Here is October 22nd....
The land changes, we all know how... the gradual forces of nature mold and shift our world slowly. But, Ghost have never been known to follows natures subtle way.
On dusty arid roads these tiny thorned ghost emerge from the stately saguaro. The desert is vast and empty, with only scorpions and not a human around to scare, so these little spirits find different ways of amusing themselves. One such way is to create a ghostly oasis, praying that some unsuspecting person, parched and lost, will stumble onto this deadly but alluring lake. Should you happen across them, under no circumstances should you drink, lest you wish to suffer a violently prickly end.
October 22nd (C) Onionknight, who doesn't trust mirages