Suspense writing

We were learning to pick up suspense writing because we made are sentences to long .

I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know how I got there. Or how I was  going to get out. All I knew I was lost. I looked around, it was so dark that I couldn’t see my out-stretched hand in front of me, but I could  smell the musty damp wood of the trees towering over me like prison guards. It appeared as though I was  in a forest but something told me it wasn’t  a friendly place to be. Silently something slithered past my legs, I was terrified. My heart pounded in my chest, I tried to stay as still as possible until I was certain that it was gone and I was safe. I began to run over the leaf-littered floor, trampling bugs  as I went . Stumbling  over  fallen  tree limbs , I could hear the faint whispering screams from long ago from the trees as their  branches had been torn  from there trunks.What happened  here?