A ghost hunter visits Frog Ledge, Connecticut in The Icing on the Corpse by Liz Mugavero. What would he think of this house? Add your opening line. Photo by Dixie Westphal Kurtz

Edith: The telltale stripes on the siding were a dead giveaway, so to speak, that the cottage was occupied by a force not of this world. And with the tornado blowin’ in, I might or might not survive to record it.

Liz:  My friend and I had accepted a dare to spend a night in an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. We were looking forward to it, even though it looks a little creepy. It’s not like this is a horror movie or something.

Julie: They drove up, and parked outside the house.

“What?” he asked.

“I never should have put you in charge of the vacation rental,” she hissed.

“It’s going to be fine,” he said.

Boy, was he ever wrong.

Jessie: When she bought a fixer-upper, sight-unseen, she was prepared to hire a roofer, a plumber and a mason. What hadn’t been part of her plan was the need for an exorcist.

Sherry: I stood looking at the house that had haunted my dreams for the past ten years. I’d thought coming back would end them but I was wrong. Dead wrong.

Barb: She pulled the front door closed and locked it. The Dodge was already packed. “Good-bye, house.” She kissed her fingertips and rubbed them lightly on the door frame. “I’ll be back soon.”

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