"Ah suburbia. The place where the grass is well manicured, the pies are freshly baked, and the social and sexual repressions are deeply, deeply buried. Since the beginning of suburbanization post-World War II, the suburbs were seen as the endgame of the American Dream; a place where families could shelter themselves from the outside world in a warm blanket of homogeny.
The rose colored glasses every suburban Homeowners Association handed out however obscured the reality of the suburbs. They aren't safe havens protecting middle-class Americans from the ills of society. They were exclusionary enclaves that denied a way of life to countless families who didn't fit into their cookie-cutter world. This bred its own uniquely American style of hate, dictated by prejudice and inequality, that are a perfect storm to surface a horror story.
Because of this dichotomy – safe spaces that ain't so safe – horror has used the suburbs to leverage the creeps for the past forty years."
