First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The House of Last Resort by Christopher Golden

The rats are like fingers.
No. That’s not right. Fingers can reach out, can grasp and extend. The rats are not like fingers at all. They are periscopes, like those on submarines, each able to give its captain only a limited view of the world above. From their place below, among the dead, the lost ones can see only as far as the rats can see. But they are patient, and so they wait. And they let the rats run.
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First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Suburban Hell by Maureen Kilmer

None of this would have happened if it weren’t for the She Shed. We thought it would be a place to have our ladies’ night in peace – away from the children waking up at midnight, away from the husbands giving a cursory wave before heading upstairs to watch sports in the dark, away from the dirty dishes piled in the sink. All we wanted was a place to call our own. To have something that belonged to us. What we got was our lives and homes ripped into bloody shred.