October 31, 1851.  East Bridge, New York.  Twin siblings, Charles and Mildred Wells, were born… or rather… unleashed into this world.  They were beautiful children… on the outside.  Inside a playful desire to torture and maim festered and grew.  Their childhood was rather uneventful or so one would believe.   

Coincidentally, around the same time, items in the town began to go missing.  First it was simply small valuables and then beloved pets.  But it was when their children started disappearing the frightened townsfolk finally took notice.   Rumors began to spread throughout East Bridge that the Wells were somehow to blame.  However, no proof could be found.

After the death of their mother, Charles and Mildred were trained by their father, a mortician, to take over the family business.  This however, only lasted a short while.   The twins abruptly left East Bridge after their father died under… ‘suspicious circumstances’.

It was 1875 when the twins arrived in Ravens Gulch, just outside of Erie.  Back then, it was a booming coal mining town with a large transient population of coal miners.   Saloons and businesses sprung up along Main Street catering to this thriving town and its inhabitants.   It was here that Charles and Mildred set up The Wells Funeral Home which was followed a year later by The Wells Hotel.  It was an immediate success, accommodating any weary traveler or local miner looking for a drink and a cheap room.

So many people came and went through Ravens Gulch, it was easy for these two to carry out their macabre games of torture and death.  They built a series of tunnels underneath the town and adjacent corn fields to allow them freedom of movement unseen.  Here the twins would delight in stalking their prey through the corn, striking from the shadows and quickly retreating.  They loved to toy with their hapless victims.  A quick blade to the leg… another to the arm; like a symphony of terror they would slowly and methodically terrorize them until they collapsed broken both physically and mentally.    

The flood of 1890 revealed the tunnels that the Wells had used to carry out their mad games and an investigation was started.  But before any formal charges could be filed, the twins disappeared into the night.   It was believed they had run off, perhaps to set up shop elsewhere.  However, considering what happened in the years after their disappearance, one has to wonder.  Slowly, the town’s population began to dwindle.  Some folks left of their own accord… others, well… no one knows for sure.  There was still an evil presence hanging over the town and no one wanted to stay.  By the turn of the century, nearly ten years after their disappearance, all that was left was a ghost town.

Or so it seemed. The Wells still play their wicked games on those reckless enough to wander into what remains of Raven’s Gulch. Their appetite for torment has not diminished, and their influence continues to seep through the town’s rotting bones. But in recent years, their domain has been disturbed. Their power, once unchallenged, has stirred something ancient - something powerful. And very, very angry.

From her realm of Yenzachervo, the witch Dumitra first sensed the disturbance. Her own magic had begun to wane, trickling away into some unseen abyss. Furious and curious in equal measure, she traced the siphoning across planes of existence… all the way to a forgotten mining town in the human world. What she found there appalled and intrigued her - Charles and Mildred Wells, unknowingly leeching from her power, feeding their twisted games with stolen energy. She descended upon Raven’s Gulch not to share… but to reclaim what was hers.

With her coven of nightmare-walkers and cursed acolytes in tow, Dumitra has spread her dark influence across the town and the surrounding cornfields, saturating the land with her cruel magic. But the Wells were never ones to yield—not to gods, not to death, and certainly not to interdimensional witches. Enraged by her intrusion, they have struck back, summoning their loyal monstrosities, awakening the dead beneath the soil, and calling upon the Romani mystics camped just outside town—beings with debts and dark allegiances of their own.

Now, Raven’s Gulch is a war zone - a battleground between two evils vying for dominion. Creatures beyond human reckoning stalk the ruins. Screams echo from the tunnels below and are swallowed by the rustling corn above. The buildings are shattered and the streets run red with something thicker than blood. Those who enter, whether drawn by legend, curiosity, or fate, become unwilling soldiers in a war between horrors. And as the battle rages with no end in sight, one thing is clear: victory is uncertain, and the town itself may be the only true winner—feeding on the suffering, growing stronger with every soul claimed.