Gaiman, Neil - Coraline

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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, lovey. 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 moustache. 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 rose bushes; there was a rockery that was all
rocks; there was a fairy ring, made of squidgy brown toadstools which smelled dreadful if you
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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 over by wooden boards, to
stop anyone falling in. There was a small knothole in one of the boards, and Coraline spent an afternoon
dropping pebbles and acorns through the hole, and waiting, and counting, until she heard the plop as
they hit the water, far below.
Coraline also explored for animals. She found a hedgehog, and a snakeskin (but no snake), and a rock
that looked just like a frog, and a toad that looked just like a rock.
There was also a haughty black cat, who would sit on walls and tree stumps and watch her, but would
slip away if ever she went over to try to play with it.
That was how she spent her first two weeks at the house - exploring the garden and the grounds.
Her mother made her come back inside for dinner and for lunch; and Coraline had to make sure she
dressed up warmly before she went out, for it was a very cold summer that year; but go out she did,
exploring, every day until the day it rained, when Coraline had to stay inside.
'What should I do?' asked Coraline.
'Read a book,' said her mother. 'Watch a video. Play with your toys. Go and pester Miss Spink or Miss
Forcible, or the crazy old man upstairs.'
'No,' said Coraline. 'I don't want to do those things. I want to explore.'
'I don't really mind what you do,' said Coraline's mother, 'as long as you don't make a mess.'
Coraline went over to the window and watched the rain come down. It wasn't the kind of rain you could
go out in, it was the other kind, the kind that threw itself down from the sky and splashed where it
landed. It was rain that meant business, and currently its business was turning the garden into a muddy,
wet soup.
Coraline had watched all the videos. She was bored with her toys, and she'd read all her books.
She turned on the television. She went from channel to channel to channel, but there was nothing on but
men in suits talking about the stock market, and sports programmes. Eventually, she found something to
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watch: it was the last half of a natural-history programme about something called protective coloration.
She watched animals, birds and insects which disguised themselves as leaves or twigs or other animals
to escape from things that could hurt them. She enjoyed it, but it ended too soon, and was followed by a
programme about a cake factory.
It was time to talk to her father.
Coraline's father was home. Both of her parents worked, doing things on computers, which meant that
they were home a lot of the time. Each of them had their own study.
'Hello, Coraline,' he said when she came in, without turning round.
'Mmph,' said Coraline. 'It's raining.'
'Yup,' said her father. 'It's bucketing down.'
'No,' said Coraline, 'it's just raining. Can I go outside?'
'What does your mother say?'
'She says, "You're not going out in weather like that, Coraline Jones".'
'Then, no.'
'But I want to carry on exploring.'
'Then explore the flat,' suggested her father. 'Look - here's a piece of paper and a pen. Count all the doors
and windows. List everything blue. Mount an expedition to discover the hot-water tank. And leave me
alone to work.'
'Can I go into the drawing room?' The drawing room was where the Joneses kept the expensive (and
uncomfortable) furniture Coraline's grandmother had left them when she died. Coraline wasn't allowed
in there. Nobody went in there. It was only for best.
'If you don't make a mess. And you don't touch
anything.'
Coraline considered this carefully, then she took the paper and pen and went off to explore the inside of
the flat.
She discovered the hot-water tank (it was in a cupboard in the kitchen).
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She counted everything blue (153).
She counted the windows (21).
She counted the doors (14).
Of the doors that she found, thirteen opened and closed. The other, the big, carved, brown wooden door
at the far corner of the drawing room, was locked.
She said to her mother, 'Where does that door go?'
'Nowhere, dear.'
'It has to go somewhere.'
Her mother shook her head. 'Look,' she told Coraline.
She reached up, and took a string of keys from the top of the kitchen doorframe. She sorted through
them carefully and selected the oldest, biggest, blackest, rustiest key. They went into the drawing room.
She unlocked the door with the key.
The door swung open.
Her mother was right. The door didn't go anywhere. It opened on to a brick wall.
'When this place was just one house,' said Coraline's mother, 'that door went somewhere. When they
turned the house into flats, they simply bricked it up. The other side is the empty flat on the other side of
the house, the one that's still for sale.'
She shut the door and put the string of keys back on top of the kitchen doorframe.
'You didn't lock it,' said Coraline.
Her mother shrugged. 'Why should I lock it?' she asked. 'It doesn't go anywhere.'
Coraline didn't say anything.
It was nearly dark now, and the rain was still coming down, pattering against the windows and blurring
the lights of the cars in the street outside.
Coraline's father stopped working and made them all dinner.
Coraline was disgusted. 'Daddy,' she said, 'you've made a recipe again.'
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'It's leek and potato stew, with a tarragon garnish and melted Gruyere cheese,' he admitted.
