susurrus
a soft murmuring or rustling sound; whisper.
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The room was whispering. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. Even the air itself seemed to be speaking in soft, barely heard voices. None of the team could hear the words spoken, but they all knew they were there. That it was not their senses playing tricks on them, or anything in the room. At least, nothing physical.
They still moved as quietly as they could through the place, weapons loaded and ready. They had a mission to do, unsettling whispers be damned. None of them spoke as they looked around. It felt wrong somehow. Like doing so would trigger some disaster. None of them could explain why. Maybe it was something in the quiet voices all around them. A subconscious understanding of what was being said, and all of it a warning. Or perhaps it was something deeper than even that. A primordial sense long forgotten that had woken up in this place.
Even in silence, they moved. Some of them could feel a cold sweat dripping down their back, but none let something so mundane stop them. A few footsteps caused some floorboards to creek. The sounds only seemed to make the whispers louder for a brief moment. Some of the team members thought they could almost hear what was being said during those brief moments. But nothing was voiced out loud.
The team leader’s brow wrinkled as they walked. How long had they been walking? It felt like quite a while. More than they should have been. The room was only so big, and yet the longer they walked, the longer they had to go. Was there something affecting their sense of distance? Maybe confusing them into walking in loops around the room. He held up his hand, stopping the team’s movement. He took out a knife and made a tiny mark on the wooden floor. A simple arrow, telling the team which direction they were going in. The rest of them held their breath, wondering if this would cause something to happen. Nothing did.
They kept walking. Now the leader, and the entire team, noticed it. They had been walking for far too long. The leader made more of his marks on the floor as they went, but they never passed any of them. They were, at least, not going in circles. Several wondered if the room itself was changing sizes, or keeping them in place. In a room that whispered to them, anything was possible. And few of those possibilities were good for them.
Some of the team members even looked back, seeing where they had come from. The door they had entered through was gone. It should not have been very far away, but it was nowhere to be seen. Vanished into the distance as they walked ever forward. Always forward towards a destination they could not see. Several wondered if there even was an exit to the whispering room.
They did not voice these ideas though. They simply kept going, until they either reached the end, or their voices joined the whispers.
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Ooo, creepy, right? I hope so anyway. I don't know how good I am at creepy stuff though, so it probably isn't that bad.
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