“The Last Candle”
On the outskirts of town stood an old farmhouse that no one had entered for years.
Every Halloween night, a single candle would burn in the window — and go out just before dawn.
No one knew who lit it.
This year, three friends — Eda, Serkan, and Bora — decided to test the legend for themselves.
They brought only a flashlight and their phones. When they reached the house, the door creaked open on its own. The air inside reeked of damp wood and decay.
On the table sat a candle and a rusty lighter.
Serkan laughed. “Guess we’ll be the ones to light it this year.”
The moment he lit the candle, footsteps echoed throughout the house.
The flashlight flickered. Bora whispered,
— “Did you hear that...?”
Suddenly, something moved in the dusty old mirror on the wall.
The candle flame stretched higher, twisting — and a face appeared within it.
Its eyes glowed. Its mouth opened — not to scream, but to blow the candle out.
Darkness swallowed everything.
The next morning, townsfolk checked the house.
They found only one thing:
A new candle on the table…
And three names carved beneath it:
Eda, Serkan, Bora.