Stop Hushing Sound の小説・ストーリー

I turn my eyes to my front as we hear a loud footsteps coming from the other side, making its way here in our direction. "Stay still, okay?" I said. It didn't take a while before a sound of hiccup came out of his mouth. I immediately turn my eyes to him as he attempts to firmly cover his mouth. "Seriously?" I mouthed. He shakes his head and gestured me to help him. And I shake mine back, too, not knowing what I can do. We're in the middle of hiding from someone and sounds of hiccups is the last thing we'd want to be caught for.

It was mesmerizing. He lifted his foot to step in the direction the air was flowing to, but suddenly stopped. He looked at the man. The man was staring intently, unmoving. The strange humming sound was growing louder. He raised his other leg and placed it in the direction where the sound was coming from. As soon as he placed his foot in the air, the humming suddenly faded, and was replaced with a deafening roar of noise. It was almost overwhelming and caused the hair on his arms to stand on ends.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Mirroring just as much thirst as the one persistently drying up his throat. “It feels illegal to do this at your house.” Dylan whispered over his lips. “So we can't be too loud.” He sat up, ^^Want me to put up a soundproof?^^ Dylan raised a brow at his suggestion and he went on to flaunt his powers again, he let a bubble form over his head like a transparent bubble. **Watch this.** He opened his mouth to let out a loud scream and his eyes blanked out as he realized his action. **Oh, wait– I can't speak.**

I threw myself against the door, using every bit of strength I had to pound on it and scream, but even I could barely hear the sound I made. Outside, the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and Director Harris's hearty voice all carried clearly through the door. Each sound was like a slap across my face. I slid to the floor. My body began to convulse. My nails clawed at the wooden door, leaving bloody streaks behind. In the last blurry moment before my consciousness faded, I thought I heard my little sister, Lily, ask, "Mommy, where did Annie go?" Mom's gentle voice came through the door. "Your sister doesn't feel well. She's resting. Lily, how about some cake?"

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

She made it to the bedroom, shut the door, and turned the lock with a trembling hand. She collapsed onto the bed, but the muffled sound of shouting still drifted through the heavy wood. She couldn't hear the words, and she didn't want to. She grabbed her noise-canceling headphones from the nightstand, jammed them over her ears, and turned the volume up until the world was nothing but a wall of heavy, vibrating bass.

One of the maids said and the other's nodded while some rolled their eyes angrily at the screen. As the tempo of their complements got higher but I ignored it. I focused my eyes on the room and I noticed something from the other side of the room. A sound is made in the room and I immediately turned my back at the made and hushed. "Be silent." I hushed and they immediately stopped talking as they zeroed their focus on the screen. I fixed my gaze on the screen and listened closely to hear the sound again. When I heard it again, it was louder than the first. I knew that sound anywhere. It was the sound of opening windows.

"Good. Stay connected to Sarah. If this goes sideways, we need extraction." She nods, but the worry doesn't reach her eyes. She is past worrying. We keep moving, pushing deeper into the tunnel. Then I hear it. A high-pitched whine, right at the edge of hearing. Ultrasonic. "Stop," I say, grabbing her arm. Isla freezes. I scan ahead. Thermal shows nothing, but the sound is directional, coming from the ceiling tiles ahead. A sonic deterrent. Non-lethal, but designed to drop a man to his knees with vertigo. If we cross that threshold, it’ll hit with the force of a physical blow—nausea, disorientation, total loss of balance.

He never changes his taste for something unpretentious. I hasten my steps, further going into the deeper part of the quiet parking lot. But silence doesn't last long. As I continue to walk, I hear a faint—almost a whisper, of someone groaning. As if somebody's pulling something heavy. Consciously, I keep my steps quiet, taking the direction in which the noise is coming, and the voice grows more audible as I get close. I stop on my tracks next to an SUV which is just a few inches away from the car in which the voice is coming. The vehicle is shaking and after processing what is happening, I realize it is something inappropriately done in this kind of environment.