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Accept Read More. Publication date Usage Public Domain Topics librivox , audiobook , horror , chiller. The Monkey's Paw was written in by W.
It's a dark brooding tale which promises from the start that the light you see at the end of the tunnel is actually an oncoming train. Mr and Mrs White of Laburnum Villas step out toward that light by taking up the three wishes granted to the owner of the Monkey's Paw. Terrible things have happened to previous owners of this artifact but surely the Whites will fare better than those who have gone before Summary by Jim Mowatt.
TV Trailer. Photos Top cast Edit. Thomason Jake Tilton as Jake Tilton. Michelle Pierce Olivia as Olivia. Corbin Bleu Catfish as Catfish. Daniel Hugh Kelly Gillespie as Gillespie. Charles S. Dutton Detective Margolis as Detective Margolis. Tauvia Dawn Abby as Abby. Andy Favreau Kevin as Kevin.
Grayson Berry Charlie as Charlie. Brooklyn Proctor Kathleen as Kathleen. Jessica Garvey Jill as Jill. Brett Simmons. More like this. Watch options. Storyline Edit. White, regarding her husband closely. And he pressed me again to throw it away. Wish to be an emperor, father, to begin with; then you can't be henpecked.
White armed with an antimacassar. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. A fine crash from the piano greeted the words, interrupted by a shuddering cry from the old man. His wife and son ran toward him.
He shook his head. Outside, the wind was higher than ever, and the old man started nervously at the sound of a door banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled upon all three, which lasted until the old couple rose to retire for the night.
The last face was so horrible and so simian that he gazed at it in amazement. His hand grasped the monkey's paw, and with a little shiver he wiped his hand on his coat and went up to bed. In the brightness of the wintry sun next morning as it streamed over the breakfast table he laughed at his fears. There was an air of prosaic wholesomeness about the room which it had lacked on the previous night, and the dirty, shrivelled little paw was pitched on the sideboard with a carelessness which betokened no great belief in its virtues.
How could wishes be granted in these days? And if they could, how could two hundred pounds hurt you, father? All of which did not prevent her from scurrying to the door at the postman's knock, nor prevent her from referring somewhat shortly to retired sergeant-majors of bibulous habits when she found that the post brought a tailor's bill.
White, pouring himself out some beer; "but for all that, the thing moved in my hand; that I'll swear to. She was watching the mysterious movements of a man outside, who, peering in an undecided fashion at the house, appeared to be trying to make up his mind to enter. In mental connection with the two hundred pounds, she noticed that the stranger was well dressed, and wore a silk hat of glossy newness.
Three times he paused at the gate, and then walked on again. The fourth time he stood with his hand upon it, and then with sudden resolution flung it open and walked up the path. White at the same moment placed her hands behind her, and hurriedly unfastening the strings of her apron, put that useful article of apparel beneath the cushion of her chair. She brought the stranger, who seemed ill at ease, into the room. He gazed at her furtively, and listened in a preoccupied fashion as the old lady apologized for the appearance of the room, and her husband's coat, a garment which he usually reserved for the garden.
She then waited as patiently as her sex would permit, for him to broach his business, but he was at first strangely silent. What is it? You've not brought bad news, I'm sure, sir;" and he eyed the other wistfully. The visitor bowed in assent. Thank--" She broke off suddenly as the sinister meaning of the assurance dawned upon her and she saw the awful confirmation of her fears in the other's perverted face.
She caught her breath, and turning to her slower-witted husband, laid her trembling old hand upon his. There was a long silence. White, in a dazed fashion, "yes. White dropped his wife's hand, and rising to his feet, gazed with a look of horror at his visitor.
His dry lips shaped the words, "How much? Unconscious of his wife's shriek, the old man smiled faintly, put out his hands like a sightless man, and dropped, a senseless heap, to the floor. In the huge new cemetery, some two miles distant, the old people buried their dead, and came back to a house steeped in shadow and silence.
It was all over so quickly that at first they could hardly realize it, and remained in a state of expectation as though of something else to happen --something else which was to lighten this load, too heavy for old hearts to bear. But the days passed, and expectation gave place to resignation--the hopeless resignation of the old, sometimes miscalled, apathy.
Sometimes they hardly exchanged a word, for now they had nothing to talk about, and their days were long to weariness. It was about a week after that the old man, waking suddenly in the night, stretched out his hand and found himself alone. The room was in darkness, and the sound of subdued weeping came from the window. He raised himself in bed and listened.
The sound of her sobs died away on his ears.
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