Sonic Exe Screams Novels & Stories

Ezekiels train of thought was cut short as he suddenly realized that he and his mother had arrived at the mortal's sick room. The first thing that hit him was of course the sound as the man on the other side screamed again. A high scream far from the high pitched scream of a woman and more like a breathless skydiver. But still with a hard edge of hysteria and pain that sliced across Ezekiel sensitive ears, and his gut making his teeth feel like they would brake as he tried to clench them against the sound.

But internally…. Her pulse pounded in her ears. She searched her memory, desperate to convince herself she had imagined it, that stress had twisted the woman's final whisper into something familiar. But no matter how hard she tried, she could still see those eyes looking directly into hers. The grip around her wrist. The desperation in her voice. There had been no mistake. "Dr. Sinclair?" Naomi blinked, pulling herself back into the present.

I heard a soft voice and screamed so loud, bending my head tightly in between my knees, my fingers clutching the sides of my head as if I could block the sound out. The ghosts are tormenting me. They were calling my name. My lips kept vibrating uncontrollably as sobs erupted through my chest, my breath coming out in broken, uneven gasps. “Araceli, calm down.” I felt a touch on my arm and screamed again, louder this time, my body jerking away violently as I pushed myself from whatever illusion my brain was creating. “It’s me, Sonia.” My breathing hitched. Slowly, cautiously, I lifted my head.

Mal screamed so loud and long his voice started to break. Then, a toe-curling scream ripped through the entire locker room knocked me down, and I found myself falling flat on my ass. It wasn't a simple scream. No. That scream carried lots of pain, enough to knock me down. 'What was that? What is going on? I can't see a thing!' Robyn hissed.

I wasn’t ever sure if I went too far or what. I’d only say that being a preacher suits him and he should change his profession. "JANE, I AM TELLING YOU ABOUT THE PHOTOSHOOT AND YOU’RE NOT EVEN INTERESTED! MAY I TELL YOU THAT THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!" I put my hands on my ears when he started shouting. "I am not deaf, Roberto. You don’t need to shout, Oh God! I think you’ve damaged my eardrums because of that. Are you wearing a megaphone right now?" I said, scowling at him. I felt the car stop and I thought that it was because of the traffic light.

I've returned. In Samantha's ears, her pulse screamed. Her hands slipped and the cup clattered on the table. "Sam?" The cloud was broken by Tyler's words. The sound of the cup striking the surface caused his brows to wrinkle as he stood at the living room's entry. She was unable to talk. His uneasiness grew as he took a step closer. "What is it?" Samantha turned the phone toward him, her hands shaking. Tyler's demeanor instantly changed as his eyes swept across the screen. Something sinister took the place of the warmth and joy that had previously existed.

I snapped out of it mid fall, like a fog had suddenly been cleared from my mind. A blood-curdling scream tore through my throat as I scrunched myself up into the fetal position. What the hell am I doing? Why on Earth would I jump, and in front of Emory? I’m going to die!

“Screech” Hearing that loud noise, Jim, and I both bring our attention to the vehicle driving like a bat out of hell down the road. The driver slams on his brakes too late and then all we hear is a “Thud” And then a loud scream as the mother watches from her front door. Jim runs over to the little boy and picks up his lifeless body before the little boy’s mother can make it to the road.

‘Hard not to,’ Cochran replied, irritation clear in his voice. The sound began to oscillate and suddenly the men found its presence uncomfortable, their hands clamping over their ears in an attempt to shut it out. Without warning, the CD player discharged a terrible high pitched, sonic scream that forced Cochran and Jimbo to their knees, their faces screwed into agonised masks. Just when Cochrane thought he would have to jump overboard to escape the terrible cacophony numbing his brain, the CD player’s carcass buckled before shedding its plastic skin across the deck in a spectacular explosion of sparks and debris.

"Those aren't men. Those are monsters..." The lead entity paused at the base of the cliff. It tilted its head back, its jaw unhinging with a wet, sickening crack as it let out a sound that wasn't a roar—it was a high-pitched, vibrating shriek that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly inside the human mercenaries' skulls. Three of the elite guards instantly dropped to their knees, blood erupting from their ears and noses as their brains violently misfired under the sonic assault.