Linda looked at her as she buried her face and began to wail.
She was too terrified to add her weeping to the wail of the wind—it would have been too ghastly.
It's the wail of a lost spirit, loosed temporarily from the horrors of purgatory.
The voice changed into what was almost a wail of indignation.
No shriek, no wail, no word succeeded—all was as silent as the grave.