THE RUN.
The wind blow swiftly through the trees a glimpse of a man standing caught my eye he began to run my heart started pound in my chest with fear the dark sky made me on edge the man got closer and closer the arthritic trees made a canopy making the woods look darker than ever I tripped over and the man tripped over letting me have a glimpse of his dark and miserable face, I picked my self up and hid behind an ancient oak tree and hide there with fear while the man ran past with an strange sack
You need full stops but I like your story.