HOORAY! I'M ANOTHER PERSON WHO IS GONNA TRY AND WRITE A SEQUEL! –high fives everyone who is writing a sequel- YEAH! I'M SO PUMPED!

Okay so anyways, this sequel is sort of gonna have a Nightmare on Elm Street-ish feel to it! I got it all planned out, so I just need to write it (hopefully I won't get writer's block)

And then I need to learn how to add chapters! Let's do this!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Coraline or anything that has to do with it!

On with the story! :)

I was running. That was all I was vaguely aware of. It was the type of running that pushes yourself as hard as you possibly can, but you don't seem to move any faster. The type that screams at you to stop, to let your body rest, but you don't. You just keep running.

But why was I running? I looked at my surroundings for some type of answer, but everything faded into one big blur of motion as I ran past it. I did not stop though, because I never thought about stopping. It was as if my mind let my body function on it's own while I was still wondering where the heck I was. Out of all the jumble bouncing around in my head, I could only gather one piece of clear information: I was running.

Trying to find out where I was, my mind seemed to clear a little bit, letting me think straight. All I could gather was that I was running somewhere the walls and ceiling melded together, forming the shape of a tunnel. The tunnel was brown and had big bumps and cracks that ran all across it, making it a very unattractive sight to look at. It also had completely random and odd items stuck in the cracks: toy sailboats, dolls, a golden watch, tea cups, and more stuff I couldn't even name. This place felt so distant, so foreign to me, but at the same time, so oddly familiar. Like this place was calling to me or something. I don't know what made me realize it, but it hit me.

"The passageway between this world and the other world," my mind processed slowly, "only its bigger." I looked around. It was bigger; it used to be so small I would have to crawl through it. I shuddered. Just the thought of being here made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I suddenly felt light-headed and claustrophobic as I heard a voice from behind me. A spine-chilling voice that could make anyone's blood run cold. "Coraline," the voice crooned, "I've been so lonely without you."

I stopped dead in my tracks, gasping for air that didn't want to go in my lungs. "No…" I thought in fear, "Oh please God, no." My ears rang slowly as I slowly turned around, bracing myself for the worst.

I realized why I was running all that time.

There she was, my worst fear. The woman- no, thing that had tried to take my life away by luring me into her trap. The thing that had taken my parents and used them as bait to get me to stay in her world. The thing that was beaten at her own game.

And she was standing less than ten feet away from me.

She raised one eyebrow in surprise, then both in amusement. She laughed softly, walking towards me. "So you've decided to quit running? Smart girl. I always knew you were one. I had no intention of chasing you all day, and wasn't planning on letting it stay that way. But you knew that already." She said in the motherly tone that once fooled me. She extended her needle-like hand in front of her, trying to show me that I could trust her by taking her hand like she was my real mom, but I'm not that stupid. I took a step back cautiously, looking around me to see if there were anyway to escape. There were no holes I could crawl through, and there were no places I could hide. I was trapped. I almost gave up hope when the beldam was nearly four feet away from me, but then I saw something bright from the corner of my eye. Turning around, I saw a shaft of light coming from the end of the tunnel.

"The door." I thought in relief, and not knowing what the Other Mother was going to do next, I looked back at her face, which realized I was about to escape. The fake warmness in her face had drained as her sickening smile had turned into a scowl. Her button eyes didn't seem as shiny as they once were when I looked at them. She reached out to grab me. Thinking quickly, I ran as fast as I could towards the door, not necessarily think about whether she was going to get me or not, but more so about needing to get out of this nightmare of a place. I kept on running, but I wasn't getting any closer. I pushed myself as hard as I possibly could even though my legs felt like jello. My heart rate sped up and it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I thought that I would never reach the door; I thought I should stop trying to run and just give up, but miraculously, the door started getting closer and closer into my view every time I took a step.

