"I'm not scared of the dark," Trisha said and squeezed Coraline's hand. She wasn't, but looking down into that darkness and seeing Coraline's hesitation, she was afraid to know what was down there, to know what sort of monster lurked in a place where nothing and no one seemed friendly at all. "Besides," she said, "we have to." And that was true too.
She followed Coraline down the stairs, eyes straining to see something, anything in the light or beyond it.
When the creepy music started, worthy of the scariest haunted house she'd ever been inside, Trisha nearly shrieked, the sound bubbling up out of her throat to be caught and smothered behind her teeth. She grabbed for Coraline's arm and finding it started to calm down. Don't freak out. Don't you dare freak out she thought fiercely to herself to get a handle on things.
Finally seeing the thing that was or had been Coraline's other father, Trisha shuddered, but she didn't look away from it's doughy countenance. "What did she do to him?" she whispered.
Trisha might not have been scared of the dark but Coraline was. Even now back at hom- on the island she wished she had a nightlight and tried to keep a light going in her room for as long as possible. But just because she was scared didn't mean that she couldn't do this. She had to face him
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"But we can," she whispered so quietly that she didn't think either of them heard her. They hadn't turned at least, and Coraline was still talking to him.
When her friend turned, shifting her gaze around, Trisha nodded. For a second though, she couldn't take her eyes away from Coraline's diminished other father, watching in horror as his skin melted to the floor like cookie batter in the summer heat.
The sound of it made her break away from it. "How can we find it if we can't see?" she said, not even considering that Coraline might take the light away from the Other Father.
Coraline heard Trisha but part of her knew that even if they did fight the Other Mother that they might not win. They had no friends here, no one but themselves and it would be hard. They might not succeed. They might be trapped here for ever in the dark
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She followed Coraline down the stairs, eyes straining to see something, anything in the light or beyond it.
When the creepy music started, worthy of the scariest haunted house she'd ever been inside, Trisha nearly shrieked, the sound bubbling up out of her throat to be caught and smothered behind her teeth. She grabbed for Coraline's arm and finding it started to calm down. Don't freak out. Don't you dare freak out she thought fiercely to herself to get a handle on things.
Finally seeing the thing that was or had been Coraline's other father, Trisha shuddered, but she didn't look away from it's doughy countenance. "What did she do to him?" she whispered.
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When her friend turned, shifting her gaze around, Trisha nodded. For a second though, she couldn't take her eyes away from Coraline's diminished other father, watching in horror as his skin melted to the floor like cookie batter in the summer heat.
The sound of it made her break away from it. "How can we find it if we can't see?" she said, not even considering that Coraline might take the light away from the Other Father.
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