There is a sound, it could be anything, but it has one distinguishing factor:
It makes you want to run to the source of it and just MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP.
My sound? The sound of my father eating an apple.
My father, bless his cotton socks, is profoundly deaf. He can’t hear what he sounds like when he’s eating. But I can. Oh god, I can. I turn on loud music. I literally shout “LA LA LA LA LA LA” until it stops. The sound of my father eating an apple can drive me screaming from the room. It’s okay, he doesn’t know I’m screaming.
It’s just… shudder. If I went to hell, that would be the soundtrack. The endless munch-slurp of my father eating an apple.
munch-slurp. munch-slurp. munch-slurp.
What’s your MAKEITSTOP?