Personal Narrative-The Monkey's Paw

The Monkey’s Paw
It was a cold and windy night. I hear the man knock on a door. It opens and I hear the voice of a women and man. The man who’s pocket I’m in takes a seat. They begin chatting and catching up with each other. They began talking about me. I heard them say I’m a dangerous thing to play with. Nonsense! I bring no harm….on purpose. I simply take something valuable from the wisher, as he/she wishes for something valuable. After all, beggars can’t be choosers. I hear more bickering about myself but soon I snap out my thoughts when I feel myself becoming scorching hot. That man put me in the fireplace! No, No No! This can’t be the end! The heat leaves my body and I now feel myself being carried. The hand I’m in is much more softer