But the long beams of the bridge creaked under his sudden weight.

Each gust rattled the outside door and made the wooden beams creak overhead.

I heard a beam creak and thought I caught the sounds of suppressed breathing.

I thought I heard breath hiss softly between teeth, then the beam creaked again, and a stealthy shuffle receded from me.

The wind gusted again, strong enough this time to make the beams creak and settle, and we both looked around uneasily at the padded walls.

Overhead, a beam creaked, sagged.

The mainmast groaned in protest, beams creaked and cracked, and the wind-filled sails fought back as Wulfgar looped the rope over his shoulder and drove himself forward.

The wooden beams in the ceiling creaked as though something heavy was crawling over it.

In July 1674, Richard Baxter was preaching in St. James's Market House when the main beam, supporting the floor, creaked several times with the weight of the people who had crowded in to hear him.

The beams above his head creaked and groaned as if the whole structure threatened to lift off the stone foundation, but it never had and, Mark guessed, never would.