The Monkey's Paw
He took the paw, and dangling it between his forefinger and thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire. White, with a slight cry, stooped down and snatched it off.
"Better let it burn," said the soldier, solemnly.
"If you don't want it, Morris," said the other, "give it to me." (1.41)
He sat alone in the darkness, gazing at the dying fire, and seeing faces in it. The last face was so horrible and so simian [monkey-like] that he gazed at it in amazement. It got so vivid that, with a little uneasy laugh, he felt on the table for a glass containing a little water to throw over it. His hand grasped the monkey's paw, and with a little shiver he wiped his hand on his coat and went up to bed. (1.66)
But her husband was on his hands and knees groping wildly on the floor in search of the paw. If he could only find it before the thing outside got in. (3.48)