Stop Hushing Sound Novels & Stories

*S-c-r-e-e-e--c-c-h-h-h-h* The car came to a sudden stop, the screeching noise continued for almost a minute till the tyres finally stopped skidding and came to an abrupt halt, surrounding them and the car into a tiny storm of dust and pebbles that flew around due to sudden halt Everything went silent, nothing could be heard except for Mahira’s ragged breathings, her hands covered her ears, after about ten minutes when her breathings normalised it was still silent around them..so silent that the quiet felt deafening.

The first sound was clear, the second sound muffled. "Close your fist and any muffled sound we hear we'll assume you're fine. If you need us to slow down, open your hand a little and shake it. We will hear the clearer sound. If you need us to stop, throw the bell on the floor. You'll have a chance to do it if you're scared. Got it?" "Yes, but why can't I use the words?"

Silas said, his hand tightening on his rifle, “he doesn't just start the 'Hush.' He becomes the broadcast. He’ll be everywhere at once. Every phone, every speaker, every mind connected to the grid will be his.” Lucien closed his eyes, his head tilting as if listening to a distant radio station. “He’s already there. I can feel the 'Hush' tightening. It’s a low-frequency pressure... it’s telling the world that the war is over. It’s telling them to forget us.”

A deafening silence descending over the hall. *****************************************

She moaned and pressed her hands over her ears. The two men immediately stopped talking and looked at her. Declan’s lips moved, but for some reason she couldn’t hear him talk – everything else was just too loud. He folded his hands over hers, muffling the sounds a little more, turning her so she was focused on him. Staring into his eyes, the background noise dulled a little, and she could finally hear him when he spoke, “Focus on me. Good. Now concentrate on my breathing.” She did as commanded, instinctively matching her breathing to his. Gradually, the intrusive sounds faded away to background noise. “Better?” he asked her.

" I question someone specifically, feeling my throat scratch as I speak louder than softer. In the event that someone paid attention to me, they don't get a chance to answer me, as a screeching noise echoes out of control just a second before a subject's voice is heard giving a statement. stops have been dropped: Hollatine , Batten , Bay Burry ...—People are starting to get up from their places, Deer Ridge, Red Oak ...

Wе rеmаіn in a соmраtіblе ѕіlеnсе fоr a whіlе. Suddenly hе comes оvеr to the bеd and рutѕ hіѕ fіngеrѕ tо hіѕ lips so I dоn’t mаkе a sound. He rеасhеѕ uр undеr my ѕhіrt аnd ѕwіtсhеѕ of thе microphone dеvісе I’m wіrеd tо. I completely fоrgоt аbоut іt.

The shuffling sound grows closer by the second. My heart hammers in my chest erratically, fear clutching at my body and keeping me locked into place where I sit. A rancid smell gets stronger the closer the shuffling gets to my place on the floor, the scent choking me as I struggle not to breathe in the terrible smell unsuccessfully. I slowly lift my hand to my face and pinch my nose shut with my fingers as I cover my mouth with the palm of my open hand. The shuffling sound suddenly stops as a grinding noise replaces the sound. The shuffling grows louder and more hurried as it scurries back to whatever corner it came from, but not quick enough.

He was about to curse until something stopped him. The scraping sound came back. It was just as disturbing as the previous night; sharp, teasing and highly unnerving. Lars and Len waited in absolute still. The sound got clearer every passing second, and for Lars and Len, maintaining calm breaths was starting to be difficult. Lars could almost visualize the sound in his head; a row of blades brushed together, their sharpness audible by scraping the floor. It was starting to get frustratingly scary for Lars and Len as the sound came up closer and closer, until it finally stopped. It stopped right outside the door, and the weight of such ominous silence was highly excruciating.

He stops, chewing on the words, his silence louder than the music humming faintly from the speakers across the room. A shiver ripples down my spine, raising goosebumps that itch under my skin. The incident? Hell, I don’t even want to know.