Kathleen's Killer (part II)

I eventually shake the paranoia. I convince myself that my mind is playing tricks. And of course, nothing happens to me. I crawl into my camper and eventually fall asleep, although not easily. I remain undisturbed until morning. I move into the next day just fine, in one piece, yet knowing that someone or something was out there watching me. I came down off of the mountain and into the small town that I live. The morning chatter centers upon the rather disturbing story of the murder of a local woman. Kathleen Smith was found strangled in her home, and her empty car was found abandoned at the top of Texas Falls Road. The killer then escaped into the woods, or so it seemed.
All of this again stirred the paranoia in me. A maniac murderer was on the loose in the woods, and not too far from where I spent the night. Could it be that I was really being watched? Could I have buried that sixth sense that told me so, or was I drowning in my own clairvoyance?
I called the Police. They asked me if I had seen anything. But I hadn’t seen anything, I just felt funny. The Police shrugged me off as someone with an overzealous imagination. Someone or something sat just over my shoulder, yet I walked away unharmed. The Policeman told me that I had probably been lucky. The Killer probably had been watching me with my rather large campfire. He was definitely in the same area that I was. But I didn’t see anything, so I was pretty useless as a witness. The Policeman dismissed my funny feelings, just like I had dismissed that sixth sense that told me that I was being cased.
I knew that I had come close to a murderer. I could feel his energy within the brush of Bingo Forest. Delusion and insanity follow this monster and I feel this rather vividly. I felt this by the campfire, wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me. And I feel it now as I try and recapture the coldness and chill looking over my shoulder. I know that someone or something is still out there. I can feel the coldness and the evilness. My sixth sense arises and once again I feel my own clairvoyance. Once again, I feel alone and vulnerable. I’m aware that there is madness out there. I know that there’s a human being out there capable of killing another.