Maisie's POV
I squinted as I tried opening my eyes, my hand blindly reaching out to the side for a lamp switch. My eyes fluttered open and I stared at the ceiling with wide eyes and furrowed brows, trying to figure out where exactly I was.
A few minutes passed and everything became more clear as time ticked by.
This... wasn't home! I looked down at my bare feet which were currently resting on the soft carpet, not my bedspread. There was nothing under them but a thin layer of dust, I couldn't even see any signs of anyone living here anymore. Not surprising considering I didn't live here either.
I sat up, realizing that my head was pounding like crazy, what the hell happened to me? Why was I on the floor? How'd I got here in the first place? Where did this house come from anyway?