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Drider, I don't think there's a woodsman breathing who hasn't felt that. I know exactly the feeling you describe; like "cold heat" or something radiating outwards. You wanna feel the same thing x5, go down to N'Awlins and walk by where Marie Leveaux or that Dr. who experimented on his slaves used to live. The Caddo Indians used to have some -freakish- stories about "ghost trees," where a tree would grow on the ground where someone died (or worse, be planted over the grave of a witch, usually a "Raven Mocker."
And yeah, the lack of animals or other vegitation is really creepy. Some of the time it makes sense; a wide-canopy oak tree in a pine brank, for instance, or some other situation where a larger and more vigorous tree outcompetes the smaller ones. But I've gotten that feeling from trees that were no more than a dozen meters high. And yeah, that feeling at night will keep you awake for awhile.
There are a lot of wierd, wierd things in this old world, and not all of them are friendly. There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world...
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