Story Prologue

The sun had set on the small town of Sherville, Alabama, casting a warm orange glow across the countryside. Ferglot Amblerge, a towering Ogre farmer, was making his way home after a long day of selling his harvest at the local market. He looked forward to seeing his wife, Cytrel, and sharing with her the news of his successful day.

As Ferglot approached his farm, he noticed something was wrong. The air was thick with an eerie silence, and the usual sounds of his livestock were absent. Ferglot's heart began to race as he stepped closer to his home.

He could see something hanging from a tree in the distance, and as he got closer, he realized it was his wife, Cytrel. Ferglot's world shattered in an instant. His wife, the love of his life, was dead, and her lifeless body hung from a tree like a grotesque ornament.

Ferglot's mind raced as he tried to make sense of what had happened. Who could have done this? Why would anyone want to hurt his wife? In a fit of rage and despair, Ferglot lost his sanity.

He grabbed his pitchfork and set out into the night, seeking revenge for the death of his beloved wife. As he roamed the countryside, his mind consumed with grief and anger, Ferglot became known as the Impaler, a monster who impaled his victims on stakes as a warning to others.

Rural Alabama October 29th, 1950, 11am

Ferglot Amblerge sat at the kitchen table, a wide grin on his face. "Cytrel, can you believe it? Our crops this year have been the best we've ever had!"

Cyntrell smiled weakly, her hand resting on her stomach. "Yes, Ferglot, it's wonderful. But there's something I need to tell you." Ferglot's smile faded as he looked at his wife. "What is it, Cyntrell? Is something wrong?"

Cyntrell hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Ferglot, I'm pregnant. We're going to have a child." Ferglot's eyes widened in surprise, and then he grinned again. "That's fantastic news, Cyntrell! We'll have a little one to help us with the farm."

Cyntrell smiled weakly again, but Ferglot didn't seem to notice her hesitation. After lunch, he loaded up his truck with their bountiful harvest and set off for town to sell their crops.

As he drove down the dusty road, Ferglot couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his hard work and the profits he would make from the sale of his crops. But little did he know that he would never see his wife alive again.

However, later that evening, everything changed. When he returned, he found his home in disarray and his wife's body gruesomely hanging from a tree outside their home.

Ferglot as devastated. His heart shattered into a million pieces, and he fell into a deep despair. But as the days went on, his sadness turned to anger, and his anger turned to a burning desire for revenge.

Ferglot, fueled by his rage, began to seek out those responsible for his wife's death.

Ferglot VS Bill

The scene opens with Ferglot Amblerge, a towering Ogre, running through the dark woods of rural Alabama. His eyes are wild with rage, and his breath comes in ragged gasps. He is a man possessed, driven by the need for revenge against those who killed his wife.

As Ferglot emerges from the woods, he sees a farmhouse in the distance. It belongs to Bill Ginley, a rival farmer known for his prejudice against trolls and Ogres. Ferglot's mind races as he considers the possibility that Bill may have had something to do with his wife's death.

Ferglot approaches the farmhouse, his massive frame casting a long shadow in the moonlight. He pounds on the door, and it swings open to reveal Bill, a small, wiry man with a sneer on his face.

"What do you want, Ogre?" Bill spits, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Ferglot doesn't answer. Instead, he charges at Bill, his massive hands closing around the farmer's neck. Bill struggles, but Ferglot's grip is too strong. He lifts Bill off the ground and slams him against the wall.

"Did you have something to do with my wife's death?" Ferglot growls, his eyes blazing with fury. Bill gasps for air, his face turning red. "I don't know what you're talking about!" he wheezes. Ferglot's grip tightens, and Bill's eyes bulge in terror. "Please," he gasps. "I swear I had nothing to do with it!"

But Ferglot doesn't believe him. He squeezes harder, and there is a sickening crack as Bill's neck snaps. Ferglot drops the lifeless body to the ground and stands there, breathing heavily, his hands still clenched into fists.

The camera pans out to show the farmhouse in the distance, the moon casting an eerie glow over the scene. The only sound is the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the only movement is the slow, steady rise and fall of Ferglot's chest as he stands there, consumed by his rage and grief.

All Hallows Eve Ferglot strikes again.

