Question

7. Read this passage from The Monkey's Paw." What would be the best way to write it in first person point of view without changing the resolution of the story?
The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase,
and a long loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him the courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street lamp flickering
opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road.

I quit knocking at the door, but you could still hear the echoes. As the door opened, I heard my mother give a long wail of disappointment. My father ran down the stairs
and out to the gate, but they never saw me on the road.

The knocking ceased suddenly, but I could still hear the echoes of it. I drew the chair back and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase and I gave a long
loud wail of disappointment and misery. That gave my husband the courage to run down to my side, and then he ran out to the gate. He couldn't see anything there.

I told those people not to make the wish. I heard later that there was a knocking on the door that suddenly ceased. The old lady drew back the chair and the door
opened. My friend heard her long wail of disappointment and misery and ran down to her. Then he ran out to the gate. The street lamp shone on a quiet and deserted
road.

The knocking ceased suddenly, but I could still the echoes of it. I heard the chair drawn back, and the door open. A cold wind rushed up the staircase as I heard a long
wail of disappointment and misery from my wife. This gave me the courage to run down to her, and then out to the gate. The street lamp flickered on a quiet and
deserted road.

Answer 1

Answer:

In an instant, the bangs ceased, yet the echo was still audible. The door opened as I sat back in my chair. As a surge of cold air came up the steps, I let out a long, loud scream of despair and misery. As soon as I saw him, he rushed to my side and immediately fled. He could see nothing in front of him.

I told them that their desires would not be fulfilled. A few days later, I learnt that someone had been hammering on my door, but suddenly the noise quickly ceased. Her chair reclined, and the door swung wide as she pushed it open. My friend rushed down to soothe her after hearing her long and terrible scream of anguish. After that, he sped away. Empty streets were bathed in light from the streetlight.

The banging suddenly stopped, yet the echoes persisted. The door unlocked as soon as I pushed back my chair. Screaming in agony, I slammed the door shut and fell backwards down the stairs. I was so elated that my husband raced over and jumped over the gate with me. He could see nothing in front of him.

I reminded them not to put their hopes and dreams in the hands of others. A few days later, I learnt that someone had been hammering on my door, but suddenly the noise quickly ceased. Her chair reclined, and the door swung wide as she pushed it open. My friend rushed down to soothe her after hearing her long and terrible scream of anguish. After that, he sped away. Empty streets were bathed in light from the streetlight.

The thudding suddenly ceased, but I could still hear the echoes it left behind. I pushed the chair back, and the door swung open. As a chilly wind came up the stairs, I heard my wife let out a long cry of disappointment and despair. I rushed down to her and then out of the gate, spurred on by this. A lonesome road, lit only by a sputtering streetlamp.

Explanation:

This is my point-of-view, and you are welcome to alter it.