Sonic Creepy Novels & Stories

The FBI agents swarmed around us, checking equipment, scanning for signals, searching for whatever had triggered my daughter’s sudden panic. “Sonic frequency,” Grace said suddenly from her corner of the hotel suite. She’d been so quiet I’d almost forgotten she was there. Now she stood, walking toward us. “Robert used it on his targets. Infrasound—you can’t hear it, but it creates terror, panic.” “Shut down all devices,” Agent Carter ordered the room sharply. “Now!” Nick yanked cords from walls while agents deactivated equipment. Fleur’s screams gradually subsided, replaced by hiccupping sobs against my shoulder.

Red and huge and terrible. Its light poured down on me like a waterfall. The power kept building. My skin felt too tight like it could not contain what was inside me. The moon mark burned hotter and hotter. I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out at first. Then when the scream finally came it did not sound like me at all. It sounded like something else. Something ancient and powerful and not entirely human. The sound echoed through the forest and I heard animals in the distance running away. "Almost there" Eldric shouted "she is almost through the worst of it"

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Lucifer said that Sirens were used to lure sailors at sea, and I know how to heal. Maybe I can use my voice somehow. I look around the dark cavern to see if Sahara, Marina, or those monsters are around, but it's quiet. Taking a few deep breaths, I begin to hum softly. I'm too scared to sing out loud. Who knows what will show up if it hears my song. At first, nothing happens, then the scurrying creatures stop. They all turn and face me, listening intently. My heart speeds up as panic threatens to set in. I don't know what the things will do considering how corrupt my power is, but I continue to hum. The creatures move closer, their insect antennas standing on end. It's seriously creepy. Some

And my gentle blue eyed boy forgotten for the time being. Wrapping my hand around his arm, Lucas pushes the door open as I take a big step into a completely unknown world of demons and devils. The room, once full of chat and mirth, fell into a deadly silence as we stood in the doorway. It felt like every eye in room fell on them. We step further into the crowd, the sound of the door closing behind them reverberating harshly around the silent room. “I’m so glad you could make it, niece.” A sinister voice sounded from behind us.

He swelled into a rippling mass of nightmarish muscle, a man, lizard, and a snake—something ancient, primal, and evil. Carolyn went deathly cold at the sight. “Listen BITCH! I get what I want! ALWAYS! I AIN’T about to be stopped by you! LET! ME! OUT!” The ice, flooded by great splashes of eldritch green light, shook and heaved. Carolyn closed her eyes, plugged her ears and screamed back. “GO AWAYYYYYYYYYY!”

A lot of them must have died, and they clearly remembered my part in their downfall. “What’s through the tunnels?” I asked Sonny. “Better you don’t know.” He really was a huge pain in the arse. “Really? You think I can’t handle it? What is it, a monster? A ghost? A huge pile of crap where you guys take a dump?” “All three, actually,” said Sonny in a flat voice that made it impossible to tell if he was taking the piss or not. “Nicopez, is this the altar?” He raised his head from the ground and nodded.

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

Then A sound. Faint. Almost impossible to hear. Music. Silence gripped the corridor. Because music made no sense. None. Not down here. Not underground. Not in a hidden facility. Yet it was unmistakable. A piano. Soft. Melancholy. Beautiful. Wrong. Very wrong. Cassian looked horrified. "The horror movie just got worse." Nobody argued. Because he wasn't wrong. The music continued. Drifting through the corridor. Leading deeper underground. Like a lure.

The creepy song that rang in the abandoned hall causes for the second victim to shiver-Gaia--little sister of the one of Ayarra victims, the victim that was suspected of taking drugs before death. When it is night and there is darkness in your room You hear a sound with sharpened ears Then it is me 'cause I return from time to time And I have heard your silent tears Unting unting tumutulo ang luha niya dahil alam niyang totoo ito.