Coraline sighed. Then she went to the freezer and
got out some microwave chips and a microwave mini-pizza.
'You know I don't like recipes,' she told her father, while her dinner went round and round and the little
red numbers on the microwave oven counted down to zero.
'If you tried it, maybe you'd like it,' said Coraline's father, but she shook her head.
That night, Coraline lay awake in her bed. The rain had stopped, and she was almost asleep when
something went t-t-t-t-t-t. She sat up in bed.
Something went kreeee . . .
... aaaak.
Coraline got out of bed and looked down the hall, but saw nothing strange. She walked down the
hallway. From her parents' bedroom came a low snoring - that was her father - and an occasional
sleeping mutter - that was her mother.
Coraline wondered if she'd dreamed it, whatever it
was.
Something moved.
It was little more than a shadow, and it scuttled down the darkened hall fast, like a little patch of night.
She hoped it wasn't a spider. Spiders made Coraline intensely uncomfortable.
The black shape went into the drawing room and Coraline followed it in, a little nervously.
The room was dark. The only light came from the hall, and Coraline, who was standing in the doorway,
cast a huge and distorted shadow on to the drawing-room carpet: she looked like a thin giant woman.
Coraline was just wondering whether or not she ought to turn on the light when she saw the black shape
edge slowly out from beneath the sofa. It paused, and then dashed silently across the carpet towards the
farthest corner of the room.
There was no furniture in that corner of the room.
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Coraline turned on the light.
There was nothing in the corner. Nothing but the old door that opened on to the brick wall.
She was sure that her mother had shut the door, but now it was ever so slightly open. Just a crack.
Coraline went over to it and looked in. There was nothing there - just a wall, built of red bricks.
Coraline closed the old wooden door, turned out the light, and went back to bed.
She dreamed of black shapes that slid from place to place, avoiding the light, until they were all gathered
together under the moon. Little black shapes with little red eyes and sharp yellow teeth. They started to
sing:
We are small but we are many We are many, we are small We were here before you rose We will be
here when you fall.
Their voices were high and whispery and slightly whiny. They made Coraline feel uncomfortable.
Then Coraline dreamed a few commercials, and after that she dreamed of nothing at all.
The next day it had stopped raining, but a thick white fog had lowered over the house.
'I'm going for a walk,' said Coraline.
'Don't go too far,' said her mother. 'And dress up warmly.'
Coraline put on her blue coat with a hood, her red scarf and her yellow Wellington boots.
She went out.
Miss Spink was walking her dogs. 'Hello, Caroline,' said Miss Spink. 'Rotten weather.'
'Yes,' said Coraline.
'I played Portia once,' said Miss Spink. 'Miss Forcible talks about her Ophelia, but it was my Portia they
came to see. When we trod the boards.'
Miss Spink was bundled up in pullovers and cardigans, so she seemed more small and circular than ever.
She looked like a large, fluffy egg. She wore thick glasses that made her eyes seem huge.
'They used to send flowers to my dressing room. They did' she said.
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'Who did?' asked Coraline.
Miss Spink looked around cautiously, looking first over one shoulder and then over the other, peering
into the mist as though someone might be listening.
'Men,' she whispered. Then she tugged the dogs to heel and waddled off back towards the house.
Coraline continued her walk.
She was three quarters of the way around the house when she saw Miss Forcible, standing at the door to
the flat she shared with Miss Spink.
'Have you seen Miss Spink, Caroline?'
Coraline told her that she had, and that Miss Spink was out walking the dogs.
'I do hope she doesn't get lost; it'll bring on her shingles if she does, you'll see,' said Miss Forcible. You'd
have to be an explorer to find your way around in this fog.'
'I'm an explorer,' said Coraline. 'Of course you are, lovey,' said Miss Forcible. 'Don't get lost, now.'
Coraline continued walking through the garden in grey mist. She always kept in sight of the house.
After about ten minutes of walking she found herself back where she had started.
The hair over her eyes was limp and wet, and her face felt damp.
'Ahoy! Caroline!' called the crazy old man upstairs.
'Oh, hello,' said Coraline.
She could hardly see the old man through the mist.
He walked down the steps on the outside of the house that led up past Coraline's front door to the door
of his flat. He walked down very slowly. Coraline waited at the bottom of the steps.
'The mice do not like the mist,' he told her. 'It makes their whiskers droop.'
'I don't like the mist much, either,' admitted Coraline.
The old man leaned down, so close that the bottom of his moustache tickled Coraline's ear. 'The mice
have a message for you,' he whispered.
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Coraline didn't know what to say.
'The message is this. Don't go through the door.' He paused. 'Does that mean anything to you?'
'No,' said Coraline.
The old man shrugged. 'They are funny, the mice. They get things wrong. They got your name wrong,
you know. They kept saying Coraline. Not Caroline. Not Caroline at all.'
