Clicking Sound Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The first time I noticed it, I told myself it was nothing. A faint clicking sound. Small. Quick. Like a fingernail tapping against glass. I was standing in my office reviewing a document when I heard it again. Click. I froze. The room was still. The windows were closed. The air conditioner hummed softly from the ceiling. My desk lamp cast a clean circle of light across the wood. Click. I slowly lifted my head. “Who is there?” I asked calmly, even though my chest had tightened without permission.

Acasia I noticed two things at once. Cold stone beneath my body that has me shivering and a loud clicking noise that irritates me to death. Click. Click. Click. My foggy brain quickly noticed something else. The smell. It's bad. Putrid, death. It was horrible and I couldn't figure out why I hadn't noticed it immediately. Click. Click. Click.

Click. My barriers fell apart, just as a hundred of the hunters arrows whizzed through the air, heading at me. Shit, wide eyes and in complete shock I managed to put up the barrier just in time as the arrows bounded off my invisible shield, seconds away from hitting me. My eyes darted back to the witch and I notice she had stepped closer towards me. She smiles a crooked grin at me and raises her eyebrows and once again her fingers click, the sound which should have been impossible to hear over the roaring and growling of the fight, sounded like it was made right beside my ear.

CLANK! His feet encased in black shoes made a loud clicking sound against the tile surface as he stomped one step below and came to the living room of the Clan House. There didn't come any other reverberating CLANK as the clicking of his shoes soon got suppressed by the long carpet that spread from the start of the living room all the way to the stairs.

I could hear him cussing behind me. But that’s when I heard another sound and stopped moving. The distinct sound of the click of a gun.

Then, a sound that cut through the silence. It was tiny—a soft, sharp clink against the windowpane. I froze completely. I didn't move an inch. I thought it might have just been a beetle or a stray bit of gravel caught in a sudden gust of wind. Clink. There it was again. It was deliberate. Rhythmic. Someone was throwing small pebbles at the glass to get my attention.

So was I. A strange sound rose from somewhere beyond the rocks. It was low at first, like wind dragging chains through a narrow place. Then it sharpened into something that made the skin along my arms rise. Not a scream. Not a howl. A grinding, hungry sound, wet at the edges, followed by a clicking that came too fast and too many times to belong to one mouth. The hollow woke around us.

The sound came again. I straightened immediately, my eyes scanning the room even though there was nothing to see. “Did you hear that?” I asked quietly. “Yes,” Kade replied. His voice had dropped lower now. He was more alert abd we both went still. Then the sound came again. It was a soft click from somewhere behind the wall. My chest tightened. “That’s not good.” “No,” Kade said. “It’s not.” I pushed myself off the wall and moved toward where I thought the sound came from. My fingers brushed against the surface, searching for anything that felt out of place.

A bone chilling inhuman noise they make when they find their prey. Days of dodging and hiding from them had allowed us time to learn a few things about them. The ungodly scream they would let loose tended to be a way of alerting others to the possibility of souls to take. Then when they were calm, they tended to produce odd clicking noises; much like a velociraptor. Almost as if they were communicating, kind of like: "Hey have you seen anyone worth eating?" "Nah. But it's a nice day to trudge about."

I looked down at my pendant. "And this?" "It was part of what they were trying to protect." I touched the small metal pendant. "What does it open?" Daren shook his head. "We still don't know." Suddenly, Rose grabbed my arm. "Tessa." I looked at her. "Did you hear that?" "Hear what?" She pointed toward the back window. A faint clicking sound came from somewhere inside the car. Click. Click. Click. Daven immediately turned around. "What is that?" We searched the seats.