A weird laugh resounded as the blue light clicked above the polished table.

That laugh resounded in the corridor, sepulchral and eerie.

A low soft laugh resounded in the gloom.

A whispered laugh resounded in this room he called his sanctum.

Back in that darkened office, a soft laugh resounded after Carpenter's departure.

The Shadow's laugh resounded with a peal of triumph.

Added to that, an eerie laugh resounded, seemingly in their very midst.

His loud, clear laugh resounded to the corniced height of the room.

The Shadow's strident laugh resounded; it added impetus to the speed of the survivors.

Always, The Shadow's laugh resounded, its gibe increasing with every hit he scored.