#HorrorandSupernatural #BooksforTeensYoungAdults Humphrey saw the folded sheet of paper and the envelope next to it. He reached for the table—his strength was leaving him and his body wouldn't obey. 'I have seconds,' he thought. Fingers from which the warmth was fading, but in which the memory of touch still lived, hugged the pen. He looked at the portrait one last time and, realizing that he wouldn't have time to explain anything, wrote letter by letter: CANDLES. And the let