Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

Chapter 1: Grandpa...

A woman with short, ginger hair was sat in the drivers seat of a white car, as she pulled into a foggy street.

Sat next to her was a boy about aged sixteen: He had dark, brown hair and bright blue eyes. His name was Jacob Portman.

The two were heading towards the young Boy's grandfathers house after recieving an alarming call from him.

The street was foggy and the road ahead was practically invisible.

A tall, dark-skinned man then emerged from the misty path and the woman swerved the car immediately in order to avoid hitting him.

The two inside the car gasped at the sudden appearance as their eyes widened. The young boy looked out the window to see that the man was already staring right back at him.

The figure stood outside had fully-white eyes with no pupils whatsoever. He glared at the teenager as the vehicle passed by him.

"That guy gave me the heebie-jeebies." The woman shuddered as she stared at the road ahead.

The two arrived at a small bungalow and the car pulled into the driveway. Jacob stepped out and approached the front door before knocking firmly.

"Holler if you need me." The woman told him as he nodded at her swiftly.

"Grandpa?" he called out, but he was responded to with silence. Seeing as there was no response, he took out a spare key from inside his jacket and inserted it into the door.

He quickly pushed it open to be met with piles of mess as if someone had fought and struggled inside the building. His eyes widened as his legs carried him through the home to face more and more mess.

He entered the back room and saw that the glass of the garden-door had been broken through. He ran outside and called for the woman. "Shelley!"

The ginger-haired girl wasted no time in getting out the car upon hearing her name being called and she ran towards the back of the house.

"What's going on?" she questioned as she looked at the boy.

"Someone broke in." He informed as he looked at the shattered glass. "I've an a.38 in my car. You wait right there." she instructed before running off to her car.

The young boy rubbed his hand along the back of his neck as he turned around to view the forest which lurked ahead of the broken gate.

Wait...Broken gate?

His eyes narrowed as he crept closer to the edge of the garden. Surely this gate wasn't torn before...was it?

He came to a halt when a torch, with blood coating the handle, came into his view. It was resting just outside the gate and the teen took ahold of it, the red liquid smearing his hand.

Jacob looked down at his palm and let out a shuddered breath before making his way into the tunnel of trees and mist.

He shone the flashlight straight ahead and gasped when he heard the plants thrash against each other. He didn't let his nerves get the best of him as he continued to venture through.

Not so long later, he was faced with his grandfather who was face-down on the floor with a bloodied carving-fork held tightly in his hands.

"grandpa!" He cried out as he dropped to his knees. The teen let go of the light and pushed his Grandad onto his back.

The older male no longer had eyes within his sockets, and it appeared to be pure darkness in them. Jacob yelped as he covered his mouth out of shock.

He immediately pulled out his phone and dialed the emergency number. "911. What's your emergency?" A lady's voice sounded from the device.