Horror First Line Game

Jim! Glad to see you slumming down here with the Hounds again.

I ducked down as the first of the armored vehicles in the convoy rolled past, flying the American flag in spite of the last few Minute Men waiting patiently for them to roll into our ambush.

wow...much to my own horror (ha ha) none of my horror stuff starts in anything where the first line is particularly remarkable. The closest I have, because it is from an old contest and the contest forced you to use a first line of theirs) still depends on the first paragraph to convey any context:

[FONT=Times New Roman,Times,serif][FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]The world was filled with blood: roiling, boiling, unending sticky redness. Men killed for fun, for money, for sex, and for God and country. Andre Petrovitch was preparing to kill a man in order to protect his daughter, who, although he loved her dearly, was obviously unable and unwilling to protect herself. Protecting her was arguably a far better cause than greed or nationalism or religion, but still, these facts did little to comfort him. He was an old man, and he hadn't killed in years. He had left that behind him. Besides, this time he might not survive himself.[/FONT][/FONT]

There was blood on the door knob, in spatters leading across the bedroom and into the bath where a thin red mist still hung in the air.

Funny how all my friends are dead.

Have you stuck your fingers down your throat? Have you chewed them all down to the second knuckle? Good. Now find a place to spew those bones, and a reason.

If you're not careful, blood has a tendency to coagulate in your throat.

Most days, it would be a bad thing to see your own bones.

The last thing that went through Kevin's mind as the zombie lurched forward and clamped its teeth in his neck was the .357 Magnum bullet fired by Susan who he had hoped to help out by taking the lead down the hallway.

The snow fell gently, pulling sound from the air, and reddened as it settled over the bodies of the freshly dead.

There was no light, no sound, no excitement as the death of the world began.

"Let me out," it screamed, but Sara only realized at the last moment that the voice was coming from her stomach.

It was a wrongness in the world, so wrong that dogs barked when it came around the corner, lurching and blind but so intent on a destination.

As he shuddered with the intensity of his climax, he noticed that Diane's leg had started coming off at the hip.

The air shuddered, thickened, and groaned as Michael drew the Sword of God from its sheath.

Out of so many reasons to be wrong, David X had to find the deadliest one, that of having stumbled onto the truth.

He wouldn't stop screaming. Oh,well. I've never been one to let anything ruin my dining experience. I cracked his femur open,sucking up the rich and sweet marrow.

The pilot looked back at us as the helicopter lurched, something thick and heavy splashed against the front canopy, and the engine's roar suddenly climbed into the high-C range. "Butterflies," he yelled over the intercom. "They're giant frikkin' butterflies."

FOTSGreg said:

The pilot looked back at us as the helicopter lurched, something thick and heavy splashed against the front canopy, and the engine's roar suddenly climbed into the high-C range. "Butterflies," he yelled over the intercom. "They're giant frikkin' butterflies."

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That was goood

I knew it was going to be a bad night when I came home, opened the front door and immediately smelled shit and saw my wife's raggedly severed hand laying on the living room throw rug, wedding ring glistening in the faint light from the porch.

Whatever was in the house with her liked the dark.