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Neither spoke, but sat silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some time screwing up his courage, he took the box of matches, and striking one, went downstairs for a candle. At the foot of the stairs the match went out, and he paused to strike another; and at the same moment a knock came so quiet and stealthy as to be scarcely audible, sounded on the front door.

The matches fell from his hand and spilled in the passage. He stood motionless, his breath suspended until the knock was repeated.

Then he turned and fled swiftly back to his room, and closed the door behind him. A third knock sounded through the house. She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and catching her by the arm, held her tightly. What are you holding me for? Let go. I must open the door. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming. There was another knock, and another.

The old woman with a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room. Her husband followed to the landing, and called after her appealingly as she hurried downstairs.

He heard the chain rattle back and the bolt drawn slowly and stiffly from the socket. But her husband was on his hands and knees groping wildly on the floor in search of the paw. If only he could find it before the thing outside got in.

A perfect fusillade of knocks reverberated through the house, and he heard the scraping of a chair as his wife put it down in the passage against the door. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkey's paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish. The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house.

He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him the courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street lamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road. The Monkey's Paw Study Guide is designed for students and teachers.

Return to the W. Jacobs Home Page, or. Read the next short story; The Nest Egg. Henry H. The Monkey's Paw by W. Jacobs The Monkey's Paw is a classic "three wishes" story that doubles as a horror story and a cautionary tale; reminding us that unintended consequences often accompany the best intentions.

This widely read story is a favorite in classrooms around the world. The story was first published in and then featured in The Lady of the Barge , published in Enjoy our collection of Halloween Stories. Create a library and add your favorite stories. Get started by clicking the "Add" button. Its theme of wishes with consequences has also inspired many stories and movies.

On a cold and wet night in an out-of-the-way villa, Mr. White recalls some talk about a monkey's paw. Reluctantly, Morris takes out a mummified little paw from his pocket. He claims it had a spell cast on it by an old fakir to allow three separate men to have three wishes from it. The holy man had intended to teach a lesson to those who interfered with fate.

The family laughs, but the soldier turns white as he admits to having had his three wishes granted. He gravely recounts how he acquired the paw: the first owner, for his third wish, had wished for death. Asked why he still keeps the paw, Morris answers that it has already caused enough mischief.

He then suddenly throws the paw on the fire. White snatches it and, despite warnings from his friend, insists on keeping it. After the guest leaves, Herbert jokes about what his father might wish for.

When Mr. White says he already has all he wants, Herbert tells him to wish for pounds to pay off the house. White hesitantly does so then cries out. He swears that the paw moved in his hand as he made the wish. He also seems aware of the much older versions of the story he's telling. At one point he has the wife of his story, Mrs. White, jokingly talk of needing four pairs of hands, as in the old Indian tale, though she refers to it as from Arabian Nights.

After her husband's first wish for money has deadly results, she pushes for a second wish that would likely cause more misery, leaving the husband to use the third wish to prevent it—the usual pattern. More than any of the prevous versions, however, Jacobs develops the story as a suspenseful, atmospheric entertainment.

He makes it into one of the first great horror stories of the twentieth century. He takes the time to set up the story. He doesn't want us to read this as a kiddies' fairy tale in which it's just accepted that we regularly go into the woods and find magical beings who give us wishes. The mummified monkey's paw of the title comes with a back story: it's from India, of course, and a spell has been placed on it to grant wishes, expressly to teach people the folly of trying to change fate.

It's understood that sorrow is to result from the wishes. Yet, even knowing this, the paw's possessors cannot resist. The latest owner, our Mr. White, starts small in his wishing and for a while it's not clear that it's even working. His intrusion into the cosy suburban home of the Edwardian family grows increasingly unsettling as the story progresses. The story is a salutary reminder that, for many British people of the time, empire, too, was bound up with the far-off and the unknowable.

When introduced into the home, the exotic gift sets in motion an estrangement from the familiar. The sergeant-major hints that none of the previous owners of the magical talisman had come of any good.

Nevertheless, the husband and wife persist in their desire to experience the enchantment, and the story unfolds with the inevitability and momentum of a fairy tale. Essentially a supernatural morality tale, the narrative is, at its heart, about greed, fascination, and the dark possibilities of wish fulfilment. But his descent into the macabre, further developed by the rule of three sequence a traditional formula of fairy tales and horror alike , begins starkly, with a dreadful revelation, following their first wish.

In the midst of grief, he looks into the abyss of enchantment to subvert the natural order.