The Forest rises into a mountain when I get towards the back of Bingo Brook Road. I decide to spend the night on the side of Mount Worth. I build a large fire and then burn the wood down into nice hot coals. I create some nice heat and some nice light. And I stand out of course, all alone on the side of the mountain, with my rather large bonfire. And that’s when I initially knew that I was being watched. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel strange eyes upon me. The hair began to rise on the back of my neck. That sixth sense jolted me. My senses were pounded by the perception of evil in the woods. And the evil was very real, even though I kept trying to convince myself that my mind was playing tricks. Paranoia can splice a man.
Eventually, I housed my sixth sense that felt the strange eyes upon me. I closed my own eyes and went to sleep. I made it through the night. My own eyes opened the next morning to nothing but solitude. I was safe and unharmed. And I was also unhinged in that way that shines through when you know that something is not quite right. I knew those strange eyes were evil. I knew that I had not been alone.
My clairvoyance began to clarify itself only later when I learned a murderer was on the loose. An evil soul capable of harming a young woman tromped through the wilderness. I felt this predator. And I felt the madness. But mostly, I felt the strange eyes locked upon me. The eyes of a murderer nestled into my mind and I couldn’t let go. I took a deep breath and exhaled. I was probably lucky to be alive, just like I also knew that my clairvoyance would pull me right back into Bingo Forest. I knew where this madman might be hiding. At least I thought I did. When I called The Police, they were suspicious of my story. After all, I had not seen anything. The Police think my imagination might be getting the better of me. The Policeman chuckles when I tell him that I felt “strange eyes” watching me.
“Will your sixth sense pull this madman out of a line-up?” The Policeman asks me with his deep baritone mono-voice. Letting me know that he thinks I’m suffering from certain paranoia. He thinks I’m nothing but another lunatic trying to get his name in the paper, and of course there’s a reward. “I really felt strange eyes upon me…” I reply. The Policeman chuckles again, and tells me he’ll call me if he has any more questions for me. His deep baritone mono-voice disappears with a click and there I am, alone with my feelings. I still think I know where the murderer is hiding.
All of this leads me back into the Bingo Forest after a murderer. I drive back to my campsite and leave my vehicle. I walk into the forest and feel the twigs crunch underneath my feet. I travel down a path I’ve traveled before. And like the last time that I came to this place, I’m scared. I still feel the murderer. I feel his presence sure as I walk into his domain. And I know that he is still here. His energy has a scent that my sixth sense jumps upon.
I’m hunting down a predator, which means that I have to be a predator. I’m talking about a hunter, a sniffer-outer. And the twigs continue to crunch underneath my feet giving me away. I walk further from my comfort zone. I crunch my way through the forest. I look for the murderer, even though I know that he might very well harm me. Murderers have that way of harming people and I feel this.
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