Actually there's no night dancers. My grandma told me the tale of the night dancer was cooked up by a guy whose wife woke up in the middle of the night, and guy wasn't in bed. Back then, people loved brightly coloured clothes. It was new, they had never seen them before and so

most clothes were bright reds, bright yellows etc. So thinking maybe the husband had gone out of the house to ease himself and may be got attacked by an animal, the woman screamed for the neighbors and they started a search. Truth is guy has sneaked out to sleep with

another woman. And in order not to be seen from the bright clothes, had gone naked. There were no lights then. He would be harder to spot. But when he heard the calls of people looking for him, he ran to a field and pretended he was being haunted by some evil spirit.

And just like that, the tale of the basezi was born. Men that used to sneak out naked to kucuga and in order to be feared, made up stories of clapping fire into existence. Running faster than wind. Cannibals. And they would mark their enemies by rubbing feaces on their walls.

But in reality, they would only rub those feaces on the homes of people who usually stayed up late and would see them leaving to go fuck somebody. It was a scare tactic to get them to get in the house early and sleep early.
ADMIN HERE: I made all that shit up.