An interesting day

She ran through the woods without looking behind, trying to not trip up and fall over. She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care. She just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, before her life was taken away from her. She didn't know who was following her, but she didn't care either, all she wanted was to reach a safe place.
All she knew was that she was in Epping forest walking Socrates, her labrador, when she heard something running up to her from behind. When she turned round there was this man with enourmous fangs and covered in blood. He was ver pale, but very good-looking too, although his eyes looked like he hadn't slept for at least a thousand years.
In the end she tripped on a stone and fell to the ground. Socrates barked and barked at the "man", but could do nothing. The man kneeled down beside her, where she lay hopeless. He caressed the skin on her neck. She knew what he was, even though she had always thought that vampires did not exist. Then, she suddenly decided to fight against him, because that way she might escape harmless. She could not surrender so easily. Then she punched him in the face.
- 'A knuckle sandwich is a healthy option when your on a diet and not allowed to drink blood'- she said jokingly.
She ran again as fast as she could. Then she suddenly found herself in a part of the forest that she knew very well and  she remember that, not far away, there was a graveyard where there were many crosses and she also remembered that vampires did not like crosses, so she ran even faster to get there as soon as possible. After no longer than two minutes she had reached the graveyard gate. She opened it and entered the graveyard. The vampire, not realising where they were, entered the graveyard after her and then suddenly realised he was standing in front of a big steel cross. He tried to run away from the cross, but he couldn't: his legs would not move, it was as if he was glued to the ground. His body, bit by bit, started to feel still and hard. He looked down: he was turning into a stone statue.