🕯️ The Candle in Room 313
Every Halloween, the Ravensgate Inn opens one room—just one.
Room 313.
Guests get a single candle and one rule:
Keep it lit until sunrise.
Marcus laughed at the warning. Ghost stories didn’t scare him.
But when the clock struck three, the flame began to whisper.
Not flicker—whisper.
It called his name in a voice that sounded like his own, only hollow.
Shadows crawled up the walls, forming shapes with too many hands, too many smiles.
When the candle finally went out, he tried to scream
but the darkness breathed in instead.
At dawn, the innkeeper found the candle standing tall again…
its flame burning blue, and inside it
something moved.
stake name: sweetalabama