This mysterious place that you present to us in such a striking way, @ladyrebecca, comes to give concretion to that enchanted forest that is in our imaginary, nourished by fairy tales or marvellous medieval.
I don't immediately believe in things spread as enigmatic, but I have no problem accepting them as part of the great mystery of life and the universe.
Forests will continue to be places of questions and encounters, even if we don't see UFOs or ghosts. As the Spanish philosopher María Zambrano wrote in her wonderful essay: "The clearing of the forest is a centre where it is not always possible to enter: (...) It is another kingdom that a soul inhabits and guards",

PS: when I read the name of the forest, Hoia-Baciu, the surname resonated but by a writer of Romanian origin, Stefan Baciu, exiled in Brazil, of whom I read a very good Antology of Latin American surrealist poetry.
Thank you and greetings.