Co-showrunner Michael Peterson hascompared the episode toPsycho, and its packed with nods toThe X-Files famously disturbing Home.
But it feels so classicallyBones-y that Im a little bit comforted anyway.
Vintage elements of the series Booth and Brennan in trench coats!
Credit: Patrick McElhenney/Fox
Heart-to-heart chats on the walkway above the lab!
weave through the episode, lending something warm and familiar to an otherwise chilling story.
Then again, Ive watched Home enough to know that familiarity is its own kind of weapon.
Its easy for a killer to strike when youre sleeping with your front door unlocked.
Or closet door, in Christines case.
Booth and Brennans daughter is having trouble sleeping; shes convinced that theres a monster in her closet.
She wont be the only one having nightmares after this weeks case.
The killer posed Allisons body.
He lived with her corpse for six months after her death.
He re-applied her lipstick and dressed her in old-fashioned clothing.
HE SPOON-FED HER DEAD BODY SOME PORRIDGE, MASS HYSTERIA.
Also in her purse is a dog-eared Bible with the verses on punishment marked.
Allison rejected every one of his applications.
And he definitely has the house of a killer.
Make that 12 cats; one of them, whose hairs were found on Allisons body, is missing.
(Aubrey: You think he ate him?)
George is waiting for them upstairs though not under the bed, which is kind of a missed opportunity.
(I considered going with pump shotgun, but that seemed like a bit much.)
Aubrey and Karen promise to protect him if hell tell them what he knows, but George wont talk.
He hangs himself before the end of the episode.
NEXT: Some strings attached
The dead bodies are piling up around here, and Brennan blames herself.
They werent around to solve the crime.
Shes rattled, especially because its so easy for her to understand how this killer thinks.
They both see dead bodies as people.
There are holes in the bones that dont line up to the rest of the evidence.
Its the creepiest scene of the hour.
Back at home, Brennan listens to Buffalo Gals of her own accord and then wonders why shes jumpy.
Everythings okay too okay for the end of this hour.
Now hes across town in a basement full of marionettes, zooming in on a still of Brennans face.
Im tired of serial killers who fixate on Brennan, but can you blame them?
