death rattle

I’m thinking of The Grudge, with the prolonged creaky death rattle sound created with just breath.

Inside, on the floor, lay a poor old woman, the death-rattle in whose throat proclaimed that her end was fast approaching.

He had the death rattle and was spitting up blood, which ran out of the corners of his mouth at every gasp.

"You come too late, brother," the wounded man murmured, in a voice choking with the death rattle.

I plainly heard the wheeze of blood in its throat, and the sound, like a death-rattle, affected me powerfully.

I walk up to him with finger on trigger at a ready, but the death-rattle is in his throat, and another shot is unnecessary.