Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

He could see the monsters. The moment she said it,
all the horrors I thought I’d put behind me came
flooding back. They were real. They were real and
they’d killed my grandfather.
“I can see them, too,” I told her, whispering it like a
secret shame.
Her eyes welled and she embraced me. “I knew
there was something peculiar about you,” she said.
“And I mean that as the highest compliment.”
I’d always known I was strange. I never dreamed I
was peculiar. But if I could see things almost no one
else could, it explained why Ricky hadn’t seen
anything in the woods the night my grandfather was
killed. It explained why everyone thought I was crazy. I
wasn’t crazy or seeing things or having a stress
reaction; the panicky twist in my gut whenever they
were close—that and the awful sight of them—that
was my gift.
“And you can’t see them at all?” I asked her.
“Only their shadows, which is why they hunt mainly
at night.”
“What’s stopping them from coming after you right
now?” I asked, then corrected myself. “All of us, I
mean.”
She turned serious. “They don’t know where to find
us. That and they can’t enter loops. So we’re safe on
the island—but we can’t leave.”
“But Victor did.”
She nodded sadly. “He said he was going mad