As the audio commences, a metallic squeaking sound permeates the atmosphere. The resonating noise paints a vivid picture of a creaky, worn-out metal gate that's seen better days. Its rusted hinges echo in a symphony of creaks as it swings to and fro, the metal grinding against itself in a sharp chorus of high-pitched notes. Each movement of the gate is punctuated by a unique creak, a reminder of its age and endless tales it could tell. The persistent squeaking persists, setting an eerie yet oddly nostalgic ambiance.