Standford, California- 2018 Wybie: So, the old lady said this is where her husband was buried, right?
Coraline: (Sarcasticly) No, she said he was buried in the other abandoned cemetery at the end of town. Of course this is where she said he was buried, now come on.
Wybie: Okay, I'm coming Jonesy. (Chuckles under his breathe)
Coraline: What are you so happy about (picks the lock to the cemetery gates), I thought you hated these kinds of jobs?
Wybie: I was just thinking about how after this month I'm going to have to find something else to call you. Coraline: (Chuckles) Guess you are right about that Wybie. After all, starting the 1st of November I become Mrs. Coraline Lovat.
Coraline opened the cemetery gates, and signaled Wybie to follow her. In the nine years they had been monster hunting, he never could get past how wrong it felt to be breaking into places to do what they did, but he knew it was necessary. It was not that he thought it was creepy (especially since he loved creepy), it just felt like bad juju to him. Coraline: Did you remember to bring the salt and matches?
Wybie: (Opens his backpack) I got them right here. We should probably hurry up, unless you want to be late to Professor Winchester's lecture tomorrow on how to properly pronounce latin verbs?
Coraline: (With mock-sarcasm) Oh no. Who in their right mind would even think about missing out on such a important topic? (Chuckles again) Don't worry about it Wybie. We will have plenty of time to take this spirit out, get back to the college before they know we left, and rest up for the Professor's lecture.
Wybie: You said that last time with the vampire, and then I ended up locked in a coffin till 10:00am. (Stopped in front of a grave that read: "Here lies Timothy Burton") This is it.
Coraline: Yup, lets get to work. Oh, and F.Y.I. the coffin thing was not my fault.
Wybie: Just keep telling yourself that Jonesy.
Coraline rolled her eyes and smiled at her fianc . They started to dig up Mr. Burton's grave, which gave Coraline time to think about how they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. She had it all pictured in her mind: they would get married, go to Loch Ness for their honeymoon, come back to finish up school and get their degrees, spend a few more months hunting monsters, and then hang up their axes and start a nice normal life. Although that last part might be a little tricky, especially since normal was not exactly the word she would use to describe the last nine years of their lives. Could they really give up the hunting game, could they really leave this dangerous life behind them? Coraline was so lost in her thoughts she did not even know they had reached the coffin.
Wybie: Jonesy, you okay there? You look a bit dazed.
Coraline: What? Oh, I'm fine. I was just thinking about stuff.
Wybie: Well, maybe you shouldn't be thinking about stuff when we are trying to vanquish a vengeful spirit.
Coraline: Don't be such a baby. Its not like this ghost as killed anyone yet, it just has seriously injured them.
Wybie: (Opens the coffin and starts salting the body) Hey, I just prefer to be cautious, and you seem to be distracted. (Smiles coyly) You know maybe if I took you over my knee, then you might learn to pay attention to your surroundings better. (Finishes salting the body and takes out a can of gasoline)
Coraline: (In a flirty voice) Mr. Lovat, are you threatening to spank me?
Wybie: (Also being flirty) Maybe I am, what are going to do about it? (Throws gasoline on the body)
Coraline: I don't know. That was a "very serious" threat you made, so I might just have to punish you for it (wraps her arm around Wybie and gives him a kiss).
Wybie stopped what he was doing and looked into Coraline's brown eyes. They sparkled in the moonlight, and managed to look both mischievous and loving at the same time. He placed a hand on her freckled face, cupping her cheek in his palm and rubbing it slowly. The outside world seemed to vanish around them with only each other remaining. Wybie leaned in to kiss Coraline's pink lips, but before he could something tugged on the back of his coat. It tugged again, this time hard enough to toss him across the cemetery. He landed on top of another grave about twenty feet away with a loud thud. The impact was hard enough to pop his shoulder out of its socket, and he grabbed his arm and hissed in pain. Resentfully, he sat up to see what had thrown him so easily. Standing in front of his future wife was a man in tattered clothes with wild brown and grey hair, who appeared to be floating in mid-air. Wybie quickly searched for the box of matches he brought, but found that they had been tossed aside when he had fallen. The man turned around to face Wybie, revealing an angery expression on his face.
