Deeply Disturbed, some what grossed out, left with more questions than answers. I think that to me is what horror is. Fantasy is learning about the dragon's 57th cousin, and 300 pages of what the girls are wearing (damn you Robert Jordan), horror is about two people entering, a series of screams, and one person crawling out, only to be snatched back up just as he or she thinks there is hope. You don't know why, or how, or really what.
I honestly have no idea about what was really going on here. Was it the end of the world? Was this some kind of deamon unleashed to turn living things (horny elk, suicidial chipmunks, dead hunters) mad? Was this just some kind of crazy inner delerium that the author had?? Good story, but i don't think i will be listening to it again any time soon. It already did its job.