The monster by Lene

I ran and ran but I knew the monster was quicker than me. I shouted for help but it was hopeless. It was a misty night. I could only look back, which was a terrible idea. Suddenly I tripped, crimson blood started trickling down my arm.  I heard growling sounds, I frantically got up and stared at what I’d tripped over. It was a grave. There was a name  written on it, but at that moment I realised that the monster was still after me, so I got up but the monster was quicker, it was about to catch me….