Demi’s face contorted as though she were about to excoriate Cora or at
least demand a better explanation, when the door started shaking. Cora
backed away from it, wondering if that thing could be held back by a door
and a dresser if it really wanted to get in. She turned and looked at the one
small window in the room, wondering if there was a glimmer of hope of
getting all four of them and the dog out through the window before that
thing broke down the door, when she felt a high-frequency noise ringing
inside her head. She tried to say something but fell to her knees. She sensed
the dog stop barking, her sister stop crying. The noise was telling her to
close her eyes, go to sleep