Personal Narrative: The Single Candlewl

12:00 the time on her alarm clock reads as she sits up upon the bed awaiting something. Her face gave off this excited but anxious look that I have seen before in most girls her age. For the many years I have walked this earth and have tormented women like her. The native ones who would do anything to please the people she cares about. The sight was all too familiar with the scent of dirt and salt that fills the lungs to the single candle like that ignites the room. All was familiar except the victim who would range from 70 year old elders wanting to end their life on a myth to seasoned ghost hunters hoping to make money from off of my name. The girl in front of me was no different. She was just another human being staying at this hotel in order to see if …show more content…
They would say that they were afraid of getting arrested by the authorities for trespassing but I knew they were truly afraid of midnight man himself. So upon a dare my friend had tasked me with sneaking into the hotel itself and staying the night just to see if the myth was real. I set out the ritual ingredients needed to contact the midnight man a teaspoon of salt, the dirt from the earth, a single candle light, a knife, and the carcass of a dead animal. I set out the animal carcass in my case a squirrel my dog killed on a wooden board. I sprinkled it with salt before coating it with the dirt. I lit the candle and then proceeded to slightly slit the palms of my hands allowing the blood from my hands to go into the carcass. Once I finished the ritual waited hoping that myth was slightly true but terrified about the result. I waited and waited treating my wound as the night drew on but to no luck. Eventually I began to pack up disappointed with the results with my wound hurting more and more as pack. The pain becoming more and more unbearable as pack until it disappeared