Silent Night Movie Novels & Stories

I cut the stream short, the screen going black mid-sentence. The silence that followed was suffocating, my heart was still hammering when I heard it, footsteps outside. Slow, deliberate, too close to be chance, my head snapped toward the door, every muscle locking, a shadow slid across the narrow strip of light under the frame, stretching long, unmoving, waiting, my breath caught. My hands shook as I scrambled to shut off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. I crouched low, frozen, begging silently for the sound to fade.

There's something fragile about how quiet the room is. My phone rings. Timothy. I watch the name blink on the screen, and my fingers tap the green button before I can stop myself. His voice comes through the speaker, too high and yet so soft, “I miss you alrea—” I press the red button so fast, my fingers trembling. My father coughs, a sharp sound that makes my blood run cold. Did he hear?

Only silence. Fade to black.

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.

"I know I joined it but I can't remember what kind of game. All I remember is I came here and I said I was going to volunteer. But can you explain the game?" "A game where while you're asleep, your mind travels to the other world and there are things happening to you that are associated with reality. But the truth is it's just like a long dream, you'll meet other people but when you wake up you will forget everything that happened to you. " Explanation of this. "What is the title of that game?" "The game is called Silence ... or K.I.S.S" I frowned.

Oh, I'd love this. - Feeling the cold air coming from the window, I wrapped my arms around Clayton as I pull up my blankets and snuggle with him on my huge couch. We're watching a movie called The Silence of the Lambs. A detective and crime movie starring the amazing Jodie Foster. I don't know what made us pick this. Probably because Clayton is into so much crime stuff that he doesn't like to take his mind off from it. It's been an hour or so and I couldn't help but yawn. I've watched this too many times and I've always enjoyed it. But now my body seems to be drifting away to sleep.

The cicadas sing to the full moon as I stir, unable to completely fall asleep. I’d forgotten how beautifully annoying these things were. Even with jet lag falling asleep is difficult. Hmm... that’s not a cicada. Stirring again, I reached my phone as the screen lit up, my ringtone blaring into the silent room. It’s after Three AM right now... “... who the hell is calling at this...” Oh. My annoyance crumbles and a smile plasters across my face at the caller ID.

I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black. -----☆----- I could hear voices speaking but didn't know who they belonged too or what they were saying. I slowly stirred from my sleep and buried my face into the pillow. Wait, a pillow? My eyes immediately flew open and I was surrounded by white walls with pastel flowers painted on them. My hand was connected to an IV tube and the heart monitor was slowly beeping. I immediately knew I was in hospital but how I got there I did not quite know. The voices speaking were coming from outside the door and soon enough the door opened to review Dr. Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

Emma. You know that moment in horror movies where someone says "it's quiet... too quiet"? Yeah, turns out that's not just a cheesy line. Standing in my daughter's bedroom, watching darkness seep through a tear in reality while ancient beings of light swirled in panic around us, I finally understood what that phrase really meant. The silence wasn't just absence of sound – it was absence of everything. Like reality holding its breath. "Violet, honey," I said, forcing my voice to stay calm despite the fear clawing at my throat, "I need you to come to Mommy. Very slowly."