The bed creaked as I shifted from my restless slumber. I sit up and take the sweat covered sheets off my legs. I flick on the lamp and stumble into the bathroom. I turn on the sink and splash my face with the ice cold water, turning off the sink I look into the mirror,and grimace. My hair is matted to my head, my eyes bloodshot from crying, my clothes clinging to my sweaty body.
I shudder as I remember the recurring nightmare of my brother dying, but the worst thing is, it’s not a nightmare, it’s a memory. I change my clothes and crawl back into bed. As I lay awake, trying to fall asleep I can hear the paw calling for its next victim. I block it away and turn over, trying not to listen to its cries. When I finally fall asleep I think of two questions. Why did I let Charles have the paw? Also, what will I do with it now that he’s gone?
That night, I dream of how it all started.
“Mathew! Mathew! The carnival is in town!” …show more content…
She says something else under her breathe and it sounds something like you poor boy. “What is that?” I ask, curious.
“Boys, what I am about to tell you, is need to know information only. I wouldn’t be telling you, Mathew if it didn’t concern you, but some of it does. This boys is the monkey’s paw.” She brings out something lumpy in a cloth, she unravels it and a disfigured hand comes out. Gross. “It doesn't look like much but trust me, it has power. I was made by an old fakir, who wanted to show people that fate ruled their lives. Only three men can have 3 wishes on this paw.”
“Okay, so what does this mean for us?” Charles says, taking the paw out of the lady’s hand and examining it. “It means, Charles, that you are the first man to wish on the paw.” She says her voice sad. Before we have time to react she is pushing us out of her door. “You boys must get going, look at the hour, good-day.” And with that we are pushed out of the
I shudder as I remember the recurring nightmare of my brother dying, but the worst thing is, it’s not a nightmare, it’s a memory. I change my clothes and crawl back into bed. As I lay awake, trying to fall asleep I can hear the paw calling for its next victim. I block it away and turn over, trying not to listen to its cries. When I finally fall asleep I think of two questions. Why did I let Charles have the paw? Also, what will I do with it now that he’s gone?
That night, I dream of how it all started.
“Mathew! Mathew! The carnival is in town!” …show more content…
She says something else under her breathe and it sounds something like you poor boy. “What is that?” I ask, curious.
“Boys, what I am about to tell you, is need to know information only. I wouldn’t be telling you, Mathew if it didn’t concern you, but some of it does. This boys is the monkey’s paw.” She brings out something lumpy in a cloth, she unravels it and a disfigured hand comes out. Gross. “It doesn't look like much but trust me, it has power. I was made by an old fakir, who wanted to show people that fate ruled their lives. Only three men can have 3 wishes on this paw.”
“Okay, so what does this mean for us?” Charles says, taking the paw out of the lady’s hand and examining it. “It means, Charles, that you are the first man to wish on the paw.” She says her voice sad. Before we have time to react she is pushing us out of her door. “You boys must get going, look at the hour, good-day.” And with that we are pushed out of the