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When I was in the JCs scouting for spooky things, I was brought to a remote farmhouse to listen to their old windmill.
If only I had access to some good sound recording devices! This thing had needed grease for a long time (A job my Grandfather used to do) The windmill squealed, roared, "ground" gears all in it's own breeze-inspired schedule.
For our second JC haunt , which used what is now my wine cellar, we were loaned an 8-track tape of some very old, classical organ music which was played very loudly in the 32 by 16 underground stone arched ceiling room!
As people left the Haunt sometimes I would ask them:"What did you think of the music?"
Almost everybody would shrug and say:"What music?"
I guess the music "Fit" this room that well? (We sure didn't have much to distract them otherwise with a $2.00 budget and only 4-6 workers.)
But, THE Sound of all-time scariness will still and always be... the wind as it blew around or over my Parents original front door.
I still can not understand how it ever made such sounds?
The door was a thick wooden door, fairly new at the time with multi-panes in the top half, thick wooden window framing.
The door was exposed to the outdoors, no storm door and there was a stubby little porch roof above it, which may have helped it make it's "Music"?
Here goes as I TRY to describe the sound(s) it would make: There may have had beginning vibration that was really no warning at all since everything would happen so quickly as a high-pitched other-worldly scream that could have resembled a huge violin being tortured would seem to go ranging from the bottom edge of the door to the top of the door seeming to require about five seconds to get to the top and finish in a lower register.
If there was ever an actual terrible monster at the door... it would have been scared away!
I would be in the same room most of the time with this door, playing with toys, maybe unscrewing the door's hinges with my tiny screw driver when this incredible scream would happen , without warning making me turn towards it and shudder with fear.. because I just could not get used to the volume and scariness it could make!
If only I had access to some good sound recording devices! This thing had needed grease for a long time (A job my Grandfather used to do) The windmill squealed, roared, "ground" gears all in it's own breeze-inspired schedule.
For our second JC haunt , which used what is now my wine cellar, we were loaned an 8-track tape of some very old, classical organ music which was played very loudly in the 32 by 16 underground stone arched ceiling room!
As people left the Haunt sometimes I would ask them:"What did you think of the music?"
Almost everybody would shrug and say:"What music?"
I guess the music "Fit" this room that well? (We sure didn't have much to distract them otherwise with a $2.00 budget and only 4-6 workers.)
But, THE Sound of all-time scariness will still and always be... the wind as it blew around or over my Parents original front door.
I still can not understand how it ever made such sounds?
The door was a thick wooden door, fairly new at the time with multi-panes in the top half, thick wooden window framing.
The door was exposed to the outdoors, no storm door and there was a stubby little porch roof above it, which may have helped it make it's "Music"?
Here goes as I TRY to describe the sound(s) it would make: There may have had beginning vibration that was really no warning at all since everything would happen so quickly as a high-pitched other-worldly scream that could have resembled a huge violin being tortured would seem to go ranging from the bottom edge of the door to the top of the door seeming to require about five seconds to get to the top and finish in a lower register.
If there was ever an actual terrible monster at the door... it would have been scared away!
I would be in the same room most of the time with this door, playing with toys, maybe unscrewing the door's hinges with my tiny screw driver when this incredible scream would happen , without warning making me turn towards it and shudder with fear.. because I just could not get used to the volume and scariness it could make!