Candle Face Chronicles' Journal » The Scrolls of Souls

In the Candle Face Chronicles' Journal, I record the research, the updates, the personal experiences, and the encounters that push Candle Face Chronicles forward. This isn’t just a log of what’s happening. It’s also a warning, a confession, and a map for those brave enough to follow.

For more information, please visit the following pages: The Lost Souls, The Fugitives, and Isabel: The Forgotten Daughter of La Llorona.

A sad clown dressed as a paranormal investigator stands in a smoky, ghost-filled room, holding a glowing EMF detector. His gear is overloaded with ghost-hunting tools. The image reflects the absurdity and frustration of seeking help from paranormal groups

Paranormal Groups Ignore Candle Face Just to Sell Merch

After reaching out to more than 60 paranormal investigators, only one responded. Despite claiming to help the dead, most in the paranormal community offered silence or sales pitches. This entry...

The Fugitives and The Remembered: What Sets Them Apart

Subjects of Interest: Candle Face Chronicles The Fugitives The Scrolls of Souls Apr 14, 2025 They came from two places. One group I was expecting. The other caught me off... Read More
Split attic with glowing bottles and a scroll on one side, and dusty scrolls in worn boxes on the other, symbolizing the Fugitives and the Remembered.
From Bottles to Scrolls: Preserving the Fugitives’ Voices

From Bottles to Scrolls: Preserving the Fugitives’ Voices

After retrieving the scrolls from Mr. Smoe’s attic, I discovered a method to protect the fugitives more effectively. The bottles were only a temporary solution. Using the scrolls’ parchment and...

The Scrolls of Souls: The Forgotten Voices of Mr. Smoe

During a visit to Mr. Smoe’s attic, I discovered thirteen boxes filled with scrolls wrapped in yarn. Each one holding the voice of a forgotten spirit. These scrolls aren't just...
A sealed scroll rests atop worn books beside a flickering candle—one of Mr. Smoe’s original Scrolls of Souls, left behind in silence and secrecy, each one preserving the forgotten voice of a soul he never set free.