Squeak

The audio begins with a deep, stereo hum, reminiscent of an old, slightly malfunctioning machine. Its drone is steady and persistent, creating an ominous backdrop for the sounds to follow. Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak slices through the hum, jolting the listener and adding a layer of unease to the ambiance. The squeak is evocative of an old, wooden chair creaking under the weight of an unseen presence. It's a sound that's unsettling in its familiarity yet disturbing in its context, a sound that's both everyday and eerie at the same time. As the squeak subsides, it's replaced by the oscillating whir of a fan. It's a comforting sound at first, a reprieve from the startling squeak, but there's something not quite right about it. The rhythm is off, too fast then too slow, creating a sense of unease that's heightened by the continuing hum and the memory of the squeak. Finally