In My Opinion

So here's my take on my Grandpa's relationship with Emma.

 

I'm honestly not to sure how I feel about it. There are so many mixed emotions. I mean obviously there's no way that she could have been my grandmother. But what if he had never left that loop to stay with her? I most likely wouldn't even be here.

 

I mean she's great (obviously. I mean, I like her),but I don't know if I can see her and my Grandpa together. Sure he was great with my grandmother, but that's all I even knew him to be with. I never would have guessed that him and Emma would have been lovers in the past many, many MANY years ago. It's the strangest thought.

 

It's really hard to wrap my head around that.

 



Meet Emma

One of the peculiar children that I've met is Emma. But she's also the most special, but not for her peculiarity (which, by the way, is pyrokinesis- the ability to create fire with the mind).

 

Her and my Grandpa were lovers in Miss Peregrine's home. That is, until my Grandpa decided to leave the "loop" (the place in the universe where these children never age, very "Peter Pan"-esque). Once he left the loop, he started to age and then fell in love with the woman who was my Grandmother. That obviously was the end of the relationship because once my grandpa left, he came to America, never to see any of the children again.

 

I have the sense that she doesn't belive me that I'm not my Grandpa. She keeps calling me Abe because none of the children want to believe that I came from him, nor can they believe that he aged and would be old enough to have children, let alone GRANDchildren.

 

I kinda like her though. She's really pretty and she's super protective of the other children, kind of like an older sister figure. She does have quite the temper though.

 

There's just something different about her...

 



So I Met These Kids...

If my Grandpa were still alive, he would have a lot of explaining to do.

 

I've recently met this girl Emma. She's one of the peculiar children. At our first encounter, she thought I was my Grandpa. She kept calling me "Abe" no matter how many times that I told her that it wasn't my name. I literally thought I was dreaming at first because I had absolutely no idea where the voice was coming from. And then, when I looked up from where I was in the basement of this horrid house, there were at least a dozen kids looking down at me from the hole in the floor on the first level of the house. I knew I had recognized them from somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. I thought maybe from some TV show or some crappy movie that Ricky had made me watch. But then it hit me.

 

They were the children from the pictures.

 

They were real, and Grandpa wasn't lying.

 

Or were they?

Things Get Weird Across the Pond

 

So here I am, in Poland. I have absolutely no friggen' idea what I'm doing here or what the heck I'm getting myself into. My dad and I are staying above this bar, and he's acting crazier than usual. I'm pretty sure he's hiding something from me.

 

 

STORY TIME.

 

I think I've found the house that my Grandfather grew up in. But let me tell you, it's probably the creepiest house that I've ever seen. It's literally falling apart to badly that I feel like if I sneeze anywhere near it, it'll just fall apart. To make things worse, there's a torrential downpour at this point which doesn't make me feel any better about the situation. I walk in, and there's a giant hole in the floor that goes right down into the basement. Or the gallows. At this point, it wouldn't surprise me. But what do I decide to do? KEEP WALKING AROUND. I could literally fall and die at any moment, but hey. Can't say I didn't try. The even better decision is to walk UPSTAIRS. These stairs have to be hundreds of years old, with absolutely no maintenance done to them in that entire span of time. The entire house looked like a war zone (duh) and it was pretty depressing. There were old toys that were beyond repair, old moldy crayons, and old classic books that were completely ruined onshelves that were so bowed I don't think that they could hold anymore weight than they already were.

 

The problem is, I don't even know what I'm looking for.

 

Wish me luck,

 



Grandpa Portman's Pictures

So let's talk about these pictures.

My Grandpa had this really old cigar box that was filled with super old pictures of these children that he talked about so much. They were all wrinkled and yellowed, and you can tell that they've been in his possession for many, MANY years. 

I'd noticed that I've never seen the same picture twice, which is pretty impressive I guess. I guess it means that I've also never heard the same story twice, which is true because Grandpa always had a way to twist things around and create all new descriptions. 

But now that I'm older and I think back on all of the stories and pictures, are they true? Could my Grandpa have made all these pictures him self or gotten them out of some weird SciFi magazine? Is he truly crazy, or is he actually telling some sick, twisted truth?

I guess we'll just have to find out...

Let Me Tell You About My Wacky Grandpa

Pardon my language, but my grandpa is bat-shit CRAZY. 

Let me explain.

Ever since I was a little boy, my Grandpa has told me these stories about his childhood where he lived in this home with all these different kids who had weird talents or features. "Peculiar" would probably be a better word. 

I always wanted to believe these stories because as a young boy, of course I believed them. What young kid doesn't look up to their grandparents! He even had all of these pictures to back him up.

But now as I'm getting older, I'm becoming a little bit more doubtful about his stories. But also as I get older, I realize that he's basically just becoming more senile and really just needs to take his meds.

He's really starting to worry me, and I'm genuinely concerned for his safety and his well being, especially with him living alone. 

Until Later-