Who Invited You

Who invited you? The sharp, accusing words echoed through the room as Gunny Highway stood tall, his eyes cold and penetrating. The sound of his gravelly voice seemed to pierce through the air, demanding an answer from the unsuspecting recipient. It was a sound that sent chills down the spine, a warning that this was no ordinary invitation. Who invited you? The question hung in the air like a heavy mist, awaiting a response. Gunny Highway's footsteps echoed loudly as he made his way across the room, the sound of his boots hitting the floor with purpose and determination. Each step seemed to reverberate with authority, a reminder of the man's military background and no-nonsense attitude. The echoes of his movements seemed to fill the space, leaving no doubt as to who was in charge. It was a sound that commanded respect, a signal to all that Gunny Highway was not to be trifled with. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with anticipation as Gunny Highway's gaze locked onto his target. The sound of his voice was low and dangerous, a warning that danger was imminent. Who invited you? The words rang out like a warning bell, a signal that trouble was brewing. It was a sound that sent a shiver down the spine, a reminder that crossing Gunny Highway was not a wise decision. As the tension in the room mounted, the sound of a door creaking open filled the air. The door swung wide, revealing a figure standing in the doorway, a hesitant expression on their face. The sound of their footsteps was hesitant and unsure, a stark contrast to Gunny Highway's confident stride. Who invited you? The question hung in the air, unanswered yet undeniable. It was a sound that seemed to set the stage for what was to come, a precursor to the confrontation that was about to unfold. The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the slow, steady ticking of a clock on the wall. The tension in the room seemed to thicken with each passing moment, the air heavy with anticipation. Who invited you? Gunny Highway's voice cut through the silence like a knife, a reminder that the question still hung unanswered. It was a sound that seemed to linger in the air, a warning that the situation was far from resolved. Just when it seemed the standoff would stretch on indefinitely, the sound of a heavy sigh filled the room. It was a sound of resignation, a signal that a resolution was needed. Gunny Highway's expression softened slightly, a hint of understanding in his gaze. Who invited you? The question hung in the air, a reminder of the situation at hand. It was a sound that demanded honesty, a signal that the truth must be faced. As the tension finally began to dissipate, the sound of footsteps retreating filled the room. It was a sound of retreat, a signal that the confrontation was coming to an end. Gunny Highway watched as the figure in the doorway turned and left, their presence vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Who invited you? The question hung in the air, unanswered yet final. It was a sound that seemed to echo long after the figure had departed, a reminder of the confrontation that had taken place. You can play and download these sounds here: [link to sounds]