There are monsters in the woods.
I have reasons to know that.
And when the townspeople find his body, disemboweled and half-devoured, they'll know it too.
The only witness, a boy of nine, won't say a word, he'll be catatonic with fear, unable to describe the thing that attacked them in the night.
They'll know a monster hunts the woods, and they'll know the danger that lurks.
And they'll hunt me.
What they won't know is what my prey was doing to that boy when I found them.
But I know, because I know there are monsters in the woods.