The house was of no significance, and would barely warrant a second glance, nestled as it was a mile from the nearest town on a country lane leading into cloudy valleys. As Daniel Carter drove past, he slowed down, then halted the Volkswagen Passat and stared at the decrepit detached abode, with its flaking front door, grimy windows, and missing roof tiles. He pulled the car onto the verge and left the vehicle. At forty-o...

Worn paint flakes off her aged walls. Countless stories that soaked themselves into the sheetrock now float untethered with the dust. Her spirit stands proud, but her frame lumps under gravity. Heavy. Slowly dying in the unrelenting winds of change. 

If there were no love in the world Would we all erect a dwelling Sound proofing it's walls Deadening the music Maybe furnishing it with darkened rooms Lined with tarnished fixtures So bleeding hearts can blend and disappear unnoticed A place where fresh scars cannot be seen A refuge where agonizing screams are silenced outwardly On the outside showing a facade resembling paradise On the inside lava pools fuming with guilt...

There's a house at the top of the hill. Haunted, of course.It doesn't want to kill, or even chill. Benevolent, of course. It used to be a mill. Abandoned, of course. They made twill. Aeons ago, of course. Now the house sits lonely and old. Awaiting its new masters. It's earned a reputation, ill-begotten. The house, alive, just wants company. It remembers, you see, it's former glory. Will it ever be loved again?  

Selwyn decided it was time to sell his house. He had lived in it for many years and had grown tired of it. Besides, it was looking rather worn. There was hardly a spot on the façade of the little house where the paint was not peeling. So Selwyn went to his garage to make a “For Sale” sign. He crafted a perfectly square sign with a sturdy post. He painted the sign a warm yellow, and in strong, blue letters he wrote, “For S...

Chapter 28 The Secrets of the Abandoned House “It’s a cursed place, I warn you. Plus the weather is going to get worse. My flyer is not meant to be operated during high winds.” Asmadis lands his craft among the hills that look just like the ones we left behind, except these are much, much smaller. Some are barely twice my height. We get out to an eerie silence. The hills at the city were alive with sounds and motion, thes...

I loved that old house. When I became the project co-chairman I was given a set of keys and placed to the alarm call list because I live closer than anyone else. I would open it during the Summer to air it out, and I learned to navigate the interior in near pitch dark conditions.Despite the fact that others have seen images of a little girl that he daughter of the former owner and her dog at various places and times aroun...

A young married couple lived in a sod and clay house on the plains. The house was mostly underground. Wide and deep tiled stairs led to a wooden pocket door that was inset with thick colored glass panels. The roof was steep and covered with clay tiles that matched the color of the surrounding earth. Small round windows peeped out of the house at ground level. A thin thread of smoke still spun out of the chimney. A path le...

A house on rocky shores it was, A broken-hearted place; Stone walls etched with memories, That time cannot erase. Where once there was a glowing hearth Of warmth and billowing smoke, Now all that's left are cold and dust, No one its fires to stoke. As wind blows through its rafters On quiet nights like these, You'll hear its timbers’ sad lament Carried across darkened seas.

The cold seeped through the seams of her flimsy jacket and Kat shivered violently. The icy finger of a zephyr curled its way around her neck like a scarf and raised goosebumps over her back. Impatiently, she pressed the doorbell for a third time. The snow had arrived a month earlier and had not left, lying in a thick blanket that seemed to hold in the freezing temperatures. Unable to cope, public transport had ground to a...