I woke up again last night after hearing the same haunting noise that has plagued me since my early childhood. This time however, is the first time I have heard it during my adult life. When I was younger, I called the noise “sideways static”, but now I don’t give it a name, as I am trying to forget that it exists. When I was 6 or so, my family was killed in a fatal car accident. I was the only survivor. My only memory of the incident is seeing some men in uniforms rescue me from that abhorrent mess which once was my family car. The weird thing that always haunted me about the incident was the men who…