Rushali Sarfare

Tragedy Crime Thriller

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Rushali Sarfare

Tragedy Crime Thriller

Silence:- The Fear Of Noises

Silence:- The Fear Of Noises

4 mins
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 He was a kid blessed with the pleasures of the world, the entire happiness that a person desires and strives daily was somehow confined in his room. Neither was the doors of his house ever open nor did he ever had the courage to leave.

All pertaining his fear,

The fear of sound, 

The phobia of voice that resonated that night,

 The glimpse of his fear that haunted him even in his  dream. 

Once upon a time, his now silenced house was always filled with people, engulfed in sounds, chirping of birds to the symphony of trees. 

Everything was beautiful. Until he heard the growl of the beast.

Was it his birthday or any occasion he didn't recollect all he remembered was the silence he got?


It was a murky night 

The little house was surrounded by people for the celebration. Music shredded through the loud bases of speakers.

Everybody danced on the floor while the boy blindly stared at the night a sky, as he breathed the pungent odors of the society .

Then there arrived the vehicle of royalty.

Clothes with silver and silk. Studded with gold and diamonds. 

They appeared lavish with protruded flesh and dark eyes tainted with red shades of elegance.

Masked under the beauty was the hidden viciousness desire of the ladies that was soon to be uncovered.

The boy was asked to welcome the ladies He stood there like a doll with a gaze fallen on the ground, thinking nothing but the inferiority of his life. 

The lady with big fingers laid her hands on his smooth cheeks, 

"What's your name son?"

"___" he replied meekly which was covered in wild music.

The boy lagged down behind the ladies doing their work. Carrying stuff to providing things. 

As the sounds amplified slowly.

Everything now seems to doom in the baffling rhythms 

Neither the beats nor the voices could be heard only chaos

 It was when he kept wondering if he could hear anything apart from the sounds of music

That he was suddenly dragged along the rooms by ladies

Unknown of what might happen to him he silently prayed to God for his safety

But was unsure if god could hear them in the noises.


Dragged along the stairs, they threw him in the room and banged the doors

All his hopes to be left unheard.

If It wasn't for the howling of dogs that distracted him, he would have noticed the gleam of maliciousness in their eyes.

Not minutes nor hours could count the things he saw that night.


He could hear the growl of the ladies as they cadenced towards the mute eyes. The more closely they appeared the more did his heartbeat yet it failed to ring the bells though the sound the reflected in his mind was the hunger growls. 


He cried desperately, screaming with pain, as the hands violated the purity of a soul, All to be nullified in the sounds

All to be left unheard.


The cries of help were silenced with the harsh thuds on his cheeks that reverberated his lifeless broken virtue.

Everything now silenced in the mind

As the violation magnified with amplitudes

All he did was look at the owl staring at him consciously

When did it start or when did it end was not the concern?

Will this be the end?

Was the noise ended?

Just like the night ended?

He was yet to Discover the fact that sounds weren't just disturbing at night but also on days.

Like this, the day carried the fear of the night. The crime had no dusk or dawn.

Days were now in chaos, 

Each new day engulfed a new growl that the boy couldn't leave unheard as he was damaged beyond repair 

Even in the chirping of birds, the howling of beast never ended in the rooms as it fed one muffle of innocent cries.

The sounds now struck his heart with an unknown fear. He shuddered even at the simple sounds of vessels. He knew every sound no matter how loud it was failed to reach the deaf ears as long as it perched out his throat. But an unknown sound from surroundings was the trigger of the ladies, the revival of dormant animal 

He spoke rarely afraid that maybe his sound could raise the beast again slowly.

 Not knowing anything he locked himself in the room of solitude

 But the noise never left him, resurfaced from the abyss of his soul until he felt himself shivering with his pulse. 

What could he do to make this silent?

Maybe nothing or maybe something 

And he found the answer in the slit of glass pierced in his heart.


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