| Title |
Pscyh! That's the wrong number |
| Board | Pscyh! That's The Wrong Number Soundboard |
| Format | MP3 |
| Length | 3 seconds |
| Plays | 0 plays |
| Auto Transcribed | No |
Pscyh! That's the wrong number
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Description: "Pscyh! That's the wrong number." The exasperated voice on the other end of the line was audible through the receiver, the sharp consonants cutting through the air like a knife. The sound of frustration was palpable, as if the person on the other end of the line was about to explode with anger. It was a jarring sound, one that made my heart race and my palms sweat.
The next sound was a sharp click, followed by the dial tone buzzing in my ear. It was a stark contrast to the previous sound, the abrupt end of the conversation leaving me feeling adrift. The monotonous tone seemed to echo in my head, a constant reminder of my mistake. The sound was grating, like nails on a chalkboard, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that it brought.
As I sat staring at the phone in my hand, the next sound came like a whisper in the wind. It was a gentle, almost soothing sound, a reminder that not all was lost. The soft rustling of paper as I searched for the correct number brought a sense of calm over me, a reassurance that I could make things right. The sound was a balm to my frayed nerves, a comforting presence in the midst of chaos.
But just as quickly as the calm settled over me, it was shattered by the next sound. A loud beep pierced the air, startling me out of my reverie. The harsh sound was like a slap in the face, a reminder that I had yet to rectify my mistake. It seemed to mock me, taunting me with its relentless rhythm. Each beep felt like a countdown, a reminder of time slipping away.
And then came the silence. A heavy, suffocating silence that blanketed the room like a thick fog. It was an oppressive sound, weighing down on me like a ton of bricks. The absence of noise only served to amplify the cacophony of thoughts swirling in my head. It was as if the world had come to a standstill, waiting for me to make my next move.
Suddenly, a sharp ring shattered the silence, causing me to jump in my seat. The jarring sound was like a bolt of lightning, electrifying the air around me. It was insistent, demanding to be heard above all else. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should answer, but ultimately gave in to the persistent sound.
As I brought the receiver to my ear, the next sound filled the void. It was a voice, calm and measured, unlike the previous outburst. The words were like a soothing melody, washing over me like a gentle wave. The tone was reassuring, giving me hope that I could make amends for my mistake. It was a welcome reprieve from the chaos that had surrounded me moments before.
But just as the calm settled over me, the final sound cut through the air like a knife. "Pscyh! That's the wrong number." The words were sharp, filled with a mix of frustration and resignation. It was a stark reminder of my misstep, a final nail in the coffin of my mistake. The sound hung in the air like a heavy cloud, a lingering reminder of my failure.
And with that, the line went dead, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The sounds of the phone call echoed in my mind, a haunting melody that I couldn't shake. Each sound was etched into my memory, a permanent reminder of the consequences of my actions.
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The next sound was a sharp click, followed by the dial tone buzzing in my ear. It was a stark contrast to the previous sound, the abrupt end of the conversation leaving me feeling adrift. The monotonous tone seemed to echo in my head, a constant reminder of my mistake. The sound was grating, like nails on a chalkboard, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that it brought.
As I sat staring at the phone in my hand, the next sound came like a whisper in the wind. It was a gentle, almost soothing sound, a reminder that not all was lost. The soft rustling of paper as I searched for the correct number brought a sense of calm over me, a reassurance that I could make things right. The sound was a balm to my frayed nerves, a comforting presence in the midst of chaos.
But just as quickly as the calm settled over me, it was shattered by the next sound. A loud beep pierced the air, startling me out of my reverie. The harsh sound was like a slap in the face, a reminder that I had yet to rectify my mistake. It seemed to mock me, taunting me with its relentless rhythm. Each beep felt like a countdown, a reminder of time slipping away.
And then came the silence. A heavy, suffocating silence that blanketed the room like a thick fog. It was an oppressive sound, weighing down on me like a ton of bricks. The absence of noise only served to amplify the cacophony of thoughts swirling in my head. It was as if the world had come to a standstill, waiting for me to make my next move.
Suddenly, a sharp ring shattered the silence, causing me to jump in my seat. The jarring sound was like a bolt of lightning, electrifying the air around me. It was insistent, demanding to be heard above all else. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should answer, but ultimately gave in to the persistent sound.
As I brought the receiver to my ear, the next sound filled the void. It was a voice, calm and measured, unlike the previous outburst. The words were like a soothing melody, washing over me like a gentle wave. The tone was reassuring, giving me hope that I could make amends for my mistake. It was a welcome reprieve from the chaos that had surrounded me moments before.
But just as the calm settled over me, the final sound cut through the air like a knife. "Pscyh! That's the wrong number." The words were sharp, filled with a mix of frustration and resignation. It was a stark reminder of my misstep, a final nail in the coffin of my mistake. The sound hung in the air like a heavy cloud, a lingering reminder of my failure.
And with that, the line went dead, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The sounds of the phone call echoed in my mind, a haunting melody that I couldn't shake. Each sound was etched into my memory, a permanent reminder of the consequences of my actions.
You can play and download these sounds here.