Abandoned Farmhouse の小説・ストーリー

They drove up a steep hill and landed on the other side of the road and behold there was a very huge field on the left side of the road. "That is the farmhouse! " Pedri exclaimed pointing to a small rusty signpost on the field which read" XAVIER'S ANIMAL FARMHOUSE ". They drove a little distance close to the farmhouse and parked right beside the field. "Why are we stopping? I thought she moved past the farmhouse?" Miguel asked " We came to explore didn't we? Let's see what we've got here, "Eden said as he walked out of the car to stretch his feet. "Wow.. Can't believe such a huge place could be abandoned this way, "Pedri said as he looked into the field which was housing a big wooden house w

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.

The farmhouse looked exactly as the reconnaissance had described. A low stone building set back from a dirt track, the red barn listing badly to one side behind it, half its roof gone to whatever storms had taken it. Overgrown yard. Dark windows. The smell of abandonment and old wood and the particular quality of a place that had been empty long enough to forget what occupancy felt like. Nothing moved. Which was, I noted as I crouched at the tree line with Max beside me, slightly too clean. “Something’s wrong,” Max said quietly into the mind link.

Thomas had been working with Stefan for some time and he remembered visiting that place before when Stefan was visiting it as well. The farmhouse was a separate house from the cottage. It belonged to their family as well but was initially built because their grandparents wanted to have a place to raise their own livestocks but the project barely lasted for a year and the farmhouse was no longer used ever since their grandparents passed away. “My feelings tell me she’s there, but I didn’t want to go there without weapons because if she’s truly there, that means someone is taking her hostage. But now I’ve got my gone, let’s head there right away.” He told Thomas who also had his gun ready at h

“We need shelter. There’s a road half a mile north. If we make it before sunset, we can find transport.” I nodded, but I couldn’t ignore the way his hand trembled when he reached for his gun again. He was running on willpower alone. We moved in silence for a while, the forest giving way to open fields and broken fences. The air was colder here, sharper. Every sound carried—the crunch of our boots, the whisper of wind through dry grass. When we finally reached the old road, I saw an abandoned farmhouse in the distance. The roof was half-collapsed, but it was something.

"Are you alright? Would you like some fruit? I'll peel it for you." I was certain that I was dead, yet my vision cleared up at that moment. In fact, I even heard a melodic male voice booming right next to me. It was such a shame that the man wasn't directing the question at me at all. My vision sharpened once again. I found myself staring at a simplistic ward belonging to a makeshift hospital located at the base camp of the tallest mountain in the world. Gerard Frost, my husband, happened to be caressing his best friend, Olivia Hallburg's cheek with his fingers. Worry was written all over his face.

Quinn’s POV Bishop brought the truck to a stop in front of what looked like an old farmhouse and the two of us stared out the windshield at the house. The house looked like no one had lived here in years, the lawn looked unattended and a few shutters hung crooked from the windows. Many years ago this house would have been in its prime but now it sat looking abandoned for decades. “Are you sure this is the address?” I asked him as the two of us finally stepped out of the truck.

I struggled to place it, desperate to figure out where I was. Then it hit me—the Sheffield estate, by the lake. There was an old, abandoned farmhouse not far from the estate. I’d stumbled upon it when Liam and Leander were busy preparing for the wedding. The wooden structure was rotting, covered in moss and mildew. This smell was the same. Fear clawed at my insides as I realized where I was. Panic surged through me, and I instinctively tried to call out to Erica, my wolf. But there was no response. It was as if she were being held back by a wall of darkness.

Rahl demanded as I approached. “None of your business," Henri retorted before I could answer, his voice icy and his demeanor frigid. “This cottage is ruined. Prepare the farmhouse where my parents lived when they got married. We will be staying there.” The farmhouse was a exquisite choice. It had outstanding furniture, four spacious rooms excluding the housekeeper's room, and there was a large garden in the backyard. My mom used to obsess over flowers, so my dad bought this farmhouse for her when they got married.

The two rogues flanked me, their menacing presence a constant reminder of my captivity. We left the dilapidated house, moving through overgrown fields and dense thickets. The air grew cooler, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant livestock. As we crested a small rise, a cluster of buildings came into view. A larger house, older and more neglected than the pack homes I knew, sat at the edge of what looked like a vast farm. Barns and sheds, some leaning precariously, dotted the landscape around it. “This is it,” the scarred rogue grunted, signaling our destination.