657 Arrowhead Trail

Every house has a story, but this one feels like it’s waiting for you to write the ending.
The house waits. It holds its place on just over half an acre, the yard level and open beneath a Carolina sky. In the distance, the mountains rise in a soft outline, steady and familiar, like a shadow that never leaves. The hum of town lies close, the interstate only minutes away, yet here the noise fades into quiet.
Inside, the light is deliberate. It falls through new windows, steady and calm, filling 1,316 square feet with a sense of readiness. The front door is new as well, closing with the weight of security. Three bedrooms and one bath anchor the home. Yet there is also another space, waiting without definition. It could serve as a fourth bedroom, a study, a den, or a place of retreat. Its silence is not emptiness but anticipation.
The deck stretches wide at the back, strong, ready to hold laughter or solitude. At the far edge of the property, a storage building stands as a quiet sentinel, keeping its secrets.
Beneath the house, unseen but constant, the crawl space has been fully encapsulated with a dehumidifier, a safeguard that works in silence, keeping what matters most dry and secure.
Everything here is in place. The rooms. The land. The quiet. The promise. Only the ending waits to be written.