As he tells his father, what he misses most is the sound of traffic. It seems the noise made by trucks and taxi cabs created for him a kind of evening lullaby. Now he finds it difficult to fall asleep in the quiet.
“What about the sound of crickets?” Navidson asks.
Chad shakes his head.
“It’s not the same. I dunno. Sometimes it’s just silent… No sound at all.”
“Does that scare you?”
“Why?” asks his father.
“It’s like something’s waiting.”
Chad shrugs. “I dunno Daddy. I just like the sound of traffic.”
House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski.