This is my first fanfiction on here. So hi!

This story will consist of scenarios I've thought up for series 2 (which is coming out Autumn of of 2017).

So OC's such as Miss Maybelle Sandhill, her son Mason Sandhill, her charges Alexander, Anastasia, Griffin, Johnny, Liam, Mary-Kate, Piper Morwenna, Raymond, Rhett, and Xia. And others like the twelve Bates siblings are all mine. All the others belong to Ransom Riggs respectively. I hope you all enjoy!

And this will not take place fully in the past or present. Just to be clear.

I stood outside my old house. The one I lived in before I moved in with Miss P and the Peculiar Children. I stood in the driveway for a moments before going in.

The wooden door wasn't closed. Odd. I opened the screen door and walked in. My heart nearly stopped for a moments after I stepped inside.

There were dark crimson red blood stains all over the house on the carpet and on the wooden floor. The first deep red stroke of blood came from a spiderweb smashed mirror in the houses entry way. I decided to follow the blood it lead me to the living room. Where upon entering I found it in complete disarray. Books and been knocked off the shelves. The center frame in the glass table had been completely shattered. That's when a spotted a delicate, feminine, bloody hand-print on the wall. My mother's hand-print.

My mind went to the worst possible place. Had my father finally snapped on her and killed her? Or had the Wights returned and gruesomely killed my mother in an effort to scare me off. By the looks of it the latter was true.

I saw a long streak of blood on the (otherwise always) perfectly clean snow white carpet. It led to the kitchen. I followed it. Knowing what lay in the kitchen. My mother's dead (or almost dead) body.

I entered the kitchen. My mother lay face down, in a pool of her own blood, a pistol in her blood covered right hand.

''Jacob,'' my mother said so faintly I nearly missed it.

''What is it mom? Who did this to you?'' I asked, even though I already knew the answer as I knelt down beside her.

''The monsters, Jacob, they did this. They wanted to make it look like an armed robbery gone horribly wrong,'' my mother told me even more faint than before.

And then in that moment. She was gone. No longer among the living. She had left this world behind. For forever and all of eternity.

After that everything had become a blur. And so was the week that followed. My father had returned home and became inconsolable over my mother's death. Streams of Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, and friends of my parents had come in and out of me and my father's presence for the rest of the week. They all gave my father and I their condolences. But I spent most of the week at Miss P's with her and the Peculiar Children.

Enoch offered to bring my mother back for a bit.

''The funeral home staff would notice. And the police would get suspicious,'' I told him.

Enoch walked off his shoulders slummed.

The night before my mother's funeral Emma came into my bedroom around midnight and found me sitting on the edge of my bed looking at the moon and sat down beside me.

''Jake,'' she said quietly.

''Emma. I can't sleep,'' I told her.

''I can see that Jake,'' she replied. '' Is the reason because your mother's funeral is tomorrow?''.

''Yes. But Emma I can't shake the feeling that...,'' I trailed off.

''Can't shake what feeling Jake?'' asked Emma.

''That the Wights are back and we're going to have to go on another adventure to stop them,'' I said.

Emma's eyes widened. ''Don't be silly Jake,'' she said.

Then she leaned in and we kissed each-other softly.

So that's the first chapter! I hope you all loved it! Don't worry I will post the second chapter soon!