Subjects of Interest:
Candle Face Chronicles
The Lost Souls
November 12, 2024
Everyone is asleep, and I’m ready to practice my remote viewing and mediumship skills. I was sitting at the dining room table, preparing to conjure up a lost soul. I had the crystal ball in front of me. After a long, stressful day, I just wanted to focus on something familiar, something I could control. But a lost soul had other plans for me.
As I was getting ready to begin, the lights in the kitchen began flickering. I know what this means—time for a nocturnal visitor to arrive. But tonight, something was different.
No one appeared, and the flickering wasn’t random. It was rhythmic, almost like it had a pulse of its own. I stayed at the table, watching as the lights flashed in quick, deliberate bursts, then paused, only to start again. It felt like the house itself was trying to speak, to get my attention.
Then, without warning, a strange, crushing pressure gripped my chest. My heart started to race, beating so hard it felt like it would burst. The pain was sudden, a searing line of fire across my left side. I clutched at my chest, my mind racing. Was this it? Was I having a heart attack?
My breaths came in short, shallow gasps. The room began to darken, my vision blurring. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, drowning out every other sound. The pressure in my chest only grew worse, like a vice tightening around my ribs, squeezing the life out of me.
But that’s when I noticed it—my heartbeat wasn’t just racing. It was in perfect sync with the flickering lights in the kitchen. Flash. Thud. Flash. Thud.
The pounding continued, relentless, and as I focused, I began to hear it more clearly. It wasn’t just my heart—it was a drumbeat. The rhythm was deep, raw, almost primal, like someone striking a drum with their bare hands. Each beat seemed to echo through my chest. The rhythm wasn’t just a typical drumbeat—it had a wooden, hollow resonance to it, almost like someone striking a hand drum. The sound was distinct, not something I had heard before.
And then, everything shifted.
I was no longer sitting at my dining room table. I was in the woods. The scent of wet leaves and damp earth filled my nostrils. The humid air stung my lungs with every forced breath. I was running—my legs felt heavy, my breaths shallow and panicked. The drumbeat was relentless, pounding in my chest and ears, driving me forward along a path deeper into the woods.
I couldn’t see where I was going, only that I had to keep moving. The trees seemed to shift and dance around me. My heart continued to pound in my chest, the rhythm urging me on, faster and faster. I followed the path to a clearing. That’s where I saw them—three shadowy figures. They stood like sentinels, their eyes and chest glowing faintly. The familiar drumbeat grew louder, more frantic.
“You have failed her,” they chanted in unison.
Suddenly, she appeared—Candle Face, her face a twisted, melted mask illuminated by a backdrop of flames. The heat of her presence was overwhelming, and I could feel it searing into my skin. The drumbeat became deafening.
“You sought perfection in your music yet ignored my demands, Jacob,” Candle Face said. “You were to bring me those who did not believe, yet you chose not to obey. Now, you will pay the price.”
The shadows closed in, and everything went black.
And just like that, I was back at my dining room table. The lights had stopped flickering, the drumbeat had faded, leaving only the pain in my chest. My hands were shaking, my heart still pounding as if it were trying to catch up with reality. The vision had ended, but the terror lingered.
Personal Note to My Readers (November 13, 2024)
Last night, something unexpected happened. During the vision, Candle Face referred to me as Jacob. At first, I was confused. Clearly, Candle Face knows who I am, so why did she call me Jacob? Was it some kind of psychological trick? For a while, I was convinced that I had become the target, that she was trying to toy with me.
But as I began to reflect on the experience, trying to make sense of what I had just witnessed, pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place. The drumbeat, the shadows, the overwhelming sense of dread—it all felt too familiar.
The story felt familiar, like a story I had heard months ago. That’s when it hit me: this wasn’t the first time I had connected with this lost soul. On March 22, 2024, he came to me, desperate to share his story about shadows pursuing him in the woods. Back then, I only heard his words, but tonight, I lived through his eyes. I witnessed what he experienced on the day he died. For a few terrifying minutes, I became the lost soul from Candle Face Victim #21: A Drumbeat Away from Darkness.
But here’s what’s truly disturbing—I didn’t consciously use the crystal ball or any of my remote viewing techniques. The moment my heartbeat synced with the flickering lights, it was as if the crystal ball activated on its own. I was pulled into a vision, but I wasn’t in control. It felt like the lost soul was reaching out to me, forcing the connection.
The rhythm of the drumbeat felt like a message, a cry for help. I can’t help but think that this experience is a warning—both for me and for all of us trying to piece together these fragments of the past. I’ve always relied on my remote viewing techniques with some degree of control, but tonight shattered that sense of safety.
If anyone reading this has experienced something similar, if you’ve felt your abilities start to activate without your intent, I need your help. The lost souls are counting on us to understand what they’re trying to communicate, but I fear I’m opening doors that I won’t be able to close. There’s something hidden in that drumbeat—something urgent that I need to decode. But I can’t do it alone.
Please reach out if you have any ideas. The lost souls, perhaps even my sanity, and safety depend on what we discover together.
Is Candle Face real?
