Kathleen's Killer (part III)

Clairvoyance first came to me in a place very different from Bingo Forest, in another dense forest called New York City. A wilderness of it’s own that sits not too far from here. The City unfolds into concrete and people. You can find whatever you want to find in the City. And like what I’m feeling here in Bingo Forest, sometimes I used to find evilness in people. It sits upfront in the air. I would walk the City streets and feel the pockets of creepiness, which would quickly whither away. I would feel the traces of coldness while seeing nothing peculiar. Leaving me standing there without concrete proof of the supernatural, but with that distinct feeling that something is wrong here, and that something is missing. I feel the same way here in Bingo Forest. That sixth sense jumps from my feelings making me alert.
This same clairvoyance has now drawn me back to my initial encounter. I once again find myself at the end of Bingo Brook Road knowing that there’s a murderer on the loose. Two nights have passed since my first encounter here. Perhaps my imagination is getting the best of me, but I think I know where this murderer is hiding. I just have a feeling. The Police aren’t taking me seriously, so I’m on my own. Maybe I’m crazy, but I’m going with my intuition.
I drive slowly until the end of Bingo Brook Road. I maneuver my vehicle around each turn expecting the culprit to jump in front of me. I know that this won’t be easy. My sixth sense perks and the hair rises on the back of my neck as I proceed into danger. At the end of the road I slowly roll to a halt, breathing deeply and second-guessing whether what I’m doing here makes any sense. Has my brain gone haywire? This person in the woods could try and kill me.
I’m drawn in anyway, as I leave my vehicle and walk down the foot trail. The grass and twigs slowly crunch beneath my feet giving me away. I move as quietly as I can in the late afternoon light. My senses are heightened by the adventure of it all. I’m alert and alive. The bitter feeling of coldness rises around me in the thick forest. The afternoon light glows, but I am still unable to see very well. And I still feel cold. I’m chilled and not by the weather. The frigidness comes from a different place. I head down the foot trail, slowly winding up the side of Mount Worth.
This predator has taken the woods away from me, and I love the woods. I love nature and the peace and serenity, and I want all of things back for myself. This predator has put fear into me. I am no longer comfortable being out here, and I don’t want to feel this way about a place that I revere.
But then it also occurs to me that I really don’t know what I’m doing. Maybe I’m just plain foolish. Should I really be out here? I feel the adrenaline running through my veins as fear shows itself. I won’t give into fear. I’m facing this terrible feeling that I have, even if there is a chance that I could lose my life.