The amputated fingers of the Other Mother's shattered hand squirmed beneath the rock at the bottom of the well. They rose, dragging themselves by the fingertips to rejoin and connect to what could be scavenged of the hand. The resurrected hand reared up, wiggling its fingers, testing the air around it, before pulling itself from beneath the rock.
'Come back to me...'
The hand ripped a hole in the fabric containing the rock. It reached its slender, needle like fingers up to the thread on which the key to the door of the Other World was looped around and pulled gently.
Coraline screamed. Two gleaming buttons stared up at her, a menacing smile sewn across the doll's face.
"Get away from me! Why?! I had gotten rid of you weeks ago!" Coraline cried. Footsteps echoed in the corridor and Coraline's door was thrown open.
"Coraline? What's all this screaming about?" her mother snapped. Coraline stood up, shaking, holding the doll at arms length and threw it at her mother.
"Get rid of it! Burn it, fry it, just make sure it NEVER comes back!" Coraline demanded fearfully. Her mother gave her a quizzical look and sighed.
Heart racing, Coraline took another step forwards. She had to act calm despite the torrent of horror washing down on her. The button eyed army advanced on her and she screamed...
Panting, Coraline woke up.
'Just a stupid dream!' She complained silently. It was midnight, trees freaked and moaned in the wind and Coraline was sure she heard them whispering. 'Just my imagination run wild, again." she reminded herself.
Slowly, careful not to make any noise as she tip-toed across her bedroom, Coraline slipped from her safe point and closer to the tunnel to the other world. ...