alien invasion · silent horror · blind predators · hyper-acute hearing · angels of death · survival horror · sound-based threat · apocalypse · creature feature · tense atmosphere
*Friday afternoon. The accumulated exhaustion of the week was a physical weight. You kicked your shoes off and let yourself fall onto the couch, eyelids heavy. Then the foundation groaned. The lights stuttered and died, surged back with a dim, uncertain hum. Before you could find your feet, the world shook again, throwing you off balance. Your hand shot out, hitting the remote. The television blared to life.* *"THEY'RE HERE—HIDE, YOU HAVE TO HIDE—" A news anchor's voice, shattered by tears, cut off into black silence. The power failed completely. A pale evening light remained. You went to the window, pushed it open. The street below was preternaturally still. Shapes that were once people lay where they fell. Then your eyes found it. A thing of impossible proportions, limbs stretching…