This sound is from Old barn door SFX Library

The library was a quiet place, the only sounds coming from the occasional page turning or pencil scratching on paper. But suddenly, a new sound pierced through the silence - the sound of knocking on an ancient wooden barn door. The rhythmic thud echoed through the room, drawing the attention of everyone present. It was a sound that seemed to carry with it the weight of history, a reminder of the generations that had passed through that old door.

As the knocking continued, it became more urgent, more insistent. The wooden planks creaked and groaned under the force of the blows, as if the door itself was protesting the intrusion. The sound was quick and sharp, a staccato rhythm that set everyone on edge. It was as if the very essence of the old barn door was being called into question, the sound a challenge to its strength and resilience.

But just as suddenly as it had begun, the knocking stopped. The room fell back into a hushed silence, the echo of the sound still lingering in the air. And then, with a sense of calm, a new sound filled the space - the gentle, rhythmic knocking on a wooden sauna door. This sound was like a soothing balm, a reminder of warmth and relaxation. It was a sound that seemed to invite you to step inside, to leave behind the cares of the world and simply be.

But just when you had settled into the peaceful rhythm of the sauna door, a new sound shattered the tranquility. The knocking on the antique wooden barn door resumed, this time with a sense of impatience and urgency. The blows came faster and harder, as if the one on the other side could not wait a moment longer to be let in. The sound was relentless, demanding attention and action.

As the knocking continued, it seemed to morph into something else entirely - the sound of a hand on the door, rattling the handle in frustration. The wood groaned and protested under the assault, the sound growing more and more chaotic. It was as if the door itself was alive, fighting back against the intrusion with all its might. The noise was overwhelming, a cacophony of sound that filled the room and left everyone feeling unsettled.

In the end, the knocking subsided once again, leaving behind only the memory of the sounds that had filled the space. The old barn door stood silent and still, as if nothing had ever disturbed its ancient slumber. And yet, the echoes of those sounds lingered on, a reminder of the power and history that lay hidden within its weathered wood.

You can play and download these sounds here: [link to Old barn door S Library].