The front door of the house hung open as he had left it.

The door hung on the air before us, an opening,a window through space itself.

When we reached the apartment, the door was already hanging open.

My boss left the door open for me to hang around a few days or maybe weeks.

The largest was the one on the back wall, hung to face the door which led to the yard.

The door to the driver's seat hung open as if to welcome them.

The door still hung open, and the air was thick with blue smoke.

The door was heavy but well hung, and swung without a sound.

The door hung open, though, and there were no flies.

The door hung partly open, but he couldn't see behind it.