Night Time Story: The Candle That Wouldn’t Go Out

The candle arrived in a small wooden box, wrapped in faded paper.

Margaret found it in her grandmother’s attic, tucked away with old letters and forgotten trinkets. It was strange—black wax, a wick untouched by fire.

Curious, she lit it.

The flame flickered, twisting unnaturally, as if whispering.

Hours later, when she tried to blow it out, it wouldn’t budge.

She waved her hand. Still burning.

She poured water over it. The flame hissed but didn’t die.

That night, the shadows in her room stretched too far. They bent toward the candle, watching.

The whispers started at midnight.

Margaret didn’t sleep.

By dawn, the flame had finally gone out.

But the whispering never did.

By Lenora Graves