It had a spell put on it by an old fakir... He wanted to show that fate ruled people's lives, and that those who interfered with it did so to their sorrow.
I wish for two hundred pounds... It moved! As I wished, it twisted in my hand like a snake.
Badly hurt, but not in any pain. They admit no liability at all, but in consideration of your son's services they wish to present you with a certain sum as compensation. 200 pounds.
I wish my son alive again.
For God's sake, don't let it in!
The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house... 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.