Blake Hollow Barn Novels & Stories

Crystal parked her car in the long driveway of the Blake mansion, her heart pounding with anxiety and rage. The sprawling estate loomed before her, but tonight it felt more like a fortress, shielding the people who had caused her so much pain. As she stepped inside, the sound of voices carried from the living room. she paused in the grand foyer, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Olivia Blake, Christian’s mother, seated on the cream leather couch. Beside her was Christian’s younger sister, Danielle, and a few other family friends. Their laughter filled the space, but it didn’t reach Crystal’s heart.

“And… we had no idea she’d be here, right under our noses.” “Our old stomping grounds,” Rider mused. “In fairness, this hasn’t been a hotbed for over a century.” Sure, Upstate New York had a history every Keeper was well-aware of, but not since the early nineteenth century had anything significant happened there, though the mansion had still been occupied for decades after the activity had died down. “It’s called Reaper’s Hollow for a reason,” Rider reminded him, a fact Cutter was well-aware of.

“Don’t worry about me. You have an army to take care of. I can take care of myself.” “Sure, sure. Oh by the way, tell Bilgrae to get the demihuman squad ready. He knows what to do next.” “Okay, sure.” “Great thanks. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Bronto walked past Crymillia as she gave way to him. “It seems like he’s the one that needs a rest.” . . . We’ve reached the end of BLAIR Volume 2: The Great Sandcastle! I hope that you all have been enjoying the story so far and many more volumes, not to mention chapters coming in the future. I do apologise for the unstable updates and I’ll try to improve, which I always try to do.

Finally, mercifully, the sinkhole site and whatever brand of nightmare occurring there disappeared behind them, fading back into the surrounding cornfields as he motored away. To their left some Holsteins were scattered, even a few American bison calves milling in the lower pastures, rich pastures bordered by rail fences and flanked with nut, maple, and fruit trees just starting to turn. Farther up near a barn some young hands in checked, flannel shirts were bucking bales of hay to feed the ponies in the late-afternoon mist. Katie watched the calves, and Richard wiped the sweat from his brow with his shirtsleeve.

“Not at all. I can help you get the ball rolling. We’ll have to get through some red tape since you don’t have a Silver Ridge address, though you technically are living here at the moment.” “Oh, wow. Help would be much appreciated.” We step into the barn and Heather picks up a broom and turns to me. “Looks like stalls are already cleaned. Want to tag-team dusting the rafters? I’ve been meaning to for months, but other projects keep getting in the way.” I’m smiling once again. “Let’s do it.” *

’ Was Blake’s first thought. The area was well maintained for only one person living in such a remote area, and the home he was staying in was a handbuilt wooden cottage with a thatched roof. A wood pile was seen to the right, and a well was placed on the left of the home with a separate small building that Blake took as storage. Far behind was another smaller building with a door supporting a crescent moon cut into it. This had to be what was known as an outhouse for taking care of Mother Nature’s business. Wooden fencing surrounded the property, and felt like a great home in Blake’s eyes. Very different from what Blake was used to, but from his travels, he had already seen such lodgings an

I’ll accept that as the thank you. “Why are you there at that kind of rode anyways? Nobody goes there?” and why do you care? Shut up! I didn’t respond to you for 2 times already. Don’t get the hint, huh woman? “That rode, they say, is haunted. You might see ghost there. Aren’t you afraid?” What the- do I look like I’m afraid of such creatures? Do you see fear on my aura? Do you?! Shut up! Why so talkative!You're annoying!

she mumbles lowly, probably thinking we can't hear her, but all three of us do. "We can talk about a 70/30 split on the bull... and we can bring down a few more heifers. Gray Ranch is happy to solidify good relations," I say lowly, and she glances at me awkwardly before refocusing on the auctioneer. Hank shifts in his seat and I get the feeling I overstepped again.

“Only because he’s trying to imitate Shakespeare’s style. He’s exploring different writing styles. He already has this year’s Christmas play outlined. Once he gets started on a writing project, he doesn’t quit until he’s done.” “Anyway, you should come out soon,” Gloria said. “We want you to see the work Mr. Blake did on the barn. He’s a good worker.” “I’m glad that worked out for everyone.” Now that the barn was repaired, Sue felt much better. “Where did you say Jake’s bank is located?” he asked. She told him. “We’ll go check it out. Maybe we’ll open an account there.” His eyes lit up. “That’s a good excuse to go see him.”

After an hour of driving they pulled up outside a cabin. Noticing Blake’s Hilux Melissa turned off the engine. It was the sort of cabin you saw in old horror movies, it had a chimney so a real fire was needed, it had a porch and a wicker swing chair. “Maybe it won’t be as bad as it looks.” Melissa said to herself as Brock went to get the suitcases out of the trunk. Going up the three steps Melissa knocked. There was no answer. “He may have gone hunting.” Brock said “Blake hunts?” She said incredulously.