Creaked

The past tense of 'creak', meaning to make a harsh, squeaking sound, typically due to friction or pressure. This sound is often associated with old or poorly maintained objects, and suggests movement, stress, or instability. Creaking can be produced by various materials like wood, metal, or even joints in a person's body. It can be a soft, subtle noise or a loud, grating one. Often, it's a sound of age, wear, and tear, adding a sense of realism, suspense, or foreboding to a scene. The sound itself often implies something is old, worn, or possibly about to fail or break under pressure. This sound is often associated with mystery or anticipation.

Creaked meaning with examples

• The old wooden staircase creaked ominously underfoot, each step a groan of aged wood. The sound echoed through the silent house, amplifying the suspense as I slowly made my way up. I felt like I was about to open a door to a past kept behind me. The sound increased as I turned the corner on the landing, I thought I heard a footstep behind me.
• The rusty gate creaked open, its hinges protesting against the intrusion. A chilling gust of wind swept through, swirling leaves around my feet. The air suddenly grew still. I could smell the wet earth and the decaying leaves that filled the garden, as the sun began to set creating long shadows across the garden.
• As the ship pitched in the storm, the wooden timbers creaked and groaned. The rhythmic sound was a constant reminder of the ship's vulnerability. The waves crashed against the hull, creating a symphony of groaning from the wood. I feared that the ship could split at any second, and plunge me into the cold, stormy water of the Atlantic.
• He shifted in his chair, and the worn leather creaked in response. His silence felt deafening, like his movements were the only sounds I could hear. I had the impression that if I could just get closer, he would break down his silence. The tension grew more with each second that passed, and I wanted to escape the room.
• The floorboards creaked under the weight of the moving furniture, announcing our arrival to the neighbors downstairs. This felt like the start of something fresh. The sound brought our attention back to the task at hand, but I could feel the beginning of an ache from moving all this heavy furniture, upstairs.
• The old schoolhouse creaked in the wind. It stood proudly in the centre of town, and seemed to weather any storm. The windows rattled in their frames, creating an eerie melody. The wind caused the old wooden structure to groan and squeak.
• The door slowly creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room. The mystery of the room became apparent as I walked inside. Shadows danced on the walls. I heard the sound of rain against the window, and felt the cold air on my skin.
• With the first movement, my knees creaked audibly, as if to announce the effort required. I felt the cold and aching feeling in my joints. I needed to be more careful with my movements. It reminded me that I am no longer as youthful as I once was.
• The ancient door creaked as if to tell me a story. The hinges had not been oiled in years, and it complained. Its sound was reminiscent of secrets, and long forgotten tales. The heavy weight felt as though it kept an important piece of history.
• He pulled the heavy drawer open, and the wood creaked with his effort. The force required was immense and could be heard throughout the entire house. The treasures hidden within were sure to be amazing, whatever he was looking for.
• As I slowly stepped onto the porch the wooden floorboards creaked under my weight, a sound that always sent a chill up my spine. I felt the weight of the world and all of my worries on my shoulders. The creaks echoed through the quiet night, as though the house itself held its breath.