Novel & Cerita Abandoned Farmhouse

"When the tank was down half way and I figured that there was no way I'd be able to get back to civilization if I kept going like I was I stopped the car, turned off the lights and started crying. I stood there terrified in the dark for I don't even know how long. "At some point the moon came out from behind the clouds and I spotted this old abandoned looking farm house way back off the dirt road. Scared out of mind I started walking toward it. When I got closer I saw that the roof was caving in and the doors and windows were kinda missing. That's when it occurred to me that I could hide the evidence. I could come back for it if I could find my way back to it.

he says. "She won't," I say. "She moved forty miles from anything connected to Marre's network and stopped hiding her address eight years ago. That is someone who decided they were safe enough to stop running." I pause. "She'll want to know what changed." The property is a farmhouse, genuinely agricultural, genuinely lived in, the kind of place you look at and see a life rather than a position. A garden at the front that has been tended by someone who cares about it. A car in the drive. Curtains in the windows.

Jake’s POV I’d never driven this far alone,two hours to Grandma’s farm through winding country roads that barely counted as roads anymore. Maya had given me explicit instructions: “Find the old barn foundation. Northwest corner. Stone cellar. Hidden compartment Dad built.” Simple. Except nothing involving my father’s secret evidence had ever been simple. The farm looked different than I remembered. Grandma had died three years ago, and the property sat abandoned. The main house was boarded up, the fields overgrown. The barn had burned down like Maya said, leaving just the stone foundation jutting out of the earth like broken teeth.

"We have a hole in the ground that happens to have a house on top of it." The convoy slows. We turn off the paved road onto a gravel track. The tires crunch loudly, spitting stones. The headlights cut through a dense fog that clings to the pine trees like ghostly shrouds. We drive for another ten minutes in silence. The isolation is absolute. No streetlights. No houses. Just the mountains and the dark. Then, the structure looms out of the mist. It is a ruin. A two-story farmhouse built of rough-hewn stone, its roof sagging dangerously in the middle. The shutters are hanging off their hinges. Vines choke the walls, climbing up to broken windows that look like missing teeth.

Travis assured them as they got back on the road. The group of them came upon a broken-down farmhouse. It was obvious that it had been in disrepair for years. Travis signaled that this was where they needed to be, and they followed his lead, shutting their bikes off and parking them. "Is this Old Man Sullivan's place?" Liam asked as he got off his bike and took a look around. "It is," Travis nodded. "It was abandoned even back when we used to come out here as kids, but it was ours." "I think Rooster brought me out here a few times, but the memory is hazy. I think we were doing a little more than playing," Liam grinned. "We might have been drinkin' a few beers and experimenting with some Mary

With some solid, deep breaths, Ru closed her eyes and tried to picture the church she’d seen in the pictures Lyric had shown her. Opening her eyes, she looked up to see she was standing outside of a large structure, and even in the dark, there was enough light from a thousand stars to tell her the place was abandoned. It appeared to be almost three stories high, with plenty of windows in arched dormers above the superstructure of what clearly appeared to be an abandoned church. The color looked to be the tannish-brown Ru had expected to see, even though it was hard to tell without the light of the sun.

But I pushed through it, forcing myself to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, on the rhythmic sound of Sarah’s footsteps ahead of me, on the steady presence of Ben at my side. Finally, just as the last light of day was fading, we stumbled upon it—a farmhouse, tucked away in a small clearing, its weathered wood and sagging roof barely visible through the trees. "That’s got to be it," Sarah said, nodding toward the house as we approached. "Looks abandoned....." "Let's hope so." Ben muttered, his hand tightening on his rifle as we crept toward the building. The farmhouse was old, its windows cracked and dirty, the door hanging slightly ajar. It didn’t look like anyone had lived th

The estate agent told me about an old abandoned farmhouse years ago because it has been said ghosts haunt the place. I told the agent it was perfect, and he just stared at me like I was crazy. I don't mind any ghosts. As long as other people believe it, then I won't be bothered. I paid in full, making the farmhouse mine. It was a sight to see, but the place was enormous. It has a barn and everything. Maybe I can buy livestock and grow some crops. I can relax and work on the farm to make it my perfect home. While doing some carpentry on the house, which I am not a professional at, I found a door that leads down to the basement. The space was empty, but there wa

After all, Logan was a desired bachelor in society and many socialites had their eyes on him. Her parents had left unwillingly, wanting Megan to go back to the farm with them just so she could have time to grieve and recapture herself while being surrounded by loved ones. Benny had been her sole source of survival, and now, with his death, they were worried that Megan might lose herself in the process of grieving. This she also declined, not because she didn't mind her parents' kindness, but because she knew that the farm would bring back memories of her son that she wouldn't be able to cope with.

The safehouse wasn’t much. A rotting farmhouse nestled at the edge of obscurity—forgotten, crumbling, untouched by time or mercy. Shutters hung limp from rusted hinges. Wind whispered through the slats like ghosts trading secrets. Alaric didn’t care. It had walls, a roof, and distance. That was all he needed. Victoria hadn’t said a word since they abandoned the truck. Her hand brushed his when they climbed the fence, but she pulled away like he burned her.