the murderer

One day a boy call harry was doing his daily run around the bock, when suddenly a drunk looking man started to chase after him. He had ripped clothes and bloody knife in his hand. his face was as white as a ghost. he was running as fast as he could. Harry did the same. his goal was to make it to the police station before he got murdered. he felt the Adrenalin rush though him. the murderer was starting to chat him up. Harry could see the station it was about 30 meters away but then his feet started to stop and he fell on the floor.