there 's the rest of the upstairs girls in their white nightgowns blowin ' about them in the crazy wind , wringin ' their hands and wailin ' , and there 's amy runnin ' toward me and millie loping out to meet her ... then all eyes go to the church steeple , 'cause it 's now completely engulfed in flame and from inside it comes this high awful shriek , a long scream of a soul in terrible pain and in utter desolation .