Hell yes I would! For a long time I used to scare people all the time cuz they couldn’t hear me coming. I can also recognize all kinds of obscure sounds and identify people footsteps.
Also my family has 10+ dogs in their house and I can even tell some of their footsteps from each other
My stepdad was abusive with a temper. My sister and I never knew what would set him off. We learned not to make noise when we walked. We never raised our voices near him. I learned that my best survival technique was to make myself invisible. That meant to never talk back, never be seen, and when talked to by him to agree with everything he said.
All is well today, and I have a great family and life. Although I still walk very lightly and can sneak up on someone so easily. It is fun sometimes!
My wife always closes doors at night like KACHUNK letting the latch hit. I carefully turn the knob so the latch is silent, and I close the door slowly so it whispers into the frame. Guess which one is us was an only child?
Freaks my wife out how quiet I am sometimes. It wasn’t a physically abusive home, more verbal. It was Just really tense all the time so I learned to stay off the radar.
I wouldn’t say my dad was abusive, he had a quick temper and was quick to raise his hand, but was overall an ok guy. The things that those behaviors taught me were to lie quickly and run till he cooled off.
I’ve told my husband he would be dead in the first 10 minutes of the movie because of how loud he is. He had a happy childhood and his parents are still together, I didn’t/ don’t.
My grandpa calls me Ghost because I’m so quiet I scare people by accident lol. Sometimes people forget that I’m in a room even when I’m right next to them. I’ve been mistaken for an empty chair and sat on more than once.
Everyone talking about how quiet they would be just walking around existing, the REAL survival comes from being able to see awful things happen in front of you and stay silent, it’s the hypervigilance, the ability to make quick decisions when shit is hitting the fan, the ability to keep going despite the horror, the loss, the trauma.
that’s how all that shit gets built. You learn to be quiet even when you’re being loud. I play with legos at night and my wife and kids have never known. if they did they’d have joined me.
honestly yeah growing up walking on eggshells, staying quiet, reading every little mood shift, that kinda survival mode is second nature to a lot of us. scary how that trauma would actually be useful.
Before I just gave in and kept quietly hiding in my room, I would be quietly sitting in the living room minding my own business. More than once people would come in, sit down, and change the channel on the TV on me, not even realizing I was in there. Which of course would launch into an argument that ended with me being called an “Entitled spoiled princess” for just trying to exist in a moment in my own home. Wait, sorry, their home.
I feel like anyone with competent parents would have survived longer than that first kid. “Oh let me put the batteries of the noisy toy right next to the noisy toy instead of just pocketing the batteries and giving him the toy”.
Sometimes I’ll go a couple of days without actually speaking out loud, and kinda mumble an incoherent jumble of half words for a moment when I eventually find myself engaging in a conversation again.
One thing that didn’t click for me recently was when my wife was scared with how quiet I was when I cried. I never really connected the dots that I just naturally did it cause of my dad
…….damn you’re right. I still remember setting off the home intruder alarm at my dad’s house in the night because a cabinet door closed the sliiiiightest bit too loud and the alarm made me cry, then the police were automatically called, and my dad was insanely pissed at me lol. Damn good training for the apocalypse ig
I mean, the entire premise of the movie doesn’t make any sense. They can hear a sound from miles away but can’t hear a human breathing or heartbeats from inches away? If you accidentally make a noise, just immediately lie down in a corner and freeze and they’ll never find you.
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If I can tank a hit from my dad then I can tank a hit from those monsters. I’m sure of it.
Right up until I stub my toe on a chair that’s been in the same place for fifteen goddamn years.
I memorize squeaky floorboards at friend’s and learn to avoid them. I do that with everything…
Us introverts would basically be unchanged in a quiet place scenario
Just pretend you’re a child home with no parental supervision and the jehovas witnesses knocking on the door
I’m still light on my feet because of my dad
Italian family. I’m dead in the first 20 minutes.
Hell yes I would! For a long time I used to scare people all the time cuz they couldn’t hear me coming. I can also recognize all kinds of obscure sounds and identify people footsteps.
Also my family has 10+ dogs in their house and I can even tell some of their footsteps from each other
My stepdad was abusive with a temper. My sister and I never knew what would set him off. We learned not to make noise when we walked. We never raised our voices near him. I learned that my best survival technique was to make myself invisible. That meant to never talk back, never be seen, and when talked to by him to agree with everything he said.
All is well today, and I have a great family and life. Although I still walk very lightly and can sneak up on someone so easily. It is fun sometimes!
