Mystery in the woods (part 1)

The findings out

Court case: 22. Joe.
Walking through the woods, Joe was cautious, the disastrous surroundings and the boisterous trees that foreshadow the muddy ground left the twigs in darkness.
Crunch! Twigs cracked and leaves crunched, but the ground crumbled. Footsteps continuously preached behind him. One step, two step, Joe looked behind him, as a red as a raspberry he gasped. The next thing he knew was that he had cloth In his throat. Screaming with agony he ripped his nails down a tree stump, struggling to break free from his silent scream. Holding him back the guy pushed joe against a tree and forced his body weight onto his leg. With cracking his leg was soon dislocated.
Lying there on the cold and wet ground joe lay there; frail and weak. All alone, screaming violently, but this wasn't heard. Silent screams rushed through his brain. He called for help but he couldn't bear the pain. He tried to move but he couldn't bear the pain.
With his shoes worn and torn he took them off in the hope that he could bash them against a tree and shout for help!
Night was slowly approaching...
The moon was coming out. The Stars were gleaming out. This place at night was a scary horror scene. Disastrous events and brutal murders here, would joes life be ending here?
Kicking and screaming again he tries to call. No words and no sound this really wasn't much at all. Foreshadowing the events the trees watched and glared, they witnessed all these corrosive memories that they will never share. The silent bristle movement lay back in the distance. Stones rolling around like a bowling alley. The running of footsteps in the distance scared joe to death. His Torture of being made into a victim scared him to his wits. Bored and scared he violently kicked the trees, the stumps the rivers where would he end up?
There it was!
Black shoes standing right before him, he looked up and gazed, the nasty glare the old man gave.
"Get up you stupid boy!" The old man demanded.
"I...I...can't..." Joe tried to say.
He undid the fabric around his mouth and made him explain.
"Footsteps, alone, hurt, wrapping around" he couldn't explain the story. The story of his near death experience was saved. Saved by a ghastly looking horrible smelling man. He picked joe up and carried him to the entrance where a pack of dogs were barking outside.
He propped him down on the bin and called '999'
"Hello, ambulance how may we help you" they ambulance person said.
"I need you to come, I'm Laying on the floor, I can't move, my leg is weakened and I heard a snap. Please hurry, Somerset woods! Hurry" joe panicked
"We will be there right away!" The ambulance staff explained.
The sound of sirens sleepily wouldn't fade. All alone joe suffered the endless amount of dogs trying to attack him and bark at him.
One bit him. He started bleeding! If the ambulance didn't get here in time then he would bleed to death!!
Lying there cold and alone, he cried.
He tore his ligament, well he thought...
Struggling with endless amount of ware in his hands he tried to get to his feet, they were unable to lift him up. Touching the sides of he bin he groaned effortlessly. He was alone. Nobody to save him, nobody to help him and most of all nobody to save him.
The wound got worse, ushering with blood as thick as brick walls, only red. Pouring out of him the blood began to melt in him. Sitting in a puddle of his own blood he begged and begged for help. But nobody came, was this the end?
He tried screaming but no sound came out, clutching the bin as tight as he could, he tried to call for help.
Silent words have no meaning, they weren't coming out of him. How would he survive?
His nails scratched against the plastic of the bin, he grabbed the cloth and tried to bandage the open wound - only this didn't work. The trees in the distance watched like a cctv camera, but didn't help.
The mud kept calm and still, after all witnessing these tragic events it would take a while before they recovered. Murders and reoccurring events tortured them. Making Joe feel worthless and insane.
*help!! I can't cope any more! I need to get out of here* he tried to say, but his silent words had no meanings and there was one thing on his mind. Dying. Could this be the 10th murder here?
He needed to act fast and escape. When he finally called out a little murmur was at present; only nobody noticed.
Then suddenly a woman about no older than twenty five came out. Rushing with a warm bucket of water and several bandages she came over to rescue him. Cloths and all. She patted him on the back and said:
"Get up you handsome man! What happened, wait, don't move!! We need to call an ambulance!" She panicked.
The ambulance was already ten minutes late.
"999! I need an ambulance immediately! This guy is bleeding to death! What do I do?" She asked as she panicked on trying to find the solution.
"Right you need to keep the wound together, put cloths or bandages on top of it whilst you wish for us, we will do the rest, where are you?" The ambulance driver asked.
"Somerset woods entrance! Hurry he's bleeding to death!" She cried.
Then all of a sudden she let out this massive groan..
"AHHHHHHHHH HELPPP" she cried as she was in agony, but her agony was in the pain of joe. She couldn't help but feel a little love for him.
Then an old woman came rushing out. With her ginger biscuits and a cup of tea.
With her old granny shoes on she gradually stepped towards joe...step by step she moved slightly to the left.
Staring at him in envy, his eyes as bloodshot. Creepily he glared back, like a poltergeist was controlling him.
"I HATE YOU WOMAN!" He said, only it wasn't his voice; it was the voice of an unknown person.
Frequent sounds of horror entered his mind, slowly then all at once.
The sounds of the ambulance made forwarded towards them.
It started to grow dark, the pain of the moon moving closer towards them agonised the billions of knives slit into joes back!
Creepily joes eyes began to turn red.
It was getting darker and he saw a glow in the distance...
A woman? A man? A ghost?
It was frail and moved slowly, as if it was a ghost that was from the past, a scary finding out.
Damaging his eyes the woman gave him a biscuit.
"Here, take one" he voice tamed away to the sound of a scary song.
"No!" He demanded!
He felt a Hand on his shoulder. He turns around and there it was.....