The Man: (In a echoey voice) You will pay for touching my love.
Wybie: Jonesy, a little help here!
Coraline: (Looking for the matchbox) Don't worry, I got you!
Wybie: (Voice Straining) Actually, I think he's the one that gots me!
Coraline sees that the floating man was holding Wybie by the throat, and was trying to choke him to death. She begins to look even faster for the matches, as her fianc starts to gasp for air and freedom. Finally, she sees the matchbox a few feet away from where the man had Wybie. Coraline sneaks up on them to get the matches, then quickly heads back to the open coffin. She lights a match- sliding on her knees at the same time, and drops it into the coffin. At the same time, the man choking Wybie drops him on the ground.
The Man: NOOOO! (Burst into flames)
Coraline: (Panting heavily) See. Didn't I say that I had you?
Wybie: (Gasping and panting) You...sure...did. I...owe...you...one.
Coraline: Don't get cold feet on are wedding day, and I promise that will pay me back in full. (Chuckles)
Wybie: Ha ha, very funny. (Tries to stand up, but is having trouble) Hey, what do you think he meant by "you will pay for touching my love."
Coraline: Maybe he thought I was his wife. (Goes over to help Wybie stand) She did say I looked a lot like her when she was a young bride. (Smiles coyly) Then again, maybe he just saw my face and fell in love with me.
Wybie: (Finally gets up, and clutches his arm) Yeah right. You may be pretty Jonesy, but you ain't that pretty.
Coraline: Oh really, if you think that about me, then maybe we should call off the wedding. What do you think (bats her eyelashes)?
Wybie: I think you are weird, scary, and incredibly dangerous. But, there is no one in the world I would rather marry then you.
Coraline rolls her eyes at how cheesy Wybie sounded, and give him a playful punch in the arm he is holding. He rubs his arm harder, as if the punch hurt it, but then smiles at Coraline. He leans in to give her a quick kiss on the lips, but she graps his coat so he can not pull away. They continued their kiss for another minute before pulling apart. At that moment, all of Coraline's fears for the future seemed to melt away. However, that moment did not last for long. Something long and shadowy had grabbed on to Wybie's leg, and was dragging him towards a huge mausoleum. Coraline tried to go after him, but something else was holding her back. As she fought to reach her love, he fought to break free of what had him.
Coraline: (Struggling) Hold on, I'm coming for you! Just give me a minute!
Wybie: (Holding on to the mausoleum steps and struggling) I'm trying, but I can't hold on much longer! (Lets go of the steps) JONSEY!
Coraline: WYBIE!
Blithe Hollow, Massachusetts- one year later Norman Babcock wakes up screaming at the top of his lungs, and sees that his roommate is shaking him by the shoulders. He stops screaming and looks at his roommate and best friend, Neil Downe, who seems to be terrified by the outburst.
Neil: Dude, are you okay? You looked like you were having another nightmare, so I tried to wake you up, but then you started screaming.
Norman: Sorry, Neil. I didn't think it was going to be that bad tonight. (Gets out of bed and goes to look at himself in the bathroom mirror) They had been slowing down, so I thought I was in the clean. (Opens up a bottle of sleep pills and downs half of them)
Neil: Guess you were wrong. (Gives his friend a glass of water) You were saying something this time. It kind of sounded like a name, but who would name someone Wybie? (Watches his friend rub his head and sighs) You really should tell someone about these nightmares, or else you are going to make yourself sick.
Norman: I can't. (Looks at the floor) They don't feel like nightmares. They seem to be real, almost like they actually happened.
Neil rolls his eyes and leaves his friend to stare at nothing. Norman looks back at the mirror, which suddenly has the image of a young woman on it. He jumps back in shock, but the image then vanishes. It looked like the woman from his dream. Norman decides to forget about for now, and goes back to his bed to try and get some sleep. However, this would not be the last time he sees the woman from his dream.
