Abandoned House Novels & Stories

I got a map of the place and did some zooming in. He tossed me a detailed map and I scanned it with my eyes. " There's only a few residential houses, but most of them were abandoned. A particular one caught my attention." He said pointing at a spot on the map. " A dilapidated farmhouse that has been abandoned for almost a decade," I added. " Sounds like a good place to keep someone." He shrugged. I closed the map." Then we will search all the houses starting from this one. Get enough men, we don't know how many criminals we are dealing with." I ordered.

she said coldly before walking out of her room. Rebecca crouched down on the floor, her eyes glistening with tears. A call came into her phone, and the caller ID read My Tormentor. She threw the phone on the floor after seeing it. --- ~ ‘The Abandoned Church’ ~ Despite the heavy rain, the empty church still stood with the pillars strong. The building was firm, but the lighting of the church stopped working a long time ago. It is said that the Catholics abandoned the church because they suspected it was cursed — but that didn't stop some evil activities from going on.

It was the same throne he fought for during that time, why would he let it go easily? Soon, they got to the outskirts of the pack. They drove on and on again until they got to an abandoned house. The house looked abandoned because of the grasses in front of the house, they hadn't been mowed. There were weeds everywhere and the painting of the house was already peeling. Ryan wondered who his father had come to find. Their alibi stayed in a place like this? It was weird. How couldn't he afford a better place? They did illegal business hence their riches. Ryan believed that the Alibi should be well-to-do too.

Jacob replied. Soon, Isabella noticed an old abandoned, house far off in the distance, in desperate need for a new paint job. She shivered, as though, ice had replaced her spine. It looked like one of those haunted houses you saw in the movies. The cold air enveloped her entire body. The multiple layer of clothing could not protect against the deathly cold, and Samson tightened his hold on her. The walkway leading up to house were cracked. Weeds and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of house, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The house's walls showed black decay by neglect. Splotches of original paint hinted at the house former prosper

A few minutes later, Spencer finally pulled up to the abandoned house, and he parked his car in a space. Immediately they all got out of the car, walking briskly towards the only house in sight. The house was looking decrepit, with boarded-up windows and a crumbling façade. The air was very thick with an eerie silence, and it felt like they were the only people for miles around. “We have three minutes left,” Spencer warned as they approached the house. “What if they are bad guys inside?” Tems says and they all took an abrupt stop. Lorenzo cast Tems a nasty stare, “Do I look like I care at all? Do I need to remind you my mate is in there?”

The wind whistled through the trees bringing with it the laughter of children who once lived there and the caring call of a mother letting them know dinner was ready. The abandoned house shuddered on the hill, standing in a more composed way wishing the morning light would come all the sooner to warm its weary walls. It felt so alone, so empty, as if it had chosen solitude for itself, as if residents were a luxury it could forgo. How long had it been since it heard the laughter of a precious child? How long had it been since it felt the coolness of fresh paint or contained the fragrance of Sunday dinner? They were four other men on the doorstep who seemed to b

“We had a secret meeting late last night with Alpha Charles. Just Cam and I. And he did bring up the issue. So he had the local pack visit the house that your family rented and they sniffed out every nook and cranny. Didn’t find anything there. No scent of blood, new or old, and definitely no scent of cleaning supplies that might have been left behind after the people tried to clean that place up.” “So nothing useful?” Alex asked Darcia. “What’s the condition of the house?” “It’s been vacant for the last four months.” Darcia replied. “The owner wants to demolish it and hand it over to a big conglomerate or something. They’ll probably be turning it into a mall soon.” Alex visibly relaxed afte

Aidan’s SUV jolted over the rutted dirt road, tires crunching against gravel as he sped toward the abandoned house Marionne had named. In his rearview mirror, another car trailed close—Leandro’s men. The thirty-minute drive from the main road led to a forgotten corner where the city’s sprawl gave way to overgrown fields. As they crested a hill, the house came into view—a crumbling two-story structure on a weed-choked lawn, its paint peeled to gray wood, windows boarded or shattered. Gnarled trees loomed in the backyard, their branches casting jagged shadows across the grass.

"Noah, why is everything suddenly became so quiet?" Esme whispered. They found a small house which was on the verge of collapsing. The roof is barely holding us, while one side of the wall is already sunken into the house. Weeds have grown in and outside the abandoned structure, making it a good habitat for small creatures like rats, snakes and bugs. They couldn't risk being found by Chris. There are many similar structures around this area, making it look like an abandoned school or offices.

I braced myself, prepared for whatever the night had to offer. We pulled up at an abandoned house, just like Dad had described it. Why do witches always hide out in places that seem to be out of this world? Like literally, looking at the old calves and structure, it looked like something that was resurrected, like something that had never been there.