An Old Man’s Insight into the Candle Face Mystery

Subjects of Interest:

• Candle Face Chronicles

• The Lost Souls

October 31, 2023

I managed to track down an 82-year-old man with firsthand knowledge of the tragic fire on Ben Howell Drive in Austin, Texas. For his safety and privacy, he asked to be called Mr. John Doe and insisted on complete anonymity before sharing his story.

The following pages contain the transcript of our brief but intense interview. With only ten minutes to explore a history that spans decades, every question carried weight, and each answer felt crucial. In that short time, Mr. Doe provided new information about the fire’s origins and shared his encounters with the ghost I’ve come to call Candle Face.

Interview date: October 30, 2023

Location: Austin, Texas

Arthur: Mr. Doe, did you live near Ben Howell Drive in the 1960s or 1970s?

John Doe: Indeed, my family and I lived a stone’s throw from Ben Howell Drive. Our time there has spanned from the mid-1960s to the mid-1980s. Once my children had all wed, we bid farewell to the neighborhood.

Arthur: There was a devastating fire on Ben Howell in the late 1960s. Do you recall it, and if so, what do you remember?

John Doe: The father was cleaning a car carburetor with gasoline in the kitchen. One of his sons knocked over the gas can, spilling its contents while the mother cooked. It was an accident waiting to happen. The gasoline or its fumes ignited rapidly, engulfing the house in flames. I believe there were several children in the home; all escaped with severe burns. But the father couldn’t locate his youngest son, a mere two-year-old. Assuming the boy had returned to the house, he, his wife, and his mother rushed back into the inferno. The flames forced them to retreat. However, the father, driven by paternal instinct, tried to re-enter, but a crowd of onlookers held him back. Firefighters eventually entered the blazing structure, but initially, no body was found, leading everyone to believe the boy was lost in the neighborhood. A frantic search ensued, with over two hundred people calling his name, I think it was Paul, though I’m not sure. Tragically, they later discovered his body in the kitchen. I vividly recall the boy’s mother, inconsolable on the curb across the street from her house, surrounded by comforting neighbors. Strangely, the father was arrested that night, reportedly for a parole violation unrelated to the fire. It was a cruel twist of fate; the police should have shown leniency, allowing him to tend to his injured family and grieve his lost child.

Arthur: You said the child’s name was Paul? Do you know if one of the other children was named Griffin?

John Doe: I believe the two-year-old was Paul, not Griffin. I’ve never heard of the name Griffin.

Arthur: As you’re aware, I moved to the house adjacent to the empty lot where that house once stood. According to rumors...

John Doe: (Interrupting) What rumors have you heard? Speak up.

Arthur: When we settled into the house in 1976, I was only four. The local children spun a tale of a little boy causing the fire by playing with matches near the water heater, resulting in the entire family’s demise, purportedly buried in the backyard due to financial constraints...

John Doe: (Laughing heartily for a couple of minutes) Children have a fondness for fabricating tales. It’s a part of growing up. No, there were no backyard burials, and only the little boy perished in the fire, not the whole family. Your book mentioned this, and I remember finding it amusing.

Arthur: As detailed in my book, The Empty Lot Next Door, I began experiencing dreams about a little girl emerging from the hole in the back of the lot...

John Doe: (Chuckling again) A hole, yes, but why would there be a hole there?

Arthur: Perhaps an old, collapsed septic tank?

John Doe: Unlikely, as the houses in that area [South Austin] aren’t equipped with septic tanks. It might just be a hole. Don’t fret over it (still chuckling).

Arthur: Mr. Doe, I recall standing around that hole with my friends. Randy, one of the oldest kids, dared anyone to jump in, warning that the ghost of a little girl would haunt the jumper. One evening, I took the plunge. Soon after, a little girl with charred features began haunting my dreams and even left handprints on my windows, proving her existence.

John Doe: But there’s no certainty she was buried there. Why did you jump in the first place?

Arthur: I was often overlooked as the smallest kid. I sought something to distinguish myself from my brother Ricky’s shadow, to be recognized for my own deed.

John Doe: Whatever your motivations, you might have awakened Candle Face. I doubt she was buried there; perhaps the hole was a portal. But what do I know, you’re the investigator (spoken condescendingly).

Arthur: If it’s a portal, should I attempt to close it to stop Candle Face?

John Doe: You’re the investigator. Now you’re starting to sound like a movie (sounding irritated).

Arthur: Mr. Doe, you believe in Candle Face, I presume.

John Doe: It’s better to believe, just in case. It’s akin to an insurance policy. If you believe, you’re safe. If not, you might end up with a visit.

Arthur: Now you sound like a movie (I remarked, to which John Doe didn’t react). But how do you know this? How are you certain that Candle Face preys on skeptics?

John Doe: I’ve heard stories for years. Rumor has it she targets skeptics who lead degenerate lives, though not exclusively. Some of her victims are upstanding citizens. So, belief is prudent, just in case. Besides, I’ve encountered her firsthand.

Arthur: You’ve seen her?

John Doe: Yes, around 1990, while walking my dog near the creek you mentioned in your book, at the intersection of Wilson and El Paso Streets. I saw a young girl with long dark hair, seemingly bathing in the water. We locked eyes. I kept trying to see better. I thought I heard a voice asking, “Do you believe?” Perhaps it was the wind, but I whispered “yes,” just in case. She continued her actions. I never saw her again, but I heard stories, not specifically about Candle Face, but of a little girl ghost. But I knew it was her. In a sick way, I hoped it was her. If so, I knew I wouldn’t be next.

Arthur: Mr. Doe, do you think Candle Face is still out there?

John Doe: I do. I’m a believer. Interestingly, after you contacted me in July, I dreamt of Candle Face warning me against talking to you. But recently, she reappeared in my dream, encouraging me to reveal everything. Any idea why she might’ve had a change of heart?

Arthur: No, I don’t. But as you said, I’m the investigator; I aim to find out. Sir, you mentioned in a phone call in July that you had information about Candle Face before I awakened her. What can you tell me?

John Doe: Well, all I know is I saw her with my own two eyes in 1990, well before you wrote your book. I didn’t know you or your story back then. That’s what I was referring to.

Arthur: Do you think others in the community may have encountered Candle Face or know of her existence? Your sighting of Candle Face raises the possibility of additional witnesses or sources who might shed more light on her history and nature. You said you have heard stories of a little girl ghost. Can you provide me with the names of other people who may have additional information?

John Doe: I know a few people, mostly my age, some younger around your age. They may not talk since they’re not believers like me.

Arthur: If there’re nonbelievers, they have nothing to worry about…

John Doe: (interrupting) You can still be scared if you don’t believe. And you should be afraid. But I’m not going to ask them, do your own investigation.

Arthur: Fair enough. Sir, is there anything else you would like to add?

John Doe: Yes, be cautious in your quest. You might find what you’re looking for. When you do, remember that belief is an insurance policy.

Arthur: Thank you for your time, Mr. Doe.

The interview with Mr. John Doe has added a fresh depth to Candle Face’s story, offering invaluable information. As I look into her past, I keep returning to Shakespeare’s line: “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” This journey to understand Candle Face and her world continues, a constant reminder that so much lies beyond what we think we know.