Deep in the woods on top of a desolate hilltop stood the most haunted cemetery ever known, called "Haunted Hills Cemetery." The trees surrounding it grew twisted and gnarled, their branches reaching toward the graves like skeletal fingers desperate to pull the living down into the earth. No birds sang in those woods. No animals dared tread there after dark. Even in the harsh light of noon, the cemetery seemed to exist in perpetual twilight, as if the sun itself refused to fully illuminate that cursed ground. Legend has it that in 1855, a man by the name of Jester Flats was the new Sheriff in town. One thing the townspeople had no idea about when Jester Flats was appointed the new Sheriff of Deadsville was that the Sheriff had his own view of how he wanted to bring law and order in the town of Deadsville. His way would be utilizing an ax—a massive, double-bladed instrument he kept honed to a razor's edge, its handle stained dark with the blood of those who had fallen beneath its terrible arc. He was the most feared Sheriff the town of Deadsville has ever known, and the sound of his boots echoing down the wooden boardwalk was enough to send shopkeepers scrambling to lock their doors and mothers rushing their children inside. According to the son of the Sheriff, just after he was born, Jester's wife was caught in bed with another man in his own home. Jester happened to forget his ax that day and never left home without it, but this day would be a day he'd never forget. Jester noticed a horse tied to a tree next to his house, its flanks wet with sweat as though the rider had arrived in great haste. Jester didn't like the looks of it, so he cautiously opened the front door of his house and heard laughter coming from his upstairs bedroom—the kind of laughter that cut through him like shards of ice. Jester took his ax out of the closet, running his thumb along the blade until a thin line of blood appeared, and went upstairs to investigate. Each step on the staircase seemed to creak louder than the last, announcing his approach like a death knell. Jester slowly opened the bedroom door, and there, lying on his bed, was his wife and another man, their bodies intertwined in betrayal. Jester started yelling at them both and said, "You both know how I feel about sleeping with another man's wife!"