100 Word Challenge, Week #2, picture prompt

I had never seen a ghost. But like they say, there is always a first time for everything. The bucket that stood before me suddenly knocked over, there wasn’t a gust of wind in sight. This couldn’t have been coincidental. Thousands of beads gushed out in a flash. A cloudy mist slowly came past me, though it felt like it was going through me, just as a ghost would. Fear slowly started to creep up my spine, this was getting creepy. I left the woods where I had been for the past hour. I was confused, utterly and horribly confused.

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