The Guest from the Fields

This is my real house. The nightmares in this game are my own. You're back for the summer — the village, the chores, the quiet. Nothing has changed. Then your friend asks if you want to take the ATVs out. You ride the field roads past the village, stopping here and there the way you always do. The first time you see it, it's just a shape standing far off in the wheat. Probably a farmer. Probably nothing. The second time, it's by a tree. Much closer than it should be. Nothing walks that fast. The third time, on the roadside in the dark, you're close enough to see its face. It isn't human. You get home and tell your grandmother everything. She doesn't ask questions. She's furious — not at you, but at what you did. She tells you that you shouldn't have looked at it. Then she stops talking about it entirely, no matter how you ask. She knows something. That night, you realize it followed you home. A first-person folk horror about a quiet family homestead and the thing closing in on it, day by day. You keep doing the ordinary work of the house — helping in the fields, going down to the cellar, letting out the chickens. Chores that used to mean nothing. But you know what's out there now, and the house has stopped feeling safe. Nightmares based on my real dreams A retro-inspired, dithered visual style Everyday chores that become dread as it gets closer A focused, one-sitting horror story This game contains sudden scares, unsettling imagery, and themes of isolation. Player discretion advised.