Read the passage.

excerpt from "a ghost story" in sketches new and old by mark twain

i was glad enough when i reached my room and locked out the mold and the darkness. a cheery fire was burning in the grate, and i sat down before it with a comforting sense of relief. for two hours i sat there, thinking of bygone times; recalling old scenes, and summoning half-forgotten faces out of the mists of the past; listening, in fancy, to voices that long ago grew silent for all time, and to once familiar songs that nobody sings now. and as my reverie softened down to a sadder and sadder pathos, the shrieking of the winds outside softened to a wail, the angry beating of the rain against the panes diminished to a tranquil patter, and one by one the noises in the street subsided, until the hurrying footsteps of the last belated straggler died away in the distance and left no sound behind.

which word is closest in meaning to shrieking as it is used in this sentence?

and as my reverie softened down to a sadder and sadder pathos, the shrieking of the winds outside softened to a wail, the angry beating of the rain against the panes diminished to a tranquil patter, and one by one the noises in the street subsided, until the hurrying footsteps of the last belated straggler died away in the distance and left no sound behind.

scolding

whining

screeching

yelling