Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children Oneshots

Claire's Nightmare

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I realized there was a mistake here. I switched chapter 1 and 3 but forgot to delete the heading. The picture was meant to be with chapter one. So was the heading. I fixed it sorry if anyone got confused.

Slightly shaken up and with a cautious stance, Claire tip toed down the stairs with a doll in hand. The dark had always scared her, with it's mass full of the unknown. She hurried past the kitchen where the shadows seemed to move about, but of course were only looming there, ready to pounce.

Finally, Claire had arrived at the door. She had to convince herself not to run upstairs and join Olive in their welcoming bunk bed they shared. Knocking on the door, Claire waited becoming increasingly nervous. Claire knocked again and when nobody replied she entered. The basement was dark and an oil lamp lay extinguished on the ground. She climbed down the stairs, but in her haste hadn't looked were she was stepping. Suddenly she found herself tumbling down the last couple stairs having tripped over a jar of something Claire rather not identify. Claire knew the way by heart having walked on it about a thousand times before and she closed her eyes, so she wouldn't have to face the threatening shadows.

Once, Claire arrived at the bedroom she knocked again. It wasn't actually a bedroom of course, he shared one with Hugh upstairs. Enoch had always said being below ground made him feel safer, but Claire wasn't sure what this had meant. Bronwyn has given her the simplest of explanations,"He's been through a lot in the war. Nothing for you to worry about little magpie." This hadn't satisfied Claire and she went to go explore.

"Enoch, are you in here?" Claire called into the darkness. Another oil lamp lay abandoned next to a mound of blankets in the center of the room.

"Enoch, Enoch wake up. Please." Claire shook the 13 year old boy awake.

"Go away." He grumbled, but Claire persisted and asked him,"What do you do when your scared?"

Enoch seemed put off by the question, but then quickly changed pace. He replied,"And who put you up to this. Bronwyn ain't it." His thick polish accent came through with his anger. His harshness made Claire anxious and she replied.

"Wyn don't tell me to come. Enoch, I had nightmare and you always seem to like the dead, so I think maybe. It was so dark and, and.." Claire burst into tears,"Could you help me?"

Claire admitted all of this so fast and it surprised her. Enoch sat up and shifted Claire onto his lap. He lit the gas lamp gently and covered the lamp with his arm and said,"The dark might seem scary at first. It is what we don't know. But always remember, what comes with this is something to discover." Enoch surprised even himself with these words. It sounded like something that would be on a cheesy advertisement.

Enoch took his hand away from the light and held it up above his head. Claire looked up with her eyes filled with wonderment. The ceiling was filled with all kinds of drawings. They had everything you could imagine on it.

"You can draw!"

"So, I can. Now, I am sleep deprived and was rudely awoken, but you're welcome to sleep with me if you like."

Claire giggled and snuggled up next to Enoch, whom blew the gas lamp out. Claire thought about the events of the night. The nightmare, the idea to visit Enoch, the scary trek here, the love she was given. She knew tomorrow Enoch would be back to being his sulky self, but Claire had learned a valuable lesson. One that she wouldn't forget soon.