You know, I really didn't see that twist at the end.
The hunter becomes the hunted. I wanted to see what ELSE was up in that killer's tree-house. What a phucking little monster. And he's nabbed pets too?! PEOPLE, DON'T LET YOUR CATS OUT AT NIGHT. Aside from the ecological havoc they can do, my fellow men are dicks and can cause harm to them
I'd also like to send kudos to the author. I appreciated your creativity, describing (without gore) how insects, worms, and flowing water can strip a skeleton - with time. By not showing us what was hidden under the rocks, it let my adult brain run wild. Your protagonist was an artist.
Happy Halloween, everyone. Get a chance to listen to Goblins (#618). Um, I was rooting for the elderly couple. Now if you excuse me, I have to go to the fridge.