oooooh, that noise! It seemed to vibrate around my skull, driving me insane. I sheilded my face with my hands. He can't hurt me, he can't get me now, I'm safe inside my mind, safe from him.
The squeaking noise seemed like it was drilling through my skull, blood pouring, a sea of crimson, yes, hot crimson to drown in...
I am suddenly back in the distorted dream-reality.
My stepmother is waiting, bleeding, holding the knife.
She does NOT look happy.