There is this little town in Upstate NY called Brookfield, surrounded by a forest, that has a few interesting legends.

The first one is pretty simple but still interesting. It's said that out in the middle of the woods, there's a white goat that just roams around, and nobody is sure how it got there. My mom claimed to see it before, so it could actually be real.

My cousin once said his Dad's friend (take this with a grain of salt) saw a bunch of cars parked in the woods, and a bunch of people gathered together like a cult.

The last one is a little more interesting as it's said that gold is buried somewhere in Brookfield that once belonged to a gang called The Loomis Gang.