The wood creaked as he made his way across the deck.
The wood creaked in protest, and he dropped his hands.
Wood creaked as those present in court got to their feet one rainy April day.
The wood of his seat creaked as he moved.
Wood creaked and whined, then settled back on its frame.
The wood creaked again as Alma slid in under the blankets.
He walked up the stairs, and the old wood creaked as he moved slowly from one step to the next.
They ran down the drawbridge, hearing the wood creak, feeling it begin to rise under their feet.
The bare wood creaked louder than the noise of my breathing.
Old wood might occasionally creak by itself, just adjusting to temperature and moisture.
