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Diary of the Displaced
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There is a place where nightmares come true.
It is a dark and terrifying place that is hidden from the world we know, by borders that only the most unfortunate of souls will ever cross.
James Halldon woke up in the dark, alone, without any food or water, and without a clue where he was.
And it only got stranger.
"Of all the places I had to end up, it had to be here."
The Journal of James Halldon is a Horror Fantasy novel, giving a detailed account of his struggle to survive, whilst trying to understand the strange, dark, terrifying world in which he is trapped.
If it's dark when you wake up, and you can hear growling, then close your eyes and maybe it will go away.
But maybe it won't.
Book Excerpt from Diary of the Displaced:
It has to begin somewhere...
I have no idea where I am, and I don’t know what day it is. I could guess at how much time has passed since I arrived here, but other than that, I’m lost.
It was January, I think. The 8th sounds about right to me, but I’m not sure.
I’m trying to write down everything that has happened so far, otherwise this isn’t going to make any sense to anyone but myself, if it even makes sense at all. Not that I’m expecting anyone else to read this, but you never know do you?
Do I fill in the previous days with notes, or put it all in today’s entry? I settled on the latter. Thought it would seem disjointed otherwise.
So here we go, I guess.
Two days ago
I remember coming round. It was dark, very dark. I could vaguely make out some shapes around me, but not much else. I was lying on something uncomfortable, or several things. It all seemed to shift and collapse under my weight. My head hurt, and I knew that there were bruises all over me. I could feel them. How I got them, I have no idea.
It took a while to get over the initial panic. I scrambled around blindly, trying to find something solid other than this mass of crap that was shifting underneath me. I clumsily cracked my knee on something hard and metal. It was large - maybe the size of a microwave or a television - but it was difficult to tell what it was in the dark. I nearly screamed as the agony seemed to shoot round my whole body, which was already aching from the mysterious bruises that I’d somehow gained. In the end, I lay there for a long time, trying desperately to stay as still as possible, rolled up in a ball and gritting my teeth, waiting for the pain to abate.
I felt my pockets, but my cigarette lighter was nowhere to be found. The only damn source of light available to me, and it had gone. I did find cigarettes, wallet, car keys, a pen, and a packet of mints, but no lighter and no mobile phone. I tried to search the ground around me, stumbling over whatever all the stuff was, but that turned up nothing. I’m certain I had a lighter and a phone.
My hands were cold and numb. The place didn’t feel that cold. There was air coming from somewhere, a breeze with a chill to it that smelt musty, mouldy, rank and somehow old.
Negotiating my way through the debris was slow going, but after an hour or so of scrambling around, I came across a solid barrier. It was a wall of some sort - at least that is what it felt like - but it was hard to tell in nearly complete darkness. I must have crawled about a hundred yards in that time and I had lost all sense of direction.
I sat holding my head as a wave of dizziness passed. Exhaustion weighted heavily on me, but it was a relief to find something solid as a reference. Hopefully my eyes would adjust soon, and I would be able to figure out where I was.
In the end, sleep overcame me. I don’t remember it happening. I guess my body had just switched off.
Total shut down.
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