I asked the haunted forests around my Gran's house why they insisted on being so menacing and creepy. They said it's because people keep cursing them (feeling a presence and sending them back to Satan, or whatever...), after they go cut down their trees. They weren't expecially friendly with me, either, even though I was kind in my questioning. I'm mortal and drink coffee from paper cups. Why should they be nice to me.
My cousin asked me why there were Heebie Jeebies in her house after I left that night. I told her the forests don't like Baptists, and a couple of them followed me home.