Coraline: (Sarcasticly) No, she said he was buried in the other abandoned cemetery at the end of town. Of course this is where she said he was buried, now come on.
Wybie: Okay, I'm coming Jonesy. (Chuckles under his breathe)
Coraline: What are you so happy about (picks the lock to the cemetery gates), I thought you hated these kinds of jobs?
Wybie: I was just thinking about how after this month I'm going to have to find something else to call you. Coraline: (Chuckles) Guess you are right about that Wybie. After all, starting the 1st of November I become Mrs. Coraline Lovat.
Coraline opened the cemetery gates, and signaled Wybie to follow her. In the nine years they had been monster hunting, he never could get past how wrong it felt to be breaking into places to do what they did, but he knew it was necessary. It was not that he thought it was creepy (especially since he loved creepy), it just felt like bad juju to him. Coraline: Did you remember to bring the salt and matches?
Wybie: (Opens his backpack) I got them right here. We should probably hurry up, unless you want to be late to Professor Winchester's lecture tomorrow on how to properly pronounce latin verbs?
Coraline: (With mock-sarcasm) Oh no. Who in their right mind would even think about missing out on such a important topic? (Chuckles again) Don't worry about it Wybie. We will have plenty of time to take this spirit out, get back to the college before they know we left, and rest up for the Professor's lecture.
Wybie: You said that last time with the vampire, and then I ended up locked in a coffin till 10:00am. (Stopped in front of a grave that read: "Here lies Timothy Burton") This is it.
Coraline: Yup, lets get to work. Oh, and F.Y.I. the coffin thing was not my fault.
Wybie: Just keep telling yourself that Jonesy.
Coraline rolled her eyes and smiled at her fianc . They started to dig up Mr. Burton's grave, which gave Coraline time to think about how they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. She had it all pictured in her mind: they would get married, go to Loch Ness for their honeymoon, come back to finish up school and get their degrees, spend a few more months hunting monsters, and then hang up their axes and start a nice normal life. Although that last part might be a little tricky, especially since normal was not exactly the word she would use to describe the last nine years of their lives. Could they really give up the hunting game, could they really leave this dangerous life behind them? Coraline was so lost in her thoughts she did not even know they had reached the coffin.
Wybie: Jonesy, you okay there? You look a bit dazed.
Coraline: What? Oh, I'm fine. I was just thinking about stuff.
Wybie: Well, maybe you shouldn't be thinking about stuff when we are trying to vanquish a vengeful spirit.
Coraline: Don't be such a baby. Its not like this ghost as killed anyone yet, it just has seriously injured them.
Wybie: (Opens the coffin and starts salting the body) Hey, I just prefer to be cautious, and you seem to be distracted. (Smiles coyly) You know maybe if I took you over my knee, then you might learn to pay attention to your surroundings better. (Finishes salting the body and takes out a can of gasoline)
Coraline: (In a flirty voice) Mr. Lovat, are you threatening to spank me?
Wybie: (Also being flirty) Maybe I am, what are going to do about it? (Throws gasoline on the body)
Coraline: I don't know. That was a "very serious" threat you made, so I might just have to punish you for it (wraps her arm around Wybie and gives him a kiss).
Wybie stopped what he was doing and looked into Coraline's brown eyes. They sparkled in the moonlight, and managed to look both mischievous and loving at the same time. He placed a hand on her freckled face, cupping her cheek in his palm and rubbing it slowly. The outside world seemed to vanish around them with only each other remaining. Wybie leaned in to kiss Coraline's pink lips, but before he could something tugged on the back of his coat. It tugged again, this time hard enough to toss him across the cemetery. He landed on top of another grave about twenty feet away with a loud thud. The impact was hard enough to pop his shoulder out of its socket, and he grabbed his arm and hissed in pain. Resentfully, he sat up to see what had thrown him so easily. Standing in front of his future wife was a man in tattered clothes with wild brown and grey hair, who appeared to be floating in mid-air. Wybie quickly searched for the box of matches he brought, but found that they had been tossed aside when he had fallen. The man turned around to face Wybie, revealing an angery expression on his face.