The next scene opens with Mrs. Petera Miller, a middle-aged woman, sitting in her living room in Ogley Heights, a quiet outer suburb of Sherville, Alabama. She is dressed in a dark spooky yet sexy Halloween costume of Mulgara Mistress of the dark (a fictional movie female character who resembles Elvira) and is passing out treats to the trick-or-treaters who come to her door.

Suddenly, a breaking news alert appears on her television screen. The news anchor reports that a farmer named Bill has been killed by a crazed killer Ogre named Ferglot the Impaler. Mrs. Miller's heart sinks as she realizes that she knew Bill and that he was a good man.

As she turns to warn her family about the Ogre, she hears a loud banging on her front door. She cautiously approaches the door, peering through the peephole. To her horror, she sees Ferglot the Impaler standing on her doorstep, his massive frame casting a long shadow in the moonlight.

Mrs. Miller's heart races as she realizes that she is face to face with the killer Ogre. She quickly slams the door shut and locks it, but she knows that it won't hold for long.

She frantically searches for a weapon, settling on a large kitchen knife. She grips it tightly as she hears Ferglot pounding on the door, his roars of rage echoing through the house.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Ferglot charges into the room. Mrs. Miller screams and lunges at him with the knife, but Ferglot easily knocks it out of her hand.

Mrs. Miller backs away, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows that she is no match for the Ogre, but she refuses to go down without a fight.

Just as Ferglot is about to grab her, the sound of police sirens fills the air. Mrs. Miller breathes a sigh of relief as she hears the police storming into the house. Ferglot manages to escape into the night, but Mrs. Miller is safe. She collapses onto the couch, her body shaking with fear and adrenaline.

The camera pans out to show the quiet streets of Ogley Heights, the moon casting an eerie glow over the scene. The only sound is the distant wail of the police sirens, and the only movement is the slow, steady rise and fall of Mrs. Miller's chest as she tries to calm herself down.

Sherville Police Department November the 1st 1950 1:34 pm

Sheriff AL Parker sat at his desk; his brow furrowed in deep thought. His officers stood around him, waiting for him to speak. "Boys, we've got a real problem on our hands," he said, his voice low and serious.

"What's going on, Sheriff?" one of the officers named Daniel Carter asked. "Farmer Bill Ginley was found dead this morning," AL replied. "And it wasn't just any old murder. This was the work of a crazed Killer Ogre (Ferglot the Impaler.")

"What are we going to do, Sheriff?" another officer asked.

"We need to find Ferglot and bring him to justice," AL said. "But we need to be careful. He's cunning and dangerous, and he won't hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way." The officers nodded, their faces grim.

"We'll need to organize a search party," AL continued. "We'll need to comb the countryside, looking for any signs of Ferglot's whereabouts. And we'll need to be armed and ready for anything."

The officers nodded again, their hands instinctively reaching for their guns. "Alright, boys," AL said, standing up from his desk. "Let's get to work. We've got a killer to catch."

The officers filed out of the room, their faces set in determination. They knew that the next few days would be dangerous and unpredictable, but they were ready to do whatever it took to bring (Ferglot the Impaler) to justice.

The next scene opens with Sheriff AL Parker and his team of police officers combing the streets of Sherville, Alabama, in search of the killer Ogre, Ferglot the Impaler.

The streets are semi deserted, and the only sound is the crunching of leaves underfoot as they search for any sign of the dangerous creature. Suddenly, they receive a call on the radio. It's Mrs. Petera Miller, the woman who recently had a life and death encounter with Ferglot the Impaler on Halloween night.

She has information that could help them catch the killer. The police officers rush to Mrs. Miller's house, their guns drawn and ready for anything. They find her sitting in her living room, still visibly shaken from her encounter with the Ogre.

Mrs. Miller tells them everything she knows about Ferglot, including his motive for killing Bill and his connection to his Ogre wife, Cytrel. She also describes his appearance and the weapons he used.

Sheriff Parker listens intently, taking notes and asking questions. He knows that this information could be the key to catching Ferglot and bringing him to justice. As they prepare to leave, Mrs. Miller warns them to be careful.

She knows firsthand how dangerous Ferglot can be, and she doesn't want anyone else to get hurt. The police officers nod grimly, their faces set in determination. They know that this is a dangerous mission, but they are willing to risk everything to catch the killer.

The camera pans out to show the empty streets of Sherville, the moon casting an eerie glow over the scene. The only sound is the distant wail of police sirens as Sheriff Parker and his team set out to catch Ferglot the Impaler