Julia POV

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the dark ceiling and the broken, dusty chandelier that hung on it. It was covered with spider webs as if it hadn't been used for ages. Fear gripped me as I sat up slowly; my movements caused the bed to make a creaking sound. My eyes searched the dimly lit room I was in. It looked gloomy and uninviting. The furniture looks old and dusty, and it is as if it would collapse anytime soon. Mold ate away at the damp freckled walls and floor, and I could hear insects crawling around.

Where am I?

"Ouch!" pain...