Over The Garden Wall Unknown Novels & Stories

He looked at it for a long moment, his jaw tightening once, briefly, and then he turned it over and read the four words on the back. He handed it to Marcus. Marcus looked at it, and something shifted in his expression, something that was not quite anger but was adjacent to it, the look of a man who took the security of a household personally and was currently taking this very personally indeed. "It was taken from the east garden wall," Damien said. Not a question. "The angle," Marcus agreed. "Has to be." "Which means someone either climbed the wall or they were already on the right side of it," Damien said.

And then it would all be over. “Get your scarf. We’re leaving.” I blinked. “What?” “You want air, you get air. Use the servant’s passage behind the kitchens. I’ll meet you by the west wall. Five minutes.” But I didn’t lead him there. Instead, I came out through the overgrown herb beds to a part of the garden wall most people never looked twice at. I pressed a loose stone inward, and the wall clicked open—a narrow wooden door yawning just wide enough for one body at a time.

Edna had already gotten to the farm by then. The Duke farm was a very large farm. In fact, it was the second largest after the palace. Looking at it, she saw that some weeds were already coming up. If she left it, it might spoil their plants. Bending down, she started uprooting the weeds. The soil was black by nature, as she weeded, she had no idea that there was a sharp metal deep in the soil. Dipping her hand in there, she felt a sharp pain. Immediately, she stood up only to see blood gushing out of her fingers serious.

"Daddy, where are we going?" Asher asks Aaron which is now leading him into a maze garden. "Erm, if I'm not mistaken, there is a statue in the middle of this maze. The statue is quite unique and beautiful too." Aaron said happily to the little boy. He somehow a bit excited to show him the statue. "Did you live here before, daddy?" Asher's questions making Aaron slowing his pace. 'He's right! How do I know about this maze? How do I know every single path around here? Am I someone from here? Did I work here before? If I am someone from here, why there is no one greet me? Wait! I don't see anyone here.'

He pushed open the rusty door in front of me revealing the most entrancing sight I'd ever laid my eyes upon. I assumed it was once a greenhouse that stood on this terrace, but the glass had been shattered from the far left corner of the ceiling. It was covered in moss that appeared to shimmer because of the dew that had settled on it, beautiful vines covered the entire place. To top it all up, the moonlight lit up everything in a surreal manner. This whole institute was otherworldly alright. Each corner held new surprises. I then noticed on the far right corner there were two apple trees, in between them, there bloomed a single rose, deep blue in color, I thought I had imagined it at first.

An unknown, unspoken communication passed between them. …….. Iris’s steps echoed through the room as she walked restlessly. The wind flowed through the open window, making her hair fly around her face. The rabbit ran into the room, already used to her presence. She had been pacing like a madwoman for two hours. Her legs were aching like hell, but she couldn’t stop. Her eyes landed on the garden wall, and a wild idea came into her mind. Could she climb it? But as she studied the wall and its structure, she realized it had been specially built so no one could climb over it. Her patience was wearing thin. Giving up on the idea, she walked to the door and rushed out of the room, running through

“If you’re going to loiter, make yourself useful. Fetch me the thyme from the garden.” I blink. “Me?” She raises a brow. “Unless you see anyone else standing around doing nothing.” I glance at Achilles, who grins and gestures toward the door. “Better do as she says. She bites.” I mutter under my breath but head outside anyway. The garden is lush and overgrown, with vines climbing the stone walls and flowers blooming in every shade imaginable. There are few staff around. Some shy away when they see me, whispering to the others who back away slowly, not knowing what I am.

I needed air. Just five minutes. Just outside the walls. Just beyond the gates. I didn’t ask for permission. The Romano estate backed into the hills. The garden was wild, overgrown, and dark around the edges, like something out of a nightmare. The further I walked, the more the noise of the house disappeared—until it was just me, my thoughts, and the buzz of cicadas in the air. I reached the old stone wall. Saw the gate. Unlocked. Just a peek, I told myself. Not escape. Not rebellion. Just space.

I paused in the shadowed doorway, assessing the terrain and timing my move. Three gardeners worked among the neat rows, their attention focused on their tasks. Beyond them lay a decorative hedge that would provide cover if I could reach it unseen. I counted breaths, watching the rhythm of their work, and when all three bent to their tasks simultaneously, I moved – quick, purposeful steps that carried me behind a tall trellis of climbing roses and then to the concealing bulk of the hedge.

Then, I tried Norman, but his phone went unanswered, too. "Let's just climb over," Julian said, vaulting over the wall. Pearly and I followed, though my dress was too cumbersome. Frustrated, I tore off a piece and fashioned it into a short skirt. Once we were over the wall, the manor was eerily quiet, with no one in sight in the garden. "This isn't right," Pearly and Julian both remarked. I rushed toward the house, glancing around as I went. The main hall was empty, but the smell of blood grew stronger with every step.