I spoke; the echoes of my words came back upon me from the walls and seemed to beat me down.

The echoes seemed to continue as the weird intruder continued his downward course.

The echoes of Leon's harsh tone seemed to resound from the safe itself.

Sharp, regular echoes seemed to bounce off the trees, though am somewhere much deeper into the forest.

Even the echoes of his footsteps seemed to ache.

The echoes of his low, sinister tone seemed to repeat the words that he had written.

Its echoes seemed to persist and rise again, after it should have ended.

Yet the echoes of that clicking cane seemed to leave their mark.

But the echoes of that weird mirth seemed to hover over the scene.

The echoes seemed to splinter against the calm sky.