Clicking Sound Crossword Clue นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Elara Vance The sound was thin, rhythmic, and impossibly sharp. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. It wasn't the sound of a branch against a window or the settling of an old house. It was the sound of a fingernail or something harder dragging slowly across the grain of the door’s outer panel.

Grisha's attention was immediately drawn to the sound, ~CLANK ~CLANK ~CLANK ~CLANK ~CLANK ~CLANK The clash was sharp and sudden, like a thunderbolt splitting the air, and yet it echoes on, the sound elongating and fading into a low rumble. This sound was more familiar. Although it was sufficiently far, yet Grisha decided to take cover. "Someone else is here too?" Grisha uttered in surprise, "Shit!! was I being followed??"

Big Elijah’s voice boomed, silencing us both. He was standing near the hallway, his head tilted, his eyes narrowed. "Do you hear that?" We all went silent. At first, there was nothing but the distant sound of a siren and the hum of the refrigerator. But then, I heard it. A faint, rhythmic click... click... click... It was coming from the sofa. Elijah walked toward the furniture, his movements slow and deliberate. He reached down, pulling back the heavy fabric of the base. His face went gray.

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.

I held my breath, my eyes filled with tears as i turned it on, with its other shorter end tending to my clit. I started with the lowest speed and then gradually work my way up. At this moment,my moans could definitely be heard from the gates of this mansion. Thankfully, everyone was asleep unless if they're also busy like me. I keep on going as my body adjusted to the intensity. Enjoying the tantalizing sensation it offers. I was lost in the moment, when i heard a clicking sound, which made me froze. That was the sound of the door to my room. I turned and saw it closed, but i was so sure i heard that right. Does that means some one was there?

Juliet Diaz:- The noise of my palm hitting his cheek in the busy Venice path was as loud as a gunshot. People stopped talking and the place went silent. Conversations halted. Forks dropped. And then, I hear clicking sounds over and over again. I was paralyzed when I heard that. That clear sound as several safety switches are opened. Guns.

Trying hard to not do as he normally would not, especially as is under these circunstances these past few days, he closes the door to his study, the sound of it as it clicks shut behind him not doing enough to distract him from the way his mind's running around. That small, almost insignificant clicking sound feels kind of final, like a period at the end of a sentence that neither of them had the courage to say out loud.

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

he said while trying to remember the password of his friend's garage. The garage was lock accessible by the outside with a hidden password in it. Good thing he was the one who created it when his friend ask his help installing a password in it. He was already hearing those weird sounds of the living-dead. He really need to move quickly. He press unto the numbers and it suddenly, 'CLICK!' and that was the sound of the door of the garage and it was slowly opening.

Walking back to La Carmont with hasty steps and cautious eyes. Lumalalim na masyado ang gabi at gusto ko naring matulog uli. At the thought of sleep, a yawn escaped from my mouth. A few more meters to walk before I'd reach the gate. Mas binilisan ko pa lalo ang paglalakad ko dahil gustong-gusto ko ng makabalik uli sa silid ko. At nang sa wakas, umabot na'ko sa tapat ng gate, I was about to push open it but my hand went frozen when I suddenly heard that familiar clicking sound of some metal right behind me. That clicking sound of a gun being released from its safety lock!