Seeing Sound Novels & Stories

I called out, a sense of urgency in my voice, as I instinctively moved in the direction of the sound. From the depths of the bathroom, Guila’s voice echoed back to me, breaking the stillness. “I’m in the shower,” she shouted, her words reaching me like an echo through the tiled walls. It was in that instance of realization that I connected the dots: the auditory sensation I had picked up was indeed the rhythmic symphony of water cascading onto the bathroom floor.

Now he's teaching her how to pick faint sounds. "Close your eyes and focus Luna, there is a stream nearby. I want you to listen well to the sound of water running and tell me where it is". Annaliese nods and closes her eyes, listening closely. Nothing. All she hears is the sound of animals, leaves rustling and wind blowing. It must have been ten minutes before she finally speaks up. "I can't hear anything". "Clear your mind, let your heartbeat slow down and listen carefully". "Listen to the echoes resounding, it might be faint but It's there. You just need to pick it up".

She said as she took a sip of the water to calm her coughing. He shrugged, “It is not something I do purposefully, I can just hear them like you hear a person talking. If two people were talking beside you, and their voices can reach your ear you will eventually hear them talking, and you will know whatever they are talking about.” He said and she frowned.

Then I heard the last sound I wanted to hear. For a second, I shook it off because I thought it was my imagination. I can't remember how many times I've woken up in the dark, thinking I heard something. I'm just imagining. I stood very still and listened attentively to the sounds around me. Being unable to see sharpened my hearing, but I couldn't pinpoint the source of the noise. It's everywhere. I reluctantly breathed shallowly so as not to be distracted from the search. I heard it again. Definitely a woman. Are you crying? No, it's something else. There's a scream, yes, part of it reminiscent of pain, but it rests on the wave of an even more pristine sounding sequence. Sweat dripped into l

The screeching sound that had jolted her awake once again as she was slipping into unconsciousness and then waking up. The painful screeching sound lingered in her ears, a haunting echo of the terror she had experienced. Her vision was strongly blurred, and her head throbbed with pain. It was as if her senses had been overwhelmed, but her heart was beating the heaviest and the loudest, which was leaving her completely disoriented and confused. Her ears hurt. They hurt a lot. Florence's ears were throbbing with pain. The discomfort was intense, causing her significant distress.

I couldn't see nor hear any sound of anything. Something made a cracking sound all of a sudden, I'm sure I heard that. I turned to see if I could see what was there, but I saw nothing still. I couldn't go any further, as I had to return to the entrance, searched for the switch because I knew switches are mostly placed by the door side. My hands trailed on the wall, yet, nothing. Not even one switch. Suddenly, a shrieking sound blasted in the room, breaking the hot and dead silence. I shrieked, held my head, feeling like something was coming upon my head in a fast motion as the sound came from above me.

I closed my eyes and that’s when my senses kicked in and I heard what he was talking about. The sound of something being dragged, then groaning as the dragging resumed.

I said. I was about to step forward when Gregory suddenly held my arm. “Wait,” he said softly, then continued, “Listen to the air in the room." Obeying his order, I closed my eyes and focused my hearing ability on the air in the room. At first, I couldn't hear anything, but after a few seconds, I noticed bright blue images form in my head. I could hear sounds from underneath the floors and within the walls, and these sounds formed bright blue images that looked like arrows, spares, and large holes.

Usually he looked calm and in control. Now I saw a crack in his calm. His jaw twitched slightly. His eyes narrowed, the skin around them tightening up. Fear. It sent a chill down my spine. That was even colder than the fear that had gripped me from the knocks. Before I could speak everything changed. Footsteps. Not imagined. Not guessed. I could hear them even when they were behind a wall or underground or really far away. Four sets. You can hear the leather creaking every time someone moves. There's a metal buckle that keeps brushing against the fabric making a soft scratching sound. Someone's breathing. It sounds like their nose is a bit blocked.. If you listen really closely you can hear

A sound on the mate bond. I feel my eyes light up, the heat building up behind them, and then the sound comes once again, a deep, mirth-filled, husky laugh. I chase that sound mentally, wanting it to start from the beginning, wanting to hear it again but I can only hear it continue and then it dies out. It’s…