Suspense writing

All I saw were leaves. I was searching in the misty forest. I rested. I was lost. Lost in the deadly forest. I stopped for a sudden. I heard leaves crumbling from behind me. Leaves fell. Nothing was there, just a fox. A light gust of wind hit me. I did not know what to do. I could smell the dark trees. There were groans. The trees were screaming. It was like eyes were following me. I’m definitely not alone…