I’ve always been teased for this story by family but I am a firm ghost believer, and have experienced these kinda things more than once. I was in my room playing a game on my old tablet in the dark with my favourite candle going, nothing too unusual. I noticed in the corner of my eye that my candle was flickering, I looked around to see if there was a draft but there was none, I even closed my door to see if that would fix it but it didn’t.
I sat back down on my bed and, being the skeptic I was, started asking questions. It started off with some simple “Is there someone here with me?” and “Are you trapped?” questions, all the questions were answered with either a still flame or a flicker.
I had this old doll on my desk which I absolutely hated with all my being cause it creeped me out, so out of curiosity I asked if it was stuck onto the doll. It apparently was. I asked it one last question before deciding to call it a day.
“Are you here to harm us?” It started violently flickering. I blew out the candle and went to bed, I decided to call the spirit Emily since that was the first one that came to mind.
I got news that my aunt and uncle were having a baby, that babies name is Emily. It creeped me the hell out.
Then… next year our house burnt down. It didn’t even come to mind that it may be the little ghost girl I had gotten attached to could’ve aided in starting the fire. We assumed it was a heater that fell but we never got confirmation. The next time I get a candle, I think I’m gonna close the session better than what I did before.
Submitted by Huxley