Novel & Cerita Stop Hushing Sound

“No one is going to hurt you.” Another voice joins in the conversation, but it’s too low for us to hear. It must be the sound dampening walls. Considering supernatural beings have superhearing, most of the walls were probably built to cancel out sounds. “I said, I’m not going! You can’t make me!” The voice booms before a crashing sound echoes through the hallway, followed by the sound of grunts and growls.

The sound of someone whistling covered my ear and before I knew it, I'd slipped into the nearest corner I could find--there were so many of them in this place. My flashlight was off and I pressed my phone close to my chest. I tried to lessen the sound that came from my nostrils when I respired since I needed to not let whoever this new person was catch me. "Fuck." "Shh, you can't let anyone hear you." Jesus Fucking Christ.

The pounding wouldn't stop, so Cyrus silenced it with a command. He activated the room's sound-dampening system, cutting off the hallway chatter and the relentless hammering. No one would use noise to rattle him. Twenty minutes later, the sounds faded. The building's owners stood staring at the metal wall, their faces drawn and empty. The air around them felt colder than the storm outside. "How can this be? Who builds a house like this?" someone cried, clutching his face.

You are not supposed to be here yet. Low, layered and circling around me. You are not supposed to be here yet I pressed my hands over my ears. You are not supposed to be here yet. Still there. Moving through the pressure of my own hands like the sound wasn't coming from outside at all. You are not supposed to be here yet. "Shut up," I said. You are not supposed.... "Shut up." Louder. I pressed harder, palms flat against my ears, and the whispers kept coming and I started hitting the sides of my head, trying to knock them loose, trying to find some way to silence what wasn't going to be silenced by anything physical.

Cold air escaped through it. Different from the mansion above. Heavier. Drier. Like air that hadn’t moved in a long time. My skin reacted instantly. Silas shifted his stance slightly. Protective. Controlled. Alert. The seam widened further. Then stopped. Silence returned for half a second. Then something spoke. Not a voice. A sound shaped like pressure. Low. Fragmented. Almost human. But not fully. My breath caught sharply. The sound repeated. Closer this time. Silas’s voice dropped.

I deserved better than to be spoken to like a subject. “No,” I murmured. “How do I make it stop?” Guardian Shelliot rested a teacup with a dark brown heated liquid. “You can turn it off or put it on silent.” I handed her the small creation. “Please.” Guardian Shelliot chuckled. “I’ll just turn it off. If it’s on silent the vibration will still be an annoyance. Off is complete silence.” She returned the dead creation beside my plate. Silence was far better. I bit into my sandwich. Prince Mitchalus might be my superior later on, but we were now equaled. I deserved his respect.

I cut the call and rub the back of my neck. “Shut up. What’s that sound?” Ghost whispers. “What sound?” I listen more carefully. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Swagga backing up and his fur bristles. His low growl floats through the air, making everyone look more uncomfortable. The sound of ice cubes clinks in the distance. It turns into ice crackling, then escalates to the higher pitch of glass breaking into spiderwebs. “EVERYONE GET BACK!”

Was someone shouting through the noise? No. It wasn’t outside. It was inside me. I clutched my head, fingers clawing into my scalp, palms pressing hard against my ears, like I could smother the voice with skin and bone. “Stop… stop… stop.” And then— Silence. Not just quiet, but the heavy, sudden kind that slams down like a curtain on a stage. No pounding fists on the bathroom door. No fake-concerned voices trying to coax me out. No rustling shoes or murmured gossip from the hallway.

Whatever the reason, there was no turning back now. Suddenly, a sound shattered the silence—a haunting laughter that sent shivers down my spine. It was an unhinged laugh, filled with amusement and a touch of madness. The mere sound of it sent chills coursing through my veins, freezing me in place. The laughter seemed to echo through the room, lingering in the air like a sinister specter.