Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

The girl’s expression soured. I was wretched
looking, damp from rain and dust-covered and
squatting in a mound of debris. Whatever she and the
other children had been expecting to find inside this
hole in the floor, I was not it.
A murmur passed among them, and they stood up
and quickly scattered. Their sudden movement
knocked something loose in me and I found my voice
again and shouted for them to wait, but they were
already pounding the floorboards toward the door. I
tripped through the wreckage and stumbled blindly
across the stinking basement to the stairs. But by the
time I made it back to the ground floor, where the
daylight they’d stolen had somehow returned, they
had vanished from the house.
I bolted outside and down the crumbling brick steps
into the grass, screaming, “Wait! Stop!” But they were
gone. I scanned the yard, the woods, breathing hard,
cursing myself.
Something snapped beyond the trees. I wheeled
around to look and, through a screen of branches,
caught a flash of blurred movement—the hem of a
white dress. It was her. I crashed into the woods,
sprinting after. She took off running down the path.