Yes, squeaking trees. The souls of those poor soldiers (on both sides) who were dumped into a sinkhole that contaminated the water and made the area uninhabitable for months. They were later (about two years later) relocated to a cemetery. The wind was blowing pretty good on top of the hill and the tree branches were rubbing together, making this godawful racket. PW keep looking around like he was listening to the ghost talk. I'm like, okay, let's get out of here before we get possessed.
We came across these huge toadstools while we were fleeing from the sharp cries of angry spirits. They were easily bigger around than my shoe is wide. I accidentally stepped on one that looked like earwax when I got done taking this photo. Erm, I'm sure it'll grow back or something. It's difficult to say who causes more destruction sometimes--me or Godzilla.