This is a complex and deeply personal question. On the one hand, there's the possibility that Candle Face is a manifestation of my childhood trauma, a figure created by my mind to cope with fear and emotional turmoil. On the other hand, the consistent details, physical evidence, and shared experiences with others suggest that Candle Face may be a genuine supernatural entity. Whether Candle Face is real or a creation of my psyche, her impact on my life has been undeniably profound. Ultimately, the answer to this question is up to you.
How are you able to communicate with the dead? Are you a psychic or medium?
I don’t consider myself a psychic or medium, although many in the paranormal community believe I have some kind of gift, perhaps one that I haven’t fully tapped into yet. Unlike those who claim to communicate with any spirit, my ability seems limited to connecting with Candle Face’s victims and Candle Face herself. While I’m not sure how this works, the connection is strong and focused on these particular Lost Souls, allowing me to share their stories and seek justice for them.
Do you use AI to create your content?
From October 2023 to around March 2024, I personally wrote the short descriptions you see on Google and social media platforms when my web pages or journal entries are shared or found in search results. These descriptions are those brief, 160-character summaries that pop up beside the URL. It was challenging to condense complex ideas into such a small space.
By March 2024, I began letting Wix, my website host, handle this task for me. Their AI generates these summaries much faster and often with more precision than I could manage within that tight character limit. It was a practical decision to let the system take over this small aspect of my work, allowing me to focus more on my writing and investigations.
The web pages and journal entries themselves are entirely my own. My writing encompasses a wide range of topics, including the testimonies of the Lost Souls, my investigations into Candle Face/Isabel, my books like Isabel: The Forgotten Daughter of La Llorona and The Haunted Handbook, as well as other works and research. Everything I write is rooted in my decades of experience in writing (over ten books in 15 years) and my 30+ years of expertise in intelligence analysis, missing persons cases, and human trafficking investigations. The core content you read always comes from me.
By early March 2025, I decided to create a Shopify account to sell copies of Isabel: The Forgotten Daughter of La Llorona, The Haunted Handbook, and to look for caretakers for The Scrolls of Souls. It was a tremendous amount of work to manually transfer all 130 journal entries from Wix to Shopify and recreate the Google SEO titles and descriptions for each entry. Shopify’s blogging platform also required a summary for each journal entry. Summarizing my work was taking around 30 minutes per entry, which became overwhelming and unsustainable.
To streamline the process, I allowed AI to create the summaries for me by uploading each journal entry and letting the AI generate the SEO descriptions, summaries, and ALT text for images. Here's a clear breakdown of what is AI-generated:
- Some journal entry titles.
- Nearly all SEO journal descriptions (up to 160 characters).
- Nearly all summaries (which are only available in the backend and not visible to the public).
Everything else you read comes from me, whether it’s documenting testimonies from the Lost Souls, researching Candle Face/Isabel, or writing my books. The AI simply handles the tedious, mechanical parts of the process, leaving the writing, storytelling, and investigations entirely in my hands.
I review all AI-generated summaries and descriptions to ensure they accurately represent the essence of my writing. My decision to use AI for these backend tasks is about maintaining efficiency and allowing me to focus on what truly matters: writing, storytelling, investigations, and giving voice to the Lost Souls, protecting the Fugitives, investigating Candle Face/Isabel, and exploring new projects. Your experience as a reader is shaped by my work, not by AI.
Why did you end the podcast?
I decided to cancel the Candle Face Chronicles Podcast for two key reasons. First, while the Get Haunted Network is a fantastic community for paranormal entertainment, it wasn't the right fit for the serious and important nature of my work with Candle Face Chronicles. The network's lighthearted tone didn’t align with my mission.
Second, the friends and family of one of Candle Face's victims reached out and asked me to stop discussing their loved one on the podcast because it was causing them too much pain. Their request made me realize that my work, while well-intentioned, was unintentionally hurting those who are still living and grieving.
These reasons led me to end the podcast, but I remain committed to continuing my mission to uncover Candle Face’s origins and methods with a renewed focus on compassion and respect for the living.
Why did you stop using www.candleface.com and start using www.branchingplotbooks.com?
I have had the branchingplotbooks.com domain since 2012, but I transferred the domain to Shopify to use it as my storefront. I needed to do this because Isabel: The Forgotten Daughter of La Llorona can't be published or sold via Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing because of its spiral binding requirement. The same goes for The Haunted Handbook.
I decided to sell them, along with most of my other books, on Shopify because it allows me to provide a more streamlined and reliable experience for my readers. It also enables me to have full control over my work and how it reaches my audience. Additionally, all my books are still available on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), except for Isabel: The Forgotten Daughter of La Llorona and The Haunted Handbook due to their unique binding requirements.
I also chose to use Shopify’s blogging platform, keeping all books, my journal, and the shopping experience located in one place.
I plan on keeping www.candleface.com up for the interim, but it will likely go down as well, or at least be redirected to www.branchingplotbooks.com. In the end, I want my work to be more streamlined and easier for the paranormal community and my readers to find my work, read and help the lost souls, protect the fugitives, and care for the Scrolls of Souls.
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