The Black Insect and His Human Hands

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" I heard the voice of the policeman on my left side, ringing somewhere around the floor. Meanwhile, I could hear an unfamiliar sound of someone around the center of the room uttering some gibberish words while breathing heavily.

"W-what the hell is that sound!? Father, what is happening!?" The silver man thundered with a voice filled with panic as the ticking sound of countless fingers tapping on the surface of wood envelopes the small room. The unknown voice at the center of the place then suddenly started letting out words that sounded like someone trying to push their throat out of their insides, like someone trying to pulsate their throat forcefully.