His eyes glanced at the house on the left and then at the one on the right. Each of them were older, but very well cared for.
The boy looked back at his yard. The grass had not been watered or mowed in many weeks and looked like it was dying. His eyes looked intently for a moment down the side of the house. The bushes were dark and foreboding. He hoped his bedroom wasn’t on that side.
A moment later, he heard a window opening somewhere in the bushes. His eyes grew larger as a hand pushed a couple of branches aside.