intro of story

so here is a short, very rough introduction to a horror story I'm writing. I've been plotting this for awhile, and it is basically me flicking the V's at my old neighbours.

As mentiond previously it's very rough and is probably not very good. But I have had not a lot of sleep this week while Ryder has been ill. Anyway please read and comment...or don't I don't really care.

Cold Blooded

‘If you’ve found this, then you know about what happened here. South Kelsey’s little secret. Take my advice; get out now while you still can. Leave your possessions, just take your family and get the hell out! Don’t be like me; don’t wait until it’s too late. Just get out. Now!

A little while ago, my wife and I along with our son moved out here to what we thought was the perfect home, a nice little cottage in the middle of nowhere away from the bustle of Grimsby. We were about to wake up in a living nightmare. What follows is my account of what happened here. It all starts with Sara Michaels.’

Fog covered the forest like a damp blanket. It rolled between the Fir trees like smoke from an open fire, rolling over the shrubs and bushes scattered here and there on the forest floor, dew glistening on the fallen leaves like diamonds caught in sunlight.

If only she the time to stop and enjoy the thick air. Unfortunately for Sara Michaels, she didn't. She had to complete her morning jog in the next hour, or she would be late for the early shift at the diner. Normally she would skirt the forested section of the town and run the long way round to her small flat above the grocery shop, however she had fallen out of stride, something she had never done, maybe it was the mist in the air that had made her cautious on the roads, either way if she didn't actually cut through the woods, she'd be an hour late for work, and she couldn't afford to lose the pay. Damnit girl, pick up the pace! She mentally kicked herself and tightened the knot in her blonde pony-tail. Making the decision and turning her I-pod up, she ran off the narrow track that edged the wood, and pushed deeper inside...

Sara headed deeper into the woods, keeping step with the beat on her iPod, she kept her gaze down on the leaf ridden ground, mindful that she could easily twist an ankle on a loose branch or a pot hole. After twenty minutes or so she stopped to stretch her hamstrings, releasing the cramp that she could feel starting, that’s when she felt it. It was a niggling awareness at the back of her mind at first, which spread to the hairs on the back of her neck standing up; it was the acute feeling of being watched. She pulled the ear buds off and turned off the music, listening, carefully scanning the trees. Nothing; No birds, no animals, not a fucking thing!! Suddenly she heard something crashing through the trees behind her. Sara panicked and ran.

Branches tore at her fair skin, her breath burning in her chest, lungs screaming for respite. But the crashing was gaining on her. She didn't dare look back and somehow managed to push her aching limbs harder. THERE! She saw the forest thinning out, saw the black asphalt through the trees, she took a long ragged gasps, sweat running freely from every pore.
There was a blood curdling screech from her right, and then she felt the hot stabs of pain in her waist, side and thigh as she was pulled from her feet, hitting the ground hard, instantly feeling herself being dragged deeper into the woods, she was on her stomach facing away from her would be assailant, she tried to kick out but her legs wouldn't work, she clawed at the sodden earth with her finger nails, several pulling from the beds, she couldn't find purchase.
Sara Michaels was dragged away screaming...screams that cut off with a yelp...no more than fifty feet away from the road that would have taken her to safety.