BAD LIGHT

a certain day a guy who lived in a rural area decided to ride his horse during some hours and he lost track of the time spent, after the sunset he said to himself:
-for what I see right now I will have no other choice but to spend the night here.
he jumped off the horse, lit a fire and went to a nearby steam to collect some water, while he was doing this he heared a terrible yelling followed inmediately by a group of cries, he looked in the direction of the cries and saw a shinning ball coming his way (an old legend says that ghosts are prisoners in balls of light and they're only allowed to cry and complain and yell)(these are called 'bad lights')(personally I never saw none of these nor I want to)(however in the past and in certain areas is a popular belief)
the man in our tale dropped everything he had in his hands at that moment and run towards his horse and he rode as fast as he could and the cryin' light was always behind him, after several hours he realized that the follower he had was not a bad light, it was only that he lit the fire on top of his dog