To meet a ghost.

Gingerly stepping over a fallen tree, he entered the glade. Eyes sliding from side to side to check for presences, he pulled off his pack and laid it down under a tall willow. Easing himself down to his knees before a small stream he sighed and scooped water from it to wash his face, gazing down at his own reflection something caught his eye. Something paler than the moonlight above. A ghost stood over him, eerie head lowered just above him. “Hello~” The ghost cooed in a soothing sweet tone. It sounded of soft things and of rustling leaves in empty meadows, of hollow forgotten places and an ethereal tenderness. He scrambled backwards falling on his back and crawling backwards a good yard or two in a few moments of frenzied panic. The water he had held in his hands splashed all down his front, he backed up right to the willow tree and pressed his back against it. The ghost turned slowly to face him, just staring at him, it's eyes two empty orbs of the palest smoke. He stared at the ghost in return. "H-he-hello.." He said slowly, his voice filled with a shaking stutter.