Orange - Rotten - Dropping On A Table - Low 5

The room was filled with a cacophony of sounds, each one more grotesque than the last. The first sound that assaulted my ears was that of an orange, overripe and rotten, dropping onto a table with a sickening thud. The sound echoed off the walls, reverberating through the room like a grotesque symphony. It was a sound that made my skin crawl, a sound that made me want to cover my ears and block it out. As I tried to recover from the first sound, another noise filled the air. The sound of a high five, orange and rotten, dropping onto a rug with a soft thud. This sound was almost worse than the first, the soft impact of the fruit hitting the fabric sending shivers down my spine. It was a sound that seemed to linger in the air, haunting me long after it had faded into silence. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, another sound pierced the air. The sound of an overripe orange dropping onto a table with a low, guttural thud. This sound was deeper, darker, somehow more sinister than the others. It was a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the room, filling the space with a sense of foreboding. As I stood there, trying to come to terms with the cacophony of sounds assaulting my senses, another noise shattered the silence. The sound of an overripe orange hitting a window with a dull thud. It was a sound that seemed to reverberate through the glass, sending shards of fear skittering down my spine. It was a sound that seemed to speak to some deep, primal part of my brain, a sound that made me want to flee the room and never look back. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, another sound filled the air. The sound of an orange, overripe and rotten, dropping and splattering with a sickening squelch. This sound was the worst of all, the sound of the fruit bursting open and oozing its putrid insides onto the floor. It was a sound that made my stomach lurch, a sound that made me want to retch and run far away from whatever horror lay before me. As I tried to compose myself, another sound cut through the air. The sound of an overripe orange dropping onto a rug with a soft thud. This sound was different from the others, somehow more subtle, more insidious. It was a sound that seemed to worm its way into my mind, burrowing deep and setting up camp in the darkest corners of my consciousness. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, another noise shattered the silence. The sound of an overripe orange hitting a painted wall with a low, dull thud. This sound was different from the others, somehow more final, more conclusive. It was a sound that seemed to mark the end of something, the closing of a chapter in the grotesque symphony that had been playing out before me. As I stood there, trying to make sense of the sounds assaulting my senses, another noise cut through the air. The sound of an overripe orange dropping onto a cushion with a soft thud. This sound was different from the others, somehow more comforting, more familiar. It was a sound that seemed to offer some small respite from the horror that had been unfolding before me, a brief moment of peace in a storm of chaos. As I tried to come to terms with the cacophony of sounds echoing through the room, another noise filled the air. The sound of an overripe orange hitting a painted wall with a high, sharp thud. This sound was different from the others, somehow more violent, more aggressive. It was a sound that seemed to cut through the air like a knife, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, another sound sliced through the air. The sound of an orange, overripe and rotten, dropping onto a rug with a soft thud. This sound was the last straw, the final nail in the coffin of my sanity. It was a sound that seemed to echo through the room, filling the space with a sense of finality and dread. You can play and download these sounds here.