Seven Grains of Rice

I stumbled upon my grandmother's diary from 1952 and found the most disturbing ritual.

Every full moon, she'd place exactly seven grains of rice in her left shoe before bed.

Sounds harmless until I read why. She believed it trapped wandering spirits trying to

steal your dreams. The rice would turn black by morning if a spirit got caught.

I laughed it off until I tried it as a joke. Woke up to find three grains completely

black and my cat staring at the corner of my room, hissing at nothing. Haven't slept right

since. My grandmother wrote that once you start the ritual, the spirits know

you can see them, and stopping makes them angry.