Fifteen people. That's how many had simply vanished in the past 10 years. And all of them had gone into the abandoned mansion on the top of the hill.
After the first six disappearances, a pair of police officers had been sent to the mansion. One male, one female. Their car was found parked outside 3 hours later, but no trace of them.
Two more officers were sent in. They disappeared. After that, the police stopped sending officers to check it out.
Three punks had tried to light the mansion on fire on Samhain two years back. They vanished, and the mansion was untouched. One of them had concerned parents, who went to the mansion and were never seen again.
Since then, not a soul would approach the place.
My parents had both died years ago. I was an only child and had no other family in the country. At age 24, I had an unimportant part time job and no romantic entanglements, hardly even any friends. So I figured I was the perfect person to find out, once and for all, just what was going on in the mansion.
I dressed in my all-black stealth outfit with the body cam that was continuously sending its recordings to the cloud, and simultaneously to my personal web site. I made sure the cam was in working order, picked up a stout cudgel to use for self defense if necessary, and marched my way to the mansion.
I looked around the perimeter of the property. No sign of danger. I carefully circled all the way around, checking behind every tree and bush. Nothing.
I took a deep breath, marched up to the front door, and carefully pulled it open. I peeked cautiously into the hallway. Not a soul to be found. I eased the door closed behind me and started moving slowly along one of the walls. The hallway turned right and entered into a large living room. And I do mean large. My entire studio apartment was smaller.
An enormous bed, that could easily fit 20 people on it, was in the center of the room. I carefully edged forward.
"Hello."
The voice was soft and feminine. I turned my head. Standing near a corner was a tall, curvy redhead with a very pretty face. She was wearing something silky and filmy.
"Hello yourself. I'm Benny."
"I have no name. But you may call me Fiona. And you can discard your weapon."
"15 people have disappeared in here, Fiona! Of course I need my weapon!"
"I will protect you. Set down your bludgeoning stick."
I thought about it briefly. The cops, at least, were fully armed. That hadn't stopped four of them from vanishing like smoke in a windstorm. Perhaps weapons were of no use here.
I set my weapon down, hoping Fiona would be able to protect me if it came to that. She smiled.
I walked closer to her. "So, what do you know about the fifteen people who vanished?"
"I will tell you all, Benny," she promised. "Later. But for the moment, I am lonely. Let us spend some time in the bed."
Fiona slipped out of her filmy silks. Her naked body was gorgeous. Firm but plump breasts, thick curves without being overweight, long muscular legs, grabbable ass. I removed my own clothes and climbed onto the bed as she climbed on from the other side. We met in the middle.
"I will admit that spending time naked with a beautiful woman isn't exactly something to whine about."
Fiona giggled. "You're not exactly ugly yourself." Then her lips met mine. The kiss was very soft and very sweet. And it felt like my body was tethered to hers. Not that I would have tried to get away from her in any case.
I initiated the second kiss. When our lips parted this time, Fiona murmured, "I didn't expect it to work this fast."
"What's that?"
"Most people make me initiate a second kiss."
"You looked like you were waiting for one. Plus, you said you've been lonely. I'm not about to deny a gorgeous naked woman badly in need of sex."
With that, I moved my lips to her neck and she shivered and moaned. And I seemed even more firmly attached to her.