I cautiously walk around the haunted tree, hearing whispers throughout the dark and mysterious forest. I repeat the stories in my head as I picture a young boy riding his bike with his friends, doing tricks. Then, he gets some distance and starts pedalling faster and faster. He tries mastering a flip, right next to the tree, but misses and slams into it. The bike’s handlebars empale the front of the trunk and I can picture his motionless body, lying there. Poor kid. Everyone says that if you touch his bike, he will haunt you until the day you die….