Many years had passed and the beautiful farmlands had vanished. The silos had long since rusted away to nothing. The barn collapsed into a pile of rotted timber.
Yet the CloverDale Farmhouse still remained.
A monument of happier times.
It had yet gone unsold, because of the high risks of flooding.
And the estate agent was getting frantic.
Such a prime piece of property, such as this wonderful, lovingly built farmhouse, should indeed be sold to the perfect client.
But none came to pass and it stood, through wind and rain, harsh winters and bleaching sunshine.
Until it's paint began to peel and fade in places.
Even a reduction in price failed to snag any buyers.
Until one bright sunny day.
Alec Thompson, desperate for a break, decided to go for a drive.
It was by good luck and good fortune that he made a wrong turn and ended up driving through some of the most beautiful countryside unimaginable.
The scenery that opened up before him was breathtaking, to say the least.
Mountains rising up towards the sky, a deep dark lake at their base and, smack bang, right in the middle of the rolling countryside.....
... a single, solitary farmhouse.
Magnificent in it's structure.
Pulling up outside, Alec gave a gasp.
Even though the paint was faded and peeling from the harsh elements, to him, it was the most beautiful piece of property he'd ever laid his eyes on.
Taking careful note of the For Sale sign hammered haphazardly into the ground outside, Alec promised to find out more about this farmhouse.
He was even charmed by the hand carved sign that read CloverDale.
This was his dream home.
Admittedly, he realised it was a fixer-upper, but that wasn't going to stop him at all.
He hadn't reckoned on finding a house. His apartment was more than adequate.
But there was something about this place that intrigued him.
He checked his cell phone, hoping to make that call right now.
Sadly, because of the high mountains, he was well out of range for his phone network.
"Oh well," he thought, slipping his cell phone back in his pocket, "that can soon be remedied."
He wandered briefly around the farmhouse, checking out it's structure and marvelled at the many terraces that jutted out all over this three-story structure.
Hopping back into his car, he took off, heading back towards work, a slight pang of regret as he peered into his rear view mirror and saw CloverDene farmhouse disappearing from view.
He hoped and prayed that it had not yet been sold.
Judging by the faded For Sale sign, it hadn't....
...yet.
But he couldn't be certain.
He really needed to know.
2 comments:
Hmmmm, an interesting start. So what does Alec have to offer to this place, and what secrets lie in his past. I hope he gets the house though, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.
Ooooh, what kind of secrets are you looking for, I wonder?
Does he have an ulterior motive perhaps?
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