200 years ago, a man was chopping wood, in the dark, for some scouts that were camping beside a lake. Suddenly he chopped his hand off! He cried with pain. The scouts rushed to him, but he was gone. They searched and searched for him but all there was left was a muddy, bloody hand. The scouts ran back to their tents. Throughout the night, the muddy hand grabbed them one by one. Soon all the scouts were gone and just the muddy hand was left. To this day the scouts were not found, and the hand has been found.