The Journal

A glowing, ghostlike spirit swirls inside a corked glass bottle, surrounded by colorful sparks in the dusty attic of an old house.

Candle Face Chronicles: The Master Shadow’s Inspection

I couldn't wait for Aaron's proper boxes, so I sealed all thirty-one Fugitives into glass bottles, glitter and all, to hide their energy, and loaded...

Arthur Mills
Shadowy humanlike figures sit and lie among attic insulation as a tall silhouetted figure stands before a bright window at the far end.

A New Mission: Protecting Candle Face's Fugitives

I finally decided to box up the crystal ball, and as I lowered it in, it showed me something I'd missed for months: about thirty...

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Candle Face's Master Shadow: The Broomstick Killer

Two weeks after the Master Shadow left me that riddle, I've solved it. Freed to kill but bound again, a name yelled that brings silence,...

Arthur Mills
A human skull model with the top removed to reveal a detailed pink brain, shown in side profile against a plain white background.

Candle Face Victim #42: The Crown of Bone

A young woman came to me last night, scalped and bleeding but still cracking jokes about her "hairstyle." It was the anniversary of her death....

Arthur Mills
A sinister, pale humanoid with glowing eyes and occult markings grins behind a vintage microphone amid eerie radio-wave graphics.

Candle Face Victim #37: DJ of The Damned

This one came without a body, just a voice crackling like an old radio. In life he was a 90s Austin DJ hiding an ugly...

Arthur Mills
Helicopter viewed from below in dark silhouette, its rotor blades blurred in motion against a bright, cloudy blue-and-white sky.

Candle Face Victim #36: The Assassin’s Confession

Most of the spirits who come to me are victims. This one was a killer. An old man in a cowboy hat, one of Candle...

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The Shadows, dark figures emerging from flames, representing Candle Face’s tormentors.

Candle Face's Lair: The Price of Speaking

The breakthrough had a cost. Furious that a Lost Soul spoke to me directly, Candle Face pulled me back into her lair and made me...

Arthur Mills
Four gaunt, faceless human figures in shadow, dissolving into flame and smoke, painted against a fiery orange and black hellscape.

Candle Face's Lair: The Tour She Gave Me

Tonight Candle Face took me through the portal herself. Thousands of souls in torment, and a message: she chose me because I beat her once...

Arthur Mills