ok im writing a novel and this is the beginning of it. i really would like some comments on what you think about it. enjoy. ^ ^

PEACE BLOOD
ITRODUCTION: The North Carolina Mountains are peaceful. There are the kind people in the small towns. The culture takes you back in time. The air is fresh and wild life is everywhere. But peace just as light has a shadow. This is my story.

My name is Brett Patterson. IV lived in North Carolina all my life. I’m 20 years old and fresh from collage. I went to my uncle’s place to help him run is small farm until. I got a letter in the mail. My cousin running the family’s general store passed away. I knew I had to go and take over. It was family tradition. Within a couple days I was packed and headed for the mountains. By chance my great grandma’s old home was up for sail. Without a second thought I bought the house. It was close to the store. Along the road to my new home was small water falls. It was a really nice place. IT seemed like piece. I moved in to my great grandmas old home. I barely remember the times I was there before she died. it over looked a valley below and you were about eye level with Brown Mountain. I had all my possessions moved into the house before I arrived. Not to far down the road from the house was an old symmetry where the coffee family is buried including my great grandparents. I drove up past the symmetry remembering the funeral. It was snow and ice but a beautiful day. I came up to the house and turned off the gravel road into the drive way that ran around the back of the house. I stepped out and carried a couple bags to the front porch. I stepped in examining the house. I put my bags on the floor and went around checking drawers and closets to see if everything was there. It seemed exactly like I wanted it. I sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Not to long into watching CMT the door bell range. I got up and opened the door to see an old man about 60’s-70’s in age with a long beard and thin as a pencil. He smiled and said,” welcome to our tiny slice of heaven on earth”. He picked up a straw basket filled with fruits. I chuckled, “come on in I could use some company”, I said to him with a grin. He walked on it with a stick cane in hand and the basket in the other. I pointed to a coat rack and said, “Just hang your cane on one of them hooks and have a seat”. I offered him a beer but he denied it. I sat down next to him with Andy Griffith on TV. He looked at me and said with an old warn out voice, “I wish you hadn’t done moved here”. I looked at him with a look of, “damn that’s rude”. I asked him puzzled, “why’s that old time?” he looked out the window of my house and said, “follow me out to your porch.” Of course I followed him out and we sat in a couple wood rockers on the porch. We pointed out to the woods below the mountain. He began wit ha deep breath, “they heard the screams of people coming from the woods and echoing of the rocks along the streams.” I thought it was a ghost story so I listened curious. I asked him, “Have you heard these screams?” He nodded several times. “IV heard them once each week while I’m sleeping. It doesn’t matter if you sleep or are a wake. You will hear them”, he said with a mournful tone. He walked in and got his cane and came back out. He pointed up the road and said, “I live up there if you need anything just ask”.
I wanted to thank him for coming but I was speechless to what I just heard. I was unnerved so I immediately went to my gun safe. I opened it and made sure the guns were loaded. I even put a pistol in the drawer next to my bed. That night was just like any other I ate, showered and went to be without any trouble until…
I was woken by a sound like taping on a window. It sounded like it came from down stairs. I opened the drawer and pulled out my revolver. I walked out of my bed room in a white tank top and camouflaged shorts. I had the gun aimed at every corner as I slowly went down stairs. I got down to the living room and I heard nothing. All was silent then I heard the scratching behind me on the window next to the front door. I turned scared to death to see a raccoon pawing on the window. I walked up and tapped on the glass and he took off across the dirt road and down the hill. I chuckled a bit and went back to bed with no more trouble. The next day was like any normal morning. I walked out on the porch to get a good look at the view which was breath taking. I picked up the morning paper and started flipping thru it. A new bar had opened about 2 miles away. I decided to go check it out later that night. I couldn’t the smile off my face. I’ve always wanted to live in the mountains. I got in my ford ranger to start at the Coffey general store. Named after my great grandmother Coffey. It was store for campers with a small museum in it. An old post office from the 1940’s-1950’s. I took inventory and sat behind the counter with the radio playing. It was slow till I saw an RV pull of on the gravel area across the street. Across the street is a small stream where people come for picnics and to play in. The people came in and got what they needed and I made $30 I thanked them for coming and they were on there way. Five minutes later a mustang GT pulled up and a man and a woman in dark clothes stepped out. They looked like they mint business. They walked in and gave me a glare. I was unnerved but I didn’t say anything. The picked a couple bags of beef jerky and thru them on the counter. I added it up to $6.95. They paid and walked out. I watched them as the walked to there car. The man got in the car and the women pulled out a phone. The whole time she was on the phone she was looking thru the window at the counter right at me. I was really unnerved.