Little sounds that cause terror in your adult self.

I was just thinking about the sounds that scare you as a kid and as an adult. Obviously there are many unknown sounds in the dark and loud things that you grow out of as you get older.

But I just experienced one of those that goes the other way. I was a weird kid I guess, but I used to love listening to the rhythmic bang of things loose in the dryer. But today as I went by the dryer I heard one of those tiny little sounds that creates an Ohh! shit moment.

"Hmm clicking in the dryer, a familiar sort of click…Yeah I definitely know that sound, that is …GAHHHH! escaped pen in the dryer!!

Fortunately It maintained integrity and no harm was done, But the sheer panic of hundreds of dollars of work clothes getting wrecked was about the biggest adrenaline rush I’ve had in a while. damn I becoming a boring old man.

Here’s one: A too-sharp cracking or crunching sound when you’re chewing something - indicating a broken tooth, detached crown or some other dental disaster.

A slow, untraceable, drip--------drip---------drip of water going somewhere it shouldn’t be going from somewhere you can’t find…yet.

Any sound coming from the van that is out of the ordinary.

Phone ringing at 3:00AM.

The dog trying to throw up.

This. It almost certainly means somebody’s dead, dying, or homeless because of a house fire.

Telephone’s ringing, but I don’t answer it
'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon

- Cowboy Junkies, Sun Comes Up, It’s Tuesday Morning

“Uh-oh” from my husband or children

No sound at all. From the children who are out of sight.

A workman of any type in my house using the phrase “I need you to look at this”

Had that one happen TWICE in the past month (broken tooth, detached filling)…both caused by jelly candy.:smack:

I spend a lot of time on the second floor of my house: sleeping, painting, using the bathroom, working on the computer. Above me is the attic. There is no way for any kind of animal to get into (or out of) the attic. But occasionally I hear what sounds like an animal scurrying around up there. The cats hear it too. I go up and check. Nothing.

As a kid, an errant sound in the house means ghosts.

As an adult, it means an intruder.

I wish I could go back in time and tell my six-year-old self that those noises are ok.

And that I could convince my 40-year-old self the same thing.

A certain rattle and then a whirrrr, which is the sound of a small child de-spooling vhs and casette tapes. (I dont have many anymore, but the ones I do are precious… wedding videos and things like that.)

Air escaping from a raft.

The click of the first shutter curtain firing and the second…not so much.

at work, we have computers out front and a printer in the back. Whenever someone rings up and order, the printer prints.

I swear to God I hear that fucking printer in my sleep sometimes. I’m not sure anyone who has not worked as a cook can understand the sinking feeling you get when the printer just keeps going… and going… and going… and going… or when you think you have a second to make the dressings you desperately need RFN and then the damn thing starts up or when you’ve been left all alone in the kitchen with a giant pile of dishes and no help and you hear it or when you’re exhausted and praying for a slow night and it’s… not slow. And since we can’t put a face to the customers, it’s the printer making more work for us. And it’s never just one small order- if there’s one, there’s almost certainly another behind it.

This has been the topic of conversation in the kitchen many times. Lots of us hear the printer in our sleep.

Ooooh yeah. No more toffee peanuts for me. Ended up getting a root canal.

Appropriate post for such a user name.

Loud bangs, which are a holdover from Vietnam all those years past. I guess I’ll never stop being startled by that. The "hulk. . .hulk…HULLACKK!" of the cat barfing.

A choking sound over the baby monitor.

Creaks and groans in the house when my husband is out of town.

The squeak of the door swinging open and closed by itself while the kids are asleep.

The rush of water I didn’t turn on in the kitchen or laundry room (usually signifies a flood).