He kicked the door open and crawled out, heart hammering. Behind him, the Neighbor stepped through the shattered window. He tilted his head, that awful, silent curiosity on his face. Then he looked at the car. Then back at Nicky.
Tonight, he wasn't running on foot.
The engine growled, a low, guttural sound that didn’t belong in the sleepy cul-de-sac of Raven Brooks. Nicky tightened his grip on the wheel—a rusty steering column he’d jury-rigged from a lawnmower and the neighbor’s own abandoned sedan. hello neighbor car mod
And smiled.
He pressed the pedal. The car lurched forward, shredding through a hedge. Red lights flashed in the rearview—the Neighbor’s eyes, glowing like brake lights, chasing on foot. But for once, he was falling behind. He kicked the door open and crawled out, heart hammering
Silence.