Sunny tried to ignore the words on the paper. They had been there when she sat down, but no one would believe that, would they? This never happened when her mother or sister or even the therapist (whom they’d insisted upon) was near — only when she was alone. The therapist had even tried hypnosis “to induce the automatic writing.” It didn’t work because Sunny didn’t do the writing.
The ghost did it. Her mother (etc.) didn’t believe that, either. This time, he’d stuck with something he was known for. “It was a dark and stormy night . . . ”
Author’s Note: My introduction to Bulwer-Lytton’s famous opening line actually came via Snoopy, then Madeleine L’Engle. I always wanted to put my own twist on it.