You’ll never understand. You don’t even know it’s happening. You see for me time has stopped. It stopped at exactly 1.32pm and 47 seconds on 11th May 2009. I don’t know why. Everything just stopped. All movement. All sound. Everything. It’s been like this for months, or that’s what it feels like. At least to me, but it must be going on for you. Or maybe it’s not, because nobody has moved at all. Not even a little bit. The clouds are exactly where they were. The sun is still shining. There’s even a bird in mid-flight up above. Everything has just stopped. People in cars in the middle of the road or turning corners. There’s some really odd expressions on their faces, but they are not moving.

I haven’t been at all hungry or thirsty and don’t think I ever will again and that’s a shame because I like eating and drinking. I don’t need to do any of the things I had to before. I don’t shave or brush my teeth or even go to the toilet. I can’t even get washed because water just hangs in the air and when I tried to put my hands in it, it just bent and then went back into shape when I took my hands away. It’s very difficult to move anything. I was working in the office when time stopped and it was really difficult to get out of the office door. It felt as if there was a weight tied to it stopping me from opening it and when I finally got it open it closed straight away, as if it couldn’t be anywhere except where it was when time stopped.

At first I thought this would be great. I could do all sorts. I’d be able to spy on people in their homes; after all they’d never know I’d been there. I could do anything and go anywhere and it would take me no time at all. I was wrong. I couldn’t drive, ride a bike, fly or use a ship. I was stuck here or within walking distance. I went into people’s houses and saw some funny things. I even saw people naked who were in impossible positions, but after a while it becomes boring.

Now I don’t know what to do. Everything is always the same. Exactly. No difference. I think I’m going mad and I can’t even tell you. I’m alone all the time. There’s nobody to talk to or to answer my questions and God knows I have plenty. It’s not like I get any rest from it because I don’t even sleep. I’m awake all the time, listening to only me. My thoughts. There’s no other sound. I can’t even lie down and die because I’m not ageing at all.

Or maybe I am dead. Maybe this is what happens when you die. But if that is the case, where is everybody else who has died.

Or maybe this is Hell.

Oh God, what if I have to spend eternity like this. All alone. Never able to speak to anyone again.

I don’t think I’ve ever done anything bad enough to go to hell for. I mean, I’ve done one or two bad things, but I must have balanced them out with the good things I’ve done.

I’ve been here for years now and no time has passed. 1.32pm and 47 seconds. Monday 11th May 2009.

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