Whirlpool Washer and Dryer
Those are beautiful machines. They are the exact machines my Mom had when I was little. I remember them well. They were built up on some kind of platform in the basement, but I don't remember why. Anyway, the light on the washer developed some kind of short in it so when the washer would spin the light might flicker on and off. One day, the washer was spinning and a little off balance so it was wobbling a bit. The light was flickering on and off and the buzzer that notified you of the final spin was buzzing looudly. I was like 4 years old and thought the washer was a monster coming after me. I ran to the other side of the basement and locked myself in my Dad's workshop. My Mom was scared to death because of all the tools so she called my Dad at work. He had to hop the train and come home from the city (New York) to unlock the door and let me out.
I guess I was always getting in some kind of trouble when I was small. We had a Youngstown top load dishwasher at the time and my Dad had to put a shutoff switch high in one of the kitchen cabinets because I was always trying to play with it. My Mom was afraid I was going to fall in the thing and burn myself because it got so hot inside.