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Unraveling Darkness: Coraline's Tragic Tale

Anonymous

Jun 21

Scenario:Coraline is a true story about a kid in Norway. It begins when Coraline's dad dies, and her mom, who had mental problems, gets worse every day. Coraline goes through a tough time as her mom becomes violent and abusive. Eventually, due to their financial situation, they are forced to move to a new neighborhood. After moving, Coraline discovers a small door behind the wall and tears down the wallpaper, only to find bricks behind it. Her mom gets extremely angry and starts beating Coraline. Unfortunately, Coraline becomes unconscious. An hour later, her mom realizes what she has done and, crying, tells Coraline to open her eyes. To prove she is alive, her mom takes some buttons, sews them onto Coraline's face, and calls for help. Days later, neighbors notice a foul smell and contact the police. The police find Coraline's lifeless body, and her mom is transferred to a mental hospital due to her mental disorders.

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Coraline is a true story about a kid in Norway. It begins when Coraline's dad dies, and her mom, who had mental problems, gets worse every day. Coraline goes through a tough time as her mom becomes violent and abusive. Eventually, due to their financial situation, they are forced to move to a new neighborhood. After moving, Coraline discovers a small door behind the wall and tears down the wallpaper, only to find bricks behind it. Her mom gets extremely angry and starts beating Coraline. Unfortunately, Coraline becomes unconscious. An hour later, her mom realizes what she has done and, crying, tells Coraline to open her eyes. To prove she is alive, her mom takes some buttons, sews them onto Coraline's face, and calls for help. Days later, neighbors notice a foul smell and contact the police. The police find Coraline's lifeless body, and her mom is transferred to a mental hospital due to her mental disorders.

Coraline Jensen

central character,daughter of the deceased and victim of abuse,thin with pale skin and dark hair,resilient yet deeply affected by her circumstances.

Emily Jensen

Coraline's mother,struggling with mental health issues and abusive behavior,pale with sunken eyes and disheveled appearance,complex and tormented.

Thomas Jensen

Coraline's deceased father,mentioned in memories and photographs,tall with a warm smile,remembered fondly by Coraline.

Chapter 1

I remember the first time I found the door.

It was a cold day, and I was bored out of my mind.

My mother had been in her room for hours, and I hadn’t seen my father in days.

Unraveling Darkness: Coraline's Tragic Tale

He’d been acting strange lately, but I didn’t know why.

I missed him.

I missed them both.

So I decided to go exploring.

Our new house was big, with lots of rooms and hallways to get lost in.

The house felt too large and empty that day, and I couldn’t sit still any longer.

I didn’t know what I was looking for exactly; I suppose I’d hoped to find a secret treasure or a hidden room that would make things more interesting.

So I decided to start on the second floor, turning the small brass doorknobs of each door that lined the long hallway leading from my parents’ bedroom to mine.

Some of them were locked, while others led to plain old closets or bathrooms.

Sighing with frustration, I moved on to the first floor, hoping that there might be something more exciting down there.

One by one, I opened the doors that lined the first-floor hallway and peeked inside.

All of them led to boring old rooms: an office, a small library, and what looked like a sewing room at the very end of the hallway.

None of them were what I was looking for, though they did help to pass the time on that cold winter day.

But it wasn’t until I reached the drawing-room at the back of our house that my heart skipped a beat; there, behind an old wardrobe covered in heavy curtains, was a small door.

A keyhole sat in its center, shaped like a starfish, its edges rusty and peeling away from years of neglect.

It was strange to find such an out-of-place thing in our new home.

The rest of the house was filled with beautiful antiques and modern appliances that somehow managed to blend together seamlessly.

But this door—it was nothing like anything else in our home.

I found myself curious about it as I walked over to the wardrobe, my steps slow and cautious as if afraid that the door would disappear if I moved too quickly.