The Red Door

Step into the summer of 1929, where young Mollie Mae Cutright, a girl wise beyond her years, unearths a mystery that transcends time. Guided by an uncanny connection to the past, Mollie and her loyal friend Howard discover hidden treasures—a collection of silver buttons, ancient coins, and a beautifully engraved silver box. But these aren't just relics; they're fragments of a forgotten story, hinting at a past intertwined with the French and Indian War and the earliest settlers of Buckhannon. As Mollie delves deeper, her dreams become vivid gateways to another life, revealing faces and experiences that feel intimately familiar yet utterly new. Will these unearthed secrets lead her to a truth that redefines her reality, or will they only deepen the enigmatic bond she shares with the past? Begin your journey into 'The Red Door' and uncover the secrets that lie beneath.

The Red Door

Step into the summer of 1929, where young Mollie Mae Cutright, a girl wise beyond her years, unearths a mystery that transcends time. Guided by an uncanny connection to the past, Mollie and her loyal friend Howard discover hidden treasures—a collection of silver buttons, ancient coins, and a beautifully engraved silver box. But these aren't just relics; they're fragments of a forgotten story, hinting at a past intertwined with the French and Indian War and the earliest settlers of Buckhannon. As Mollie delves deeper, her dreams become vivid gateways to another life, revealing faces and experiences that feel intimately familiar yet utterly new. Will these unearthed secrets lead her to a truth that redefines her reality, or will they only deepen the enigmatic bond she shares with the past? Begin your journey into 'The Red Door' and uncover the secrets that lie beneath.

Even as a young girl, the sweet smell of magnolias and the cool shade of a tall tree were special to me. I enjoyed pretending I was an adult and that I knew what it meant to be calm and appreciative of simple things. There were many days I felt that I was a thirty-year-old woman trapped in the body of a young girl. On the days I got the urge to learn to cross stitch instead of play tag, I thought maybe I was meant to be eighty, and skip all the childish things.

But then there were the days I spent wandering in the woods just east of the Buckhannon River, digging in the dirt with Howard, the round-faced, sandy-haired boy that I called my best friend. It was days like that when I was reminded of my true age.

For as long as I can remember, I've felt more in tune with the past than the present. I've always found an unexplainable feeling of nostalgia and comfort in tangible objects that were rich in history, the kind of objects that transport you to a different time and place by simply being in their presence. One of my earliest memories is from the day I found one of those objects. The first of many that I collected were silver buttons I found near an old sycamore tree just off the river. It was the first time Howard and I had wandered that far from home, and it was weighing on my six-year-old conscience until I saw the faintest glimmer of silver in the dirt next to my bare feet.

"Come on Mollie!" Howard hollered at me through the trees, "You're gonna get in trouble!"

"Wait a minute!" I hollered back, digging as fast as I could in the damp, cool soil.