Some books document their narrator's destruction. This one counts it down.
When Miles 'Mori' Morhart vanished from a Los Angeles hotel room, he left behind only a journal. What begins as sardonic documentation of Mori's own drunken unraveling becomes a dark paranormal occult descent. A disembodied voice makes claims about reality that Mori can't verify or ignore. Synchronicities hide in Los Angeles itself — in billboards, in film, in the city's strange geography.
As supernatural intrusion escalates, Mori finds himself surrounded by a small circle of people who bring their own losses, their own missing people, their own reasons for needing answers. Their presence turns what might have been one man's delusional spiral into a shared reckoning none of them can walk away from. Least of all Mori, who had given up before he even met them.
For those drawn to emotional truth over clear answers, this first installment in The Lost Ones occult suspense series is literary fiction horror — gripping, stirring, and relentless.