Your True Tales for September 2011
Name of story:The Beast of the Moor
So what you are saying is that you & your friend, who thought enough of you to visit from France, were running for your life. When you reached home you left on your shoes!! with all that moor mud, slammed the door in your friends face and would not allow him to come into your home. This because he chose not to drink his coffee? There are a whole lot of holes in your story, so much that to me it resembles a big chunk of Swiss cheese!
Your advice for the author
Find another genre of fiction. Horror is not your 'cup of tea'.