Don't Light up Tonight

Before he died, my grandfather told me a secret: In our hometown in the Northeast, we must never light up cigarettes at night. I don't believe in evil, so I lit a flower for myself on the night of the wake. As soon as the cigarette was lit, Grandpa's anxious knocking sound came from the coffin: "Quickly pinch it! Have you seen the woman in the red cotton-padded jacket at the door?" I looked up and saw only a series of wet footprints at the empty courtyard door. "She is lying on your back laughing..."