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hite nightgowns and in robes； as if in winding shrouds。 They came in pyjamas and curlers （Mrs Dawson； she of the now…deceased son who had been a very funny fellow； came in a mudpack as if dressed for a minstrel show）； they came to see what happened to their town； to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding。 Many of them also came to die。
Carlin Street was thronged with them； a riptide of them； moving downtown through the hectic light in the sky； when Carrie came out of the Carlin Street Congregational Church； where she had been praying。
She had gone in only five minutes before； after opening the gas main （it had been easy； as soon as she pictured it lying there under the street it had been easy）； but it seemed like hours。 She had prayed long and deeply； sometimes aloud； sometimes silently。 Her heart thudded and laboured。 The veins on her face and neck bulged。 Her mind was filled with the huge knowledge of POWERS； and of an ABYSS。 She prayed in front of the altar； kneeling in her wet and torn and bloody gown； her feet bare and dirty and bleeding from a broken bottle she had stepped on。 Her breath sobbed in and out of her throat； and the church was filled with groanings and swayings and sunderings as psychic energy sprang from her。 Pews fell； hymnals flew； and a silver munion set cruised silently across the vaulted darkness of the nave to crash into the far wall。 She prayed and there was no answering。 No one was there … or if there was； He/It was cowering from her。 God had turned His face away； and why not？ This horror was as much His doing as hers。 And so she left the church； left it to go home and find her momma and make destruction plete。
She paused on the lower step； looking at the flocks of people streaming toward the centre of town。 Animals。 Let them burn； then。 Let the streets be filled with the smell of their sacrifice。 Let this place be called racca； ichabod； wormwood。
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And power transformers atop lightpoles bloomed into nacreous purple light； spitting catherine…wheel sparks。 High…tension wires fell into the streets in pick…up…sticks tangles and some of them ran； and that was bad for them because now the whole street was littered with wires and the stink began； the burning began。 People began to scream and back away and touched the cables and went into jerky electrical dances。 Some had already slumped into the street； their robes and pyjamas smouldering。
Carrie turned back and looked fixedly at the church she had just left。 The heavy door suddenly swung shut； as if in a hurricane wind。
Carrie turned towards home。
From the sworn testimony of Mrs Cora Simard； taken before The State Investigatory Board （from The White mission Report）。 pp。 217…218：
Q。 Mrs Simard； the Board； understands that you lost your daughter on Prom Night； and we sympathise with you deeply。 We will make this as brief as possible。
A。 Thank you。 I want to help if I can； of course。
Q。 Were you on Carlin Street at approximately 12。12 when Carietta White came out of the First Congregational Church on that street？
A。 Yes。
Q。 Why were you there？
A。 My husband had to be in Boston over the weekend on business and Rhonda was at the Spring Ball。 I was home alone watching TV and waiting up for her。 I was watching the Friday Night Movie when the town hall whistle went off； but I didn't connect that with the dance。 But then the explosion 。。。 I didn't know what to do。 I tried to call the police but got a busy signal after the first three numbers。 I 。。。 I。。。Then 。。。
Q。 Take your time； Mrs Simard。 All the time you need。
A。 I was getting frantic。 There was a second explosion … Teddy's Amoco station； I know now … And I decided to go downtown and see what was happening。 There was a glow in the sky； an awful glow。 That was when Mrs Shyres pounded on the door。
Q。 Mrs Georgette Shyres？
A。 Yes； they live around the corner。 217 Willow。 That's just of Carlin Street。 She。 was pounding and calling： 'Cora； are you in there？ Are you in there？' I went to the door。 She was in her bath…robe and slippers。 Her feet looked cold。 She said they had called Auburn to see if they knew anything and they told her the school was on fire。 I said： 'Oh dear God； Rhonda's at the dance。'
Q。 Is this when you decided to go downtown with Mrs Shyres？
A。 We didn't decide anything。 We just went。 I put on a pair of slippers … Rhonda's； I think。 They had little white puffballs on them。 I should have worn my shoes； but I wasn't thinking。 I guess I'm not thinking now。 What do you want to hear about my shoes for？
Q。 You tell it in your own way； Mrs Simard。
A。 T…Thank you。 I gave Mrs Shyres some old jacket that was around； and we went。
Q。 Were there many people walking down Carlin street？
A。 I don't know。 I was too upset。 Maybe thirty。 Maybe more。
Q。 What happened？
A。 Georgette and I were walking toward Main Street； holding hands just like two little girls walking across a meadow after dark。 Georgette's teeth were clicking。 I remember that。 I wanted to ask her to stop clicking her teeth； but I thought it would be impolite。 A block and a half from the Congo Church； I saw the door open and I thought： Someone has gone in to ask God's help。 But a second later I knew that wasn't true。
Q。 How did you know？ It would be logical to assume just what you first assumed； wouldn't it？
A。 I just knew。
Q。 Did you know the person who came out of the church？
A。 Yes。 It was Carrie White。
Q。 Had you ever seen Carrie White before？
A。 No。 She was not one of my daughter's friends。
Q。 Had you ever seen a picture of Carrie White？
A。 No。
Q。 And in any case； it was dark and you were a block and a half from the church。
A。 Yes； sir。
Q。 Mrs Simard； how did you know it was Carrie White？
A。 I just knew。
Q。 This knowing； Mrs Simard： was it like a light going on in your head？
A。 No； sir。
Q。 What way it
A。 I can't tell you。 It faded away the way a dream does。 An hour after you get up you can only remember you had a dream。 But I knew。
Q。 Was there an emotional feeling that went with this knowledge？
A。 Yes。 Horror。
Q。 What did you do then？
A。 I turned to Georgette and said： 'There she is。 Georgette said： 'Yes； that's her。' She started to say something else； and then the whole street was lit up by a bright glow and there were crackling noises and then the power lines started to fall into the street； some of them spitting live sparks。 One of them hit a man in front of us and he b…burst into flames。 Another man started to run and he stepped on one of them and his body just arched backward； as if his back had turned into elastic。 And then he fell down。 Other people were screaming and running； just running blindly； and more and more cables fell。 They were strung all over the place like snakes。 And she was glad about it。 Glad！ I could feel her being glad。 I knew I had to keep my head。 The people who were running were getting electrocuted。 Georgette said： 'Quick； Cora。 Oh God； I don't want to get burned alive。' I said； 'Stop that。 We have to use our heads； Georgette； or we'll never use them again。' Something foolish like that。 But she wouldn't listen。 She let go of my hand and started to ran for the sidewalk。 I screamed at her to stop … there was one of those heavy main cables broken off right in front of