sk ten people in Ravenmoore where the child-sized yellow cottage came from, and you’ll get ten different answers.
Some say it was built by the fey as a home for lost childhoods.
Some say Casco Bay herself made it from a broken dream.
Some claim it shelters small forest spirits, who use the cottage like a holiday home.
But the oldest story, whispered while lanterns burn low, says this:
Long ago, a child vanished into the pond.
Trent
Lost but not drowned.
Changed but not gone.
And sometimes, when the moon reflects perfectly on the water, a faint silhouette can be seen inside the cottage — small, soft, glowing.
The cottage, they say, waits for that child’s return.
Or guards the world from whatever they became.
Either way…
The little yellow cottage watches. And waits. And chooses when to open its door.
If you ever walk the path by Casco Bay Pond and see the cottage’s curtains flutter as though someone inside is peeking out…
If the door cracks open just a hair…
If you hear a kettle humming without fire…
Don’t be afraid.
Just kneel a little — make yourself small — and leave something gentle on the step:
A berry.
A flower.
A marble.
A folded wish.
The cottage appreciates kindness.
And it never forgets a gift.
Not in Ravenmoore.
Not ever.
