Sharon Umansky
English
Mrs. Schechter
11/1/10
The Monkeys Paw
“What is that sound?’ she said. “Herbert!” she was screaming. As the knocking grew louder, the more she screamed. “It is a rat honey.” I said. No hope, she just kept screaming. As she headed down the stairs, I pictured my son all destroyed. I could not bear to see him that way. I loved my son more than anything but if it meant to bring him back all torn up and tortured, then I would rather him be dead. If it is one thing that I learned from the monkeys paw is that in order to gain your wish you first lose something you love more than anything. Nothing, not even money is worth losing family over. I had to stop my wife before it is too late. I grabbed the monkeys paw and headed downstairs after my wife. I watched desperately as my wife turned the door knob to reveal the figure I only knew so well standing there. I felt tears coming down my face as I realized that figure was my son. My son Herbert was standing at my doorway. Only something was very different.