Fresh Meat

AN. This is my first ever story on wattpad and I would love some feedback! Please comment! It does need some proof reading...badly but try to go with the flow.
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Somewhere in the west of Ireland a couple bought a new house, it was the most beautiful house you could ever imagine. A cottage made of a solid oak wood, very homely, decorated beautifully and a redolent smell of freshly cooked Ham throughout the house. It was candle light at night because the couple did not have money to afford electricity. The couple could not afford many things...even fresh meat was a problem. A tall handsome derided man with a slight look of a lumberjack walked to his new neighbours house to greet them. He told them he was new to the area to and would like to get to know the locals. The couple were very weary of straingers but still invited him in to their home. He noticed an odd door, very out of place and mysterious...as the couple cut meat for him to take home he peaked through the key hole...his eyes fell upon a large rusted meat cleaver, drenched in rich bright red blood. He opened the door and into the room he creeped, gruesome serverd heads of the elderly hung proudly on the wooden panels of the wall. Blood trickled in between the cracks and splits of the timber. Suddenly that sweet smell of ham turned to the vile aroma of loose guts and spewd liquids that covers there room floor to sealing...he watched blood drain from the latest victims eye drip onto the floor...every sound was magnified..every drip of blood...every fly buzzing...every rat crawling and nibbling on human flesh...but the sound that stood out the most was the sound of the couple breathing, fiddling with thier rusty, but freshly washed meat cleavers waiting...wanting there next victim.