The farm had failed years ago. The owners had just picked up one day and left. Not even the real estate market wanted it.
She had grown up next to it. She always wanted to explore what was inside, but of course her parents didn’t allow her to. She was a good little girl.
The neighbourhood boys didn’t care what their parents told them, they just went wherever they wanted. She tried to find out about the farmhouse, but they bragged and refused. It was too much for her; she had to see.
She wished she hadn’t. They bullrushed her as soon as she did.
Friday Fictioneer‘s prompt.