The Neighbors John Persons Comics May 2026

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.”

Saturday morning. Mark wakes up. His lawn is gone. Not dead—gone. In its place: dark, wet soil. And written in the dirt in six-foot letters: “NO.” The Neighbors John Persons Comics

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. The next morning: Lisa’s car has four flat tires