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W1wd fanfic

since I haven't seen any fics of this game I tried my hand at one.

it's not violent or anything too bad don't get your hopes up

Hannah always had a soft spot for farming, despite the groans she’d make as a kid when her mother would call her from her room she shared with her sister to help tend to the animals. And although she tried her hand at other types of work to make money on the side, she always found herself longing for the old, sometimes rusty, shovels and plows of her home. It was that longing that brought her to her newest career endeavor: farmhand. The job had been given to her by her father, who, as charming as he was, managed to convince a local son of the soil that perhaps he would benefit from the hardworking, caring woman that was his daughter (who just so happened to be single too). She had been needing a job anyhow. Because her original plan of being married wasn’t fulfilling itself anytime soon, her older sister beating her to it, Hannah would take any opportunity to leave her parents home. So off she went to a secluded farm that was placed deep in the countryside with nothing but a suitcase of a few personal items and clothes. The farm was like the ones that played a starring role in cheap horror films, the type of films that Hannah was never allowed to watch. Her father had given her little to no information about this new job. Other than the name of the man whom she was working for, Daniel, Hannah was utterly clueless about her employer. However, she had always thought of strangers as friends she hadn't met.

In front of Hannah stood the dated farmhouse she’d be staying at. A large house it was, with a slightly rotten front deck and dark vines crawling up the white paneling of the outside walls. She placed two small knocks on the front door. After a few minutes of no response, Hannah was about to knock once again. But as she leaned over, the door flung open to reveal her newfound boss. She was quick to introduce herself. “I’m Hannah, pleased to meet you.” Hannah stuck out her right hand for him to take. Her action was met with a blank stare from the man. While he stood there, Hannah took the time to observe him. He was quite muscular, seemed like he didn’t need a farmhand at all, and was wearing a white tank-top, blue jeans, and a blue baseball hat. “Your new farmhand.” She reminded him. Had her father not even bothered to give him her name? Daniel stared at her, then looked at a small photograph, seeming to compare the two before stepping away from the doors entry, gesturing for her to come inside. At least her father had bothered to give him a picture of her.

Hannah wiped her shoes on the front mat before pulling her suitcase inside. Daniel seemed to take no time in leading her to her assigned room. As she struggled with her luggage on the stairs, Hannah tried her hand at smalltalk with him, anything to at least know something about him. “So, what do you do for fun around here?” Hannah asked. “Don’t do much.” He shrugged, not looking in her direction. “Neither do I.” She muttered nervously. Her plan wasn’t working as well as she wished.

The interior of the house was dated, to say the least. All the doors, chairs, tables, and various other furniture items were made from dark wood, and the small glimpse she got of the living room revealed a couch and two other seats with a vintage floral pattern. Along the staircase walls were pictures of what seemed to be Daniels family members. And the carpet below them looked worn, the maroon color fading in certain places. Not to mention her room that Daniel led her to. It was a hallway across his own, and the only form of light was a tiffany style lamp. “You’ll stay here, most days I’ll wake you up early. Come back to the property by 9 if you leave. And don’t go into the small red barn, there’s nothing for you in there. No matter if you hear or see anything, if I catch you snooping, you will face repercussions.” His tone was awfully stern when he spoke about the barn. Hannah would be lying if it didn’t make her a little curious. “No problem, I won’t even think about it.” She grinned in his direction, but his expression remained cold. “Goodnight.” Daniel announced before leaving Hannah alone in the room.

Learning to deal with Daniel was certainly… A task. Hannah was always slightly extroverted, so it bewildered her how indifferent the man she was working for was. They'd sometimes eat dinner together, but it would be in silence, since he would on no occasion be in the mood to converse with her. He never went out of his way to help her with anything unless she seemed to be doing a certain task “unbelievably wrong”, and words weren’t something he was very skilled with. In fact, Hannah couldn’t remember him ever saying something longer than a couple words to her except for the warning to stay away from the small red barn on the far edge of his property. That gosh darned barn, with its mysterious noises and the late night trips Daniel would take to it, how could she not want to look inside it? Maybe her boring older sister, she’s shure Alice would mind her business.

One night, while the weather was still enjoyable, and the animals were still outside, Hannah still traversed the animal pens, taking in the sweet breeze that would pass by every once in a while. The sky was a beautiful shade of dark blue, and Daniel seemed to be sound asleep. Originally, she was going to just watch the sunset and head back inside, that’s what she told him. But as if there was a magnetic force pulling her, she stepped closer and closer to the small, run-down barn. Hannah swore she heard something fall from that direction. Only more reason to go see. Her mind wandered on what it could be, really anything, but what would be so serious to stop her from going in? Slowly and with soft steps, she stood in front of the barn. There was breathing, it sounded ragged through the walls, and a horrible stench of… she couldn’t describe it well. It smelled like a mix of copper and rotten something, but there was the smell of hay that made its way into her nose too. Hannah carefully placed her hand on the door handle when something grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Daniels' heavy voice ran through her ears and triggered a panic inside her. “N-Nothing, I swear, Daniel!” She cried out, louder than she should’ve. “Don’t you play dumb now. It’s a shame, I didn’t think you'd do this. I was starting to think you were a nice, God-fearing woman. A real pretty one at that. Guess the only thing you should be fearing right now though, is me.” He grabbed her right arm and dragged her along the farm to the tune of Hannahs apologies. “I didn’t-” She was thrown onto the floor of the farmhouse kitchen. “You didn’t see anything,” He stared her down. “So I trust you, as much as I shouldn’t, to stay away from the barn. Unless you want to end up as pig feed.” Hannah stumbled her way back onto her feet, and with a scared expression, nodded. “Yes, I-I understand.” Daniels' gaze remained stern as he spoke again. “Goodnight, Hannah. Don’t ever try to test me like that again.” He turned away and walked into the living room to stare at the fireplace from the couch. Hannah quickly hurried back to her room upstairs. What he was keeping in the barn, she didn’t know it was so serious.

She crawled into her bed, refusing to glance out her window, because if she did, she’d be tempted to go back out, to actually open the door. But Hannah had been taught a lesson by Daniel, too bad she was never one for learning.

Hoped you guys liked it! Idk if there's an audience for it

link to it on ao3 if you feel so inclined to give kudos or comment on there :)

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