Seeing Sound Novels & Stories

No warning, no window to react. I walked them through the tell. That was the part everyone went quiet for. “There is a sound,” I said. “Small. At the back of his throat. He makes it right before he moves. Not when he is thinking about it. Right before. Like a click almost. It sounds like nothing. I heard it for six months before I understood what it was.” I looked around the table. “If anyone in that room hears that sound, something is about to happen. Get clear.”

She tried to tune those sounds out and focus on the ones that were closer. Suddenly, she heard a sound that caught her attention. It was a soft rustling, like something small moving through the bushes. She listened harder, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. She could hear the sound getting closer, and she realized it was the sound of squirrels playing in the nearby trees. Excited by her success, she tried again. This time she heard a faint rushing sound, like water flowing. She focused on that sound, trying to determine where it was coming from. After a moment, she realized it was the sound of a nearby river.

We are saw him feel confused. "Kevin what are you doing?" Helen asked. "Shsttt!" Kevin put his finger in his mouth. We can only pay attention to it. "Guys, try you to hear this video well." Kevin repeated the static part of the video and enlarged the voice. "It's just a static sound," I said. "No. Hear well!" I tried closer. Oh, shit! I can hear it. The crackling sound was like the bones themselves sliding into place. Helen and I looked at each other. We were afraid.

I am not going to take a look. But as I keep walking, I keep hearing the sound. stop walking and listen more carefully. The sound is coming from behind some bushes near the bushy part of the square. It's definitely crying. Soft, quiet sobs that someone is someone is trying to make loud, but obviously does not have the ability to because they are weak

I can hear branches cracking, water moving, everything. My head spins, and my chest tightens. “That’s… that’s too far,” I whisper, my voice trembling. I can hear it. How can I hear everything? My hands start shaking. “No …no, this isn’t happening …” More sounds flood in, layered and overlapping, too sharp, too loud, too close. I stagger back, pressing my hands to my ears, but it doesn’t help. I scream as it tears me apart from within. “I can’t …” My voice breaks. “I can’t turn it off …”

A tiny, muffled sound, so quiet her ears strain to catch it. It sounds a lot like a whimper. Regina sits up in her bed, eyes wide and blood racing. She hears it again. Her eyes frantically scan the room, trying to find the source of the sound. She turns the light beside her bed on, but to no avail, as she finds her room empty of anything that could be making the sound. A small, muffled thump. Muffled, like it’s from elsewhere. Like it’s- -from the next room.

So, I think of getting back from where I have come from. But as soon as I try to walk away from there I hear some weird sounds. The sounds of bowling wolves. The sound of barking dogs aloud, the sound of snipers like they are killed with those snipers. The sound is quite terrifying that my feet stops on the same place in the ground and I couldn't move my feet forward and even backward. The sound increases with the sounds of loud cries of a man wailing in pain. Am I the only one who is listening all this?

There is a deafening silence as we listen to a noise coming from the outside. Because of the growing silence, we hear the sound of footsteps as if its leaving. A few moments later, we hear the sound of a door opening and then closing. We also hear the sound of a car engine being turned on. After some minutes, we hear the sound of a car leaving.

Everywhere blurs. I blink hard, but it only seems to make things worse, forcing my lids almost shut until my eyes are nothing but thin, miserable slits fighting for a pinprick of focus. Suddenly, a fine, searing wire snaps inside the confines of my skull. It isn’t loud, not in the way thunder or shouting is loud, but it is absolute. It is a sharp, tiny sound, like a high-pitched screech that happens when a microphone picks up the amplified sound coming from its own speaker, creating a continuous loop.

Finally, he sat down, leaning his back towards the wall, and relaxed. After a few minutes of pin-drop silence, Aiden heard a hissing sound. He was suddenly alert and concentrated keenly on hearing the sound. After a few seconds, he heard the sound again, and this time it sounded like a snake or a rat, and what was worse was that it was coming from the same room.