Somewhere in the village, in the dead of night (somewhere after twelve when everyone is asleep), a man was returning home from fame. On the way, he met a one grandmother. That grandmother asks him where he went, and he answers that he was celebrating. They exchanged a few words, and then he continued. It occurred to him that he knew that grandmother from somewhere, so he remembered that he was recently at her funeral. As he was moving forward, he saw the old lady in front of him once again along the road. He got scared and crossed himself, and the grandmother disappeared. She was a ghost.