The Neighbors John Persons Comics · Direct & Deluxe

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.

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.

The next morning: Lisa’s car has four flat tires. No punctures. Just… flat. On her windshield, a single playing card: the Ace of Spades. Mark calls the police. Officer replies, “John Persons? Yeah, we don’t go there. Read the neighborhood charter, sir.” The Neighbors John Persons Comics

“The old neighbors knew the rules. Wave, but don’t talk. Mow on Sunday, not Saturday. Never, ever look in the basement windows after 9 p.m.”

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. John Persons sits alone in his living room, watching TV

Want me to continue this as a full serial or turn it into a comic script format?

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

“The neighbors come and go. But John Persons remains. Always watching. Always waiting. Always… neighborly.”