A hissing whisper seemed to come from everywhere at once.

The weak whisper again seemed to slip into her mind.

Her whisper seemed to come from every direction at once, as though she was in the very walls.

Her whisper seemed to Bonnie to carry across the study hall.

His whisper seemed to die on the empty air.

A whisper of that noise seemed to fill this place, like low voices.

The whisper seemed to be coming from somewhere among the more recent burials.

Now the whisper was clearer, but still seeming to come from an impossible distance.

That these whispers seem to come from within the Met organization makes me wonder if they really want to keep this guy around.

The whisper, well-modulated, seemed more like a thought than a spoken voice.