Mengapa Telinga Seperti Ada Suara Gemuruh の小説・ストーリー

How? “Oh daddy, please don’t stop! Don’t. Don’t!!” Arghhhhh. I rolled my eyes right then. Disgusted. Pained. “I need some water,” I muttered, heading back to my kitchen now. Pushing through the headache already forming in my temples, pouring myself water. A few gulps, some to wash my face. Wash the tiredness and drink off a little, then, then my brains suddenly started functioning. “Wait a minute,” I dropped my glass, blinking. Thinking. “These sounds are not from me or my apartment. But are echoing here. So loud. So constant. Meaning only one thing here, someone was having sex.”

"No! There's something wrong with this sound. Why do I feel like it's trying to kill me?" "What is happening? Why can I still hear it even though I’ve covered my ears?!" Every ring would cause their blood circulation to go erratic. Quite a few of them felt their blood surging with the sound of the bells, and some of them even started to vomit blood. Fane furrowed his eyebrows, circulating his true energy to block the attacks brought forward by the sound. The Divine warriors in front of him had yet to move and were merely looking at him with disdain.

I muttered through clenched teeth, a vow to myself as much as a retort to them. “You're so frustrating,” the voice hissed in frustration, and a piercing, screeching noise filled the air. I stumbled to my knees, pressing my hands over my ears, desperate to block out the torturous sound. It was like a thousand knives drilling into my skull, a merciless attempt to shatter my sanity. Then, as abruptly as it began, the noise ceased, leaving behind a ringing silence. My head throbbed, and my ears rang, a dull ache reverberating through my skull. It was replaced by distant sounds of commotion, shouts, and gunshots.

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.

“Baby, wake up. We’re not home.” I tucked tousled tresses behind her ear, looking down at her cute morning face all scrunched up. “Where are we?” The dazedness hadn’t left her, and she scrubbed the sleep from her face. Her eyes widened as the irritating reality registered, and her expression dulled with the saddest frown. “Why does it sound like the noise is in the cave?” The pounding noise scraped our eardrums so wickedly that we flinched and kept our eyes squinted. Our tympanic membranes felt hammered like they would burst and bleed. The boom-ba-boom vibrations replaced the regular beats of my heart.

I whimpered, wincing at the ringing in my ears. I inhaled deeply and exhaled the air slowly, doing it three times while calming myself. I didn’t want Marga to panic if she saw me this way. As if my brain cooperated a bit with me, after a few minutes, the ringing was gone, but the throbbing still irked me.

The buzzing stops. Peace. Two seconds later—GRNNNNG! I flinch. The vibration jolts through the penthouse again. I could turn it off. I should turn it off. But my arms feel heavy, my bones jelly, and the idea of moving seems like a betrayal to my own body. So I ignore it and close my eyes again. But then—another sound. At first it’s faint, like soft murmurs. Then louder. Closer. A low rumble of voices mixed with frantic shuffling.

I am so exhausted that I just lie on the ground. I close my eyes to catch my breath, and suddenly there is this buzzing in my ear. The buzzing sound won’t stop, forcing me to open my eyes and get back on my feet. It is like I am at the end of a bad connection where multiple people are speaking simultaneously. Consciously or unconsciously I start following the buzzing sound that leads me inside the forest.

I turned and bolted feet slapping on the ground, lungs heaving, and the heat of the burn traveling down my arm like liquid fire. What the hell was wrong with me? I stepped backward, chest heaving, and hit the mirror door shut with a soft thud. The air in my room hit me like a brick. Too quiet, too still. My heart is still pounding in my ears but calmer now, less panicked. Just confused. Scared. I wrapped my burning arm around myself as the heat throbbed beneath my skin like a living entity. A humming started low in the air. Initially I believed the noise in my ears was only from the panic I experienced. A slight vibration began to move through the walls of the room itself. Buildings act this

The tingling sensation makes me feel as though my body is too small to contain me. I wake up with a piercing scream. My ears are about to fall off from the pressure and my head feels heavy. Like I've been spinning for too long, no, like it certainly wants to blow off.