A/N: Just to make this point clear, this story is based on Coraline, the book by Neil Gaiman. Not the movie, that's why it's in the book section. And yes, this is the typical, the return of the Other Mother story.
The three girls tip-toed into the darkened room, tensing as each step caused a small squeek in the old floor boards of the old apartment. They gathered in the middle of the room and sat down next to the sheet covered furniture. One girl placed a box inbetween the three of them.
"Gina, I told you. My parents don't like me in this room, especially not at midnight!" Coraline Jones, a girl of 15 complained. Gina rolled her eyes.
"Come on scardey cat; your parents sleep like logs anyway. What's the worse that could happen? Samantha, grab the Ouija board." Gina was hopelessly obsessed with spirits and ghosts, she had thought that the creepy living room would be the perfect place to talk to the 'beyond'.
As her two friends set the Ouija board up, Coraline sat uncomfortably on the floor between her friends. For as long as she could remember, she hadn't liked this room. She vaguely remembered nightmares that she had had when they first moved into the apartment, the details dimmed over time. All she could recall were odd bits, like a cold feeling everytime she looked at the bricked up door, and something about a key. She shrugged the feeling off.
"Ready!", whispered Samantha, "Put your hands on the pointer."
"It's called a planchette," corrected Gina.
"It's called a I-really-don't-care-put-your-freakin'-hands-on-it." Coraline stiffled a giggle as Samantha shot back at Gina.
The three sat around the board, all having their hands on the small piece of wood. Gina whispered in a solemn voice. "Hello. Are there any spirits in this dark room tonight? We three wish to contact you." Samantha almost laughed at how serious she was being, Coraline quickly elbowed her. "Please, show us your message."
The planchette started to move underneath their fingers. Coraline's heart started to race. "C-O-R," she whispered as they were being spelt out on the board, "-A-L-I-N-E. What?"
"Stop messing with the board, Coraline," reprimanded Gina.
"I didn't do anything!" Coraline said, barely keeping her voice to a whisper. She was scared. Why did the board spell her name?
Suddenly Samantha made a rather large squeek and jumped up. "SHHH," hissed both girls. They all stayed quiet for a minute, listening for sounds from Coraline's parents rooms. Coraline slowly exhaled.
"Something touched my arm," explained Samantha, hesitantly sitting down.
"It must be the spirits," Gina said jokingly. Samantha slapped her arm. "Shut up!"
"Get over it, I want to keep going," Gina replied. Coraline looked around the room. They weren't near any furniture or anything, she didn't see anything that could have touched her friend. The room was really dark however. The shadows blended together, making the outlines of everything menacing looking. There was little moonlight filtering through the thin curtains in front of the windows. Coraline shivered.
Coraline didn't want to continue, she wanted to go back to bed and hide herself under the covers. She was starting to feel sick. She really didn't like anything scary, scary movies, surprises, anything. Reluctantly she placed her hands back on the pointer, telling herself that she was being ridiculous.
The planchette moved once more under the pressure of their fingertips. Once again it spelled Coraline's name. "Guys..." Coraline started to complain.
"Shhh," Gina cut her off.
The planchette started to spell another word. It took a few minutes to spell completely.
'THIS TIME YOU LOSE."
"Guys, what does that mean?" Coraline asked, scared. Both of her friends looked scared too. "Let's stop," she suggested.
"Yah...EEEK!" Gina cried out. Samantha clamped a hand over Gina's mouth.
"Shut up!" hissed Coraline. Gina rubbed her leg, eyes wide.
"Something touched me too," she explained.
"Y-you're kidding, right?" Coraline asked. She really hoped this was all a joke.
"No, really! It was cold, and sharp feeling,"
"That's what I felt!" Samantha quietly exclaimed.
"Let's go back to bed. Now." Coraline said firmly. As she started to get up something brushed past her leg. She gasped, and tried to see what it was. The thing darted out of her view into the shadows. She could hear an odd, soft, clattering noise on the ground.
"What the shit?" Samantha cursed, she and Gina jumped up as well.
The sound of movement stopped suddenly. Coraline looked around, trying to see where the thing was, too scared to actually run to her room. Coraline gasped.
There, on the Ouji board in the middle of the three of them, was a disembodied hand, with long scragly fingers and finger nails. It was filthy, dirt and grime covered it. What Coraline noticed the most though was the key that was tied onto it's back with some sort of plant. Sudden recognition flashed through her brain.
"The Other Mother's hand," she whispered.
A/N: Just so you know, Coraline thinks that all that happened with the Other Mother before was just a dream. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
