Hello, readers!  I hope you’re all enjoying reading our 31 Scary Story Nights as much as I’m enjoying sharing them!  Tonight’s story, The Tale of Three Finger Jed, comes from one of my fellow iHorror writers.  His name is Jacob Davison and this particular tale is one he was told every year at the summer camp in New Hampshire, and insists it used to terrify him every time he heard it.

It’s a perfect campfire tale and I’m so happy to share it!

***Writer’s Note:  We here at iHorror are big proponents of responsible parenting.  Some of the stories in this series may be too much for your little ones.  Please read ahead and decide if your kids can handle this story!  If not, find another story for tonight or simply come back to see us tomorrow.  In other words, don’t blame me for your kids nightmares!***

The Tale of Three Finger Jed as told by Jacob Davison

I attended Camp Tevya in Brookline, New Hampshire for most of my elementary/middle school years. And like any good Summer Camp, it had a lake, bunks, color war, and a boogeyman. Whenever we’d assemble around the bonfire we’d hear The Tale Of Three Finger Jed.

Before Tevya was a summer camp, it used to be an ice manufacturing factory. They’d box up and ship out the ice from the lake. Many workers living on-site.
One of the workers was a woodsman named Jed. He was a loner. Living by himself in a shack in the woods. Hunting animals and then making his prey into jerky to last longer. One day, he got caught in the Pre-OSHA machinery that processed the lakewater into ice, getting mangled and frozen in the process. His icy corpse sinking to the bottom of the lake. All that was left was his left ring finger and his right middle and index fingers, left behind by the machine.
The foreman didn’t want to get police involved, and since Jed was a loner, he figured no one would care that he died. The days went on quietly, continuing to freeze and ship out the ice. Until the hot Summer nights of July arrived.
Workers near the lake began mysteriously disappearing. Every night, someone would vanish in the midst of the heat. So too, the foreman was also gone. Arming themselves, a group of workers went to investigate. Finding a mysterious, wet trail, they followed it to Jed’s old shack. Discovering, to their horror, all the missing workers and the foreman: dead and mutilated. Mangled and their bodies being dried out to be made into jerky. Strangest of all, three fingers were missing from every body. The left ring finger and the right middle and index fingers.
It was not long after that when the nights began to cool and the murders stopped. But the damage had been done and the factory closed down. They say that Jed’s frozen corpse rises from the lake on the hottest nights of summer, thawed until the temperature lowers and he returns to his watery, icy grave. But when he rises, he’ll be looking for victims to preserve and store, and those fingers to replace the ones he lost…
Did I tell you or what?  That story begs for a campfire and roasted marshmallows!  I hope you’ve enjoyed this installment of 31 Scary Story Nights.  Don’t forget to join us tomorrow for another chilling tale!