First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Haunting of Rookward House
An aged floorboard groaned somewhere deep in the house. Thomas lay still in the bed but let his eyelids drift open. He knew he shouldn’t give in to paranoia, but it was hard at night when the branches scrabbled at the shingles like brittle fingernails and they wind rattled the doors as though demanding to be let inside.
A distorted shadow slid across the bedroom ceiling.