This sound is from Ragged SFX

The sound of ragged breathing filled the air, each inhale and exhale loud and desperate. It was the sound of someone who was scared, running for their life through the dense forest. The roughness of the breaths was a stark contrast to the silence of the surrounding trees, creating an eerie atmosphere that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it.

As the figure continued to run, a sudden noise broke the rhythm of their breathing. It was a rattling sound, like a rachet being turned slowly and inexorably. The metallic clang echoed through the forest, adding a new layer of fear to the already tense situation. The ragged breathing now accompanied by the harsh sound of metal on metal, creating a cacophony of terror that seemed to follow the figure wherever they went.

Amidst the chaos of the forest, another sound could be heard faintly in the distance. It was the sound of plastic being scrubbed against a rough surface, the repetitive noise creating a strange and unsettling rhythm. The ragged breathing and the racheting sound seemed to fade into the background as the plastic scrubbing became more and more intense, as though trying to drown out all other sounds.

The figure finally emerged from the forest, gasping for breath as they stumbled into a clearing. They collapsed to the ground, the ragged breathing now the only sound in the stillness of the open space. But even in this brief respite, the sense of unease lingered, as though the forest itself was waiting for the next moment of terror to begin.

As the figure lay on the ground, trying to catch their breath, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. The ragged breathing turned into barely audible gasps of fear as they realized they were not alone. The footsteps grew louder and closer, the sound of gravel crunching beneath boots adding to the tension of the moment. The figure's heart raced as they waited for whatever was coming next.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed their shoulder, causing them to jump with a startled cry. The ragged breathing turned into panicked sobs as they looked up into the face of their captor. It was a man with cold, calculating eyes, his expression unreadable as he stared down at them. The figure shrank back, feeling a surge of dread wash over them at the sight of the stranger.

The man spoke, his voice low and menacing, sending a chill down the figure's spine. The words he spoke were like a knife, cutting through the silence of the clearing with a sharpness that made the figure flinch. The ragged breathing now accompanied by the sound of their own heartbeat pounding in their ears, the fear of the unknown gripping them tightly in its grasp.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The man released his grip and walked away, leaving the figure alone in the clearing once more. The ragged breathing slowly calmed, the fear beginning to fade as they realized they were safe, for now at least. But the memory of the sounds that had haunted them would linger, a reminder of the terror they had faced in the dark heart of the forest.

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