Alright, so I decided to continue the investigation at the abandoned shrine. I’d been there once before, but it was getting dark, and I didn’t really get a good look at everything. So, I packed my bag with some essentials – water, a flashlight, my phone (for photos, of course), and a small notebook to jot down anything interesting.
Getting There
The hike up to the shrine was a bit tougher than I remembered. It’s all overgrown with weeds and bushes, and you gotta watch your step, seriously. There were some loose rocks, and I almost twisted my ankle a couple of times. But, hey, that’s part of the adventure, right?
Exploring the Shrine
Once I got there, I took a deep breath and started exploring. This time, with the sun high up, I could see a lot more detail. The main building, what I guess was the prayer hall, was pretty much in ruins. The roof had caved in on one side, and there were pieces of wood and stone everywhere.
I carefully stepped inside. There was a musty smell, like old wood and damp earth. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the roof, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.
- The Walls: I noticed some faded paintings on the remaining sections of the walls. Mostly floral patterns, but there were also a few figures that looked like… well, I’m not sure. Gods? Spirits? They were too worn out to tell for sure.
- The Altar: There was a crumbling stone altar at the far end. It was covered in moss and lichen, but you could still see the basic shape. I found some broken pieces of pottery scattered around – maybe offering bowls?
- Small Side Room: Off to one side, there was a small, dark room. I used my flashlight to peek inside. It was mostly empty, except for a pile of what looked like old, tattered cloth in one corner. I didn’t want to touch it, just in case.
Weird Stuff
Okay, this is where it gets a little creepy. While I was poking around the altar, I heard this faint sound, like… whispering. I stopped and listened, but it was gone. I figured it was just the wind, but then I heard it again, a little closer this time. I swear, it sounded like someone was saying my name, very softly. I started to get goosebumps.
And found one small, smooth stone. It was a different color than the other stones around, kind of a dark grey, and it felt strangely warm to the touch. I don’t know why, but I decided to pocket it.
Leaving
I stayed a bit more time looking everthing, then I decided to head back. The whispering sound was getting to me, plus the sun would be going down. I carefully made my way back down the path, feeling a little uneasy, to be honest.
So, that’s it for my second visit to the abandoned shrine. I definitely need to do some more research on this place. I got some photos and notes, and I have that weird stone. Maybe I can find someone who knows about local history or folklore to tell me more. Wish me luck!
