Journal » The Lost Souls

Candle Face Chronicles is more than a journal—it’s an interactive investigation. By enlisting the paranormal community and readers, it seeks to free trapped souls, protect those that escaped, and investigate Isabel/Candle Face. Every entry is a call to action, inviting participants to piece together testimonies, analyze evidence, and challenge the growing power of Candle Face.

From the journal entry 'Candle Face Victim #5: Skeptics in the After,' this image depicts an abandoned tent in the woods—silent, empty, and waiting. It represents the moment a skeptic comes face to face with Candle Face and the reality she once dismissed,

Candle Face Victim #5: Skeptics in the Afterlife

Last night, a new spirit—a young woman—shared her tragic encounter with Candle Face. Her story began with a casual dismissal of the legend during a walk back to a group...

An Interview with a Candle Face Believer

My interview with Mr. Smoe, who claims Candle Face helped him overcome his darkest moments, sheds new light on her complex nature. According to him, Candle Face rescued him from...
Thumbnail for 'An Interview with a Candle Face Believer'—a shadowy figure looms in a dimly lit hallway, surrounded by red mist. A deep dive into Mr. Smoe’s unsettling experiences with Candle Face.
The creek from my old neighborhood, a place where many—including myself—have seen Candle Face. A quiet stretch of water hiding a much darker history.

A Creek, a Shadow, and the Candle Face Mystery

My recent interview with Mr. Smoe, who claims Candle Face offers compassion, ended abruptly when I questioned the contradiction between her kindness and her cruelty toward non-believers. Seeking clarity, I...

Candle Face Victim #4: Limping through the Night of Austin

Last night, a new visitor—a homeless man with a noticeable limp—shared his story. Once a believer in Candle Face’s rumored benevolence, his faith withered over time, replaced by anger and...
A dimly lit alleyway at night, lined with old brick buildings and scattered debris—capturing the atmosphere in the journal entry 'Limping Through the Night of Austin.' – Candle Face Chronicles.
Email exchange between Arthur Mills and Mr. Smoe discussing Candle Face, with details of a potential meeting and references to past events in Austin.

A Conversation with Candle Face’s Confidante

I received an intriguing email from someone named “Mr. Smoe,” who claims that Candle Face, the ghostly figure known for haunting and killing skeptics, actually helps people find peace. This...

Candle Face Victim #3: Laughter to Terror - A Night Gone Bad

Last night, two spirits—a man and a woman—shared their story of betrayal, torture, and death at the hands of their own friend. Their story began with a casual night out...
A shadowed figure in a cap grips a machete, bathed in green light—an image from Candle Face Chronicles, featured in the journal entry 'Candle Face Victim #3: Laughter to Terror - A Night Gone Bad.'
A dimly lit swing set glowing in green mist—the scene where a young child is taken by Candle Face, as recounted in Candle Face Chronicles: 'Mama’s Last Embrace.'

Candle Face Victim #2: Mama’s Last Embrace - Taken Too Soon

Last night, a new spirit visited me—an African American girl around four or five years old. Through tears, she shared her heartbreaking story of being taken by Candle Face, describing...

Candle Face Victim #1: From Colorful Chaos to Eerie Clarity

My nightmares have intensified, and the voices are becoming clearer, their stories more coherent. Last night, a spirit claiming to be one of Candle Face’s victims appeared to me, pleading...
Swirling purple, pink, and blue tie-dye pattern symbolizing chaotic, overwhelming thoughts and haunting screams.
The Lost Souls—trapped between worlds, their cries frozen in time. A haunting piece from Candle Face Chronicles, presented by Branching Plot Books.

Nightmare Voices: My Ongoing Battle with Candle Face

Since my interview with Mr. John Doe, my nights have been filled with vivid, disturbing voices that grow louder and more urgent with each passing day. What started as swirling...