What’s that sound?

What’s that sound?

“Beth, Where are we?”

“Well I don’t know! Do I look like I know where we’re going?”

“No, you don’t. But that doesn’t mean-”


“Now what?”

“Do you hear that?”

“What do you mean? I hear nothing. Let’s get out of-“


“I could’ve sworn the exit was right here…”

“See? There’s that noise again!”

“What noise? Are you going mad, Beth?”

“I’m not mad! If anything, you are! You led us into here!”

“But you got us lost!”

“Oh, shut up!”

“Well at least describe that noise, maybe I am hearing it.”

“Fine then, Mary.”

“Well? Go on. Don’t be shy.”

“It’s like… If someone knocked you out, and then dragged you around…Slithering across the ground until-…………….! That’s what it sounds like.”

“Morbid much?”

“It’s the sound!”

“That’s not a sound! That’s a murder for goodness sake!”

“Well then I hear a murder!”



“What is that?”

“Oh Mary.”

“No I saw something!”

“What did you see?”

“It wasn’t human…”


“Fine. It was white, with long, yellow fingers, the size of rulers. It walked on all fours, with its giant, gangly, teeth coming down from its…”

“It’s what, Mary?”


“You’re a fool. Mary.”



“Turn around.”