Abandoned House Novels & Stories

he said "Good day," he said and left Miley dumbfounded. * * In a secluded place The location of the place is hard to explain and locate because of where the looking abandoned house is built, it is built inside a deep bush which is unable to find. Despite the location, the house never lacks the basic necessity, an underground light, clean water, and food... You must be wondering how one could get food in that type of area but it is someone who knows where they are that gets food for the house occupant...

You don’t know what’s happened this past week because you’re my new notebook. So, I’ll tell you everything. Alright, where should I start? Oh, how about when I first saw a boy walking down the path next to our fence toward the abandoned house behind ours? That house was awful. Our neighbors said it should be torn down unless we wanted it to become a hangout spot for teens doing drugs. But Daddy was too lazy to deal with it and left the house as it was, and the other neighbors seemed just as uninterested. The house used to be owned by an old woman who lived alone. I met her a few times, but sadly, she passed away two years ago, and now the house is abandoned.

When they arrived, it was revealed that the abandoned house had fallen into disrepair. Looking at the overgrown weeds filling the porch, Xavia couldn’t help but mutter, “…Let’s… Not go in, shall we…?” Alternating his gaze between the dilapidated house and the embarrassed Xavia, Zivon finally realized why she had been so reluctant to show him the place. In the end, he put the children down before saying, “…You two stay here, alright? I’ll accompany Mommy in.”

"Actually, I'm gonna go see if I can find some more info on this land owner. I'll catch up with you back at the Den." Tarloh and Talia started the long trip to the outskirts of town. Once in the woods, they morphed into their animal sides and made rapid progress on their way to the abandoned building. It was really quite large. It had been cleaned before being abandoned, hoping it might help attract a buyer. There were a lot of rooms, including a wide-open area, a room where the meat had been washed which could easily be converted into showers, and actual smaller rooms that could be used as living quarters. It was perfect except for the distance from town.

I quickly move toward the shabby looking structures with dim lighting coming through the curtains. I unsheath my blades and crouch down to listen. Faint laughter is coming from somewhere in the house, but it doesn't sound natural. I peek through the tattered curtains and seeing a moving picture screen. I realize Fiadh's familiar is watching television. A common form of entertainment on Earth.

"Is it possible that we didn't break in? We could've already been in the building from the start." "So, you already found this place and have been here keeping watch." This was a self-built house that was four stories high with one basement. Each floor had five rooms and a living room. There had been factories nearby in the past. The house had been rented to the workers as dormitories. Hence, the place was relatively large. It was now abandoned and dilapidated. Not even stray dogs would visit it. That was why he never bothered to search every room. He had brought Lucian directly to the room he had stayed in. His gaze remained fixed on Lucian as he spoke.

I opened it to see a string of messages. March 13th: [Where are you? Stop playing these disappearing games.] April 21st: [Get back here immediately. Miriam's baby is kicking frequently. She needs your blood.] June 25th: [My patience is limited. I'm giving you three days to crawl back here, or you'll never set foot in the Thornes' residence again.] The final text was from June 28th at 11:59 PM. [Celeste, don't regret this.]

Not even close. I had a place in mind. The same one I’d used before. The House of Silence. It wasn’t a real house, not officially. Just an abandoned private estate buried somewhere in the countryside, tucked behind tall hedges and an old gate eaten by rust. It was Gerald’s originally, but he’d handed it over to me for “projects” like this. No one asked questions there. No one heard screams either. As I drove, I fished my phone out of my pocket and sent a text:

“If you a-talkin' about science, y'all should have done said so earliuurr. Verdant's all fun ayn' games but we do have our fauurr share ov crazy psychos when it done came ta science!” Another one of them added, “There's an awful old, abandoned house at the bak ov the district. Near the doks at the end. Y'all wouldn't miss it if y'all wan-ta go there since the witch is also brewing something in that there awful big cauldron av hers.” “Oh!” I say, snapping my fingers. “I did notice a huge trail of smoke going up when we were back at the lake on the way here.” “Raheet ya are, missy!”

At the cemetery's edge stood the abandoned church house; it was a rotting wooden structure that had been abandoned for decades, Its windows were boarded tight and the paint peeled away like dead skin. The structure sat completely swallowed by darkness, no cars, no lights, no signs of life. My heart battered against my ribs as I stepped onto the porch. The decaying wood groaned under my weight as I shoved open the front door. It swung open with a long creak, the hallway smelling of mold and dust. "I’m here," I called out into the dark. "I have what you wanted. Now give me the phone." I was met with silence as I took one blind step forward. And that's when it hit me that I had absolutely no id