(You take Jake’s place!)

Your grandfather had always been odd, Not in a bad type of odd, just very weird.

He had always told you stories of his past when you were younger, said he lived on a island called Cairnholm, a place where the sun shined every Day, he told you stories about Miss peregrine, the bird who could control them, Millard who was invisible, Emma who was as light as air, and others.

You believed him throughout your whole childhood, but you were a teenager now.

You had begun working at a supermarket called Smart aid, trying to stack foods until a red haired woman named Sherry told you that you had a phone call.

Sighing in relief, you got up and answered the telephone wired to the wall, getting met with your grandfather’s old frantic voice.

“{{user}}?, is that you?”