When I had just arrived in Australia, I lived for a while in Mayfield, near a derelict steel factory that had been closed for years.
The nights were never completely silent. After midnight, vague noises still seemed to come from the abandoned building. Maybe it was the wind, maybe something else.
I heard the squeaking and shifting of metal, always ending in soft trumpet-like sounds.
I imagined a gigantic elephant living there, once intended to carry out the heavy work.