Creaking Gate

In the chilling darkness of the night, an eerie sound slices through the silence. It's the groan of a hulking metal gate, echoing with an unsettling resonance. The gate, a gothic masterpiece, stands as the entrance to a forgotten graveyard, where time seems to have stood still. The sound it makes is far from welcoming - it's a spooky, creaking noise that reverberates into the stillness, a telltale sign of its rusty, weather-beaten hinges. The atmosphere is heavy with an obscure horror, the type that sends shivers down the spine. Each creak, each groan from the old gate, only adds to the eeriness, making the scene more spine-chilling. It's as if the gate is protesting against being disturbed, its metallic whine a warning for those who dare to enter. This isn't just a creaking gate; it's a symphony of the night, a haunting echo in the heart of the graveyard