One day, one year has passed we moved to our house.
I went back home and opened a front door.
There was an old wooden box in the porch.
"Whose box is this?"
My wife was out of the house for the night. I was just myself.
I live in middle of nowhere in the mountain, I was scared and it gave me chills.
Fox? Snow woman?
You might think I'm bit funny, but I was so serious felt something and went out the house and try to see something.
But there was nothing around my house.
So I went back to the front and opened the suspicious box.
Nothing in there.
I was starting at a sudden cries of deer.
So I made a phone call to my wife.
And she said "I have no idea what you are talking about. You can ask our neighbor might know it."
Then I called my neighbor.
"Uh huh?? Oh yes yes, I see that's our local tradition, we use that old box and offer a festive red rice to the local shrine for wishing of rich harvest."
I see, that makes sence.
It's very nice to have a uniqe tradition, but I don't want to get scared...