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.
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
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.
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.)
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.
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.