HE'S STEALING IT

In the dead of night, under the cover of darkness, the unmistakable sound of "HE'S STEALING IT" echoed through the empty streets. It was a hushed whisper, a warning from a shadowy figure lurking in the shadows. The words carried with them a sense of danger, a sense of urgency that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It was a sound that sent a chill down your spine, a sound that made your heart race with fear. As the figure moved closer, the sound grew louder, more frantic. "Hes stealing it, Hes stealing it," the voice hissed, its urgency now tinged with desperation. The words seemed to bounce off the walls, bouncing back and forth like a sinister echo. It was a sound that seemed to reverberate through the night, like a haunting melody that refused to be silenced. It was a sound that left you feeling unsettled, unsure of what was about to unfold. And then, as quickly as it had begun, the sound faded away, leaving only a sense of unease in its wake. But just when you thought it was safe to breathe again, a new sound broke the silence. "Ooh He's Stealing," a voice crooned, its tone tinged with malicious glee. It was a sound that sent shivers down your spine, a sound that made your blood run cold. The words seemed to hang in the air, as if they were taunting you, teasing you with their cryptic message. It was a sound that made you want to run, to hide from whatever unseen threat was lurking in the darkness. But as much as you wanted to escape, you found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to tear yourself away from the mysterious voice. Despite the fear that gripped your heart, you couldn't help but feel a strange fascination with the sounds that had pierced the night. There was something hypnotic about them, something that drew you in even as it chilled you to the bone. It was as if the sounds held some hidden power, some dark magic that captivated your senses and refused to let go. And as you stood there, lost in the eerie sounds that surrounded you, you couldn't help but wonder what they meant. Who was stealing what? And why did it feel like the night itself was conspiring against you, filling your mind with a sense of dread that refused to be shaken? The answers eluded you, slipping through your fingers like smoke, leaving you grasping at shadows and whispers. But one thing was certain - the sounds that had haunted you would linger in your mind long after the night had passed. They would echo in your thoughts, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked just beyond the edge of your vision. And as you turned to leave, the words rang out once more, a final warning that sent a chill down your spine. "HE'S STEALING IT." You can play and download these sounds here.