Billy Neighbor Novels & Stories

Lander none so eloquently spoke out, what was one every one of the brother's minds as they happened upon the clean destruction that had been visited upon the area. Billy's home was simple to look at, a cabin that possibly held three rooms looking in from the outside, while there was a wide fence that bordered the eastern field and an open area to the left of the home that was obviously where Billy cultivated his bees and the honey that he had sold to all of the villages in the Clan Lands. Tall, outlines of slightly yellow misshapen ovals and blocks stood there, and to Ezekiels the discordant....and distressed, broken sound of buzzing could just be heard. When visiting Billy's home in the Pas

William said. “Change your clothes, I’ll show you something,” Billy said and left the room. They drove to a cemetery, confusing William because the place was near the mountains and far from the city. “Why did you bring me here?” William said. “Follow me,” Billy said, they got out of the car, and like a dog, William just followed Billy’s orders, walking behind him without knowing what brought them there. “Actually whose grave do you want to show me?” William said and Billy's steps stopped, right in front of two beautifully decorated graves, grass growing lushly on it and the flowers looked very fresh as if they were replaced every day.

On her desk, there was a piece of paper that Tilly read out loud. “Till, be back soon. Had to make a home visit. I won’t be long. Then we will get lunch like planned.” She sighed and put the note back on her desk. She sat down for a moment and spun around the desk chair as she waited. I wondered why I was seeing this, but after a few minutes of nothing going on, Tilly stood up and her eyes wandered over to the cabinet across the room. I could feel her nervousness as she processed something.

Steve nods at me as if to say hi but just keeps walking, still talking with my friends, passing me, like I don’t matter at all. … I’m sitting on my porch swing when I hear a car pull in the driveway next door. I keep my back to the house, hoping if I do, they’ll just disappear. “Hola, Emily!” Brenda calls from next door. It’s not her fault her son is a jerk, so I figure I don’t have an excuse not to reply to her.

she continued. “That’s not a good joke,” he said. “I think I might see him again tomorrow,” she said. “I’m going to end this call now,” he said. “Don’t, please!” she said. “What was that?” he said. “I have a seven-year old neighbor who wants to take me to their mother and son school affair. It’s so crazy!” she finally admitted. Billie didn’t say anything. “His name is Billy like B-I-L-L-Y,” she said.

Billy’s mouth dropped open. He turned around and looked at Jodi again. “You know her, don’t you? All of you do. How do you know her?” “Turns out . . . you’re in love with me and Jackie’s cousin,” Jodi answered with a smirk. Billy’s hazel eyes widened. “Your cousin. She’s a Garvey?” he said with astonishment. This was too much of a coincidence. Jodi had mentioned cousins who lived across the country, but she had never talked about them in detail.

“And I didn’t like that. I didn’t like sharing their thoughts with ghosts.” Aurora’s voice came out in a whisper, dread crawling up her spine. “What… what did you do?” Billy smiled again, softer this time. “I sent them to my brothers.” Her stomach dropped. “What?” Aurora breathed, horror seeping into every syllable. “A little gas accident,” Billy said lightly. “The house exploded.” He tilted his head, almost thoughtful. “They were sleeping peacefully. And I was at the neighbor’s house for a sleepover. Perfect timing.”

Boris held up the included drawing for the camera, a blocky scarred head drawn on lined notebook paper in pen, and then looked directly into the camera. “Well, Billy Johnson of 802 Fairmount Street, the big white house with blue shutters and an oak tree out front . . . All you really need to know about me is that I have sharp teeth. Sharp teeth and a taste for blood. Look out for me under your bed. And if I’m not there . . . check under your mother’s!”

She was used to quiet nights, stars, warm porches—not city rooftops, neon lights, and mysterious neighbors. Inside, the elevator hummed as it climbed to the tenth floor. Ruby watched the numbers light up one by one. Eight. Nine. She swallowed hard. Ten. When the doors opened, music hit them. Loud, pulsing, rhythmic. Not rude, not angry—just… wild. The hallway lights flickered red and gold compared to the calmer lights downstairs. Ruby stepped out carefully, clutching her backpack. At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time.

* * * [A/N] Thanks for reading. Billy has issues, but it looks like he’s Leveling Up in his own way. Who can guess what the plan is?