`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 man held his breath. At the foot of the door, was a figure only of one's imagination. The aversion was a nightmare. Endowed with the face of their very own, the creature was man like fa part from the 3 limb His skin was of a pale sickening gray, that like titanium. A shriek was abruptly cut-off and then turned mute. Mr.White slowly took his hand off his wife’s pasty face. “It’s our son! Oh my god!” she cried out. Her eyes were swollen of tears, and her knees were weak. Her face was enshrouded with pain. Without a word, the anathema uninvitingly entered the house, to the room