POV: you are a Chinese airborne troop dropped in the first wave of WW3. You missed your DZ and landed in some southern field: alone. It is night. Your Chinesium NVGs are dead. You only have 60 rounds… and from the dark you hear this.
Neighbors fought again. I put a speaker next to the wall and played a loud swaying tone reminiscent of high voltage hum. I could hear them stop arguing and start to coordinate to figure out where it was coming from