# Chapter 10: The Sirens Only She Could Make
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 10 of "Forget You Saw Her free digital audiobook." This is the chapter where grief stops being silent, where rage becomes a kind of ghostly weapon, and where Andrea discovers that even in death, she is not powerless. She is furious, she is heartbroken, and she is learning that her emotions might be the only thing left in the world that can still make the living tremble.
The chapter opens with Andrea waiting inside the house beside Sabina, and then Dennis comes in through the back door and slams it shut. Andrea rises, storms into the kitchen, and screams directly into his face: "Get the fuck out of here, you trashass piece of dog shit." This has become her ritual every time she crosses paths with him. She hurls insults and curses at him, each one more unhinged than the last, but Dennis never reacts. He walks through the door with that hollow look in his eyes, steamrolls past her, makes himself a sandwich, and wheezes softly. It does nothing to him. But it does something for her. It is a small rebellion against every time she once called him "Dad," every slap of the leather leash across her stomach, every moment she froze in terror at the sound of his footsteps thumping down the hallway. It is something, at least. But this time is different. This time, she wants him out of the house with every piece of her soul that remains. Because the second Dennis enters the conversation, Bunny will stop talking. Sabina will be pushed out the door, and no one will ever find out what really happened to Andrea. That thought is unbearable. In life, she often felt like she hardly existed. To be erased completely now that she is dead is too awful to accept.
So when Andrea screams at Dennis to get out, panic and rage building inside her like a pressure cooker, she is shocked when he actually stops. His eyes go wide. His mouth puckers tight. He backtracks into the yard and closes the screen door behind him. Andrea stares. Had he heard her somehow? "Denny?" Bunny calls from the living room. Dennis lingers just outside the screen door on the back steps, and in those few seconds, Andrea realizes what has spooked him: the sound of police sirens, so close it sounds like they are pulling up to the front yard. It is almost exactly like the day he murdered her. Bunny stands at the back door now. "You coming inside?" she screeches, but Dennis does not answer. The panic Andrea felt surges into excitement. Car doors slam. The sirens stop blaring. This time the police are really here, she is sure of it.
Dennis's face goes white as a sheet. He takes another step away from the house, into the weedy yard. "I forgot something in the truck. Hold on," he hisses, just loud enough for Bunny to hear. Then he turns and books it. But he does not run for the truck. He makes a beeline for the shed. Andrea knows exactly why. That is where he chopped her up. She has already watched him scour and wash the hand saw and mop the concrete floor. He stuffed the tarp into garbage bags right alongside her body. He and Andrea both know there is nothing visible to the naked eye in that shed. But if police cadaver dogs rolled up like she has seen on Dateline, maybe there is still a chance the cops could figure out what he did to her. "Coward," Andrea spits in satisfaction at Dennis's retreating form. Then she darts around the side of the house to look out front, needing to see the police cars with her own eyes.
There is nothing there. No police. Not even one car. Andrea blinks, crestfallen, trying to process what she is seeing—or more accurately, not seeing. She was sure she heard sirens. And she is really sure, from Dennis's reaction, that he heard them too. She rushes to the shed to see what Dennis is doing. He stands in the middle of the dimly lit structure, spinning in a slow circle as he scans the concrete floor, the walls, the tools, probably searching for any evidence that he dismembered his own daughter. The volcano of anger and despair inside Andrea has subsided a little, but now the pressure starts to build again. She hears another car door slam nearby, followed by the crackle of a radio. She frowns, confused, but satisfied that Dennis still seems completely panicked. "Shit, shit, shit," he mutters to himself, eyes glued to the shed door.
And that is when the puzzle pieces click for Andrea. There were no police cars outside today, just like there were no police cars outside the day Dennis murdered her. The sound of the police sirens—maybe even the baby crying earlier—were not real. What is really weird is that every time this happens, she can almost feel it. It is like her big emotions are the steam inside a kettle, making the whistle blow when the pressure gets powerful enough. Or, alternately, dissipating when the feelings shift. It is like she is the one creating those sounds. It makes a strange sort of sense. The noises outside have gone silent again, mirroring her anger that has dissolved into confusion.
As Dennis slinks over to the grimy shed window to peer outside, Andrea puts her theory to the test. She musters up the emotions that lit her up a moment earlier. It is harder than she thought it would be, trying to feel something that strongly on command. So she tries doing what she did earlier with Sabina—calling up one of the foggy memories crammed deep in the recesses of her consciousness. She chooses the very first time Dennis used that dog leash on her. She was five. Until now, the memory—and plenty more like it—had been murky and difficult to pin down. Not anymore. Like she hoped—and feared—the memory comes back to her in high definition the second she latches onto the thread of it.
