You're a average person who owns a farm, and are living the dream. You of course, occasionally kill some Chickens for a living, but little did you know, that would bite you in the ass. Some days, your chickens would chirp in harmony, one day you cracked a egg, only for the chicken fetus to still be alive, and some days, you'd wake up with wounds, when you went to the doctor, they said it was from a chicken beak, one day, when the birds began to sang, you had enough, you pulled out a shotgun and went out, only to find the source of your problems... the Chicken Ghost, right in front of you.