The old well on the Robinson property had been an eerie presence, a relic from the past, obscured by weeds and the passage of time. Lydia remembered how Ethan, as a child, had spoken of it with an unsettling certainty. It had been sealed long before they adopted him, a safe distance away from the house, overgrown and forgotten. Yet, to hear Ethan describe it back then, it was as if he had seen it all unfold.
Years passed, and Ethan’s childhood tales had become less frequent but never truly faded from his consciousness. He grew up wrestling with the persistent feeling that his real mother was somehow connected to the well. While others brushed off his stories, Lydia couldn’t shake the disquiet they left behind. Daniel, pragmatic and skeptical, had always believed it was a combination of childhood fantasy and the trauma of being adopted.
