A ghost in a tree is one thing, but too often I see fake corpses. I'd love to knock on the owners' doors and tell them about friends whose families see their suicided young children swinging there, or their raped and lynched grandmothers, or their about-to-be-lynched dear friends (or their Mudcat pals or pals' spouses). In vivid detail. Not because I think these misguided idiots necessarily WANT people to see those things, but because they DO see them.