Goal; to include suspense in my text
I was franticly runing through the misty wood, it was near, scared by the knowledge of what it had done painstaikingly I continued. Almost out of know where it’s piercingly shape teeth latched on to my shoulder leaving a crimson red stain. I looked back with a grave look in my eyes. I KNEW it would come back for me. I had to do something, anything. I shouted for help, I wasn’t surprised obviously no one came. I felt gutted there was almost nothing that I could do. I had to run, my shoulder ached but I went on, I HAD to.