monster sounds - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The monster made a popping sound as crept along the twilight alley. Its feet were a bed of gloopy pustules year round and on these city streets they burst under his weight. It was a mark of his desperation that he had left the shade of the forest, but food was low this year after an unusually dry summer. The rattle of his breath was lost under the steady drone of the traffic and the scraping of his claws could be mistaken for some of the noises coming from the construction site half a block away. Between the rattles were noisy sniffs that dislodged some of the mucus in his nose and made it flap and vibrate in an almost wheezy whine...
The monster wasn't so foolish as to sound like one. From the basement of some delicious smelling humans she began to purr, softly at first. When no response came she licked up the drool she had deposited on the concrete floor and began to mew like an abandoned kitten. She could of course eat the inhabitants on a violent rampage, but then the meat would be less tender. It was so much better if the dinner was relaxed and she worried about them having time to retrieve a hated fire-stick. She was considering an all out offensive when a slippered foot appeared on the steps: small, pink and fluffy. With each step the tender little morsel came closer, her nightie skimming the steps as she went. At this range the mewing was unnecessary. Now she could switch to the song of her kind, the song that made humans walk in a trance like state of utter relaxation - right up until the moment she bit off their heads...
From the darkness came the sound of heavy limbs being dragged across the forest floor. Whatever it was, it was massive. Either it dragged its feet or a tail through the undergrowth. Every once in a while would come a cracking noise like bone on wood, or at least that is what Eve imagined it to be - a thick skull crashing into a trunk. This beast was neither lithe, graceful, or blessed with night vision. Despite the November chill her clothes were sweat-soaked in minutes. With blue chattering lips and trembling muscles just sitting there became a non-option. Sooner or later her involuntary noises or her smell would lead this predator right to her. She tensed up ready to spring forwards, to run for her life. After a quick prayer she launched in a direction she hoped would take her toward home and help.
The gentle snapping of twigs and crunch of gravel suggested perhaps a deer or a rabbit was moving in the black shadows of the forest edge. Yet the beast was neither. It was three hundred and forty pounds of dense muscle, claws and fangs. This behemoth had acquired the ability to move with more stealth over the past half century, it found that with this technique the necessity for chasing was reduced. Once in position the only noises were the excessive panting brought on by the anticipation of fresh meat and the steady drip of the gelatinous saliva onto the mud. When the scent of a human wafted to his oversized nostrils he would make the noise of a wounded dog. A soft yelp. A whimper. This drew the two legged creatures closer every time, often in packs. Then he would shoot out arms with such rapid speed the snatched one had no time to cry out, they just vanished. If their friends were foolish enough to search for them then so much the better, it would become a feast.
As the monster approached his stealth was broken by his allergy to humans. The cleaner they were the more pronounced the sneeze. If they had bathed that day and used a gel or soap it was violent and loud. But if they had gone a week without a wash it could be as quite as a newborn kitten and thus carried away in the wind or drown out by passing traffic.
Underneath the drone of the rain there came another sound. At first it was quite indistinct, but as it drew closer to the bus shelter where Miranda huddled it became louder. It was like the scrapping of a dogs claws on concrete, but only if that dog weighed about four hundred pounds. Her usual rosy complexion became gaunt. She listened, willing it to fade and die. But it did not, Then the scrapping was accompanied by a gnashing and a snarl.
Ear-splitting, groaning, yelping, snarling, rumbling, grunting, snorting, howling, masticating, squelching, grinding, squishing, roaring, buzzing, hissing, pulsating, shrill, thundering, booming, reverberating, crackling, crunching, rasping, slobbering, tearing, ripping, deafening, shuffling.