Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

It couldn’t have been a coincidence, which meant
that the photos my grandfather had shown me—that
he’d sworn were of children he’d known in this house
—had really come from this house. But could that
mean, despite the doubts I’d harbored even as an
eight-year-old, that the pictures were genuine? What
about the fantastic stories that went along with them?
That any of them could be true—literally true—
seemed unthinkable. And yet, standing there in dusty
half-light in that dead house that seemed so alive with
ghosts, I thought, maybe …
Suddenly there came a loud crash from somewhere
in the house above me, and I startled so badly that all
the pictures slipped from my hands.
It’s just the house settling, I told myself—or caving
in! But as I bent down to gather the photos, the crash
came again, and in an instant what meager light had
shone through the hole in the floor faded away, and I
found myself squatting in inky darkness.
I heard footsteps, and then voices. I strained to
make out what they were saying, but I couldn’t. I didn’t
dare move, afraid that the slightest motion would set
off a noisy avalanche of debris all around me. I knew