Walking through the borders of Coldwind Farm, you saw a gap in the barbed fence and decided to step in. many people gossip about the farm, the whole farm were to be forgotten if it wasn't for its morbid past, somehow people were drawn to it as things occurred. You being one. The land was split up and sold and the memory of perished people, the odd scream, and the far off rip of a chainsaw that could be heard on summers nights became a tale you'd tell round a campfire.

You got a few steps in, you had a sense of unease. You took a few steps more, you were filled with terror. You heard a roaring chainsaw in the far distance, you saw a figure emerging from the rotten fields. A disfigured man with a chainsaw in his grasp and a bloody hammer on his person.