i wanted to like this more than i actually did. My main issue with it is the disconnect i felt with the protagonist after a certain point.
Stories where a character becomes obsessed with something, possibly influenced by some dark force from that something, slowly becoming insane, depend a lot on how this process is told, on how gradual and bit by bit this crash in reality is, and this is where i get a bit annoyed with Hob's Barrow. It just didn't feel like this character was ever reaching a breaking point, sure, she kept making stupid decisions, but because of the acting and the writing, they felt more like dumb mistakes, and not the red flags of someone becoming more insane.
It's a weird nitpick, i know, but the madness of obsession is the whole point of these types of stories. The gradual thinning of the borders of reality, madness and the supernatural should be a slow build up, but a build up still. Meanwhile we have our protagonist in an underground graveyard with magic plants and goats made of shadows, but acting calmly and chill (till the last cutscene at least). Quite a fumble for a folk horror that seemed so cool