Take a recording of Saturn's auroral radio waves, shift it down by a factor of 44, and you get the serene, soothing sounds of Saturn!
Article
http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/cassini/multimedia/pia07966.html (http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/cassini/multimedia/pia07966.html)
Actual soundfile
http://www.nasa.gov/wav/123163main_cas-skr1-112203.wav (http://www.nasa.gov/wav/123163main_cas-skr1-112203.wav)
Congratulations! Having dropped your psychic defenses before listening to that, your mind has now become home to the ravenous and furious ghosts of a long dead planet! Expect to scrawl mysterious runes across your cubicle walls for the rest of the afternoon, explode every electronic device you touch on your way home, and vomit magenta energy plasma across your significant other's screaming used-to-be-face when you go to make love tonight.
But hey, on the plus side: From now on, if somebody asks you what the scariest shit you've ever heard is, you can smile and state, matter-of-factly: "Saturn." When they blink at you in confusion, you can satisfy their curiosity by bringing up that video file and then voila! There's yet another mind ravaged by the screeching spirits of a murder planet. Because the only thing worse than being the mind-hive for a continent of spectral sociopaths, is being the only mind-hive for a continent of spectral sociopaths.
Nobody likes to be lonely.