My office sits at the end of a hallway, and I often have that part of the building to myself. During these times, it gets eerily quiet – for the most part. There may be the sound of the keys clicking on my keyboard. There may be the sound of someone shutting a door at the other end of the building. However, there is always a squeaking sound coming from the ceiling.
The first time I noticed the sound, it was at a slow and steady pace. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. I listened for a few minutes and kept thinking I had heard that sound somewhere before. It squeaked. I listened. Then, it hit me. This was the same sound in the opening scene of Once Upon a Time in the West, a Sergio Leone Western. The scene lasts forever and shows three gunmen waiting for the train to arrive at an isolated depot. Throughout their wait, an old windmill constantly turns and squeaks.
It squeaked so bad that this guy killed himself. Don’t believe me? Look it up.
To get the full effect, you should watch a portion of the scene. That windmill noise is the one outside my office. I should add that I don’t drink water from my hat or trap flies in the barrel of my gun.
At times, the squeaking noise speeds up, and the entire dynamic changes. Instead of sounding like a rusty windmill in a Western, it sounds like a squeaking bed from a porn movie. This is a family site, most of the time, so I will not include any porn images. However, I found a link that recreates the sound at my end of the hall.
As the title says, sometimes it’s a Western, sometimes it’s a porno. Other times, I turn iTunes up to 11.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
How close to your office is this windmill? That would drive me crazy. I wasn’t able to watch the clip on my iPad, but Western aficionado that I am, I’m pretty sure I remember the scene, LOL.
I think it’s part of the air conditioning unit in the ceiling outside my office.
I heard that in the closet the other day and wondered who was on the roof . . . you know . . . squeaking.
There is a mystery squeaker on the loose. I think it should be one of the stories included in the Halloween Walk.
Are you sure it isn’t the latter taking place somewhere above your head? I’ve heard tales of things that kids get up to at school. [ahem] I do not speak from first hand experience.
NO REALLY.
I thought about that, but I’m not sure the ceiling tiles would hold up under the stress. And, I would never believe that you would know of such things.
I’m glad you realize I wasn’t that kind of girl.
(No, really, I went to art school. We didn’t have anywhere to mess around, that all happened off campus.)
No place to mess around at an art school? I don’t believe it.