Stop Hushing Sound Novels & Stories

Jasmine yells, increasing the pressure in my head. “My head… the sound… just make it stop, please" l cried out. “What noise, Eleanor? What are you ta…………………" I could see Jasmine's lips continue to move but the sound coming out of them suddenly fades into nothing. The static noise suddenly stopped too and so did the pain and before I could panic about no longer hearing Jasmine, it happened.

The small, muffled sneeze escaped my lips, cutting sharply through the echoing acoustics of the restroom. The whispering near the vanity mirrors died instantly. The running water stopped with a sudden, definitive click. The entire room went dead silent, a heavy, predatory quiet dropping over the space so fast it made my heart violently leap straight into my throat. "Did you hear that?" Vanessa whispered, her designer heels turning slowly against the marble tiles, the clacking sound moving closer and closer to the row of closed stalls. "Oh, gross," Chloe laughed humorlessly, her voice dripping with pure disdain as her footsteps joined the path.

Once a certain sound was too loud, the human ear would almost instantly lose its ability to analyze other weak sounds under the influence of this huge sound. That was the reason why when two people were talking face to face at a concert or in a bar or disco, no one else could hear each other unless they went to each other’s ear and shouted at them. Therefore, under the huge background noise, it was even more difficult for the four experts from the Acker family to hear the sound of the gunshots with the silencer as well as the footsteps that the other party had tried to cover up compared to listening to the humming of the mosquitoes at the airport.

Inside the silence between everything else. A low, constant… hum. My chest tightened. “That wasn’t there before,” I whispered. My phone vibrated. I didn’t take it out. Not yet. Because now. I was testing something else. Awareness. The hum got slightly louder. Not in volume. In presence. Like it was becoming clearer the more I noticed it. I stopped walking completely. Closed my eyes. Focused. The city sounds faded. Not disappeared. Just… pushed back. And the hum? It stayed.

*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.”

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.

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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.