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Our audio journey begins with the eerie, haunting sound of a door slowly creaking open. It's a harsh, high-pitched squeak, the kind that sends chills down your spine. The noise is loud and grating, a testament to the age and neglect of the door. It yields reluctantly, the rusty hinges protesting each movement with a symphony of creaks and groans. Once the door is fully open, the atmosphere shifts subtly. The squeaky protests of the door are replaced with the soft, rhythmic sound of footsteps on an old staircase. Each step ascends higher and higher, the wooden planks creaking underfoot with a noisy, yet somewhat comforting familiarity. The pace is slow, deliberate, as if the invisible traveler is savoring the journey or perhaps, aware of the staircase's fragility. The interplay of the creaky door and the ascending staircase paints a vivid picture of an old, possibly haunted house. The audio
