Abandoned Farmhouse Novels & Stories

Rahl demanded as I approached. “None of your business," Henri retorted before I could answer, his voice icy and his demeanor frigid. “This cottage is ruined. Prepare the farmhouse where my parents lived when they got married. We will be staying there.” The farmhouse was a exquisite choice. It had outstanding furniture, four spacious rooms excluding the housekeeper's room, and there was a large garden in the backyard. My mom used to obsess over flowers, so my dad bought this farmhouse for her when they got married.

The two rogues flanked me, their menacing presence a constant reminder of my captivity. We left the dilapidated house, moving through overgrown fields and dense thickets. The air grew cooler, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant livestock. As we crested a small rise, a cluster of buildings came into view. A larger house, older and more neglected than the pack homes I knew, sat at the edge of what looked like a vast farm. Barns and sheds, some leaning precariously, dotted the landscape around it. “This is it,” the scarred rogue grunted, signaling our destination.

The convoy cut through the darkness, moving at a speed that blurred the world outside the windows. Noah sat in the lead vehicle, his eyes fixed on the tablet balanced on his knee. Satellite images, road maps, and surveillance photographs scrolled across the screen like a map of a war he had been fighting for ten years. The abandoned farmhouse lay thirty miles outside the city, hidden beyond acres of dying fields and dead trees. “It was occupied until an hour ago,” Daniel reported from the passenger seat, his voice tight. “Thermal scans confirmed movement before the signal disappeared.”

Chapter 103 - Last Refuge Sophia The rain lessens as I drive down the dirt road. In the back seat, the twins have finally fallen asleep, Noah still clinging to the rain-soaked dinosaur. Through the rearview mirror, I confirm that Alex and Claire are still following us. The headlights illuminate an old building. A farmhouse, isolated and apparently abandoned, except for the small beam of light escaping from one of the windows. "This is it, my loves," I whisper, although the boys continue sleeping.

It was because of these markings, and my fear of getting lost being eliminated by those markings, that I ventured to the opposite side of the forest. There was a large farm in a high valley on the northeast edge of the state land. It looked to be in good repair, but, whenever I rode that way, I saw no signs of life. Of course, I didn’t go onto the property. I stayed on the edge of the tree line and looked down at it. The house was a typical two-story farmhouse. I’m not an expert on architecture, but I did take enough classes in school to deduce that the house was probably built around the turn of the century. It was what I’d expected our house to be like.

She recorded for a few minutes before saying, “I’ve already recorded a loop of this place.” They opened their eyes and saw the desert was before them just as before. Mya hastily scrolled through her phone and brought up the video. It showed that the three of them were inside a farmhouse with rows of timber piles lining the front area and camels munching on the grass behind them. The video was crystal clear. The farmhouse’s design was extremely peculiar. It appeared to emit some sort of magical glow but there was no telling what it was. Mya and Gloria were astounded.

Knowing the type of lifestyle that Cain was accustomed to, I know this would be the most likely location of his hideout. The location is an old farmhouse. I am sure that when it was originally built it was impressive. It looked to be three stories with a wraparound porch. Many of the windows were broken and covered with plywood. Those that were not broken, hand been boarded up from the outside. Large pieces of siding were hanging off the sides of the house and the roof had several holes that were covered with large pieces of tarp. As we approach the house, the smell of alcohol and sex overwhelm my senses. ‘I do not know what we will find in there but stay alert and do not be persuaded,’ I te

Stepping out through the back door onto the creaking wooden terrace, Kat leaned her hips against the weather-beaten railing to take in the full, daunting scope of Rosewood Acreage. The vastness of the property stretched out before her, wild, beautiful, and completely unkempt. In the misty distance stood several abandoned wooden structures—the old timber barns, their massive double doors hanging loose on broken, rusted hinges. To the right sat a large, dome-shaped greenhouse, its curved glass panels fogged with thick grime and choked with aggressive wild brambles that had climbed high up its iron frame. A sea of overgrown, golden mountain grass swallowed the entire south field, burying what u

Gwen The farmhouse was only twenty minutes away, but Adrian drove as though every second mattered. I sat beside him in silence, watching the darkness slide past the windows. The number seventeen remained lodged in my thoughts, refusing to become an ordinary number again. Sebastian and Matteo followed in a separate vehicle, while two security cars approached the property from different directions. No one knew what waited beneath the farmhouse. That was precisely what bothered me. When Adrian finally turned onto the narrow road leading to the property, the farmhouse appeared exactly as I remembered it. Dark windows. Weathered walls. A porch that looked harmless enough to belong to an elderly c

***** For two days we searched, making camp in the low foothills at night, running in wolf form during the day, trying to catch a whiff of her scent, or any rogues, but it seemed futile. This morning we had been running for around 3 hours, scouring trails and an old worn dirt road when we came across what looked to be an abandoned farm, deep in the middle of the woods on the edge of one of the smaller mountains in no man’s land. The small cottage looked like it had seen better days and the barn was all but falling down. I sent 3 of our warriors ahead to scout out the buildings. It didn’t look like anyone had been there in a long time and I didn’t have a sense of anyone present either. If eve