Flowers and blood

Prologue

MaryaWayWood's is one of the most beautiful forests out there. Tourists comes from all over to spend money on things that they wouldn't usually gives a second thought on buying.
The grandness of the forest is something from another World, with ponds full of fishes and Mermaids in colours that leaves astonishment and wunderment behind as they sweep gracefully thrue the water. There is a sort of history that cannot bee find anywhere else, and the people of the Wood's is one of a kind.
MaryaWayWood's is home to over 1000 different animal species, and all of them lives in their natural habitat. Over 900 different plants and flowers can bee found in the Woods, as well as their founders.
It is neadless to say, that the people of the Woods are more than reach. Their lifestyle leave tourists more than envious as they struggle to comprihend how such reachness is possible. The fouunder of poisons, the founder of perfume, to name a few, have maid their home here, where they have access to all of their needs, and where they can set their own rules.
Touriists are more than wrightious wwhen they declares the Woods to bee         fulll of snobs. But, tthey wouldn't trade any of that for the silence and safety of the Woods.
It is well known that in the Woods, there is no need for a Police system. People don't have to lock their doors at night, it is more than often that you would find your neibor on your doorstep in the middlle of the night, and you would think nothing of it.
So it was with grate reluctance, that MaryaWayWoods admits that they have a serious problem.

It started on one of the forest nights that is typical of MaryaWayWood's. The air was cool, but not cold. There was the sent of wet ground, the sent of pine needles with the smell of fresh strawberry's and a light fragrance of perfume. There was the sound of the wind as it rustles thure the treetops, and leaf's flutters to the ground, dancing on a tune that only they can hear.
The Wood's was silent and peaceful, the way only a forest can bee with the howling of wolves in the distance. But suddenly the peace was disturb by a sound.
At first, it sounds like a wounded animal as it cries out in pain. But then a sob follows, and after that was the sobbing and screaming of a mother.
Secily Duncun lost her life almost one dday ago. There is usually nothing for Policemen to do, other than to listen at the complains of how their gardens have been smashed thrue by their neibor's children. So it was with mounting curriosity thatt they have listened to Mirriam Duncin when she reported her daughter as missing.
For a moment they it seems like the police wouldn't do anything, but they started their surch after eight hours.
Secily Duncin has been found near her Home with needle like pricks's all around the base o her neck. Doctors have examined her, and couldn't find anything that tells thee storie of Drugs or alcohol abuse. But what anyone can agree on however, is the fact that Secily Duncin was a sweet and shy girl, no one believes that she would have brought harm on herself.
So the police find themselves asking. 'What happened here?'

I tried to find all the mistakes, but I'm more then sure that i missed a lot of them.
If it bothers you, let me no, and I will try harder to find them all.