He picked up a milk bottle from the bottom step, and started back up to his attic flat.
Coraline went indoors. Her mother was working in her study. Her mother's study smelt of flowers.
'What shall I do?' asked Coraline.
'When do you go back to school?' asked her mother.
'Next week,' said Coraline.
'Hmph,' said her mother. 'I suppose I shall have to get you new school clothes. Remind me, dear, or else
I'll forget,' and she went back to typing things on the computer screen.
'What shall I do?' repeated Coraline.
'Draw something.' Her mother passed her a sheet of paper and a ballpoint pen.
Coraline tried drawing the mist. After ten minutes of drawing she still had a white sheet of paper with
MST I
written on it in one corner, in slightly wiggly letters. She grunted and passed it to her mother.
'Mm. Very modern, dear,' said Coraline's mother.
Coraline crept into the drawing room and tried to open the old door in the corner. It was locked once
more. She supposed her mother must have locked it again. She shrugged.
Coraline went to see her father.
He had his back to the door as he typed. 'Go away,' he said cheerfully as she walked in.
Tm bored,' she said.
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'Learn how to tap-dance,' he suggested, without turning round.
Coraline shook her head. 'Why don't you play with me?' she asked.
'Busy,' he said. 'Working,' he added. He still hadn't turned around to look at her. 'Why don't you go and
bother Miss Spink and Miss Forcible?'
Coraline put on her coat and pulled up her hood and went out of the house. She went down the steps.
She rang the door of Miss Spink and Miss Forcible's flat. Coraline could hear a frenzied woofing as the
Scottie dogs ran out into the hall. After a while Miss Spink opened the door.
'Oh, it's you, Caroline,' she said. 'Angus, Hamish, Bruce, down now, lovies. It's only Caroline. Come in,
dear. Would you like a cup of tea?'
The flat smelt of furniture polish and dogs.
'Yes, please,' said Coraline. Miss Spink led her into a dusty little room, which she called the parlour. On
the walls were black and white photographs of pretty women, and theatre programmes in frames. Miss
Forcible was sitting in one of the armchairs, knitting hard.
Miss Spink poured Coraline a cup of tea in a little pink bone-china cup with a saucer, and gave her a dry
Garibaldi biscuit to go with it.
Miss Forcible looked at Miss Spink, picked up her knitting, and took a deep breath. 'Anyway, April. As I
was saying: you still have to admit, there's life in the old dog yet,' she said.
'Miriam, dear, neither of us is as young as we were.'
'Madame Arcati,' replied Miss Forcible. 'The nurse in Romeo. Lady Bracknell. Character parts. They
can't retire you from the stage.'
'Now, Miriam, we agreed,' said Miss Spink.
Coraline wondered if they'd forgotten she was there. They weren't making much sense; she decided they
were having an argument as old and comfortable as an armchair, the kind of argument that no one ever
really wins or loses, but which can go on for ever, if both parties are willing.
She sipped her tea.
'I'll read the leaves, if you want,' said Miss Spink to Coraline.
'Sorry?' said Coraline.
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'The tea leaves, dear. I'll read your future.'
Coraline passed Miss Spink her cup. Miss Spink peered short-sightedly at the black tea leaves in the
bottom. She pursed her lips.
'You know, Caroline,' she said after a while, 'you are in terrible danger.'
Miss Forcible snorted and put down her knitting. 'Don't be silly, April. Stop scaring the girl. Your eyes
are going. Pass me that cup, child.'
Coraline carried the cup over to Miss Forcible. Miss Forcible looked into it carefully, and shook her
head, and looked into it again.
'Oh dear,' she said. 'You were right, April. She is in danger.'
'See, Miriam,' said Miss Spink triumphantly. 'My eyes are as good as they ever were ... '
'What am I in danger from?' asked Coraline.
Misses Spink and Forcible stared at her blankly. 'It didn't say,' said Miss Spink. 'Tea leaves aren't
reliable for that kind of thing. Not really. They're good for generalities, but not for specifics.'
'What should I do then?' asked Coraline, who was slightly alarmed by this.
'Don't wear green in your dressing room,' suggested Miss Spink.
'Or mention the Scottish play,' added Miss Forcible.
Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she had met made any sense. She sometimes wondered who
they thought they were talking to.
'And be very, very careful,' said Miss Spink. She got up from her armchair and went over to the
fireplace. On the mantelpiece was a small jar, and Miss Spink took off the top of the jar and began to
pull things out of it. There was a tiny china duck, a thimble, a strange little brass coin, two paperclips,
and a stone with a hole in it.
She passed Coraline the stone with a hole in it.
'What's it for?' asked Coraline. The hole went all the way through the middle of the stone. She held it up
to the window and looked through it.
'It might help,' said Miss Spink. 'They're good for bad things, sometimes.'
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