Button, Button: Uncanny Stories - Softcover

Matheson, Richard

 
9780765312570: Button, Button: Uncanny Stories
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0765312573 ISBN 13: 9780765312570
Verlag: Tor Books, 2008

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This collection of stories features "Button, Button," the basis for the major motion picture, "The Box," starring Cameron Diaz and James Marsden.

Button, Button: Uncanny Stories contains a number of tales that were also adapted for television, as well as a new introduction by Richard Matheson himself.

What if every time you pushed a button you received $50,000...but someone you didn't know died? Would you still push the button? How many times?

"Button, Button", which inspired a memorable Twilight Zone episode, is just one of a dozen unforgettable tales in this collection by Richard Matheson, the New York Times bestselling author of I Am Legend and What Dreams May Come.

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Richard Matheson (1926-2013) was The New York Times bestselling author of I Am Legend, Hell House, Somewhere in Time, The Incredible Shrinking Man, Now You See It..., and What Dreams May Come, among others. He was named a Grand Master of Horror by the World Horror Convention, and received the Bram Stoker Award for Lifetime Achievement. He has also won the Edgar, the Spur, and the Writer's Guild awards. In 2010, he was inducted into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame. In addition to his novels Matheson wrote several screenplays for movies and TV, including several Twilight Zone episodes.

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Button, Button

Uncanny StoriesBy Richard Matheson

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Copyright © 2008 Richard Matheson
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ISBN: 9780765312570
Button, Button
BUTTON, BUTTON
The package was lying by the front door--a cube-shaped carton sealed with tape, the name and address printed by hand: MR. AND MRS. ARTHUR LEWIS, 217 E. 37TH STREET, NEW YORK, NEW YORK 10016. Norma picked it up, unlocked the door, and went into the apartment. It was just getting dark.
After she put the lamb chops in the broiler, she made herself a drink and sat down to open the package.
Inside the carton was a push-button unit fastened to a small wooden box. A glass dome covered the button. Norma tried to lift it off, but it was locked in place. She turned the unit over and saw a folded piece of paper Scotch-taped to the bottom of the box. She pulled it off: "Mr. Steward will call on you at eight p.m."
Norma put the button unit beside her on the couch. She sipped the drink and reread the typed note, smiling.
A few moments later, she went back into the kitchen to make the salad.
 
The doorbell rang at eight o'clock. "I'll get it," Norma called from the kitchen. Arthur was in the living room, reading.
There was a small man in the hallway. He removed his hat as Norma opened the door. "Mrs. Lewis?" he inquired politely.
"Yes?"
"I'm Mr. Steward."
"Oh, yes." Norma repressed a smile. She was sure now it was a sales pitch.
"May I come in?" asked Mr. Steward.
"I'm rather busy," Norma said. "I'll get you your watchamacallit, though." She started to turn.
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
Norma turned back. Mr. Steward's tone had been offensive. "No, I don't think so," she said.
"It could prove very valuable," he told her.
"Monetarily?" she challenged.
Mr. Steward nodded. "Monetarily," he said.
Norma frowned. She didn't like his attitude. "What are you trying to sell?" she asked.
"I'm not selling anything," he answered.
Arthur came out of the living room. "Something wrong?"
Mr. Steward introduced himself.
"Oh, the ..." Arthur pointed toward the living room and smiled. "What is that gadget, anyway?"
"It won't take long to explain," replied Mr. Steward. "May I come in?"
"If you're selling something ..." Arthur said.
Mr. Steward shook his head. "I'm not."
Arthur looked at Norma. "Up to you," she said.
He hesitated. "Well, why not?" he said.
They went into the living room and Mr. Steward sat in Norma's chair. He reached into an inside coat pocket and withdrew a small sealed envelope. "Inside here is a key to the bell-unit dome," he said. He set the envelope on the chairside table. "The bell is connected to our office."
"What's it for?" asked Arthur.
"If you push the button," Mr. Steward told him, "somewhere in the world, someone you don't know will die. In return for which you will receive a payment of fifty thousand dollars."
Norma stared at the small man. He was smiling.
"What are you talking about?" Arthur asked him.
Mr. Steward looked surprised. "But I've just explained," he said.
"Is this a practical joke?" asked Arthur.
"Not at all. The offer is completely genuine."
"You aren't making sense," Arthur said. "You expect us to believe ..."
"Whom do you represent?" demanded Norma.
Mr. Steward looked embarrassed. "I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to tell you that," he said. "However, I assure you the organization is of international scope."
"I think you'd better leave," Arthur said, standing.
Mr. Steward rose. "Of course."
"And take your button unit with you."
"Are you sure you wouldn't care to think about it for a day or so?"
Arthur picked up the button unit and the envelope and thrust them into Mr. Steward's hands. He walked into the hall and pulled open the door.
"I'll leave my card," said Mr. Steward. He placed it on the table by the door.
When he was gone, Arthur tore it in half and tossed the pieces onto the table. "God!" he said.
Norma was still sitting on the sofa. "What do you think it was?" she asked.
"I don't care to know," he answered.
She tried to smile but couldn't. "Aren't you curious at all?"
"No." He shook his head.
After Arthur returned to his book, Norma went back to the kitchen and finished washing the dishes.
 
Why won't you talk about it?" Norma asked later.
Arthur's eyes shifted as he brushed his teeth. He looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"Doesn't it intrigue you?"
"It offends me," Arthur said.
"I know, but--" Norma rolled another curler in her hair "--doesn't it intrigue you, too?"
"You think it's a practical joke?" she asked as they went into the bedroom.
"If it is, it's a sick one."
Norma sat on the bed and took off her slippers.
"Maybe it's some kind of psychological research."
Arthur shrugged. "Could be."
"Maybe some eccentric millionaire is doing it."
"Maybe."
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
Arthur shook his head.
"Why?"
"Because it's immoral," he told her.
Norma slid beneath the covers. "Well, I think it's intriguing," she said.
Arthur turned off the lamp and leaned over to kiss her. "Good night," he said.
"Good night." She patted his back.
Norma closed her eyes. Fifty thousand dollars, she thought.
 
In the morning, as she left the apartment, Norma saw the card halves on the table. Impulsively, she dropped them into her purse. She locked the front door and joined Arthur in the elevator.
While she was on her coffee break, she took the card halves from her purse and held the torn edges together. Only Mr. Steward's name and telephone number were printed on the card.
After lunch, she took the card halves from her purse again and Scotch-taped the edges together. Why am I doing this? she thought.
Just before five, she dialed the number.
"Good afternoon," said Mr. Steward's voice.
Norma almost hung up but restrained herself. She cleared her throat. "This is Mrs. Lewis," she said.
"Yes, Mrs. Lewis." Mr. Steward sounded pleased.
"I'm curious."
"That's natural," Mr. Steward said.
"Not that I believe a word of what you told us."
"Oh, it's quite authentic," Mr. Steward answered.
"Well, whatever ..." Norma swallowed. "When you said someone in the world would die, what did you mean?"
"Exactly that," he answered. "It could be anyone. All we guarantee is that you don't know them. And, of course, that you wouldn't have to watch them die."
"For fifty thousand dollars," Norma said.
"That is correct."
She made a scoffing sound. "That's crazy."
"Nonetheless, that is the proposition," Mr. Steward said. "Would you like me to return the button unit?"
Norma stiffened. "Certainly not." She hung up angrily.
 
The package was lying by the front door; Norma saw it as she left the elevator. Well, of all the nerve, she thought. She glared at the carton as she unlocked the door. I just won't...

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Verlag
Tor Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2008
Sprache
Englisch
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0765312573
ISBN 13 
9780765312570
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208
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