
Subjects of Interest:
Candle Face Chronicles
The Lost Souls
November 23, 2023
Just before I drifted off last night, I sensed another presence. This time, there were two of them—a man and a woman—hovering in the shadowy corner of my room, their faces hidden in the dim light.
The man spoke first, asking for my help. They needed me to serve as their voice, to tell the story of how their lives ended and reveal who was at fault. They stitched their experiences together with every sentence, forming a story of their shared fate. Here’s what they said:
I traveled to Austin with my girlfriend to visit a childhood friend. As soon as we got to his house, we decided to hit the town and check out the nightlife on Sixth Street. The bars, the energy, the music—it was everything you’d expect. We hopped from place to place, enjoying drinks, laughing, and soaking it all in.
By the time we got back to my friend’s house, we weren’t ready to call it a night. We ended up in his kitchen, cracking open more beers, and my friend passed around a little weed. We were buzzed and happy—at least until my friend started talking about a ‘presence’ haunting his house.
“She comes with rattling chains,” he said.
My girlfriend and I exchanged looks, barely able to hold back our laughter. “Rattling chains? Seriously?” she chuckled. “That’s straight out of a bad horror movie.”
“Exactly,” I added, grinning. “Ghosts are just a product of imagination.”
But my friend wasn’t laughing. He got serious, which only made us laugh harder.
“I might have exaggerated,” he said, his tone growing somber, “but she visits me in my dreams. She asks for help. She asks me to find people who believe in her.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, believe?”
He hesitated, then described the dreams—a disfigured little girl trying to communicate with him. At first, he couldn’t understand her, but over time, her words became clearer.
“I’m out,” my girlfriend said, standing up. “This is too much.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you scared?”
“No,” she replied, her voice shaking. “I don’t believe in ghosts, but this story gives me goosebumps.”
He leaned in closer. “Believe it or not, Candle Face rewards those who listen to her.”
“Candle Face?” My girlfriend and I burst out laughing.
“She hears you,” he snapped. “She’s everywhere. Always listening.”
I couldn’t resist another joke. “Does she have a list? Checks it twice?”
Our laughter filled the room, but my friend didn’t say another word. He just stood up, walked out the door, and disappeared into the night.
“Where’s he going?” my girlfriend asked, her nervousness breaking through.
“I don’t know,” I said, trying to brush it off. “He gets carried away sometimes. He’ll be back.”
Fifteen minutes later, he returned—but he wasn’t alone. Three men followed him inside.
The moment they walked in, a wave of dread hit me. One of them carried a machete, another held a large tarp. My instincts screamed at me to run, and I bolted for the back door. But the rug slipped under my feet, and before I could recover, they were on me.
“He left you behind,” one of them sneered.
The man with the tarp spread it out on the kitchen floor. “Get on the tarp,” he said, almost casually. “Makes cleanup easier.”
“Do something!” my girlfriend screamed.
I tried to stand my ground. “I’m not getting on that tarp,” I said, my voice trembling.
But my friend stepped forward, holding a cattle prod. He didn’t hesitate—he jabbed me with it, and my body seized up. I hit the ground hard. They dragged me onto the tarp.
The man with the machete didn’t waste any time. He swung it, severing my hands one by one. Another man shoved a gag into my mouth, muffling my screams as they carved me apart. The pain was unbearable, like nothing I’d ever imagined. They didn’t stop until only my torso was left intact. I was alive, but barely.
My girlfriend stood frozen, forced to watch as they tortured me. Then they turned to her, putting her through the same agony. They didn’t kill her, though. Not yet. Instead, they wrapped us both in the tarp, loaded us into the trunk of my own car, and drove off.
I remember the ride—every bump, every turn. Our blood pooled beneath us, soaking the tarp. We must have driven for an hour before the car finally stopped.
They dragged us out and dumped us into a dark gravel pit. My body was broken, my breath shallow. My girlfriend lay beside me, barely alive.
Some of my blood had spilled onto the floor of the house, but it was left unnoticed, hidden from the detectives who interviewed my friend soon after the murders. It was as if the evil surrounding that house had swallowed even the evidence.
The last thing I heard was my friend’s voice, cold and detached: “All you had to do was believe.”
Now, we’re trapped in a nightmare. This place—it’s not like anything you could imagine. Shadows move on their own, whispering things you don’t want to hear. The air is filled with the cries of souls like us—tortured, broken, lost. There’s no escape, no peace.
After the pair vanished as abruptly as they’d arrived, I rushed downstairs to record their words. This was my third encounter; fear had given way to a clear sense of purpose by now. I understand why they’re coming to me—I’m here to share their stories and help free them from Candle Face.
Personal Note to My Readers
These two visitors left us with a frightening, unresolved story. I’m asking for your help in identifying these victims, locating where their bodies were left, and pinpointing those responsible.
Look closely at the details they shared: their final moments took place at a childhood friend’s house, which became the site of their death. We also know they traveled about an hour in the victim’s car—information that might point us to where the bodies were hidden. Are there any gravel pits within an hour of that suspect’s home?
Who are these victims, and where were they taken? We know the killer has already been questioned by detectives in his own home, but who is he? Your ideas or connections get us one step closer to resolving this. Let’s work on this case together—every bit of reasoning helps bring this story closer to its long-overdue conclusion.
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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