BE CAREFUL OF THE BLOOD

One misty night there  was  a  sickly  light . And I couldn’t sleep . So I went outside. Frantically   I was searching through   the mist .  I could just about make out  a person   with  a white jacket on. Then I realised it was an evil scientist.  It was sloshing a potion over a gravestone.  After he had gone, I went over .Suddenly a ghost rose up.  I screamed   and I  ran and ran  but the  ghost  still was chasing me.  I shouted this time.  The evil  scientist  came back and said in a slimy, slippery voice, ” I  saw you by the way.”