She wouldn't be bothered but she'd been hearing it all her life and it was so much louder now.
Most of her adult life had been dedicated to finding its source, she knew it was out there.
The latest location was an old industrial estate near the Sussex border.
It was right at the edge of a small village, one of those five-house-and-a-pub deals.
The curtains shifted as she drove past - it was rare for people to come here even if it was
just off the edge of a motorway, the whole place had the same musty feeling as an attic.
She parked near the quays that lead onto the small harbour, it seemed safe at the time.
There were a few kids in the distance perching on their scooters, staring at her intently.
She was tempted to wave but the noise was so loud here and somewhere to her left.
Walking down the grassy embankment and down the narrow "HGV ONLY" lane she
found the sound to be coming from further along.
The industrial area was a stark contrast to the picturesque village mere meters back.
Huge swathes of scrub-land bordered the road with large tire tracks and rubbish strewn about.
Halfway along there were scum-filled pools filled with an assortment of unusual things.
From old canisters of some kind to planks and tires they grabbed her attention the most.
They weren't the source of the noise though, they were just indicators.
It meant that she was on the right track to whatever or whoever the noise was.
A sudden blow to her arm threw her out of this reverie as someone tried to run past her.
She turned to yell at them only to see them sink into the ground and run along as a shadow.
Regarding her own shadow with new found suspicion she tried to find where the dark being
was running to or who they were running to.
By coincidence or conspiracy they seemed to be heading towards the ever heightening noise.
Jogging past piles of bricks and other debris she saw it become solid enough to enter a fence.
The hole it leapt through didn't look to be too much smaller than she and somewhat padded
around the edges by surrounding which had been braided to form a protective barrier.
Someone had done this purposely, clearly there was more here than she had expected.
The old factory on the other side of the fence wasn't nearly as rusted as the others.
Seems it was being taken care of, maybe by the shadow being, maybe something worse.
Everything fell silent as she stepped across what may have been a car park or loading bay.
There were no birds here, not even a single pigeon though she saw vague movements in the
building before her, was it more shadows or had those children followed her?
She drew closer and saw what she had guessed to be windows were empty holes with similar
shadowy beings standing inside - some crouching to peer down at her.
The noise was much louder here and steadily rising but the shadows didn't seem to be bothered.
Maybe they heard nothing but oh how her head ached and pulsed with that noise.
Her footsteps began to fail her as the noise reached a crescendo, horn-like sound blaring in her ears.
As the shadows around her began to rise she stumbled back trying to overcome the cacophony.
She felt blood trickle from her ears and with her last ounce of strength lifted her phone to click.
It was claimed a suicide though no one quite knew how, others still flock there to find the source.
All they had to go on was the images on her phone and an unsent text that read as follows.
That damned noise won't let us rest.
Those damned shadows.
Its so close I could taste it.
I can almost feel it.
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