Every shift in text could be one step nearer to dismantling her story or granting her the strength to endure. It’s up to us.

What I found, I won’t share. Some knowledge should remain hidden. Some things should never be passed on to hands that might use them for...

When I opened the first box, I didn’t find maps or loose scraps of paper. I found scrolls. Hundreds of them. Each one was wrapped in yarn.

I plan to study these notepads more closely, hoping to trace their hidden paths and find some key to this ever-shifting story.

Caretakers are the stationmasters of this new underground railroad. The bottles are not just glass and wax; they are sanctuaries for...

Bringing this audiobook to life wasn’t just about making it accessible to more people. It was about capturing the tension, fear, and raw...

Candle Face Chronicles has always had two parts. Genesis was always meant to be the deeper investigation, the search for what Candle Face...

I wish more would come. I wish more could escape. But I doubt it. My mission now is to ensure these 31 fugitives reach safety.

Welcome to The Children of Isabel. We’re here to share the real story of Isabel, the third child of La Llorona.

Dust covered most surfaces, and the air smelled faintly of mildew and something sweet, like decaying flowers.

The group wanted to know what I planned to do next. I shared my intention to spread the bottles across the country...

Our three-minute conversation ended with an invitation to visit his brother’s house to go through some boxes he thought I might find...

The drive to Austin was uneventful, but driving in the middle of the night probably wasn’t a good idea. I kept looking over my shoulder...

The attic is quiet now. Too quiet. The Fugitives—thirty fragile souls who risked everything to escape Candle Face’s hell—are no longer...

It’s strange how everything aligns: the flickering lights in my kitchen that used to puzzle me now make perfect sense. Every surge of...

Two weeks have passed since the Master Shadow’s attack. In that time, I’ve grown more certain of the Master Shadow’s identity and purpose.

Many claim they’re “too busy,” while others outright refuse, admitting that Candle Face’s story is too terrifying for them to touch.

I’ve spent two days deciphering its meaning, but the answer eludes me. So tonight, I’m seeking your help.

“Hide!” she screamed, her voice breaking. Her ghostly outline shimmered, and for a moment, it felt like the entire room was about to...

This marks a huge step forward, and I couldn’t be more thrilled to have my story reach a new audience.

She paused, reaching up to touch the hole in her head. “And then the second shot came. It hit me here.”

I’m haunted by Jacob’s drumbeat, by the plea in his music. Is it a cry for help, a message he’s desperate for me to decipher?

I now know that the lost soul's name is Jacob. But who was he, really? The name alone doesn’t reveal much.

But that’s when I noticed it—my heartbeat wasn’t just racing. It was in perfect sync with the flickering lights in the kitchen...