Novel & Cerita I Heard A Sound Fnaf

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The faint hum of footsteps outside the room became my only company, a constant reminder that I was never truly alone. Then, just as exhaustion began to pull me under, a sound shattered the silence—a deep, guttural growl that made the walls tremble. My heart leaped in my chest. That growl. I knew it. “Marcellus,” I whispered, hope surging through me. The distant sound of screams increased shouts, the clanging of weapons, and the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the ground. My entire body trembled as I pushed myself to my feet, straining to hear every noise.

I pursed my lips together, raising my eyebrows. “I will tell you who she is but for now, just trust me,” He said, wrapping his arm around my neck and we made our way into the clinic. I got into the reception. I heard a piercing sound ringing in my ears. “Do you hear that?” I asked Finn, who looked around, shaking his head. “Finn! Can you ask them to turn off—“I paused as it got louder. “Ah! Fuck!” I tried covering my ears, and he looked worried.

I got up, thinking of going to the kitchen for a glass of water, but as my fingers touched the doorknob, a strange sound echoed from outside. “What’s that?” I pressed my ear to the door, holding my breath and focusing on the sounds beyond it. A low whimper emerged, like that of a wounded animal, followed by a scream. I jumped back, my heart racing as the screams continued until they abruptly stopped. I covered my mouth with my hands, stifling the scream and tears trying to escape my throat. Heavy footsteps echoed through the mansion’s silence. A cracking sound rang out, followed by muffled groans. It was like hearing a dry branch being snapped, over and over.

Out here, an unprotected person wouldn’t survive even half the night. Just as I was drifting toward sleep, something cut through the noise. A sound. I held my breath and listened. It wasn’t just the wind. It sounded… like a voice. “Do you hear that?” I whispered, nudging Eira. She stirred, eyes half-open, then shook her head slowly, still fogged with sleep. But the sound came again. Clearer this time. Desperate. A cry for help. My heart tightened. I couldn’t ignore it.

My eyes fly open. Did I imagine it? God, I hope it was a dream. But no. There it is again. The unmistakable sound of a 9 mm being fired. Another pop. And another. Then all hell breaks loose.

I ask. “There’s someone here… no, three people,” she says, voice going tense. That’s one of her gifts—supernatural hearing. She can pick up sounds from miles away. Her head twitches again. Gem halts up ahead—she must’ve mindlinked him. We all go on alert, falling into defensive stances. “Who’s there? Show yourselves! You’re outnumbered!” Karin yells, eyes scanning the woods. Then we hear it—a deep, guttural howl. The sound of paws slamming into the ground.

That’s when I heard the noise. A steady, metallic clanking. First it was faint, a sound piped in from somewhere outside the dream: heating duct, air vent, a faulty IV. But the more I listened, the more it became the soundtrack, drowning out the room, louder than my own thoughts. Clank. Clank. Clank.

I called out again, eagerly anticipating a response. When none came, I pivoted and returned to the lounge, then I headed into the hallway. I was already parting my mouth to call my dad a third time when a faint sound carried to my ears. A mixture of curiosity and fear settled heavily on my chest. I quickened my steps as I walked down the hallway with my ears ready to pick up the slightest sound. The sound in the distance gradually became louder. It was quite similar to a slapping sound, like the sound made when someone was beating someone. And it was coming from my room.

Why was I still so weak? “Hello?” I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely more than a breath. Silence. I searched the corners of my mind, desperate for something—anything—that could explain what just happened. But I was met with nothing. Utter emptiness. Then, from a distance, I heard it. The chilling, hunting sound. A humming, eerie sound that sent ice down my spine. No. No, no, no— The Keeper. I hadn’t heard that sound since that night at my house when I hid in the panic room. I had convinced myself I was free of it, that I had escaped that nightmare long ago. But now?