Story from way back...
Shared this a while back...!
These used to give me nightmares. For years and years I did not know what these were. I was born in Southern California and live here now, but spent the ages 3-13 in Denver. I had a friend who had a semi-custom house. We were playing over there one time, I was about 8. He takes me to the bottom of the staircase and tells me to check out the ceiling at the top of the staircase, and to go up. I did, staring at these slats in the ceiling. When I got to the top, he hit a switch I did not expect. These slats slammed open with a smack, and this hellaciously noisy fan came on. It literally scared the hell out of me. For years I would just freak out about the thought of such a thing, and why would you want it in the house!
Anyways, fast forward to about 10 years ago when my wife and I were looking for a house. We went to one that was a newer custom home that the owner ran out of money and was selling. There was no furniture in it. We were encouraged to look all over the house versus a realtor tour of it. So, my wife went to the kitchen, and I went off to the garage!
Going down this one hallway, I happened to glance up and see a set of slats in the ceiling. (I still did not know what a whole house fan was at this point.) I stood staring at it, saying...oh oh.
I look over, and there is a silver plate on the wall with a rotary switch on it. For some insane reason, I rotated the switch.
There was a pause, then WHAM! those slats banged open and wooooooooooo the fan fired up, but this time not on a high stairwell ceiling but right near my face. AHHHHHHHHHHHGGGHHHH!
So, I turn back to the switch to turn the damned thing off, and unbelievably, the switch breaks in my hand! I couldn't believe it. I grabbed the thin little stem that the switch had busted off of and attempted to turn it off, but my fingers were sweating so bad I couldn't grip it. Finally, I took a key and placed it against the flat side of the stem and was able to get enough leverage to barely snap it into the off position.
My wife had just enough time to see me do it...and I yelled at her...."That's it, that's that sicko fan I told you about!!!!"
They do sound like they work well, but I could never ever get over the creepiness of them.