When I was in my early twenties i had a very large doberman. I used to take him to the country to run around and get some exercise. One time i pulled off by a field that had an unfinished road on it. Like someone was going to build and didn’t. When I let my dog off the leash he would usually go explore even though he stayed in sight. This particular day he would not leave my side even when I told him go play. Most of the time he was touching me. We walked a little way but I started getting freaked out by his nervousness. There were no houses or people in sight. We went back to the car and drove home. I told my mother what happened and she asked me where we went. She looked surprised and said that she had read that a couple weeks before a girl had been murdered right in that area.