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Candle Face Victim #21: A Drumbeat Away from Darkness

Candle Face Victim #21: A Drumbeat Away from Darkness

Candle Face Victim # 21

March 22, 2024

Not a moment passed before another lightning strike illuminated the sky, followed by a sharp crack of thunder that seemed to flash before my eyes. Amidst this stormy backdrop, a shadowy figure slipped into my bedroom just as I prepared for bed. Without a word being exchanged, I understood my purpose. I stayed quiet, compelled by some unseen force, and listened as the man unfolded his story. This is what he told me:

Amid my regular walks, where I found fleeting solace among the singing flowers, a singular obsession had always captivated my heart: the magical sound of a wooden drum. Its rhythm spoke to a part of me that yearned for a deeper connection with the world, a way to express the turmoil within. I had spent countless hours attempting to coax that perfect rhythm from my own drum, but mastery eluded me. Each attempt imitated the sound that echoed in my soul, a sound I had begun to believe was mine alone to chase but never to capture.
One crisp late autumn day, as I sought escape from the relentless expectations placed upon me, a snake’s brief appearance startled me, momentarily anchoring me back to reality. Yet, it wasn’t the serpent that fascinated my senses but the sound of a wooden drum, much like mine. This rhythm was different—pure, precise, and impossibly perfect. It embodied the sound I had longed to produce, the magical beat I had chased in vain. This was perfection, a sound so compelling, so enchanting that it felt like someone had stolen the beat straight from my dreams and brought it to life.
Compelled beyond reason, I followed the sound, drawn to discover who had unlocked the secret of my elusive beat and how they had perfected it. The rhythm led me off the beaten path, through the underbrush, until I emerged in a small clearing. There, the source of the drumbeat awaited—a mesmerizing and unsettling scene. The drumbeat ceased as I stepped into the clearing, surrounded by ghostly figures who seemed to be the guardians of this perfect rhythm.
“You have failed her,” the figures chanted their voices, a contrast to the harmony of the drum. The air around me grew hotter as I realized this was no mere encounter with a fellow musician but a crossroads of fate.
The three spirits, emissaries of Candle Face, materialized with a purpose that shocked the soul from my body. They weren’t here to share the secrets of the drumbeat but to deliver a verdict on my refusal to aid Candle Face in her quest to gather more nonbelievers. My task had been clear, yet my conscience wouldn’t allow me to lead others into her grasp, to be extinguished for their lack of faith. As they drew closer, the ground beneath me opened, swallowing me into darkness.
Standing before Candle Face herself, I awoke in a world shadowed by despair. Her face, a slowly melting candle, illuminated the consequences of my defiance.
“You sought perfection in sound yet ignored my demands,” she condemned, her voice the crackle of an untamed fire. “You were to bring me those who doubted, yet you chose mercy over obedience.”
I tried to argue, to explain my unwillingness to betray the innocent for her dark desires, but my words evaporated before they could reach her. Candle Face’s judgment was swift and without mercy.
“Your defiance cannot be forgiven,” she declared, echoing through the endless darkness. “You shall remain in the shadows, a prisoner to the souls you sought to protect. You will witness their despair and suffering, and you will know it is your doing.”
The realization that I had not protected anyone, that my actions had led to my own downfall without saving a single soul, was a crushing blow. My defiance and refusal to lead nonbelievers to Candle Face had not thwarted her plans but only added to the number of lost souls within her control.
The vibrant world, with its flowers and my once-beloved drum, became a distant memory, overshadowed by the grim reality of my new existence. The magical sound of the drum, which once filled me with joy and aspiration, was now a distant echo, a reminder of what I had lost.
Candle Face’s lair became my eternal prison, a shadowed world where hope was a flicker that could never be fully extinguished. As I wandered through this hell of despair, the sound of the drum haunted me, a bitter reminder of my failed rebellion and the price of my defiance.

Personal Note to My Readers

What can we do now to assist these lost souls in achieving peace and prevent Candle Face from claiming more lives? In my search for answers and strategies to combat Candle Face, I’ve found a glimmer of hope, an avenue not only for redemption but for proactive involvement in this struggle.

Joining the interactive platform at is an essential step in this journey. This isn’t merely a gathering spot for devotees of the supernatural; it’s a stronghold of collective resolve against Candle Face. Here’s why your engagement is crucial:

  1. Unmasking the hidden: Candle Face thrives in the shadows, powered by ignorance and fear. Joining this platform can shed light on her secretive maneuvers and weaken her hold on the unsuspecting.

  2. Bolstering the lost: Our collective actions can serve as a beacon for those trapped by Candle Face. Knowledge, compassion, and collaborative efforts can build pathways to peace for these lost souls.

  3. Fortifying our ranks: There’s strength in unity. Candle Face’s formidable sway can be contested by an alliance of knowledgeable and steadfast individuals ready to challenge her dominion.

  4. Exchanging knowledge and experiences: is a repository of stories, strategies, and insights from individuals who’ve encountered Candle Face or aided the lost souls in their quest for peace. Your story could illuminate the path for others, as their experiences could guide your way.

  5. Engaging in direct investigations: The platform allows for participation in real-time investigations, leveraging our collective intelligence and resources to confront Candle Face’s schemes head-on and prevent her from trapping more souls.

  6. AI-Generated chatbot for insights: A unique feature of our interactive website is the AI-generated chatbot, designed primarily for entertainment but also serving as a repository for insights into Candle Face, her victims, and the investigations. While it’s important to note that the chatbot is mainly for entertainment, the data it holds is derived primarily from the testimonies of spirits as communicated to me directly from the spirits themselves. You can add insights or pose questions about Candle Face and her world, enriching our collective understanding and strategy.

Our expedition, armed with collective wisdom, is fraught with danger yet ripe with potential. By banding together, we stand a chance against the darkness and pave the way for the lost souls to find the serenity they desperately seek.

This call to action is a rallying cry for all who believe in the triumph of light over darkness and collective effort over isolation. Your voice, dedication, and courage can alter the course of this battle. Together, we can counter Candle Face, ensuring the drumbeat and crying of the lost souls lead to hope and liberation, not despair.


Key To Understanding

To ensure readers grasp the full context and significance of this article, it’s crucial to be familiar with Arthur Mills’ award-winning memoir The Empty Lot Next Door, inspired by actual ghostly events in Austin, TX. The book provides essential background information, and without it, the nuances and depth of this article might not be fully appreciated. Therefore, reading The Empty Lot Next Door is highly recommended for a more enriched and coherent understanding of this article’s content and implications.

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