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"When I was young, ghost stories were as essential to my group of neighborhood friends as the bikes we used to investigate them. I knew the "Gates of Hell" legends of Maudslay State Park were ridiculous at best, but the prickling sensation I felt as I got off my bike to take a look for myself had an effect all its own. The story of the human heads said to be propped up by the spikes of the gate was enough to keep me peddling near the head of the pack on the ride home. These ghosts lived and lurked in the woods we explored, so while we listened to the stories, we experienced them, too. It’s this kind of upbringing that makes locals pr
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