Mr Krabs Walking Sound Effect Novels & Stories

Crunch. The not so pleasant sound of someone’s nose breaking. Before today I’m not sure that I had ever heard it, but that was the second, maybe third time within the hour, and it was something that won’t be easy to forget. Oddly enough, it was pretty similar to the sound of chips being smashed in a bag and I wondered if I’d ever be able to enjoy some sweet chili Doritos ever again without associating the two sounds together.

Maddox I heard a sound. It was subtle, yet sharp. A rustle against paper, or maybe the faint thump of a foot misstepping on the wooden floor. Then came a vibration, low and mechanical, like a phone buzzing against wood. It echoed loudly in my ears, far too loud for a normal human to catch.

I see him grabbing my wrist, pulling me out of the chair. "I went hiking last week," the real recording plays. "I want to hike your skirt up," the fake Marcus whispers. "I want to drag you into the bathroom. Against the sink. Do you want that, Mia?" "Yes," I beg, pumping the toy faster. "Yes, please." "Feel his hands on you," Echo commands. "He’s rough. He’s impatient. He rips your tights." Riiiip. Echo adds a sound effect of tearing fabric. It’s visceral.

Old ones. A sound vibrated through the wall. A low, steady hum, punctuated by tiny mechanical clicks at uneven intervals. It was faint, almost missable, but once I registered it, the noise became impossible to ignore. Tick. Tick. Tick. The same pacing Emma hummed in the car. I stopped breathing for a second, just long enough to feel my heart ramp against my ribs. I pulled out my phone and played the voice note Stella had sent earlier. Emma’s humming, steady like a metronome. We waited, side by side, Marcus and I, until the pattern aligned with the compressor hum bleeding through the cinderblock.

Then the sounds came. Dampened and muffled at first, like voices heard underwater, indistinct but present. A wooden door creaking open, a burst of obnoxious laughter from a group walking home, a low conversation threading through the air. “...definitely here...“ “...yellow doesn't go with green...“ “...Tess is such a bitch you know...“ It went on, with names I'd heard before and with unfamiliar voices. A rush of static buzzed in my ears as if I had tuned into too many frequencies at once.

Suddenly. Growl! The uninvited sound, mimicking the sound of the earth cracking, shooed silence away. It was so loud and the couple could hear it. Hue bit his lips. The unfavourable sound was so disturbing and he was brought to stand under embarrassment. Growl! The sound came again. But, it wasn't for long as silence came back. However, it wasn't the same peaceful silence that one would expect, for tension only broiled in the air.

Followed by various sound effects caused by a team of furious ladies' attacks on a good looking idiot who had no limits. *BOOM* *BANG* *Whee* *crash* "Ouch!!" Jim's friend said. *WHOOOSH* *piak" "Ouch!!" He said again. *whack* *whack* *whack* *whack* *numerous whacks* "Ouch! Ow! Oof! Uhh! Ouch!..." Numerous exclamations also followed each whacking. His vocal expressions of pain were lacklustre, though, and because the ladies knew it, their heartache was not even close to being soothed.

85. Something stopped me in my tracks but there was nothing and I was about to continue walking when the sounds picked up again. Gagging sounds. It sounded like someone was gagging and choking on something. Guttural groans and low moans indicated that someone was getting pleasured or something. The sounds were now so loud and so unhinged that I couldn't help it, my legs developed a mind of their own and they took me to the door where the sounds were coming out from.

thud* of a pair of heavy, leather-soled shoes walking toward the cellar hatch. And then, from the small plastic diagnostic clip behind the electrical panel, the landline bell began to ring again—not with the slow, muffled rasp of the deep-sea cable from Edinburgh, but with a high, clear, terrifyingly loud chime that matched the step of the boots on the floorboards above their heads, note for note, until the whole room began to vibrate with the sound.

And then, the symphony truly began. I’ve heard many things in my life. I’ve heard jet engines roar, I’ve heard the crash of the stock market, and I’ve heard the screams of my enemies. But nothing, nothing compared to the sounds coming from behind that mahogany door. It started with a series of rapid-fire reports, like a string of firecrackers going off in a trash can. Bang-pop-fizz-THUD. "Is he... is he exploding?" Luna asked, peering around the corner, still holding her purple dragon cookie.