I Heard A Sound Fnaf Novels & Stories

Maybe it was calling to me, pulling me toward it before I could think twice. I walked across the room, reached out, and touched the water with one finger. A single ripple danced across the surface. Then, my ears blared with the sound of an alarm that was high and low all at once, piercing through my skull, ringing so loud I had to slam my hands over my ears and even that wasn’t enough. Shit. I turned, preparing to make a run for it, when I heard the sound of a familiar voice filtering through the noise. “Zane?”

I mimicked his moves, the unfamiliar weight of the knives surprisingly comfortable in my grasp. Suddenly I gasped, eyes widening. A faint thud, thud, thud echoed in my mind. It was faint, like a heartbeat from across a crowded room, but Rufus had been right. I could hear things from far away. "What was that?" Rufus asked, noticing the shift in my expression. I concentrated, straining to decipher the sound. It was definitely footsteps, but they were far off. Were they getting closer? It was hard to tell. Fear prickled at my skin. Who could be coming?

" That seemed unlikely. I'd been with her the entire trip and she seemed very happy all the time we were together, yet I could swear she was crying. It sounded like she was trying to stifle her sobs by holding her breath. There would be silence for maybe a minute and then she would release her breath in a slow controlled gasp. Then I heard another sound that I was unable to identify. It was a rhythmic sound coming from her side of the room. It seemed muffled and then I realized it was coming from under her covers. What on earth is she doing?" I slowly turned in my bed and strained me ears and eyes to try to figure out what she was doing there in the dark. I was able to just make out her shap

Worse, I could be expelled for dragging them down. My pulse quickened. I reached to unbutton my shirt, preparing to shift. I had to. But then—a sound. A sharp, distinct crack, like something snapping in the undergrowth. I froze, tilting my head toward it. “What was that?” I asked aloud. “I don’t know,” Phina answered, just as unsure. Shaking it off, I resumed my pace—only for another sound to reach me seconds later. A different sound. Subtle. Strange.

I take a deep breath telling myself it's not my problem what they deliberately did with their planet, when I hear a weird sound, almost like a groan. "Nah, it can't be, not here." I assure myself that I must've imagined it. After a few steps further into the greenery, I hear it again, more clearly this time. It's like someone is crying. The source of the sound it's not far away and I follow the sniffing, a bit anxious in the direction it led, walking almost blindly in the dark too curious to see who this anomaly is. The sobs are getting louder and louder. Swiftly, I push a leafy branch that cuts in my way and then, on the other side of the pavement, I see her.

Evan explained in a ramble. “Now she won't wake up!” I shouted out. Barron and the others had crowded around us, and some had crouched down while others sat on the ground. They looked just as worried as I felt. “What was the sound like?” Savannah asked. “It was a mixture of things all muddled together,” Evan answered. “Try your best to describe it,” Traian added. “I could hear a howl in there and a growl, too,” Evan explained. “And a weird version of a hiss,” I shouted out.

Nania's POV I first heard a loud thud that made water splashing sounds, before hearing another one that was cut short, as if something had clogged my ears, stopping me from hearing more. I couldn't feel anything, but I was certain that I was dragged down by something into an endless pit.

I felt more alive than I ever had, then I heard it. A low mournful tone that chilled my soul and vibrated my bones. It was the same sound I had heard the night after the blizzard, the night I had followed the moonlight and silence into the forest. The cry I heard in the before dawn twilight after Maisie’s death and earlier today. Terrified, I realized it wasn't the sound of the winter night, it was something much worse. It sounded again, much closer this time, and was followed by a thundering of great feet.

The world around me dipped and twisted, light fading in and out like a dying candle. Then— it all went quiet. No wind. No insects. Just a heavy, ringing silence pressing against my skull. Until something slipped through it. A sound. Soft. Muffled. Like it was coming from underwater. A giggle. My eyes widened, unfocused. “What…?” My voice barely came out. The sound drifted again—faint, distant, wrong. It wasn’t coming from the forest. It wasn’t coming from anywhere around me. It was inside my head…

The silence pressed heavily, broken only by the faint hum of traffic blocks away then I heard it. A sound so faint I thought it was in my head, a baby’s cry. High, wavering, muffled, as if it came from behind a wall. I froze, my pulse detonating all over again. My hand shot to the strap of the document bag I still clutched, like the sound itself might rip it away. “Noah” My voice cracked. “Do you hear that?” He stilled. His jaw tightened as the sound floated again, sharper this time. A cry I knew better than my own heartbeat.