The Institute by Stephen King

Within the center of the night, in a house on a calm road in rural Minneapolis, interlopers quietly kill Luke Ellis’s guardians and stack him into a dark SUV. The operation takes less than two minutes. Luke will wake up at The Organized, in a room that looks a bit like he possesses, but there’s no window. And exterior his entryway are other doors, behind which are other kids with extraordinary talents—telekinesis and telepathy—who need to this put the same way Luke did: Kalisha, Scratch, George, Iris, and ten-year-old Avery Dixon. They are all in Front Half. Others, Luke learns, graduated to Back Half, “like the cockroach motel,” Kalisha says. “You check-in, but you don’t check out.”