There she is, on the living room floor with their old dog Pollie, tracing the patterns of color in her fur. Pollie is a beagle mix, with black and brown patches that make her look like several different dogs stitched together. Andrea loves her, even though Bunny complains that she smells like pee on a good day and a fart-factory on a bad one. Pollie is sleeping on her side, letting Andrea stroke the swirls of fur on her chest. Andrea is lying on her stomach, wearing stained Ninja Turtles pajamas, her tangle-haired head tucked against the dog's chest so she can hear her heartbeat. The house is quiet, mid-morning on a Saturday, and her stomach is growling. She knows better than to wake Bunny or Dennis to make her breakfast, so she stays in the living room with Pollie.
She is so absorbed by the dog that she does not hear Dennis come down the stairs. The memory pans wide, so she can see the look on his face as his blank eyes move between her and Pollie, who lifts her head slightly to glare at him. Part of his mouth contorts into an ugly half-smile as he hesitates where he stands on the landing, scratching his chest through the half-open button-down pajamas he wears. Then he darts toward them, into the living room. "Andrea!" he booms as loudly as he can. Andrea shrieks and scrambles to her feet while Dennis chuckles. But in doing so, she loses her balance and inadvertently slams a foot against Pollie, who is already so worried that her bladder lets loose right on the carpet. Pollie yelps, and Dennis's laughter sours into a disgusted grunt. "Bad dog," he wheezes, and in two strides toward the door he has her leash off its hook and is swinging. "No, no, no!" Andrea cries, because it is not Pollie's fault. It is his. She does not say the last part, though. Even at five, she knows better than that.
Dennis cocks his head at her and stops swinging the leash. For half a second, Andrea thinks he is going to calm down. Make her breakfast, maybe. Her stomach gurgles hopefully. Instead, he starts swinging the leash in her direction. "You wanna take her licking for her?" Andrea stares at him, then at Pollie, who is cowering in the corner of the room by the couch. "No," she whispers in terror. So he shrugs, sidesteps the puddle on the carpet, and starts swinging the leash in Pollie's face again, even though Andrea is crying and the dog is whining softly. Andrea wraps her arms around her stomach and digs her fingers into the spaces between her ribs, desperately hoping Bunny will wake up, come downstairs, and put a stop to his temper tantrum like she has a few times before. Not this time, though. This time Andrea shrieks, "Okay! Okay. I'll take it," before he reaches Pollie. And she does. As the memory of that first lash ripples through her, she tries to pull herself back into the present, into the shed with Dennis. But it is like scooping up handfuls of water from the ocean. She can only hold onto so much of that emotion when she moves out of it, even though while she is inside that memory, it feels all-encompassing to the point that she is a little disoriented coming back into the shed.
Still, she calls up every bit of sadness and horror she can for that little girl in the Ninja Turtles pajamas taking a beating for her dog. The pressure builds, slowly but steadily. Footsteps thump on the dirt outside, then fade. This time, Andrea rushes to the window of the shed to see with her own eyes that the yard is empty. It is. But the sound is enough to make Dennis—who had his hand on the doorknob—let go and retreat back into the center of the shed, eyes wide and manic, forehead wrinkled. Sweat beads on his brow. The reaction is satisfying, but as much as Andrea wants to stay and mess with Dennis, she is losing her steam. It feels like the pressure valve has been ticking a little closer to empty each time she lets some out. She cannot keep him cornered here forever. And besides, she is suddenly afraid that Bunny might have already ushered Sabina out the door.
## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter hit me like a ghost story wrapped around a family wound. Andrea's rage is so raw, and yet the moment we understand that her screams are not being heard as words but as sirens, the whole chapter shifts. The supernatural mechanism is clever, but it is also devastating: her power comes from the worst memories of her life. The scene with Pollie and the leash is almost unbearable because it shows how young she was, how powerless, and how she still tried to protect someone else. I loved the tension of Dennis being scared of something that is not even there, and Andrea realizing she is the thing haunting him. It is cathartic, but also tragic. The chapter earns its chills.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Andrea is running out of energy, and that means the next chapter is likely to be a race against time. She needs to get back to Bunny and Sabina before Sabina leaves, but she also cannot let Dennis simply walk free. I predict Sabina will sense something is wrong—maybe she will hesitate at the door, or ask Bunny one more question that keeps her in the house. Andrea may try to create another sound, but this time it might be smaller, more intimate, something that only Sabina can hear. Meanwhile, Dennis could return from the shed more dangerous than before, especially if he realizes there were never any police. The cliffhanger is clear: if Sabina walks out now, Andrea's truth may vanish forever. And if Andrea pushes her ghostly power too far, she may discover that some memories cost more than she can afford to spend.
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