A sudden thread of hope filled my body. "I'm going to make it," I thought with joy, "I win again." A smile spread across my face as the oxygen seemed to flow more easily down my throat. Just then, my hope shattered like a glass vase falling on a floor as I felt something get caught around my ankle, causing me to fall on my face. I could hear the Other Mother laughing as I struggled to push myself off the ground. My arms collapsed underneath me and I found myself lying on the cold ground again. I put my last bit of energy into turning my head around to see what had caused me to fall.

It was her hand. It scrambled off my feet, crawled back up the Other Mother's body and took it's place upon her right wrist. I looked up at the beldam, who was still laughing.

"You really shouldn't have run away, dear. You know better than that. I was going to catch you no matter what." She stated, walking around me. She took out a needle, thread, and two black buttons from the pocket of her apron. She tapped her metallic finger on the tip of the needle repeatedly as if to say, I won, you lost. "Looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way," she said leaning towards me, needle and thread squeezed between her two fingers, "Don't worry, it will only hurt for a bit."

As she was about to dig the needle into my skin, I closed my eyes and screamed, for I had no way to defend my worn-out body, waiting for the pain. When I did not feel it coming, I stopped screaming and opened my eyes. Surprisingly, I was not in the passageway anymore, and the Other Mother was no where to be seen. I was in my own room, in my own bed, clutching my own teddy bear I got from the zoo back in Michigan. I was breathing heavily, and my heart was still racing. Cold sweat beads clung to my forehead. "It was just a dream," I said to myself in reassurance, "It was just a dream."

No less than five seconds later, my parents rushed into my room. Mom turned on the lights while my dad looked all over the room with a baseball bat in hand. He then turned his head to look at me with an anxious expression. "What happened?"

"Way to go Coraline, now you have to explain why you started screaming for no reason in the middle of the night." I took a deep breathe and, not wanting them to freak about me having nightmares, told them, "I just saw a really big spider, but it crawled out the window." I explained, jerking my head towards the half-opened window I left open in case the nameless cat wanted to come in. Hey, I wasn't exactly lying, I mean, I did see a spider. A really big spider. A spider that tried to sew buttons into my eyes.

I was worried that they wouldn't buy it, judging by the suspicious glances they gave each other, but then my mom's suspicion turned to annoyance. "You're meaning to tell us that you stayed up 'till two in the morning doing God-knows-what, on a school night?!" My mom said angrily, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yes…?"

My mom sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Go. To. Bed." She ordered as she turned off the lights and went back to her room. I was so glad my mom's attention span was too small to discover the real reason I was screaming. That, or she was just too cranky and tired to care. My dad bent down next to me and ruffled my dyed hair. "Get some sleep, Kiddo. If you need anything just call."

"You got it, Dad." I said.

He kissed my forehead and went to my window to shut it. Then he walked out of my room, his baseball bat tucked under his armpit. It immediately felt stuffy in my room. I paced to my window, breathing in the fresh night air as I opened the window. The cool air felt good against my face, so I was hesitant in going to my bed. I listened to the sounds of night: crickets chirping, owls cooing, leaves crackling… it usually relaxed me, but not tonight. I also heard a cat purring, a sure sign that the cat who shall not be named was coming. In less than a couple seconds later, the cat dawdled it's way to my window. It looked up at me with it's big, blue eyes.

"Hello, cat." I said to him, who blinked in response. I pet the back of his head, making him purr. I knew he could tell I was uneasy, because he nudged my hand a bit with his head as if to say, "What's wrong?"

I sighed. "I had a dream about the Other Mother. A dream where she won." I said in a soft voice. The cat didn't move for a couple of seconds, but then began to "comfort" me by licking my hand. I continued, "I've never had a nightmare so vivid in my life, not even the ones I had after I beat the Other Mother two years ago. It felt so… real." The cat looked up at me again, then jumped off the window sill and went to lay on my bed. I half-smiled, going to my bed too. I got under the covers and began stroking the cat absent-mindedly, not sleeping a wink for the rest of the night.

And there you go! I hope that wasn't too confusing! It wasn't for me, but I know what's going to happen next, so I have no clue if it's confusing or not! REVIEW!! :D