Читать книгу The Hum - Ralph Anderson - Страница 9

I feel my wife stirring in bed next to me. I turn to her and wait for her to open her eyes. “Morning.”

She smiles. “Hi. Sleep good?” She puts her arm around me.

“Not a wink.”

“Why not?”

“Some sound kept me awake all night. Did you hear it?”

“No. Uh huh. What was it?”

“I don’t know. I hear it now. Do you hear it? Be real quite and listen.”

She lies still for a few moments barely breathing. “No I don’t hear a thing.”

“Strange. I hear it right now very clearly. I got up in the middle of the night to see where it came from but couldn’t find anything. I even went outside but I couldn’t hear it out there. It’s like a very deep bass, low frequency hum. Almost imperceptible. Pulsating. Like a generator or something. I can even feel it through my body. It’s driving me nuts. Even with the pillow over my ears I can hear it. I wonder why you don’t hear it.”

“I don’t know?”

Time to get up. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe I’m hearing my own heart beat or the blood pulsing through my veins? Who knows? Maybe it’s my imagination. I just hope it doesn’t come back tomorrow.