*Warning: Minor spoilers ahead*
It starts off innocently enough: A Black mother prepares a snack for her toddler in an isolated suburban home. Then along comes this random stranger, who innocently plays with the family's dog. But then she starts to sing Stephen Foster's "Old Black Joe." The dog mysteriously vanishes. The baby starts to cry. And suddenly, this visitor doesn’t look so friendly.
At this point I’m already on edge, waiting with bated breath for the ultimate jump-scare or some kind of release—but it never comes. Instead, that palpable tension just continues to build and, at the end of the first episode, I’m still left holding my breath.