I need your honest opinion on this story idea/ excerpt. PLEASE READ!!!!!!?
Ok so , at first i wrote this for NANOWRIMO but I really like this idea, would you consider reading a book if it had this on the back of the book? Give me critiques on writing style, idea, content that kind of stuff. I will be forever grateful 
and be honest!!!
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The clouds peaked between the few gaps of the tall trees, I knew it was getting late but I had this feeling that Ms. Tubbs the cat was close. I could hear the ringing of the bells on her collar. My conscience was screaming at me for being in the woods, alone, at night, late night.
I heaved a sigh, but I knew how much Ms. Tubbs meant for my mother, and especially at this time in her life, she couldn’t take another.. Death. Plus, I’m sure there were no serial killers lurking behind one of the old trees it just would be too coincidental. Ms Tubbs loved this clearing in the middle of the forest, she was probably there I thought to myself.
The wind rustled through the trees, emitting a scent of pines. I took a breath of fresh air it made me feel alive. The moon shone brightly on the clearing, my eyes were quickly scanning for a cat, but instead there was a figure?
Oh god, it was a serial killer, my luck is brilliant. I shook my head, as if that was a possibility. But for some reason I didn’t feel fear towards this mysterious stranger, but instead this unhealthy surge of curiosity.
I squatted behind a thick bush hoping that it would conceal my presence. My eyes widened as I examined this mysterious stranger. He was sitting on a large mossy rock , his worn black robe draped gracefully. He took off the hood, I gave an inaudible gasp. Strands of chocolate hair was glistening in the moon light, his face was the epitome of perfection his nose perfectly slanted, his hair framing his strikingly beautiful deep green eyes, they were contemplative as he delicately picked a daisy from the flower bed near his feet. It was wilted; the crisp brown color plagued the flower. His eyes were swirling with emotion, sadness? Frustration? Perhaps regret. It seemed that the whole entire flower bed was dead.
His other hand was holding up a large wooden rod with a curved blade at the top. The handle was a deep wood, the blade engraved with Veritas Inlustrat elegantly carved. It resembled very much of a scythe. I gave a small gasp, it was a scythe I moved my foot closer to get a better look.
Crunch—
He quickly turned to my direction. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, I held my breath. He gave a faint smile and murmured in a low silky voice “if only”.
He suddenly rose from the rock and looked up to the sky, another gust of wind rustled the trees. I looked up to the sky the brilliant moon was now covered with clouds. I felt a raindrop on my face. The rock was empty; I was alone in the bitter night. I arose from my hiding place. My limbs were frozen. I only heard the rustling of the wind and felt the cold rain drops splashing on my face. It started to rain harder. Who was he? He looked so familiar those eyes, so expressive yet so mysterious. The rain was now pouring, I began my quest to find Ms.Tubbs, I finally came to the cabin. Finally I thought to myself shelter.
Thanks so much Rose Elizebeth!! I was aiming for comments on the content itself and story line, i know my grammar/punctuation / spelling is horrible though. But thank you for looking it over