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