I started this for Holly

I finished it for Maddy


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I. CORALINE DISCOVERED THE DOOR a little while after they moved into the house.

II. THE NEXT DAY IT HAD stopped raining, but a thick white fog had lowered over the house.

III. THE NEXT DAY THE sun shone, and Coraline’s mother took her into the nearest large town

IV. THE HOUSE LOOKED EXACTLY the same from the outside. Or almost exactly the same: around. . .

V. CORALINE LOCKED THE DOOR of the drawing room with the cold black key.

VI. CORALINE WAS WOKEN BY the midmorning sun, full on her face.

VII. SOMEWHERE INSIDE HER Coraline could feel a huge sob welling up.

VIII. THE OTHER MOTHER looked healthier than before: there was a little blush to her cheeks. ..

IX. OUTSIDE, THE WORLD HAD become a formless, swirling mist with no shapes or shadows. . .

X. CORALINE WALKED UP the stairs outside the building to the topmost flat. . .

XI. ONCE INSIDE, IN HER FLAT, or rather, in the flat that was not hers, Coraline. . .

XII. HER MOTHER SHOOK HER gently awake.“Coraline?” she said.

XIII. CORALINE’S PARENTS NEVER seemed to remember anything. . .





Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

—G. K. Chesterton


CORALINE DISCOVERED THE DOOR a little while after they moved into the house.

It was a very old house—it had an attic under the roof and a cellar under the ground and an overgrown garden with huge old trees in it.

Coraline’s family didn’t own all of the house—it was too big for that. Instead they owned part of it.

There were other people who lived in the old house.

Miss Spink and Miss Forcible lived in the flat below Coraline’s, on the ground floor. They were both old and round, and they lived in their flat with a number of ageing Highland terriers who had names like Hamish and Andrew and Jock. Once upon a time Miss Spink and Miss Forcible had been actresses, as Miss Spink told Coraline the first time she met her.

“You see, Caroline,” Miss Spink said, getting Coraline’s name wrong, “both myself and Miss Forcible were famous actresses, in our time. We trod the boards, luvvy. Oh, don’t let Hamish eat the fruitcake, or he’ll be up all night with his tummy.”

“It’s Coraline. Not Caroline. Coraline,” said Coraline.

In the flat above Coraline’s, under the roof, was a crazy old man with a big mustache. He told Coraline that he was training a mouse circus. He wouldn’t let anyone see it.

“One day, little Caroline, when they are all ready, everyone in the whole world will see the wonders of my mouse circus. You ask me why you cannot see it now. Is that what you asked me?”

“No,” said Coraline quietly, “I asked you not to call me Caroline. It’s Coraline.”

“The reason you cannot see the mouse circus,” said the man upstairs, “is that the mice are not yet ready and rehearsed. Also, they refuse to play the songs I have written for them. All the songs I have written for the mice to play go oompah oompah. But the white mice will only play toodle oodle, like that. I am thinking of trying them on different types of cheese.”

Coraline didn’t think there really was a mouse circus. She thought the old man was probably making it up.

The day after they moved in, Coraline went exploring.

She explored the garden. It was a big garden: at the very back was an old tennis court, but no one in the house played tennis and the fence around the court had holes in it and the net had mostly rotted away; there was an old rose garden, filled with stunted, flyblown rosebushes; there was a rockery that was all rocks; there was a fairy ring, made of squidgy brown toadstools which smelled dreadful if you accidentally trod on them.

There was also a well. On the first day Coraline’s family moved in, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible made a point of telling Coraline how dangerous the well was, and they warned her to be sure she kept away from it. So Coraline set off to explore for it, so that she knew where it was, to keep away from it properly.

She found it on the third day, in an overgrown meadow beside the tennis court, behind a clump of trees—a low brick circle almost hidden in the high grass. The well had been covered up by wooden