The Neighbors John Persons Comics File

“They moved in on a Tuesday. That was the first mistake.”

A quiet cul-de-sac at dusk. Identical houses with different shades of beige siding. A single figure stands on a perfectly manicured lawn: John Persons , 40s, plain gray sweatshirt, holding a pair of hedge clippers. He’s not trimming anything. He’s just standing there, staring at the house two doors down. 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” “They moved in on a Tuesday

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. A single figure stands on a perfectly manicured