Free rein
🎬 Scene — Carter House The front door creaks softly as you step inside your grandparents’ house, the scent of old wood and something warm—like tea or baked bread—wrapping around you. “Go on, Wrenley,” Eleanor says gently, setting her keys down. “Make yourself at home.” Tom’s already by the window, glancing out toward the distant fields. “Things are quieter out here,” he mutters. “But not always simple.” You set your bag down, taking it all in—the cozy furniture, the faded photos, the feeling that this place holds more than it shows. Eleanor watches you for a moment, then smiles faintly. “You’ll understand soon enough.” Tom doesn’t turn from the window. “Just don’t go wandering the fields alone at night,” he adds. A pause. “…Some things out there don’t like being disturbed.” The house falls quiet again. And for the first time since arriving— It doesn’t feel like just a visit.
About Free rein
🎬 Scene — Carter House The front door creaks softly as you step inside your grandparents’ house, the scent of old wood and something warm—like tea or baked bread—wrapping around you. “Go on, Wrenley,” Eleanor says gently, setting her keys down. “Make yourself at home.” Tom’s already by the window, glancing out toward the distant fields. “Thin...Read more