My wife always closes doors at night like KACHUNK letting the latch hit. I carefully turn the knob so the latch is silent, and I close the door slowly so it whispers into the frame. Guess which one is us was an only child?
Freaks my wife out how quiet I am sometimes. It wasn’t a physically abusive home, more verbal. It was Just really tense all the time so I learned to stay off the radar.
I still cannot shit unless it’s done clandestinely.
I’d either end up blending in with them or I’d last so long and get so tired of being alone that I’d give my location up on purpose.
I wouldn’t say my dad was abusive, he had a quick temper and was quick to raise his hand, but was overall an ok guy. The things that those behaviors taught me were to lie quickly and run till he cooled off.
80s and 90s kids who lived in perennial fear of their dad and instantly stfu when he came home
I’ve told my husband he would be dead in the first 10 minutes of the movie because of how loud he is. He had a happy childhood and his parents are still together, I didn’t/ don’t.
I am so good at hide and seek and the quiet game. I got this.
Also, no woman would be left alive after about 12 hours…
EDIT: If you down-voters think that women are capable of staying quiet for any reasonable length of time, well, I’ve got a bridge I can sell you!
Correct. I’m so quiet I have a habit of unintentionally startling people.
What abusive parents think they teach: respect and obedience
What the actually teach: how to be quiet and tell convincing lies
Good point. That made me think of the short Opal
Just get a dog whistle. I saw the whole movie, not to brag or anything.
My grandpa calls me Ghost because I’m so quiet I scare people by accident lol. Sometimes people forget that I’m in a room even when I’m right next to them. I’ve been mistaken for an empty chair and sat on more than once.
Ouch. Trauma survivors are adept at surviving adversities! I would like to think anyway
Everyone talking about how quiet they would be just walking around existing, the REAL survival comes from being able to see awful things happen in front of you and stay silent, it’s the hypervigilance, the ability to make quick decisions when shit is hitting the fan, the ability to keep going despite the horror, the loss, the trauma.
that’s how all that shit gets built. You learn to be quiet even when you’re being loud. I play with legos at night and my wife and kids have never known. if they did they’d have joined me.
I’d be perfectly fine. Until allergy season.
Or anybody who has a brain. Just go live under the noisy waterfall.
honestly yeah growing up walking on eggshells, staying quiet, reading every little mood shift, that kinda survival mode is second nature to a lot of us. scary how that trauma would actually be useful.
Before I just gave in and kept quietly hiding in my room, I would be quietly sitting in the living room minding my own business. More than once people would come in, sit down, and change the channel on the TV on me, not even realizing I was in there. Which of course would launch into an argument that ended with me being called an “Entitled spoiled princess” for just trying to exist in a moment in my own home. Wait, sorry, their home.
I have the ability to walk silently in flip flops.
I now live in the house I grew up in (taking care of my mom in her 80s) and I still know exactly where it is safe to step and it is not.
I still creep past two openings and one door in order to be silent and not even move any air around.
If I drop something, I completely freeze and wait to see if it was heard, even if it was something normal to drop, like a bar of soap.
My mom’s husband passed two years ago but I still act as if he is still present and waiting for any noise of any kind. He basically haunts the house.
I’d be feeding my parents to those creatures like bread to ducks.
I feel like anyone with competent parents would have survived longer than that first kid. “Oh let me put the batteries of the noisy toy right next to the noisy toy instead of just pocketing the batteries and giving him the toy”.
People raised by abusive parents would hear that silence and think, ‘Ah yes, my childhood’ Survival skills? More like PTSD training.
Anybody that survived Physics and any sort of Band class can survive the Death Angels.
Sometimes I’ll go a couple of days without actually speaking out loud, and kinda mumble an incoherent jumble of half words for a moment when I eventually find myself engaging in a conversation again.
One thing that didn’t click for me recently was when my wife was scared with how quiet I was when I cried. I never really connected the dots that I just naturally did it cause of my dad
…….damn you’re right. I still remember setting off the home intruder alarm at my dad’s house in the night because a cabinet door closed the sliiiiightest bit too loud and the alarm made me cry, then the police were automatically called, and my dad was insanely pissed at me lol. Damn good training for the apocalypse ig
Haha, I thought that way back when I saw that film. To this day, in my 60s, I’m the most unobtrusive, quiet walker on the planet.
The whole thing might be a metaphor, in fact.
I mean, the entire premise of the movie doesn’t make any sense. They can hear a sound from miles away but can’t hear a human breathing or heartbeats from inches away? If you accidentally make a noise, just immediately lie down in a corner and freeze and they’ll never find you.