Experiencing the Ura Shrine

COUNCIL BLOG: BETH LAWSON & RACHEL DEMICCO

A deep chill crawled up my spine, and I instinctively took a step back. But the room felt charged, as if the air itself was holding its breath. I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t see anyone else, but I felt watched—intently. A soft, almost inaudible whisper brushed past my ear, though no one was nearby. It wasn’t just the doll. Something else lingered there.