In the shadowy woods of Oakwood Hollow, the legend of the Chicken Man loomed large. With a beak for a face and feathers sprouting from his flesh, he stalked the night, hungering for flesh. One moonless night, a group of curious youths dared to venture into the woods. They never returned. Only their screams echoed through the trees, a chilling reminder of the Chicken Man's insatiable appetite for terror.