The Loud House Sound Of Silence Novels & Stories

The sweet air was shattered by a recording and photos that no one expected, splashing across the screen for all to see. Whispers and gasps swirled around me, growing louder by the second. "The Wallace family sure knows how to put on a spectacle!" "He's marrying his brother's widow?" "Doesn't Emily see what's happening?" "Perhaps they've joined forces to kill Jeffrey so that there's more inheritance to go around." Chaos reigned on the stage. Emily's screams pierced the air, begging for the screen to be shut off, her earlier joy wiped away in an instant. Margaret, catching sight of the screen's contents, collapsed. This time, it was not for show.

He was just hard to understand and it would be frightening to find out who he actually is. I tossed the heavy silk duvet back restlessly and frustrated. The most eerie and annoying thing in this house was the silence. There was never any quiet in my small Queens apartment. The roar of the subway, the yelling of the neighbors and the hiss of the old radiator all blended together to form a never-ending orchestra of life. This was the heavy, old-fashioned and profound silence of a tomb. Needing a glass of water, a distraction or anything else to stop the yelling panicked monologue in my own head, I walked noiselessly out of my suite.

Every creak in the house sounded like a warning. She would do anything to protect him. Even if that meant destroying what was left of her own peace. Chapter Fourteen: The Quiet After the Cake The house was still. Balloons sagged slightly in the corners, wrapping paper littered the couch and Lucas had finally fallen asleep while clutching the truck he’d named “Monster Max.” Lissa sat on the porch steps with a blanket around her shoulders, the cool night air brushing against her skin. She heard the screen door open behind her. Footsteps. Then Colt sat down beside her, a careful space between them.

He sits forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes trained on me with that kind of focused calm that always makes it hard to breathe. “Still thinking about the message,” I admit. He nods once. “Me too.” A long silence stretches between us, but it isn’t uncomfortable. Just full. Eventually, he speaks again. “You know… this house used to be silent like this all the time. For years.” I tilt my head. “And now?” “Now there’s noise. Doors slamming. Sisters fighting over breakfast syrup. My pantry running out of things I never even knew we stocked.” He lets out a soft huff of a laugh. “I don’t mind it.”

“What the fuck is going on?!” But it wasn’t Silas who answered. It was the soft beep of a timer. Hidden inside the wall, behind a loose stone. Three red lights. One blinking. Luca’s eyes widened. “Trap—” BOOM. The lights went out. The house trembled. And the last thing I heard was Silas whispering: “Time to wake up, brother.”

Even the whispers faded, replaced by a deep, frustrated hiss that echoed through the air… like something had just lost what it was looking for. For a brief moment— There was silence. But it wasn’t the kind that brought relief. It was the kind that warned them… something worse was about to happen. “It worked!” Lia cried, a small spark of hope in her voice. “It’s backing off!” For a second, it really felt like they were safe. But that feeling didn’t last. The silence that followed was worse than the noise before. It wasn’t peaceful—it was heavy, watching… waiting. The kind of silence that made your skin crawl, like something was about to attack at any moment.

The house was too quiet. It was at this moment I knew silence had a sound and could be heard. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of silence. It was the heavy, suffocating kind-the kind that made the air thick, the kind that made my own heartbeat sound too loud in my ears. It pressed against my chest, wrapping around me like an invisible chain. I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the space in front of me. My hands were clasped together, but my fingers kept fidgeting, twisting over one another.

The line let out a long, high-pitched screech of static, and then, the most terrifying sound of all: silence. I have to go home. Now! To be continued...

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.

"In it. Alone." She looked at him. At the water on his face. At the way his shirt stuck to his shoulders. At his eyes, watching her with that intensity she'd come to recognize. "We're not alone," she said quietly. "No." He met her eyes. "We're not." The rain hammered the ground. Thunder rumbled again, closer this time. The world narrowed to this doorway, this moment, these two people. Neither spoke. The silence wasn't empty. It was full. Full of everything they hadn't said. Full of all the moments that had led here.