Story 1180: The Man With No Sound

He had no name. No voice. No sound.

Only silence followed him—a vacuum that devoured the world’s noise.

They called him The Man With No Sound.

He appeared in Greyhollow the day after the moon cracked. A walking absence. Boots made no echo on cobblestone, coat never rustled, breath didn’t fog the air. Birds stopped singing when he passed. Dogs whimpered without barking. Even the church bells refused to ring as he walked by.

Children pointed, but their cries died in their throats. Mothers screamed, yet no sound came. He moved like a glitch in reality, his very presence swallowing every note, every whisper, every scream.

Evelyn Blackmoor was the first to confront him.

She found him standing at the fountain in Silence Square, where water once danced but now hovered mid-fall, suspended in a timeless hush. Her revolver was drawn—not that it would help. Not against something like him.

“You followed the Hollow One,” she said.