On a pitch-black night, a person was walking along a desolate road, passing through a graveyard. The faint rustling of leaves in the chilly breeze made the surroundings eerily unsettling, causing one's hair to stand on end and their skin to crawl. Suddenly, in the distance, a small red light flickered, appearing and disappearing intermittently. The first thought that crossed the person's mind was "will-o'-the-wisp" or ghostly fire.
Filled with trepidation, they cautiously picked up a stone and threw it toward the glowing light. To their surprise, the light floated over to the back of another grave. The fear in their heart intensified, and they once again hurled a stone at the light, causing it to move to yet another grave.
With each occurrence, their anxiety grew, and they couldn't help but pick up another stone to aim at the mysterious light. At this point, they were on the brink of panic. Suddenly, a voice from behind one of the graves exclaimed, "Who the heck is that? Can't a person take a proper dump in peace? You've interrupted me three times in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette!"