This young girl’s story centers around her mother and grandmother—the only people who made her feel safe. Candle Face ripped her away from them. Her final memories are filled with love, confusion, and a desperate cry for protection. She speaks often of her “Mama,” and her words suggest Candle Face's rage may be rooted in her own connection to family. A dedicated reader may have discovered the girl’s identity, proving that the interactive investigation works—and that real lives are still asking to be heard.

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Clues Point to Her Identity

A woman in her thirties appeared at the foot of my bed, a man’s tie knotted tightly around her neck. Her story began with a crumbling marriage and a secret relationship, but it ended with betrayal. Her boyfriend had become loyal to Candle Face. As shadows filled the room, he leaned in and whispered, "She requires devotion, and you don’t have it."

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He appeared in a sharp suit, his steps echoing on my floor like clockwork. He had built his life around profit, deadlines, and ambition, never making time for anything that didn’t serve his image. One night, a man tried to hand him a flyer on a street corner—a warning, maybe, or a plea. He laughed and threw it away. Hours later, alone in his luxury apartment, the lights flickered. Candle Face appeared. She asked him one question: "Do you still disbelieve, businessman?"

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Cayman appeared with a broken jaw and blood from her mouth. Her story is one of abuse, survival, and defiance. Her husband, obsessed with youth and control, killed her in a drunken rage. Candle Face claimed her early, punishing her in death for her disbelief. Her name came through broken teeth, but her message was clear: she was never supposed to die that night.

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Later, I used remote viewing techniques to witness her murder through the eyes of her killer.

Witnessed Through the Killer’s Eyes

A spirit came to me with memories of handwritten letters, a pen pal from San Francisco, and a growing obsession with Candle Face. Her testimony ended with a violent blow to the head and being left near a creek bed. The details she shared closely mirror a real cold case from Central Texas. Whether she's connected to that case or another person who died under similar circumstances remains uncertain, but her visit shows how the lost souls may be pointing us toward real-world answers.

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Clues Point to Her Identity

Dave was a metalhead with big dreams and a tight-knit group of friends. After meeting at a concert in 2000, they started planning a band. Their drummer wanted to embed subliminal messages into their music, using lyrics and reversed audio to serve Candle Face. Dave hesitated. That hesitation cost him his life. His body was never found, but his voice came through clearly: “Ray, my name is Dave, and I’m here to tell you my story.”

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Crystal worked the streets of North Austin. Tough, self-reliant, and unafraid to fight back, she thought she had control—until one regular client turned possessive and violent. She bit his cheek and escaped, only to be lured back weeks later. That was the last time anyone saw her alive. Now she speaks from Candle Face’s lair, trapped in a cycle of torment. There’s something different about her story, a presence behind her killer’s actions—one that feels far from finished.

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