The scariest movies are the ones that don't rely on blood and gore. Sometimes it's better when the blood and gore is left up to the imagination. To imply it rather than to show it. Assuming that this isn't an archeological dig, how did the bones get there? What happened to the people, why are some bones broken? What kind of sick person would arrange the bones of the people that he killed like objects for sale in a display case? Or maybe it wasn't a person that killed them. That kid wants to know, he's interested, and he's come up with a million reasons for how those bones ended up in that tent. Watching a Danny Torres drive his tricycle down hotel hallways was scarier than watching tourists get tortured in an Eastern European hostel.