The Neighbors: Sample One

Andrew Morrison sat in his father's beat-up pickup and scowled. This was nothing like what he had imagined. Drew didn't know Mickey well; he never had. That alone made this entire thing a crazy idea—something that normal people backed out of at the last second. Run, run as fast as you can. But the people who ran always had a place to run to; that was the exact thing Andrew lacked. Place. Somewhere to go. This is it, he told himself. This is freedom.

Freedom wasn't as pretty as he had hoped...