Screaming Into The Void Novels & Stories

The words tumbled out of me before I could stop them. “Help!” I screamed, my voice cracking against the empty space. “Help!” My voice echoed, but it sounded wrong—small, swallowed by the darkness around me. I screamed again, and again, until my throat burned and my lungs ached. Each call felt weaker than the last, as if the darkness itself was consuming the sound. No one answered. No footsteps. No voices. Nothing. Eventually, the silence became unbearable. My body sagged, exhaustion creeping in. My throat was dry, painfully so, and I swallowed hard, but it did nothing to ease the thirst clawing at me.

But I keep on sucking. To keep from crying out any louder, you put your fist in your mouth and scream into it. Your thighs quivered and shake and you gasped for breath. Crying out to me now: "SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!! YOU HAVE TO SUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME BABY!!. SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!!! OHHH GOD BABY!! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER DAM IT!! OHHH YES!!! LIKE THAT!! JUST LIKE THAT!! AHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH. YESSSSSSSSSS. JESUS!! THAT'S IT!! OH GOD YES!! THAT"S IT!! YESSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

My voice was hoarse, but my fury gave it strength. He raised one eyebrow, lips parting as if to speak—but then he stopped. Because from somewhere deeper in the endless maze of doors, a voice cried out. A scream. “I want to go out from here! Please—help me!”

With every fiber of their being, they released a gut-wrenching scream that reverberated through the empty halls. The sound tore through the silence, echoing with raw intensity. It was a scream that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand sorrows, each piercing cry a release of pent-up emotions. The walls seemed to tremble in response, as if bearing witness to the sheer desperation and pain encapsulated in that single, agonizing sound.

SARA "Shut the fuck up!" I screamed at the empty air, desperately wishing that I could somehow drown out the persistent, mocking voice echoing in my head. But that tiny, nagging voice refused to give in or grant me a moment of peace. It kept going and going, a rhythmic pounding against my skull that was slowly driving me toward madness.

My voice echoes back. Just how big is this place, just how empty is it. My anxiety bubbles inside me as the seconds tick by. I keep walking, desperately hoping I'll find the end of this hell. Suddenly, sharp piercing screams erupts throughout the room. My eardrums feel as though they are about to erupt, this throws me off balance causing my knees to buckle and they hit the ground hard. Pain immediately sprouts through my body. Tremors wreck through my body. Despite it being useless, I try to shield my ears from the menacing scream, hoping for some silence. This does nothing, I feel vibrations wrecking through my body. "Please, please stop." I murmur.

The figure lunges. A scream rips from my throat, the sound shattering the stillness.

Not safe. Wake up. Alone. The pulse inside me surges violently, bright light spilling outward from my stomach. The figure recoils sharply. The illusion shatters completely. And I am falling. Falling through darkness. The last thing I hear before the void swallows me— Is Dylan’s voice. Not calm. Not gentle. Screaming my name.

The fact is that if I will be seen by such creature my demise would be imminent. It was rather odd that En was quite in this whole endeavor. He might be trying to contact the powerful being in order to help me or he’s just busy with trying to block the maddening whispers that were trying to invade my mind. I scratched my ears as the insistent buzzing due to the miasma made my ear itchy, like listening to an ASMR but instead of sweet nothings all you could hear were maddening screams of those who were taken and there urge to join them in there maddening cacophony.

Standing at the corner of the stage, he stared across the vacant spaces laid in the open with a longing gaze. He wondered if she would show up tonight. "Brandon, is the pen drive with you?" A guy with spiky hair and torn jeans shouted from the side wing, his voice cutting through the loud, ongoing beats. "It's on the black table! Put it on now, Leo!" As soon as the melancholic rhythm drifted to Kyle's ears, a thick and sour lump formed in his throat. The bottle slipped from his grasp, rolling away and leaving a trail of spilled liquid. His eyes gradually welled up with tears. Just as he was about to blink them away, Clover's voice rang in his head.