Coraline

inside.
    ‘I’m glad you like it,’ said Coraline’s other mother. ‘Because we’d like to think that this is your home. You can stay here for ever and always. If you want to.’
    ‘Hmm,’ said Coraline. She put her hands in her pockets and thought about it. Her fingertips touched the stone that the real Misses Spink and Forcible had given her the day before, the stone with the hole in it.
    ‘If you want to stay,’ said her other father. ‘There’s only one little thing we’ll have to do, so you can stay here for ever and always.’
    They went into the kitchen. On a china plate on the kitchen table were a spool of black cotton and a long silver needle and, beside them, two large black buttons.
    ‘I don’t think so,’ said Coraline.
    ‘Oh, but we want you to,’ said her other mother. ‘We want you to stay. And it’s just a little thing.’
    ‘It won’t hurt,’ said her other father.
    Coraline knew that when grown-ups told you something wouldn’t hurt it almost always did. She shook her head.
    Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head drifted like plants under the sea. ‘We only want what’s best for you,’ she said.
    She put her hand on Coraline’s shoulder. Coraline backed away.
    ‘I’m going now,’ said Coraline. She put her hands back in her pockets. Her fingers closed around the stone with the hole in.
    Her other mother’s hand scuttled off Coraline’s shoulder like a frightened spider.
    ‘If that’s what you want,’ she said.
    ‘Yes,’ said Coraline.
    ‘We’ll see you soon, though,’ said her other father. ‘When you come back.’
    ‘Um,’ said Coraline.
    ‘And then we’ll all be together as one big happy family,’ said her other mother. ‘For ever and always.’
    Coraline backed away. She turned and hurried into the drawing room and pulled open the door in the corner. There was no brick wall there now – just darkness; a night-black underground darkness that seemed as if things in it might be moving.
    Coraline hesitated. She turned back. Her other mother and her other father were walking towards her, holding hands. They were looking at her with their black-button eyes. Or at least she thought they were looking at her. She couldn’t be sure.
    Her other mother reached out her free hand and beckoned gently with one white finger. Her pale lips mouthed, ‘Come back soon,’ although she said nothing aloud.
    Coraline took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness, where strange voices whispered and distant winds howled. She became certain that there was something in the dark behind her: something very old and very slow. Her heart beat so hard and so loudly she was scared it would burst out of her chest. She closed her eyes against the dark.
    Eventually she bumped into something, and opened her eyes, startled. She had bumped into an armchair, in her drawing room.
    The open doorway behind her was blocked by rough red bricks.
    She was home.

 
    ‘You will always be safe here with me.’

Chapter 5
    Coraline locked the door of the drawing room with the cold black key.
    She went back into the kitchen, and climbed on to a chair. She tried to put the bunch of keys back on top of the door again. She tried four or five times before she was forced to accept that she just wasn’t big enough, and she put them down on the counter next to the door.
    Her mother still hadn’t returned from her shopping expedition.
    Coraline went to the freezer and took out the spare loaf of frozen bread in the bottom compartment. She made herself some toast, with jam and peanut butter. She drank a glass of water.
    She waited for her parents to come back.
    When it began to get dark, Coraline microwaved herself a frozen pizza.
    Then Coraline watched television. She wondered why grown-ups gave themselves all the good programmes, with all the shouting and running around in.
    After a while she started yawning. Then she undressed, brushed her teeth and put herself to bed.
    In the morning she went into her parents’ room, but their bed hadn’t been slept in, and they weren’t around. She ate tinned spaghetti for breakfast.
    For lunch she had a block of cooking chocolate and an apple. The apple was yellow and slightly shrivelled, but it tasted sweet and good.
    For tea she went down to see Misses Spink and Forcible. She had three digestive biscuits, a glass of limeade, and a cup of weak tea. The limeade was very interesting. It didn’t taste anything like limes. It tasted bright