Despite being warned in advance, I shudder at the director's excellent ability to tell a story. When you see those familiar street signs, gas stations, single-family houses, and sparsely populated living environments (it still happens in Pennsylvania!), you realize that it's not an anecdote that has nothing to do with you. It's a real possibility in life right now. You don't know what's hidden in your friend's closet, what's behind your next-door neighbor's cramped basement door, or the identity of the postman who knocks on your door when you're home alone. Not to mention that in this country, there are various unbroken Lan Keer Zodiacs and the like. On sale, a pistol is only $150, the price of a cell phone. Also, real demons don't care about tools.
It is this hazy and specious feeling, coupled with suspense and unknown, that makes people terrified. Superman monster alien invasion and Doctor Evil? We can handle this. But the most undetectable. It's the same kind, it's survival anxiety. Roosevelt said that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself. Perhaps only the perpetual hope of the protesters, as implied by the whistle at the end of the film, can lead us to a breakthrough.
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