Dear journal,
I'm writing this by what strength I've managed to pull out in the middle of the night, I'm guessing it's a little past midnight now.
I've just woken up.
My clothes are speckled with.. with dried substance that I suspect is blood. Blood from ghouls and ghosts, undead? or whatever it was... something supernatural in the very least.
Everything hurts... I can barely see and not just cuz it's dark right now...- my vision is.. not right.
...
I'm guessing the danger is over...??
Just- I can barely think straight and I feel like I'm missing something. Like I blacked out before I passed out from pain and my.. my eye.
I remember now... I lost my eye.
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