Coraline was getting hungry which was quite odd. She was dead, she was sure she was dead but she was hungry. Maybe that was why some ghosts, not the ghosts she had known, got cranky with people. Who would want to spend an eternity getting thirstier and hungrier? No one. And no one could hear her or see her which sucked.

Coraline groaned in frustration, sighing as she tried to pick up a piece of the artefact and groaning when her fingers went straight through it.

"This place sucks!" Coraline said in frustration. "I hate being dead. I just want to go home."