Floating Candles Dark Tales

Franzén. In the mist-shrouded woods, where moonlight barely pierced the dense canopy, stood a mansion steeped in spectral lore. Each night, as darkness claimed its ancient halls, candles flickered to life, their flames swaying without a breeze to stir them. No mortal hand dared to light them, yet they cast eerie shadows that whispered of forgotten secrets and restless souls, wandering the corridors in search of solace from their eternal unrest.