hearing it’s way, demanding attention. Getting closer, I can feel it, almost like each thud syncs with my heartbeat and my pain drops to my stomach with every bang of its intimidating noise. I tremble inside with e

His brows creased and adrenaline pumped through his vein as he walked back to the wall, this time pressing his ear against it as the unusual temperature seared the tip of his ear. Harold Girard heard whispers. Fast, furious whispers like a mother scolding her young child without trying to bring the attention of people to herself. Definitely, Prof. Ericson had lied to him. It was no cat. Whatever it was, as unrealistic as it sounded, it was coming from inside the wall. “Hello?” Harold rustled, his ears still planted against the wall. Immediately the word escaped his lips, the whisper he was hearing stopped and he felt stupid for blowing his chances at finding out what it was making the sound

He had very keen senses! When he suddenly heard an insignificant muffled sound coming from Autumn’s body, he immediately felt that something was not right. That sound sounded like a taut elastic band, suddenly snapping and breaking apart. However, since the sound was emitted from within Autumn’s clothes, when it sounded, it was at a volume that basically could not be detected by others. Despite that, thanks to Charlie’s acute sense of hearing, that sound sounded just like an elastic band had snapped directly in front of his eyes.

The air grew colder, a faint mist seeping from the cracks in the black stone. Kael noticed the shift first. The world had grown too quiet. The silence deepened—not the natural stillness of night, but an absence, like sound itself had been devoured. Then he saw it. Shadows rippling across the walls, though there was no light to cast them. They bent and twisted unnaturally, their shapes stretching long, too long, as though reaching toward the party. Liora let out a stifled gasp. “They’re moving.” Brann raised his weapon instinctively. “Illusions.”

She didn't hear the voice; she felt the vibration of the sound as a physical wave against her eardrums. As the beam struck, Audrey did not buckle. She invoked the "Law of the Mirror," a technique she had hallucinated while trapped in the deep roots of the World-Oak years ago. She didn't try to absorb the energy—that would have turned her to ash in a millisecond. Instead, she adjusted the "frequency" of her own internal resonance to match the Southern beam. She became Harmonic. The light hit her and wrapped around her. To the observers on the Bridge, Audrey had disappeared, replaced by a silhouette of liquid gold that burned brighter than the sun. She was no longer a woman; she was a refracti

I tried shaking my head sideways but stopped when I came to realize that even a slight movement would cause me to crash down from where I was lying. Then I heard a sudden thud and the sound of moving feet. After a few countable steps, it came to a halt. I tried to refine my listening skills, but I couldn’t hear a single voice or sound after a few minutes. After what seemed like an eternity, I could finally hear whispering. Then there was a sudden roar of an engine, and something moved. I could feel the movement, which made me believe I was lying down in the car seat and was being driven somewhere.

I woke up startled. Rubbing on my eyes furiously, I opened them and glanced at the time. It was a little past midnight. I just had the craziest dream... I was in a car and I just kept hearing the cry of a baby. There was no child in the vehicle when I looked but it would not stop ringing in my ears. So I stopped the car and looked everywhere for where the cry was coming from and could not find anything. I walked further into what seemed like a park and found a cradle. The sound seemed like it was coming from there and just as I was about to get to the cot, I woke up.