A man in the old days was returning by horse (since there were no cars back then) from somewhere towards his home, towards his village. It was dark. He entered as if in a fog, a kind of haze. He couldn’t see the road well, and the horse didn’t want to go, it was protesting something. The man made him continue. They walked like that for a while, and that way seemed a bit strange to him. Once the horse stopped completely and did not want to continue, the man could not force him. In the end, he crossed himself, and suddenly everything came to him, the fog disappeared. They were only a few meters from the precipice. Something bewitched him and led him to his death.