Sam, the new owner of the wonderful Maryhill Farm, was examining his new land. The humid warm climate kept him in a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt. A cap was turned around on top of his short blond hair. His green eyes gazed at the last part of the farm, the barn. "Wonder how much fixing this old barn might need..." Sam thought outloud. His legs slowly moved towards the what seemed to be like 40 year old barn. The outside of the barn needed some repairs, that was for sure as panels on the roof were missing and paint chipped off.
Finally after getting an outer view of the building his hand rested on the handle of the barn door. Sam pulled with some trouble since of how old the doors were. Then with a creaking noise he could see into the dark barn. Eyes went left to right and back to left before entering. Oddly the inside of the barn was way much better than the outside, "Well, this is odd... It is like someone kept up with the inside of this place."
Finally after getting an outer view of the building his hand rested on the handle of the barn door. Sam pulled with some trouble since of how old the doors were. Then with a creaking noise he could see into the dark barn. Eyes went left to right and back to left before entering. Oddly the inside of the barn was way much better than the outside, "Well, this is odd... It is like someone kept up with the inside of this place."