Abandoned Farmhouse Novels & Stories

With my nudges and the stories spread among the neighbors, everyone knew Sophie had given birth and run away, never returning for the holidays or anything. Everyone assumed she’d disappeared off the face of the earth, but only I knew that my parents kept in touch with her secretly. Hearing my comment now, Mom’s face twisted with displeasure. Her sharp voice cut across the entire hall. "What nonsense are you talking about? Sophie is perfectly fine!" Instantly, everyone nearby turned to look. Mom’s embarrassment was obvious. I smiled lightly. "So you’re still in touch with her. Why doesn’t she come see her son, Caleb? Sigh. She abandoned her own child. She must not be doing well. Forget it. I

It was abandoned for years now. He walked slowly up to the front door of the old abandoned house. It was a large, wooden structure with peeling paint and overgrown weeds around the foundation. The windows were boarded up, and the front door was slightly ajar but still locked. He could feel a sense of trepidation as he approached, knowing that this was a place where he had many memories, both good and bad. Taking a deep breath, he unlocked and pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside.

"Come on, man. We need these shots. You're the second unit. Don't miss this stuff. Go. Go." Jeff slapped the cameraman's back and he hustled down the hill still not shooting anything. Jeff shook his head. "What do we need to do exactly?" Jane asked. "Right." Jeff wiped sweat off his forehead from above his glasses. "This is an old farmhouse built in 1915 and refurbished in 1957. It has been abandoned since 1998. It sits on thirty acres. It has three floors and a loft. Grand fire place. A balcony. Etc. Reece, the host and the money behind the series, has bought it. The winning designer from this week will spend the next two months remaking the house based on their winning design. In addition

Kevan planned to convert the farmhouse into a vacation home in the future after getting a contractor to rebuild it. Before the actual construction could begin, the entire farm was deserted. Not a single person could be seen on the empty land. On the farm, there was a barn that had been unused for many years. At this moment, the old wooden door of the barn was half-closed. Cries of agony could be heard from inside the barn through the gap. Kevan pushed the door open and entered. Rays of sunlight flooded in, brightening up the entire barn. Several people were suspended by ropes and hung from the central beam of the barn. The cries of agony were coming from them.

I hadn’t found what I was looking for before I needed to retire for the night, so I would start again the next night to find what I needed. When I awoke for the night, I began my search again where I had left off. I didn’t need anything spectacular. It was just me, after all. I just needed something that may have a basement or something that I could carve out a space of my own without having to worry about the daylight. A few hours in, I finally found it. It was on farmland, and it was a farmhouse. It was two stories and had four bedrooms. Again, I didn’t need all that space, but it would work.

She guessed she needed to talk to this person and once Caleb got close he could figure out more. Jolie and RJ exchanged a quiet, tense look behind her, their bodies primed for whatever darkness Caleb was sensing. Up ahead, the quiet farm felt less like a sanctuary and more like a trap waiting to sprung. The open path finally led them to a classic small farmhouse. It was a modest, two-story structure with peeling white paint, a wrap-around covered porch, and weathered green shutters hanging slightly askew. Despite the neat appearance, the absolute silence hanging over the property felt unnatural.

A fucking monument to paternal devotion. "The weather's supposed to get worse tonight," Mark said, interrupting my thoughts as he turned up the defroster. Ice was already beginning to spider across the windshield. My stomach tightened. Snowed in. With David. The farmhouse appeared through the swirling flakes twenty minutes later. Two stories of white clapboard with a wraparound porch and smoke curling from the chimney. Picture-perfect Americana. A Norman Rockwell painting where the patriarch wanted to fuck his son's wife. Mark pulled into the gravel drive and killed the engine. The sudden silence was deafening.

there was pretty much nothing. An old trailer that had long since been abandoned. And a couple miles past that was the back end of someone’s farm. But the house was so far off the road you couldn’t even see it. There was a water tower on the other side. And then another mile or two there was s big electric tower and a box that sat down in a field.

I guess behind me, I want to give what Richard wanted and lived in the farmhouse I inherited, I guess mom was nervous that as soon as she died, Richard would tell me to leave so I got a place to stay. But why at the end of the woods? This town; even though it’s a little old and dramatic and always cold, has all the things a community would need to prosper. Apartments and little houses. I couldn’t remember mom telling us that she has a farmhouse in the middle of the woods. Heck, I wouldn’t even know she has a will prepared if Mr. Stanley didn’t tell me.

This was IT for “ABANDONED.” My ending may not be the best, but I hope I clarified everything. Jenifer’s school ended after she got pregnant. This is a lesson to those parents who let their children do whatsoever without educating or recommending them morally and mentally on how to use protection during sex or bring them up positively to abstain from such. That despite love is good. But discipline must be involved. Another thing is, we should hereafter abstain from any friend who behaves like Jenifer. They are never and will never be satisfied no matter how good you treat them.