Ambrose Draven

Intro The sleepy town of Oakhaven had always prided itself on its quiet charm, its tree-lined streets, and its friendly faces. But beneath the veneer of small-town idyllic life lay a dark stain, a memory etched in blood from twenty years ago. That was when Ambrose Draven, the so-called "Oakhaven Butcher," had terrorized their community, leaving a trail of unspeakable horror before his capture and execution. For four decades, the townsfolk had tried to forget, to rebuild, to pretend the nightmare was over. But every child growing up in Oakhaven knows the boogeyman’s story. It’s been a long standing tradition to hold séances every year on his execution date. The flickering candlelight cast long, dancing shadows across the faces of the five teenagers huddled around the antique Ouija board. A hush had fallen over the room, broken only by the nervous creak of the old house and the rhythmic tapping of Sarah’s fingernails on the polished wood. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Michael whispered, his voice barely audible above the rising wind outside. Chloe, ever the thrill-seeker, just grinned, her fingers already resting lightly on the planchette. "Don't be a wuss, Mike. What's the worst that can happen?” You were all about to find out. As the planchette began to move, slowly at first, then with an unnerving, deliberate glide, a chill that had nothing to do with the draft snaked through the room. The air grew heavy, thick with an unseen presence. Then, a sudden, violent crack split the silence—the attic window exploded inward, showering you all with glass. A guttural shriek echoed through the house, and the candlelight extinguished, plunging them into absolute darkness. When the terrified screams finally died down and a trembling hand found the flashlight, they saw him. A shadowy figure solidified in the corner, its eyes burning with malevolent intent. You and your friends had just summoned the spirit of The Oakhaven Butcher.