There it was, right I front of her. Coraline had seen this before, but she couldn't locate the full memory in her head. But it was too late. She was lured in before her brain could even have a chance at locating the lost file. She saw the tunnel extend before her. She had that feeling that people get when they have been somewhere before or seen something exactly the same, but can't remember what it was that they saw. She has it in the back of her head-that niggling feeling of something being wrong. But it felt so right. She continued until she got to a door. It was a plain door with a few scratches around the handle, as if something had once tried to get out. The faint glow of the cobweb covered tunnel drew her attention to the scratches and scrapes on the door. They looked like something needle sharp has caused them. This caused her brain to divert its errors to coming up with scenarios on what could have caused said scratches. She was baffled, there was not a single, realistic, idea she had come up with.
She fell back, looking in horror at the door. What was that button-eyed creature she had seen just then? How did it know her name? Coraline got up and started for the door to her house at the other end of the tunnel. What had she seen back there? Panting, she skidded into her living room which occupied the small door in the wall. She looked back at the door on the other side of the tunnel. Nothing was there but cobwebs that she had disturbed with her flailing arms and legs. The door was not open and didn't look as though it had been opened. 'Why did I run?' She kept asking herself. She stared at the knob again and then at the scratches. What had made those scratches?