Batman Noises Novels & Stories

Yeah, I will do that. I started walking down the lonely, quiet street and I tried distracting myself from the scary feeling the darkness and silence the night brings by pressing my phone hoping soon enough a cab would drive by but that never happened instead I started hearing strange noises and it just seemed so scary. I quickened my steps, walking faster and even taking corners. It was more like a panic mood triggered by me being much afraid because I knew there was no way I could actually outwalk the darkness and noises of the night. That's just not possible. Soon enough though my body and mind adjusted to the scary noises and I came to the conclusion it was probably insects sounds or bats

Something that had not defeated his enemy, but had cleaned it. Then, a new sound broke the silence. A soft, rhythmic *thump… thump… thump…* It was coming from the courtyard below. It was the sound of a heavy staff striking the stone flagstones, a sound that was slow, deliberate, and utterly out of place.

How did it matter to me if Ryan Bane was or wasn't in his study. When I peeked, to my relief, the room indeed was empty. I tried calling every member in the household, one by one. None of them replied. I was about to turn back, thinking that it might have been a stray cat or even a rat when suddenly I heard it again. It was like something was knocking desperately on a surface. Something like a door. I looked around. There was no sign of wind. The atmosphere was absolutely static, so where was this noise coming from?

All I could think of was getting to the border gate and then to the cars and hopefully, I’d make it out of here alive! I turned the last corner, hope sparking in my chest as I saw the gate ahead. Then it came. A growl so low and deep, it seemed to rumble from the very belly of the earth. My blood turned cold. Whatever made that inhuman and monstrous sound was definitely not a wolf. It sounded like something way deadlier. Suddenly, thousands of bats erupted from the shadows above; screeching, writhing and fleeing.

But this man—this Leo—felt like **noise**. He was breathing fast, the sound harsh and ragged in the white silence. His black jacket was made of a material I didn't recognize—something synthetic and shiny, stained with what looked like coffee and grease. The smartphone in his hand was cracked, its screen flickering with a ghost of a map and a dozen missed calls.

Bang! Two consecutive loud sounds bellowed.

"But they can hear your heart beat. If you are loud... they get hungry." Thump. A sound from the back of the sub. A footstep. A heavy boot hitting metal grating. Thump. Thump. Ben dropped the wrench. It hit the floor with a clang that sounded like a church bell in the silence. "Oops," Ben whispered. In the corridor, fifty pairs of white, eyeless eyes turned toward the control room simultaneously

She waited, her heart hammering against her ribs, but the silence returned. "Rats," she whispered to herself. "Great. I’m paying three thousand a month to live with rodents." The next night, the sound returned, but it was different. It wasn't the frantic, rhythmic scurrying of a clawed animal. It was slow. Deliberate. It was the unmistakable sound of a fingernail—long and sharp—dragging across the plaster. Skreeeeee. It was a high-pitched, piercing noise that sent a violent shiver down Lin’s spine.

Panic takes over the place caused by the sudden light out that the thugs started to hesitate on what to do. "Here!" The sub-leader tries to regather his group but before they could gather a certain sound can be heard from afar. Most of the thugs heard the sound. "Quiet!" Letting the silence take over they quietly listen to the sound. For a couple of seconds of focusing their ears, they finally heard it clearly. The sound keeps getting louder. *Bark! bark! bark! bark! bark!* "Could this be... You son of a bitch!" "Dogs!?" *Bark! bark! bark! bark!* The sounds of dogs barking can finally be heard.

He tilted his head, listening beyond the sounds of the soldiers searching the rooms. There it was again. Taptaptap, taptaptap, tap-tap-tap, taptaptap, taptaptap, tap-tap-tap… It was too deliberate to be accidental, the sound metallic and high pitched. Metal striking against metal, echoing through the empty hallways. “I hear it,” Talen agreed. “Silence!” He cupped his hands around his mouth and roared the word. The soldiers froze. Taptaptap, taptaptap, tap-tap-tap…