The Monkey's Paw

Yesterday evening I didn't want ot spend the rest of the day sitting infront of my computer. So I went to my bookshelf and pulled out a collection of short (mystery/horror) stories by W.W. Jacobs. After skipping through some of them I finally went to re-reading my favourite one: The Monkey's Paw.

"It moved," he cried, with a glance of disgust at the object as it lay on the floor. "As I wished, it twisted in my hand like a snake."
W.W. Jacobs - The Monkey's Paw


In the end reading this story forced me back to my computer, I just had to scribble something relating to it.