The audio commences with a low, creeping sound, reminiscent of a door slowly creaking open in an old, abandoned house. The high-pitched squeak of rusted hinges sets an eerie atmosphere, evoking images of dimly lit hallways and dust-coated surfaces. Suddenly, the soft scrape of guitar strings breaks through the unsettling silence. The sound is discordant and harsh, like fingernails dragging down a chalkboard. The strings seem to scream out in protest, each scrape echoing through the chilling quietude. The tension escalates, each scrape producing a more hair-raising, spine-tingling effect than the last. The creepy melody continues, intertwining with the ominous creaking, forming a symphony of horror that sends shivers down the spine. The scraping becomes frantic, a cacophony of sound that seems to emulate the desperate strumming of a guitarist caught in a nightmare. The audio concludes with a final, echoing scrape, leaving