She dreamed of black shapes that slid from place to place, avoiding the light, until they were all gathered together under the moon.
There was nothing there-just a wall, built of red bricks.Ĭoraline closed the old wooden door, turned out the light, and went to bed. She was sure that her mother had shut the door, but now it was ever so slightly open. Nothing but the old door that opened onto the brick wall. There was no furniture in that corner of the room. It paused, and then dashed silently across the carpet toward the farthest corner of the room. Coraline was just wondering whether or not she ought to turn on the lights when she saw the black shape edge slowly out from beneath the sofa.
