Abandoned Farmhouse Novels & Stories

Suddenly there is a woosh sound, and we appear in a bright room with white walls and cream-colored furniture. "Are you okay," Terrax whispers, and I look up at him in shock. "You seemed uncomfortable, so I cut our waving off early," Terrax says as his eyes look me over hungrily. I blush again and untangle myself from Terrax's side. "I'm sorry. It was a little nerve-wracking to be the main focus of the crowd," I whisper, and he grins before nodding. "I understand. Well, welcome...this is the home I have chosen for us. It is a short distance from the city I grew up in, but it should give us privacy," Terrax says, and I glance at the large room.

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.

And finally, finally, we found it. A farmhouse. It sat at the end of a dirt road, surrounded by dead crops and silence. The roof sagged. The windows were dark. Even the ghosts looked like they had moved on. But the pull stopped. Right here. "This is it," I breathed. Kael's eyes scanned the tree line. "It's a trap." "Probably," Ryker agreed, shifting me in his arms. "But we are out of options." We approached slowly. The door hung open, creaking in the wind. Inside, dust covered everything. The floorboards groaned. The air smelled like rot and abandonment.

said the Master, and they altered their path toward the buildings. As they approached it became clear that what they were seeing was a barn and a smaller stable. When they got closer, another building was visible past the stable, which was clearly a house. It was a typical farm home, small but well-made, if not fancy. Sadly, as they rode nearer to the house, they saw that the straw roof had collapsed, quashing any thought of sheltering there. The farm appeared to be abandoned. There was no sign of animals of any kind, and certainly no people remained behind. It was not uncommon; the farmer may have had a run of ill luck, crops failing or other obstacles, and they had simply moved on in hopes

A laptop sat open at one end, next to a manila folder. Another detective stood against the wall, younger, female, her badge reading "Detective Chen." Rosa didn't sit. She stood behind a chair, gripping its back. "Please. Just tell us." Morrison moved to the laptop. "Three days ago, we received an anonymous tip about a property in rural Field County. An abandoned farmhouse about ninety miles north of here." He clicked something on the laptop. Rosa leaned forward, her breath coming in short gasps. "We sent a team to investigate yesterday," Morrison continued. "What they found made us contact you immediately."

". Come alone.* My heart was racing as I hoped that this was the break I had been hoping for—a break to find more damning evidence on Zack, and even perhaps leads on Damien's implication that I could not find since that fateful night. I quickly scrolled through my phone for a last-minute cancellation and drove down a rural road. The city's neon receded fewer behind me as the world gave way to fields and thick groves of trees. I finally found myself standing before a weathered-down farmhouse on the edge of a forest. Its weathered face, cracked in broken windows and blistered paint, seemed to emit a ghostly sense of abandonment—but possibility too. I crept up, the headlights dropped to hide us

Lloyd assured her Doreen would at least wait for her to come in, so how come he was leaving? “Of course, he'll leave. Tessa got…kidnapped." ★ ★ “A…a… Farmhouse?!” Those pair of red eyes beheld a tacky old farmhouse the instant the taxi dropped from a distance. It was a farmhouse and one that seemed abandoned. No animals or crops were in view, but countless hefty-looking men were. Was this an ordinary farmhouse? Octavia didn't think so and to avoid being seen, she distanced herself more before bringing out her phone.

said a man in his late 40s at an empty suburban house. Inside, Hayley stood with Summer. She had found an old farmhouse along the main road outside her shelter. Many old houses in the suburbs were empty because families had moved to the city. The better-located ones often had "for rent" signs. She planned to use this farmhouse as a transfer station. Supplies would be stored here and then moved invisibly into her system space, keeping her operations secret while she went shopping. "I'll pay you 80, no deposit. I just want it for a month as a warehouse," Hayley bargained.

MAYA POV The gravel road seemed to go on forever, clicking against the underside of the sedan in a steady, monotonous rhythm. The dense pine trees finally gave way to an open clearing just as the afternoon sun started to dip below the tree line. In the middle of the field sat the farmhouse. It was an old, white two-story building with peeling paint on the porch railing and a small gravel driveway. It didn't look dangerous, but it didn't look like the luxury corporate suites I had grown used to over the past week either. It looked isolated.

It’s another fifteen minutes until we get to Aunt Kim’s house, and I’m about ready to denounce cats and claim to be a dog person for life by the time we get there. My heart jumps in my chest when the old farmhouse comes into view. Right away, we notice that it hasn’t been kept up very well since the last time we’ve been here. The lawn is in major need of mowing, the usually pristinely kept flowerbeds are full of weeds, and the roof of one of the barns sustained pretty bad wind damage.