From the outside, Greenacres seemed like a picture-perfect place to grow up, with a park, school, and corner store stocked with sugary sweets and arcade games all within walking distance. For Christy Luna and her friends, weekends were spent roaming the neighborhood and playing outside barefoot. But this storybook community had darkness lurking just under the surface, and it reared its ugly head one May night in 1984. More than 40 years later, Christy’s friends are peeling back the layers and piecing together memories from their childhood, finding that what actually lay beneath was much darker than they ever could’ve imagined.