November 12, 2023
My nightmares continue. At this pivotal moment in my journey, I stand at a crossroads. The voices are growing more coherent, and their stories more compelling. It’s a scary thought, but I fear I can no longer ignore their pleas. I must venture deeper into this nightmarish world to uncover the truth behind these voices and their connection to Candle Face.
My dreams have evolved, and my ability to remember them has sharpened. I’m no longer a passive observer but a reluctant participant in this surreal story. As I navigate the space between waking and dreaming, I hope that, in time, I'll unlock the secrets of these voices and find the light amidst the relentless darkness that seeks to demand my attention.
And then, last night, it happened—a dream so vivid and real that I rushed to write it down the moment I awoke. In this dream, a spirit reached out to me, her unnerving presence filling the space around my bed. She differed from the other voices—a distinct spirit with a story to tell.
As I listened, transfixed by her words, she revealed herself as one of Candle Face’s victims. Her name was never revealed, but she yearned to share her tragic story to ensure that her story wasn’t forgotten in the annals of time. Once mixed with all the others, her voice resonated with haunting clarity. Here’s what she told me:
I hate life. I hate people. And most of all, I hate myself. Everyone and everything has been against me from the very beginning. Parents, siblings, friends, schools, the government, and everyone and everything else is against me. I want out of the world, this life of mine. I could end it myself, of course. I had tried many times, but somehow, I survived. I know ending my own life would mean heaven wouldn’t take me, and I think hell wouldn’t want me either.
A few years before Candle Face kidnapped me, I had hoped that I wouldn’t wake from surgery, but I did. I cried when I woke. I even ripped open the stitches above my own heart, hoping my heart would fall out. I wished for death many times, but my body kept betraying me. My own body wants me to continue to be tormented by life. Why? Why must I constantly be tormented?
Candle Face explained it to me when she took me to her lair. She said my punishment for losing my faith in her would be eternal life with pain that would compound over time with each of her kills. I’m not dead, I know. She keeps me alive just to torture me.
Will you help me? Ray, please help me die.
Her revelation shook me to my core. It was as though a missing puzzle piece had fallen into place, connecting the dots between my dreams and Candle Face's stories. The spirit’s plea, filled with desperation and purpose, left a permanent mark on my psyche.
Previously, I mentioned that I didn’t want any part of this, even though I had no choice. If I can help these lost souls find peace, then maybe—just maybe—I’ll be more willing to participate openly. In time, I hope to unlock the secrets of these voices and find the light amidst the relentless darkness.
Personal Note to My Readers
It’s crucial to understand that the sequence of victims listed in the Candle Face Chronicles: The Lost Souls may not necessarily reflect the actual chronological order in which Candle Face killed them. Instead, the order presented is based on when these victims shared their experiences with me.
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