The | Neighbors John Persons Comics

Mark laughs. Throws the charter away. That Friday, no corn. Instead, he leaves a note: “John—let’s talk this out like adults. —Mark”

John Persons sits alone in his living room, watching TV. The screen shows a live feed of the empty house two doors down. He takes a bite of a tuna noodle casserole. He smiles. Barely. The Neighbors John Persons Comics

That night. Mark and Lisa are in bed. Lisa whispers, “He’s weird, but harmless, right?” Mark shrugs. “Just a loner.” From their window, they see John Persons’s silhouette standing perfectly still in his backyard. Facing their house. Not moving for three hours. Mark laughs

Want me to continue this as a full serial or turn it into a comic script format? Instead, he leaves a note: “John—let’s talk this

Flashback: A moving truck. A young couple— Mark and Lisa —unpacking boxes labeled “KITCHEN” and “LIVING ROOM.” They smile at John Persons, who is watching from his porch. He gives a small, almost invisible nod.

Mark runs outside. Every other house on the cul-de-sac has a single can of corn on the porch. Gleaming. Untouched. John Persons stands on his own porch, hedge clippers in hand. He clips the air once. Snip.