“Bloody Fingers” A campfire story

In the shadow of the majestic Grand Tetons, there lies a secluded campsite known to few, draped in legends and whispered tales. This is the domain of the ghostly figure known as “Bloody Fingers.”

Years ago, in these very mountains, there lived a rugged and skilled lumberjack named Thomas. He was a solitary man, known for his exceptional strength and his unmatched skill with an axe. But one fateful stormy night, a twist of fate turned his life into a tale of horror.

While chopping wood in the dense forest, a sudden and fierce lightning storm surged through the Tetons. A lightning bolt struck a tree nearby, startling Thomas so severely that he lost his grip on the axe, and in a tragic turn, he severed his own fingers. Panicked and in agonizing pain, Thomas stumbled through the dense underbrush, his blood painting a macabre trail on the forest floor.

The tale becomes murky here; some say he succumbed to the elements, others whisper of more sinister fates. But one thing remained certain: Thomas was never seen again. Since then, his tormented spirit, known as Bloody Fingers, is said to wander the Grand Tetons, eternally searching for his lost fingers.

Campers have reported eerie sightings of a shadowy figure with hands dripping blood, wandering the moonlit forest. Some have heard the haunting echo of an axe chopping in the dead of night. The most bone-chilling encounters involve waking up to a blood-stained handprint on their tents, a sign of Bloody Fingers’ presence.

Legend has it that if you dare to whisper into the night, “Bloody Fingers, have you found your fingers?”, a deep, mournful voice might reply from the shadows, “No, have you seen them?”. Those who claim to have seen him speak of an overwhelming sense of dread, a cold that lingers in your soul long after the encounter.

The mystery of Bloody Fingers is woven into the fabric of the Grand Tetons. Some dismiss it as mere campfire lore, a story to spook the unwary. Yet, those who have felt his presence know there is something more, something lurking in the dark, silent forests of the Tetons.

So, if you find yourself camping in the shadow of these grand mountains, remember the tale of Bloody Fingers. Tread carefully and respect the whispers of the night, for you never know what might be lurking just beyond the reach of your campfire light.