Mrs. Mallard went upstairs in her house sobbing, and locked the door behind her and sat motionless. After she had gotten news from her sister Josephine telling her that her husband had died in a railroad disaster. And inside the house was Richard who was Mr. Mallards best friend.
As Mrs. Mallard sat in the chair, she had a fearful feeling that something was creeping out of the sky. As if it was reaching towards her, she was two powerless to hold it back it and it possessed her. Then three words came out of her mouth free free free. Then every inch of her body relaxed. Deep down she no longer cared for Mr. Mallard since she really never loved him.
Then as Mr. Mallard was in the upstairs room, she was thinking about how she will only live for herself as the monstrous joy possessed her. Then her sister Josephine begged her to open the door Mr. Mallard told her to go away. Suddenly Mr. Mallard then prayed a quick prayer that life might be long alone then she opened the door to her sisters opportunity.
She has died of a heart disease, of the joy that kills.
Then Mrs. Mallard walked downstairs as a goddess of victory, with triumph in her eyes. Along with her sister Josephine. Where Richard was standing at the bottom waiting for them.
Just then they heard some one open the door with a latchkey. It was Mr. Mallard who was carrying a grip sack and umbrella. He has been very far from the accident and didn't even know there had been one. As soon as Mr. Mallard opened the door, he stood amazed by Josephine's piercing cry.
Then when the doctors came they said, "she had died of a heart disease-of the joy that kills." The moral of the story is true happiness comes from within. Rather than the circumstances outside of one's control.