Third.
I drove around for an hour trying to make sense of what had just happened. I had never had a "vision" before and I was still quite shaken. The town itself wasn't very large and I must have driven down almost every street at least once. On the outskirts I noticed a number of small dirt paths leading into the woods. They seemed large enough to drive on, so after ensuring that there was no one around I pulled off the main road onto one of these paths. The packed dirt was uneven and covered in rocks and branches. I drove until I knew that no one would spot me from the street and turned off the ignition. After calming down some and realizing that I hadn't eaten yet I climbed out of the truck and set off to hunt.
Twenty minutes later I was fed and on my way back to the truck when I noticed some piles of brick and stone to my left. Figuring that I didn't have much else to do I decided to explore a bit. I came upon what looked like it might have been the foundation of a home at one time. There was a stone stairway that led down and I could make out what looked like a large wooden door. Glancing around I couldn't see or hear anyone coming, so I descended the steps to get a better look. When I reached the bottom I found the door to be blocked with a large wooden beam. Something didn't feel right about this place, I reached out to touch the beam and was overcome by a feeling of darkness, of unimaginable pain and suffering. I raced back up the stairs. Whatever was behind that door in the old cellar should probably stay there.
I kept walking, it was afternoon now, by the position of the sun I guessed probably around one or two o'clock. I knew that I still had hours of daylight, and I was hoping that I might find more in the woods; they did not disappoint. I came out of the trees to a clearing and found an old well. I hadn't seen one of these in decades. Most of those that existed up north had been demolished or filled in after a number of children were found dead, drowned in the pits. I wondered what could be down there and placed my hands on the stones to look over the edge.
Almost immediately an indescribable pain seared my palms. I ran back a few steps watching as the skin burned and fell to the ground in sheets. Vervain, there must have been some trace amount of vervain on the rocks. My hands turned a sickly shade of deep magenta, sores and blisters formed in front of my eyes. I panicked; the pain was too great for me to concentrate enough to heal them. I raced back through the woods towards my truck, the pain throbbing with every beat of my heart, never letting up. By the time I got to the vehicle the pain was so great that I started to feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. I jarred the door open and grabbed my water bottle, pouring the lukewarm liquid over my hands but it wasn't enough. I scrambled to the back of the truck and used my elbows to fish around for something to help but all that I had was a bottle of witch hazel. Fearing that I was only moments away from blacking out I took the cap off with my teeth and poured it generously over my hands hoping at the very least to soothe them enough that I could concentrate and heal them.
To my complete astonishment the pain dissipated. I could still feel the burns, but it was bearable. I poured more on until I was finally able to concentrate, then I turned my eyes to the sky, closed them and let out a sigh of relief as I felt the tight raw skin loosen a little and my fingers wiggle. It took a few minutes, but they healed, and the tightness of the new skin would be gone the next day. I picked up the near empty bottle that had fallen to the ground and stared at it as I turned it around in my freshly healed hands. I have no idea how that worked, but I wasn't going to be unprepared if I ever had another vervain burn. I closed the back door, slipped into the driver's seat and turned the ignition on. There wasn't much room to turn around so I put the truck in reverse and headed out of the woods the way I came.
In town I found the local drug store and bought five bottles of witch hazel liquid. If the cashier thought this a strange purchase she didn't indicate it. I also grabbed a few magazines and some gum, handed her the money and went back to the truck. The sun was getting low in the sky, so I had a quick dinner at a fast-food chain and headed back towards the woods. I figured it was as good a place as any to go unnoticed. The light of the moon was enough to get me back to my previous location. I unrolled the mattress and sleeping bag and settled in to read my magazines. I fell asleep after only ten pages and didn't wake until the following morning.