Don't be afraid, darling ✔[COMPLETED]

Chapter 5: The Mantzari mansion

"Have you heard of the old Mantzari mansion yet?", asked Curly.
I looked at her in surprise, "The old what?"
We were in my house, watching a movie. My mom was astounded when she saw my choice of friend. Usually when I chose friends, they were either super loud or super rude. *proud of myself*
Curly was neither and of course, mom was delighted.
"The old what?", I asked.
She shivered, "Its haunted."
What??
She must've read my incredulous expression as she elaborated, "The mansion belonged to the mayor of Oakwood around 70 years back. Nathaniel Mantzari. His entire family had been wiped out in a fire that broke out in the house."
I was puzzled, "Which house are you talking about? And how is it still intact if it caught fire?"
She gave me mysterious smile, "Thats the thing. No one knows. Its not exactly in the town. Its more like, in the forest. Deep in the forest. Since no one wanted the burned out mansion after the accident and it was left alone and forgotten all these years."
"Sad. Must be a shame to leave a cool, vintage mansion to be swallowed by the damned forest."
"The people of Oakwood don't think its cool, though. They, I mean, some older residents believe that its haunted by the Mantzari family." She looked so serious while saying this, I almost felt like all the warmth of the room had vanished and been replaced by a cold, threatening feeling. I shook it off.
"Why do they think its haunted?"
"Becau-no idea. My grandpa used to tell me this. I don't really think its true. I mean, I've lived here ever since I was born and there has never been any disturbance regarding this. This movie is awesome by the way." She grabbed a handful of popcorn and stared at the TV screen like it was the most interesting thing she had ever seen.
Awesome? Who did she think she was kidding? She had told me that action flicks made her scream.
And she had screamed her way through the first half of the film, before mentioning the Mantzari mansion.
Now she was heroically trying her best not to yell, emitting squeals occasionally.
You're holding in your screams in vain, Curly. I know you're not telling me everything....

Unknown POV:
Oh my darling little spitfire, you have no idea what I'm willing to do for you.
I want her badly. She is the one who brings out both, my tame side, as well as my wild side.
She will join me. I have been alone too long. I'm desperate for her to find out who I am. And when she does, her look of horror and her speechlessness shall be worth doing what I'm about to do.
She is not a mistake. Not this one. I can feel it. She is perfect. I can only think of running my fingers through her long, luxuriant golden brown locks and caressing her delicate skin.
Its a good thing she doesn't know anything yet. Else she would go around investigating and my lovely surprise would be ruined.
I can't wait for the people of Oakwood to witness my little presents.
I haven't unleashed my dark side in so long, most of them have forgotten the horrors of the forest.
They haven't forgotten completely. They still forbid their children from entering the dark, scary forest.

As if it'll make any difference....

I walked out into the sunlight from my house and squinted.
Being in the dark too long still makes me squirm. Not for long. Not any more.
In a few moments, I was in front of Greg Sommers, the football team captain's house. He was of no special interest to me. I only chose him because I needed to start off with a blast.
And what better way to start big than to choose a big victim?....
He was lying sprawled on his bed with his headphones on.
I smiled. So clueless outside the football field, aren't you, Greg?

I quietly strolled to him and touched him gently on the forehead with my forefinger.
Immediately, we were transported to my domain. My home.
The burly 17 year old boy scrambled about in the dark, confused. Wondering where he was. I chuckled.
"Welcome, Greg. Get used to this place. For you're not going home. Ever."
Its been so long since I've done this. It does feel good.

Greg Sommers, 17 years old

Author's note:
Hey everyone! This is my first ever story. I'm super nervous about how you guys are gonna react to it. If you like it, please do vote, share and comment. (No pressure though. Right to freedom and all) ☺☺☺