March 27, 2024
My house—a sanctuary on the outskirts of Houston—has long been a gathering point for souls in search of peace. I’ve always tried to offer them a quiet corner of my home and a listening ear, but until now, it’s felt like a one-sided interaction. Tonight changed everything.
The night was thick with the scent of freshly baked brownies, a reassuring warmth that seemed to spill over into the spirit world. In that gentle glow, the side door eased open. Enter Victim # 22: a middle-aged man whose gaze fell immediately upon the brownies set out on the kitchen counter. Our exchange began simply, “Would you like some?” he responded in a calm, measured tone: “I appreciate the offer, but partaking in the pleasures of the living isn’t something I can do without consequences.”
Those words might seem small, but in that brief dialogue, I felt an electric shift. This was the first time a lost soul addressed me so directly. I was actually having a conversation! I’ve wished for this moment, yet never truly thought it would arrive. Now that it’s here, I feel a surge of hope: if this visitor could speak so openly, maybe others will follow suit. Maybe I can truly help—by listening to their stories, figuring out where their remains lie, identifying their killers, and ultimately bringing them (and their loved ones) some form of peace.
I recently posed a question to several paranormal Facebook groups, wondering if direct interviews with spirits were possible. The answers were mostly skeptical. People suggested tools like Ouija boards or spirit boxes—methods I don’t find helpful in my situation. As it turns out, the real key might just be talking, like you would with anyone else stepping into your home. After all, if they seek connection, why not meet them halfway?
Of course, it’s not all excitement. Communicating with these spirits feels like crossing into dangerous territory. They’ve spoken of boundaries and consequences. I’ll need to tread carefully, respecting both their world and mine. But at least now, I’m not grasping in the dark. This is a turning point—no longer am I solely a passive receiver, waking up to cryptic messages. Instead, I can respond, I can converse, and hopefully, I can offer genuine assistance.
My role—some strange blend of confidant, investigator, and host—has never been clearer. I’ve been given the chance to help these souls find answers, and in doing so, perhaps find a deeper sense of purpose myself. If talking is the key that unlocks their stories, then I’m prepared to listen all night long.
I know the journey ahead is far from over. Candle Face is out there, and this newfound communication could put me at greater risk. But the scent of brownies still hangs in the air, and with it comes an odd comfort that maybe, just maybe, I’m finally on the right track.
As long as these spirits come knocking, I’ll keep opening the door. After all, the only way to learn about Candle Face and bring peace to these restless souls is to stand firm, speak softly, and keep listening.
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