At first, it was muffled and broken, like the crying of a child, and then it quickly rose in volume to one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly foreign and inhuman – a howl, a shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such as might rise only from hell not only from the mouths of the souls that are damned there, but also from the throats of the demons that tortured these these souls.
I cannot describe what, if anything, I thought.
I staggered against the opposite wall in horror.
For one long moment, the group of police remained frozen on the stairs in terror and awe of the awful sound.