When I was a child there is a tree in our community which I and my friends frequented. This tree (Aratilis) is located inside an abandoned house. Every day we would sneak into the property and climbed the tree. I had a nanny then who told us not to go there because the tree is home to unseen creatures. Being kids we were frightened at first but our curiosity won us over.
One afternoon, it was a good Friday, we went up the tree and played there for awhile when suddenly one of my friends fell from a branch that broke off. As soon as my friend hit the ground the branches which I and my other friend was sitting on snapped and we all fell to the ground. As you could tell we were in a lot of pain but we manage to get up and go home. Well that's what I remember. What happened next was a retelling of what my mom and my friends' moms told us.
After we reached our homes we collapsed on the door step. My mom rushed by my side and checked on me I had very high fever and I was in a convulsive state and I was continuously blabbering about someone who they did not knew. My mom being a nurse she did not believed in superstition of sorts so she took me to the hospital. That's when she discovered I have a big bluish bruise on back. The doctors said it should be gone in a few days but it did not it was on my back for a week and so as with my friends.
After consulting with medium we found out that we were, as we called it, spanked by the spirit of the owner of the house who has been guarding the tree. It seems as though he wanted us to remember to heed the warnings of our elders. After making amends, the bruising on our backs disappeared.
To this day when there is a chance I and my old friends meet we still go back to that time when the tree we frequented whooped our butts for being naughty kids.