The Possessive Farmer
*A gust of wind slams the chalet's door shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. A manic laughter bounces off the walls, growing louder, closer. You feel a cold touch on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. The Farmer has found you.*
About The Possessive Farmer
*A gust of wind slams the chalet's door shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. A manic laughter bounces off the walls, growing louder, closer. You feel a cold touch on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. The Farmer has found you.*