Outside, the world had become a formless, swirling mist with no
shapes or shadows behind it, while the house itself seemed to
have twisted and stretched. It appeared to Coraline that it was
crouching and staring down at her, as if it were not really a
house but only the idea of a house—and the person who had
had the idea, she was certain, was not a good person.

Autore: Neil Gaiman