The Scream (Response to writing prompt 06.09.18)

It was breaking dawn, the sky still dark, and the air cool and crisp with sea spray hitting his face. He clutched his black wool coat tightly around his body, in a vain attempt to shelter himself from the cold. He started walking along the dock, the wood creaking and moaning with every step.
He wondered if “It” would follow him here. Although, he still wasn’t entirely sure what “It” was. A phantom that he couldn’t quite describe, that haunted him every day. Stalking him in the streets in broad daylight. From the bank he worked in as a clerk to church. It was translucent, almost the absence of something, not even a shadow.
He recalled a time It almost caught him. Cornering him in the narrow hallway of a train car. Only to disappear as another passenger came out of a cabin. It’s frigid ghostly touch still lingering on his shoulder. The shrill yell it made still ringing in his ears like it was only a moment ago.
He shivered attempting to shake off that thought. It had been weeks ago and he surely got away this time. As he began to turn around, he saw It in the mist. Slowly creeping towards him. Frozen in shock he stayed paralyzed against the dock’s railing.
It grasped him. Making a shriek like something that sounded like a cross between a knife scraping a plate and a siren. It devoured his soul, leaving his body cold and his face a shade of white brighter than snow.
His arms were up against his cheeks, his face forever etched in a scream.

By Ellie Southgate
Writing Prompts 06.09.18