As the audio commences, the distinct and anticipative sound of a door starting to move is heard. The door, presumably wooden from the deep resonance it produces, is not just opening or closing. It's making a peculiar noise - a squeak. The sound is prolonged, not a single, quick disturbance, but a drawn-out creak that seems to fill the space. It's a sound that is unmistakably identifiable and would have you picturing an old, weathered door, possibly in need of some oiling, trying to swing on rusty hinges. This continuous high-pitched noise, the quintessential squeak, echoes in the background. It's a sound that's both familiar and eerie, a sound that suggests age, wear, and a certain nostalgic charm.