Coral stood in front of the big house, deciding which door would hit first. She really wanted to know how the tall, thin boy knew her last name, but suddenly she remembered that her mother, Coraline, was quite famous there, so she decided to go downstairs where probably the two old ladies who would help her mother lived. Coral could not remember their names, but she was determined to make that visit.
Coral knocked on the door twice and quickly remembered that his mother had spoken about some Scottish terrier, or was it several? The door opened and a red-haired girl appeared smiling in the doorway.
- Hi. Jones! Her eyes were smiling with his lips, the girl was thin and the height of Coral.
- Hi. How do you know ...
- Who are you? - the other voice appeared suddenly behind Coral who can not help but jump out of fright. The other girl was thin and tall, almost as tall as Balt Bobinsky, her hair was blond and long. Coral was between the two girls.
- Yes, this. How do you know who I am? Coral asked looking at one and then the other.
"No, I was asking who you are. The girl said with a laugh.
"Forcible, she's Coraline's daughter, do not you see?" Look at this little face in search of adventure. - The girl who was at the door for a second seems to be over 100 years old, Coral shook with that thought.
"Spink, you look like an old woman when you talk like that. Then the girl outside looked at Coral's face. - Oh, yes, yes. Same as mother. Come on, in, in.
The three girls entered the house. Coral stopped abruptly, her heart almost coming out of her mouth, she was afraid for two minutes. In front of her were the statues of two very old women, one short and fat and the other tall with large breasts. It looked like two living people staring at him. Two plump old women.
"Do not be alarmed, they will not do you any harm. "The lowest girl, Spink," he said as he led Coral into the living room, drawing closer to the two statues.
"Because they're nothing but wax statues." Forcible said, staring for two minutes at the two bizarre statues that looked like dolls staring at each other.
- Bizarre. Coral whispered.
Coral sat on the flowered couch and looked around, it did not look like anything his mother had described to him, there were no terriers barking through the house or even on the walls with angel wings.
"So you're enjoying your new home." Spink asked, pouring a glass of very yellow juice to Coral.
"It's very old ..." Coral said as he looked around and suddenly noticed something strange, something that was wrong and that was for her to realize the moment you entered that house, but Coral was just a child, did not understand These things so quickly. - Where are your parents?
The two girls exchanged confused looks before answering the question.
"We do not live here alone if that's what you're thinking." Forcible said.
- Not even. Her mother is traveling on business, and so is my mother. Spink paused to take a sip of the juice.
- Yes, she's very friendly. Our grandmothers were friends, so our mothers are friends, just as we're both friends. Forcible spoke so slowly that Coral nearly yawned. She was finding that visit more and more monotonous, and they were not talking about anything she wanted to know.
"Your grandmothers were the Misses. Spink and Forcible? The two former actresses who, in a way, helped my mother defeat the ....
- Yes, yes, dear. By the way, my name is Amanda Spink, and she's Amanda Forcible. And you're Coraline's daughter.
- Amanda and ... Amanda? "Coral was a bit surprised that they both had the same name.
"Not to be confused, you can call me Spink and she's forcible."
"Yes, dear, you can call us that." Forcible completed.
Coral was finding these two very strange, even stranger than the slim, tall boy with a silly name, but that made her even more anxious for an adventure.
"My name is Coral Jones, but I think you already know ..." Coral stopped, looking at both of them, they must have been only about 13 years old. "If your mothers are traveling, then are you here alone?"
"After our grandmothers, Mirian and April died, after that it was all very difficult. - the short girl, whose name was Amanda Spink, was the one who talked the most.
"But after your mother came here we were quieter." Amanda Forcible said, looking suspiciously at the other Amanda.
"Did my mother come here?" When?
"She was here after they died." Spink gestured toward the bizarre statues of the two plump old women. Coral had already forgotten that they were there. - A good person.
"Oh yes, she is. She is everything our grandparents told us. She really is a great inspiration. Forcible said.
"What did they tell you?" It's because of ...
"How old are you, Miss. Jones?"Spink asked, interrupting Coral.
"12, and you?" "I'm 12." "They both said it at the same time. Coral was even more amazed, they really were too mature for age.- But are not you afraid to live here? Because of the ....- Spink! It's time! Amanda Forcible spoke so loudly and urgently that Coral stood up startled. "You must go home now." It's getting late. Amanda Spink said as she led Coral to the door. Coral did not understand why they suddenly became anxious. Coral stopped at the entrance and turned to the two girls standing side by side. When their mouths were closed, they were just two sweet little girls that Coral would love to play, to be friends with. But there was something ancient about those two, a certain wisdom that Coral would still learn a little. "Thank you for the juice and the pleasant conversation. Coral tried to sound the same. "Come back here tomorrow." We could play with grandma's old dolls. Coral looked at them, was surprised for two minutes, for now, at that moment, she heard what two children would actually say. She smiled and left. Now that Coral could see the sky, she realized how late it was. He had not noticed the time to pass, and it did not really seem to have passed, but now a dense darkness dominated the sky, and the little ray of sunshine bid farewell to the horizon.Coral was climbing the front steps of his house when he noticed a Corner of your eye. This time she did not mind, she knew it was the cocky cat again. She would not mind. When she went into the house, Coraline was in the kitchen, setting the dinner table, Wybie played with little Toby in the living room. Both were on the floor. - She went to where her father and brother were and lay down on the sofa. - Hi, my love. Where were you? He asked, not taking his eyes off Toby. "It was bothering the neighbors, probably. Coraline said, standing in front of them, hands on her hips. "Of course not Mom, I was just meeting them. Coral said. - And they are very nice aproposito, I really liked the two Amanda who live in the apartment below. - Okay. Dinner time. - Coraline spoke and everyone went to the dinner table. The Jones Lovat Family normally dined, just like every happy family, Coral did not talk about the day he had, nor did anyone ask. They just talked about other things, about their old house, and old neighbors. But nothing about the terrifying stories that have already happened there of which Coral's mother was the protagonist. But Coral had not forgotten, and this terrifying new story was just beginning. "Mom, can I see the door now?" Coral asked when they had finished dinner. Wybie tensed, he really did not like that. "No, honey, you're going to bed now. Tomorrow you can take a look. Coraline said as she took the plates from the table. Wybie was already with Toby on the arm. "I'm going to put that boy in bed." "Okay, my love." "Mom, but I want to see now." "I already said no, and if you say it again, you will not see it none. Coraline scowled at her daughter. "Now go to bed." Coral came out grunting from the living room, never seen his mother so angry. She lay on the bed and then fell asleep. The dreams began a few minutes later. Coral was outside his house, the air was icy, but the sky was clear. A wind began to blow hard in all directions, and again a whisper hid behind that gale. Coral could not understand what the whispering wind was saying, but she knew where it came from. The well. Her steps were not so fast, but she was already facing the well. "My little doll" That was what the whispering wind spoke, Coral felt every hair on his body creep up, "Who are you?" Coral's voice echoed inside the well, "Go to the door." The wind answered, Coral felt a certain anxiety in the whispering wind coming out of the well. "My mother does not want to show me." "She's not your mother. "Of course she's my mother." Coral was getting irritated, she knew it was just a dream, she knew it was all her awareness showing how impressed she was with her mother's past. "I'm missing you so much, my little doll." "That's just a dream." "Come home dear." "How?" "You know what you should do." The voice sounded so squeaky and scary that Coral fell to Behind; Was in his bed and saw that it was all a dream, but Coral, in a way, knew what to do. Everyone was asleep, it was the perfect time to explore.