Nameless

The old house was dark, very dark. "How did I get here?" I thought to myself. The large room I stood in had hardwood floors, a bed in front of me with a nightstand and lamp beside it, then a door to my back. Strange, I never turned around to look for a door.

"Hello." A woman's raspy voice sounded from the pitch-black room to my right that seemed to have just appeared out of thin air. She emerged from the opaque darkness, her shoulder-length, well brushed dark hair almost matching the shadows. She was taller than me, with a knee length sweater, jeans, and a once-white t-shirt. She seemed friendly, but like she was forcing it.

"H-hi." I reciprocated a fake smile. "Where am I?"