WRITING STORIES - Ángela Fernández.

Here, I´m writing a real story.
I was walking down a street in the south of London. It was midnight. There weren´t any stars in the black sky and it was pouring with rain. I was alone and the street was quiet, suddenly I could hear a voice. A well-known murderer was killing a little girl. I could see his face but I think he couldn´t see me.
The following day, I went to the police station very frightened and I told them everything. The policeman tried to catch him during several months but the bad man was quite intelligent and he always escaped. Finally, the police found him in his house and he went to (the) prison.
Now, everybody is happy in the town and I hope there won´t be any more murderers.


- I think it´s wrong because there are some words that don´t make sense in this text, others don´t exist and there aren´t any sentences joined. Last, there´s nothing with a whole description.