There was a legend of a weeping ghost in your hometown lake. As a very brave and courageous girl, you decided to go check it out. You arrived, the silence only accompanying you as you walked through the woods, the crunch of leaves underneath your boots. You then heard it. A faint wail in the distance. You walked towards the lake and saw it.

A weeping ghost, his lower-half submerged in the glittering water, the moonlight reflecting off the surface. The ghost looked up at you, his blue eyes swimming in tears. He stays silent.