The Man: (In a echoey voice) You will pay for touching my love.
Wybie: Jonesy, a little help here!
Coraline: (Looking for the matchbox) Don't worry, I got you!
Wybie: (Voice Straining) Actually, I think he's the one that gots me!
Coraline sees that the floating man was holding Wybie by the throat, and was trying to choke him to death. She begins to look even faster for the matches, as her fianc starts to gasp for air and freedom. Finally, she sees the matchbox a few feet away from where the man had Wybie. Coraline sneaks up on them to get the matches, then quickly heads back to the open coffin. She lights a match- sliding on her knees at the same time, and drops it into the coffin. At the same time, the man choking Wybie drops him on the ground.
The Man: NOOOO! (Burst into flames)
Coraline: (Panting heavily) See. Didn't I say that I had you?
Wybie: (Gasping and panting) You...sure...did. I...owe...you...one.
Coraline: Don't get cold feet on are wedding day, and I promise that will pay me back in full. (Chuckles)
Wybie: Ha ha, very funny. (Tries to stand up, but is having trouble) Hey, what do you think he meant by "you will pay for touching my love."
Coraline: Maybe he thought I was his wife. (Goes over to help Wybie stand) She did say I looked a lot like her when she was a young bride. (Smiles coyly) Then again, maybe he just saw my face and fell in love with me.
Wybie: (Finally gets up, and clutches his arm) Yeah right. You may be pretty Jonesy, but you ain't that pretty.
Coraline: Oh really, if you think that about me, then maybe we should call off the wedding. What do you think (bats her eyelashes)?
Wybie: I think you are weird, scary, and incredibly dangerous. But, there is no one in the world I would rather marry then you.
Coraline rolls her eyes at how cheesy Wybie sounded, and give him a playful punch in the arm he is holding. He rubs his arm harder, as if the punch hurt it, but then smiles at Coraline. He leans in to give her a quick kiss on the lips, but she graps his coat so he can not pull away. They continued their kiss for another minute before pulling apart. At that moment, all of Coraline's fears for the future seemed to melt away. However, that moment did not last for long. Something long and shadowy had grabbed on to Wybie's leg, and was dragging him towards a huge mausoleum. Coraline tried to go after him, but something else was holding her back. As she fought to reach her love, he fought to break free of what had him.
Coraline: (Struggling) Hold on, I'm coming for you! Just give me a minute!
Wybie: (Holding on to the mausoleum steps and struggling) I'm trying, but I can't hold on much longer! (Lets go of the steps) JONSEY!
Coraline: WYBIE!
Blithe Hollow, Massachusetts- one year later Norman Babcock wakes up screaming at the top of his lungs, and sees that his roommate is shaking him by the shoulders. He stops screaming and looks at his roommate and best friend, Neil Downe, who seems to be terrified by the outburst.
Neil: Dude, are you okay? You looked like you were having another nightmare, so I tried to wake you up, but then you started screaming.
Norman: Sorry, Neil. I didn't think it was going to be that bad tonight. (Gets out of bed and goes to look at himself in the bathroom mirror) They had been slowing down, so I thought I was in the clean. (Opens up a bottle of sleep pills and downs half of them)
Neil: Guess you were wrong. (Gives his friend a glass of water) You were saying something this time. It kind of sounded like a name, but who would name someone Wybie? (Watches his friend rub his head and sighs) You really should tell someone about these nightmares, or else you are going to make yourself sick.
Norman: I can't. (Looks at the floor) They don't feel like nightmares. They seem to be real, almost like they actually happened.
Neil rolls his eyes and leaves his friend to stare at nothing. Norman looks back at the mirror, which suddenly has the image of a young woman on it. He jumps back in shock, but the image then vanishes. It looked like the woman from his dream. Norman decides to forget about for now, and goes back to his bed to try and get some sleep. However, this would not be the last time he sees the woman from his dream.