There was an old squeaky door in my grandparents’ house. It was the door to the basement that no one dared to go down. As the house kept moving the door kept squeaking and as the door got slammed the hinges would get looser and looser. It was a wooden door with dints and marks that wouldn’t come off. In my small family we all knew not to slam it but when we have visitor that we play hide and seek with we all know that people go down there. As the door slammed we all knew it’s finished.