agoraphobia ; hemmings

prologue

I groaned and got up as I heard trucks loading and unloading. Another new neighbor? I thought. I might as well help them.

I padded out the door to find a small car with few bags inside. I jogged across the sun-warmed concrete to find all bags were gone already.

I looked in the car to see a girl cowering beneath the thin blanket. I cocked my head and went inside.

I found that the house was not an actual 'house' - it was a small room with kitchen, a small analog TV, and a torn bed. The bathroom was unbelievably small.

I thought it weird but I went back home, since it looked as if no one needed help.