The House Among The Trees Novels & Stories

Ava felt her heart's pace quicken with each step she took as they arrived at the brother's house. Nestled amongst a grove of tall trees, the beautiful yet simple house appeared as though it had grown organically from the earth itself. Its weathered cedar planks seemed to blend perfectly with the surrounding forest, as though the home had always been there, an extension of the natural world.

"What now, this is the only exit and I am sure we will find our way back to our horse if we get out of this place in the first place. Don't you think so?" I asked her, even though I knew she could be right. But then, we had to get out of the house before all the doors outside were suddenly blocked. The trees seemed to be appearing when we were not looking and that in itself was enough problem. The only open space there was around us was the sky above us. Of course there was no roof on the house. The trees began to sway dangerously, threatening to fall on us and the branches making wild gesticulations and dances. We had to exit the place as soon as we could and we took the door. The exit door

“Shoes, Myra.” “Yes, sir.” His eyes narrowed. I grinned. “Careful.” I ran upstairs laughing. ⸻ The house was worse in person. Much worse. Because I loved it. The driveway curved through tall trees. Not enormous gates. No dramatic stone walls. No guard towers. Just trees. The house sat on a slight rise. Gray stone. Dark roof. Large windows. Green vines along one side. It was big. But it didn’t feel enormous. It felt— lived in.

Kian said quietly. I turned back to the window. Somewhere at the end of this road was my son. He had to be. I pressed my fingers to the cold glass and held onto that. … The house appeared through the trees like something from a different century. Properly old. The real kind, weathered wood gone grey from too many winters, a clearing being slowly reclaimed by the trees pressing in from every side. No utility lines. No signs of recent life. Completely invisible from any road that wasn't this one.

I look at the screen. A text from an unknown number. The same one. My blood runs cold. My hands shake. My breath catches. A photograph. The house. Taken from the road. The angle is low, familiar. The photographer was standing in the shadow of a tree, the same kind of tree that stands outside the apartment, the same kind that hides the watchers. The leaves are green here, full, but the shape is the same. The trunk is the same. The shadows are the same. The tree is old, like the one across from our building, like the one that has been there for every photograph, every threat, every rose, every rabbit.

she says, “see!?” I look too, bending low over my horse’s neck to peer between the trees. And yes – before us, a little house cozily nestled out here in the forest, cheerfully puffing smoke from its squat stone chimney. My jaw falls readily open as we ride into the wide cleared lawn around the house, chickens skittering and squawking away from us, a little goat bleating at our arrival from his pen. I look around in complete baffled wonderment at this full little…homestead.

They tiptoed into the forest walking through the dry leaves and green trees on their way. A little far from the start they saw a old shabby house and the tracking device showed that the ring was nearby meaning Amelthia was in the house. Deep in the forest there was an old house giving the vibes of a haunted house. The house gave the vibes f a haunted house. a haunted huge from which the kids are scared and terrified of. The house was quite huge, a double story building in which it was almost impossible to enter through the higher windows and doors. There was np fence only a stack of bricks around which weren't even cemented together. Felix turned off the tracking device and signaled the fell

"This house." Calvin immediately swept his gaze across the modest house which had a wooden roof and a wide canopy on its terrace. On the right side of the house, there is a towering cypress tree, and there is a swing made of old tires whose ropes are tied to each other on a strong cypress tree branch. Overall the house was good according to him. It didn't look like his house in the middle of the forest built with his trademark intricate details, but it offered a mysterious comfort that he didn't know why. “This house looks comfortable. I can still feel the warm aura.” Calvin shrugged.

"There are 10 riding mowers on the surface and 2 down here. There are 5 push mowers down here too. Every Wednesday, we mow the grass. Monday we help in the garden, and around the mountain side picking up limbs and marking dead trees. We plant one next to the dead tree before cutting it down. It helps preserve our forest and keeps the dead trees from destroying our homes." "Makes sense." Felan said, looking around. "The homes you will notice are carefully place in the woods." "They all look like tree houses." Keyne said. "They were designed so the houses would blend into the environment. They are fun to live in. Aside from not being in a tree it feels like you are in a treehouse." "This place

Everything about the house was rustic and alive with a natural breeze that carried the sweet fragrance of oranges and other fruits from the numerous trees that adorned the landscape. The house had a huge veranda wrapped around the front, made of wood and glass. "Welcome to my humble abode," Mariselle announced with unbridled excitement and the excitement of my dad's chimpanzee. She leaped onto a nearby tree branch, swinging from branch to branch. "You're absolutely irredeemable," I managed to say between fits of giggles. "Tell me, do you have trees in your school?" "Of course, but I can't climb them like these, else people would think there's something wrong with me."