If my son has a fit of anger and want to shout out his anger, then it sounds like a Nazgul, a Ringwraith, from Lord of the Rings. A cry, the one going to the marrow and me always to bring in the whole house look up, whether all windows are properly closed.

Another comparison would be the slaughter of a pig and who now asks, How do I know, can be easily cleared up. Because my grandmother had a farm with all kinds of animals mother, I have slaughtering of pigs certainly witnessed, as well as her bleeding and grilling over an open fire (hours). Incidentally, in the book “100 Points in a day”, where we are told, how we can make the world a little better every day and how we can live more sustainably, I found a whole chapter to the content, that everyone should have once slaughtered a chicken. Where a chicken does not scream and generally it is quite unspectacular (I've already done a lot of points here), but I admit right, it changes the perspective on one's own food. And I'm not a vegetarian.

But coming back to scream! It's awful. And what does that have to be only for a pressure in it, that makes it the same again terrible, for me too.