Clicking Sound Crossword Clue の小説・ストーリー

His silence, his punishments, his control had already painted that picture clearly. ‎ ‎I stepped back, my throat tight. Logic screamed at me to leave, to run back into the safer halls, but curiosity anchored me to the spot. I reached out again, brushing my fingertips over the knob, as though it might suddenly change its mind and turn beneath my hand. Still locked. ‎ ‎And then it came. ‎ ‎A sound. ‎ ‎Not the low hum this time. Something sharper. A click, faint but unmistakable, like metal shifting in place.

“What is that noise?” I whisper to Arabella before climbing out of bed. It is 3 in the morning and everything else is quiet except for a scratching sound in the wall. Hearing it again, we glance at each other as I walk over to the wall to investigate further. When it stops suddenly, I stand still in hopes of finding what is causing it. The minute it starts again, I rush towards the wall and then thump on it to scare whatever is inside. Then I hear it, the soft scurrying of little feet. “Shit!” I exclaim when I see the mouse run across the floor just below me.

I plead, my voice cracks. Clank a sound comes from outside my car, it sounds like somebody threw a rock at my window. I quickly dial Brandon. Five rings "hey, yo, wassup? Sorry I can't get to the phone but at least you get to hear my beautiful voice. Catch ya later" beep.

The noise from the collapsing chairs got me more terrified. What if Sylvia hears the noise? I'll be toast… I felt blood trickle down my cheek possibly from a cut on my forehead. Wait… Where was the click sound from? First thing that came to my mind was the vaults. Reba used vaults too and a 'click' sound is peculiar. I just hope… I arranged back the chairs quickly and climbed up. To my ultimate surprise, the third vault stood open. I cracked the code! My name is the code? That's weird. I was awestruck by what I saw. A jewel, a pearl necklace

I immediately dropped down on the floor, feeling my heart thumping very loudly. If I die today, please tell the person who'll meet me to bring a bucket of ice cream and the complete series of CSI. Hearing the loud sound, I knew that the 'bang' is not an ordinary 'bang' you'll hear from a slamming screen door, or a 'bang' from someone's ringtone; It is the kind of 'bang' you would hear in the movies or video games. -the one where they use guns and shit.

She nodded, then froze. I felt it too. It wasn’t a sound at first. It was… pressure. Like the air itself had shifted. Like something unseen had leaned closer. My ears pricked instinctively. Voices. Soft. Barely there. A murmur carried through metal and distance. Then a tiny, unmistakable click. Natalie’s eyes widened. “Is that—” “Ssshh,” I whispered softly, trying to listen. “But that’s—” she insisted, breath hitching.

CLANK. I heard an unusual sound in my bedroom and I snapped my eyes open forcefully, the sound being a bit too loud and suspicious to ignore but when I scanned around my dimmed up room with only the full moon's light shinning through my window, I couldn't find anything that could have produced that sound. "It must've been the wind that blew something down," I thought as I put my feet on the ground, wore my flip-flops and dragged my feet lazily to the windows that I didn't want to close previously but was made to do so due to the sound.

I quickly stop and ask Roman; "Do you hear something?" "Ummm, what do you mean, Dr. Andrews?" "Something made a click sound the moment I started to pull the rod out." "No, sorry. No one heard a thing out here. Maybe it's too soft for us to have heard it." "Okay. I am just going to continue to pull it out and see what happens." I start pulling on the rod again, and I keep on hearing the click sound. I tell Roman; "I'm telling you, I hear that click sound again."

Click! The lock produced a clicking sound, indicating that the key had opened the lock. With a low creaking noise, the door was pushed open from the outside. “Peek-a-boo!” The man jumped inside the room while pointing his flashlight inside the room. *** Without any means of communication, Sherry was completely cut off from the outside world. Her heart beat rapidly as she stared at the rattling door knob. ‘It can hold on for a bit, right?’ However, her hopes were completely crushed when she heard the clicking sound of the lock.

A dry, rhythmic sound. It’s not coming from the hallway. It’s not coming from the window. It’s coming from the wall behind the headboard. Scritch. Scritch. It sounds like a rat gnawing on wood. Or a fingernail scratching against plaster. I hold my breath. Thalia... A whisper? Or just the wind in the vents? Scritch. Scritch. It’s inside the wall. Right next to my ear.