You know what it's like when you step into a room and every head swivels in your direction? How quickly the comfort you've become used to as you move around in your skin, in this world, can be unsettled. You followthe GPS map, wondering why a wedding re…  | By Luisa A. Igloria on July 16, 2024 | You know what it's like when you step into a room
and every head swivels in your direction? How quickly
the comfort you've become used to as you move around
in your skin, in this world, can be unsettled. You follow
the GPS map, wondering why a wedding rehearsal dinner
would be held near a cemetery—but this is a small town
in the midwest, blond as the silk wrapped around the corn
growing thick and high in summer. After three wrong
turns, you pull into a driveway hoping to ask for directions.
There is a subgenre of horror whose elements include
an isolated rural setting, superstition and suspicion;
folk who band together against outsiders stumbling into
their community. This is the point where the odds are
even: either nothing could happen, or anything could happen.
You'd hear the wind blow through the fields, an animal bleating
in the trough; the click as a weapon is chambered and cocked. | | | |
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