Compass Needle: MPHFPC

They thought it was all over, they thought they had won, they thought that they were safe, but it is only the Beginning. MPHFPC


1. One

My breaths were ragged and shallow. I was no longer in my room but in a dark train station. My eyes landed on a shadow on the wall that was too terrifying to forget. As a large black tongue slid out from the corner there was a familiar painful twinge in my stomach. I tried to talk to it but I couldn’t find the words. I looked into the darkness for a way out but there was nowhere to go. The noise of a train began to grow louder with every second that ticked by. I looked around frantically for some type of weapon that I could kill it with but there was only a rusty old bench that I knew I couldn’t lift on my own. My eyes then caught a silhouette standing in the darkness. I called out to it, pleading it for help.

Then it emerged from the darkness, and I recognized the familiar face of my grandfather, but this wasn’t he one I knew. It was the one that appeared to me in my dreams. The one I saw in the yellowed photographs. The one that resembled me.

“Yacob,” His voice came out in a harsh whisper, almost inhuman. “It is coming”

“W-what’s coming?” I asked, unbearable fear growing inside me.

“They say you’re more than me.” He whispered slowly as the black tongue lassoed itself around his neck.

“Yacob, you must understand, it is my fault. I thought you were ready, how was I so wrong.”

“W-what are you talking about?” I asked, panicking.

“It is not finished yet Yacob!” He chocked “They aren’t finished!”

“Who? Who are you talking about?” I asked.

“It is just the beginning.”

“The beginning of what?” I asked hurriedly but my grandfather had no time to answer as the hollow tightened his grip and my grandfather fell to the floor.


“Jacob”, a familiar voice echoed, ripping me away from my dream. It was Emma, she was sitting at the edge of my bed, she moved her hand towards mine and our fingers locked. “You were having a Night mare again weren’t you?” worry spread across her face and her hands began to grow warm. I nodded my head in agreement and she pecked me on the cheek for comfort. 

“He was here . . . . I mean. . . . I mean he was in my dream again” I muttered and hung my head. Emma shuffled over to my side and rested her head on my shoulder. “He said that ‘it’s coming’ and that ‘They aren’t finished’ but I don’t know who ‘they’ are, I mean all the wights are dead, aren’t they?’ I looked Emma in the eyes waiting for an answer but she only stared at me blankly. “Great, now even my girlfriend thinks I’m crazy” I cover my face with my hands. Emma chuckles

“Well,” she starts “you know you’re not crazy, you’re peculiar. You can control hollows, remember” I smirked but kept my face hidden. “Your one of us Jacob, and you know that” she nuzzled her face into my neck, I could feel her warm breath against my skin, it was comforting but it didn’t make me feel any better.

“Oh get a room you two!” I shoot up to see a book floating in mid-air.

“Millard . . . . I forgot that you were here” I felt my face go red.

“Always forget the invisible boy.” The book slammed shut and I heard him storm out of the room.

“He’s so dramatic” Emma giggles and hops off the bed. “We better head down stairs for breakfast otherwise the bird will be expecting”

“Expecting what?” I jump off the bed myself a put on a shirt.

“Something” She giggles and walks into the hallway, I follow after.


Everyone was on their new phone when I sat down on the esky cooler that acted as my seat (we don’t actually have enough seats for everyone so we had to improvise). Miss peregrine had always dislike when her charges talked about the present but they didn’t actually have a choice. Miss Peregrine had lost to her 77 year old battle of trying to convince the children that the past had all they needed and had bought them all phones and a whole new closet of cloths. Were she had got the money from, I don't know and I didn't really feel like asking.

As I looked around the table I noticed that Hugh was missing, again. He hadn’t come out of his room in days, he mainly sulked about Fiona’s death and continuously said that she was still alive, and to make matters worse, he shared a room with Enoch and of course he just loved to list all the reasons why Hugh and Fiona could not long be together. For example: “Even if she was alive, her age wasn’t reset so she would just age forward and die” or “for a drop that high she would have died even if she used the trees to cushion her fall”. See, Enoch is a terrible person on the inside and out.


The smell of bacon and freshly squeezed orange juice filled the room as Miss Peregrine came out with her hands full of delicious treats. Everyone looked up from their phones and gazed at the towers of toast and eggs as it was set before them.

Once we had mopped up the yolk on our plates Miss Peregrine kicked us all outside saying that we were to addicted to technology and we needed a breath air otherwise we were going to be turn into ‘chubby sofa spuds’ (I think she meant coach potatoes, but anyway), she glared at Enoch, we all knew that he had gained a couple of pounds and his overalls weren’t helping him hide it at all.

For the first hour or so we sat on my fence in the front yard and counted all the cars that drove past, it wasn’t that entertaining but it pasted the time. Eventually the younger ones got bored and started to complain, kicking at our feet and throwing pebbles at our backs, it was irritating but we didn’t move, we were to bored to care. Once the girls couldn’t find any more stones they strolled off casually giggling to themselves, probably acting all strong so Enoch wouldn’t tease the, how as I so wrong?

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