{"id":24784,"date":"2025-10-25T23:28:57","date_gmt":"2025-10-26T03:28:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lecturia.org\/?p=24784"},"modified":"2025-10-25T23:29:00","modified_gmt":"2025-10-26T03:29:00","slug":"richard-matheson-button-button","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lecturia.org\/en\/short-stories\/richard-matheson-button-button\/24784\/","title":{"rendered":"Richard Matheson: Button, Button"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Synopsis:<\/strong> \u201cButton, Button\u201d<\/em> is a disturbing short story by Richard Matheson, first published in Playboy<\/em> magazine in June 1970. The story follows Norma and Arthur Lewis, who receive a strange package at their New York apartment. Inside, they find a device with a button protected by a glass dome, along with a note announcing a visit from Mr. Steward. When he arrives, he makes them a chilling offer: if they press the button, someone they don\u2019t know will die \u2014 and they will receive fifty thousand dollars. This moral dilemma puts to the test the couple\u2019s ethics and their deepest ambitions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Richard<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Button, Button<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Richard Matheson
(Full story)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The package was lying by the front door\u2014a 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After she put the lamb chops in the broiler, she made herself a drink and sat down to open the package.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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: \u201cMr. Steward will call on you at eight p.m.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma put the button unit beside her on the couch. She sipped the drink and reread the typed note, smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few moments later, she went back into the kitchen to make the salad. The doorbell rang at eight o\u2019clock. \u201cI\u2019ll get it,\u201d Norma called from the kitchen. Arthur was in the living room, reading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a small man in the hallway. He removed his hat as Norma opened the door. \u201cMrs. Lewis?\u201d he inquired politely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m Mr. Steward.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, yes.\u201d Norma repressed a smile. She was sure now it was a sales pitch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMay I come in?\u201d asked Mr. Steward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m rather busy,\u201d Norma said. \u201cI\u2019ll get you your watchamacallit, though.\u201d She started to turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you want to know what it is?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma turned back. Mr. Steward\u2019s tone had been offensive. \u201cNo, I don\u2019t think so,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt could prove very valuable,\u201d he told her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMonetarily?\u201d she challenged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Steward nodded. \u201cMonetarily,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma frowned. She didn\u2019t like his attitude. \u201cWhat are you trying to sell?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not selling anything,\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur came out of the living room. \u201cSomething wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Steward introduced himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, the . . .\u201d Arthur pointed toward the living room and smiled. \u201cWhat is that gadget, anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt won\u2019t take long to explain,\u201d replied Mr. Steward. \u201cMay I come in?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re selling something . . .\u201d Arthur said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Steward shook his head. \u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur looked at Norma. \u201cUp to you,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hesitated. \u201cWell, why not?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They went into the living room and Mr. Steward sat in Norma\u2019s chair. He reached into an inside coat pocket and withdrew a small sealed envelope. \u201cInside here is a key to the bell-unit dome,\u201d he said. He set the envelope on the chairside table. \u201cThe bell is connected to our office.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s it for?\u201d asked Arthur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you push the button,\u201d Mr. Steward told him, \u201csomewhere in the world, someone you don\u2019t know will die. In return for which you will receive a payment of fifty thousand dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma stared at the small man. He was smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d Arthur asked him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Steward looked surprised. \u201cBut I\u2019ve just explained,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs this a practical joke?\u201d asked Arthur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot at all. The offer is completely genuine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou aren\u2019t making sense,\u201d Arthur said. \u201cYou expect us to believe . . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhom do you represent?\u201d demanded Norma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Steward looked embarrassed. \u201cI\u2019m afraid I\u2019m not at liberty to tell you that,\u201d he said. \u201cHowever, I assure you the organization is of international scope.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think you\u2019d better leave,\u201d Arthur said, standing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Steward rose. \u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd take your button unit with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you sure you wouldn\u2019t care to think about it for a day or so?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur picked up the button unit and the envelope and thrust them into Mr. Steward\u2019s hands. He walked into the hall and pulled open the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll leave my card,\u201d said Mr. Steward. He placed it on the table by the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he was gone, Arthur tore it in half and tossed the pieces onto the table. \u201cGod!\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma was still sitting on the sofa. \u201cWhat do you think it was?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care to know,\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She tried to smile but couldn\u2019t. \u201cAren\u2019t you curious at all?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After Arthur returned to his book, Norma went back to the kitchen and finished washing the dishes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


\u201cWhy won\u2019t you talk about it?\u201d Norma asked later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur\u2019s eyes shifted as he brushed his teeth. He looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDoesn\u2019t it intrigue you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt offends me,\u201d Arthur said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know, but\u2014\u201d Norma rolled another curler in her hair \u201c\u2014doesn\u2019t it intrigue you, too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou think it\u2019s a practical joke?\u201d she asked as they went into the bedroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf it is, it\u2019s a sick one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma sat on the bed and took off her slippers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe it\u2019s some kind of psychological research.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur shrugged. \u201cCould be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe some eccentric millionaire is doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWouldn\u2019t you like to know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBecause it\u2019s immoral,\u201d he told her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma slid beneath the covers. \u201cWell, I think it\u2019s intriguing,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur turned off the lamp and leaned over to kiss her. \u201cGood night,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood night.\u201d She patted his back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma closed her eyes. Fifty thousand dollars, she thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While she was on her coffee break, she took the card halves from her purse and held the torn edges together. Only Mr. Steward\u2019s name and telephone number were printed on the card.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After lunch, she took the card halves from her purse again and Scotch-taped the edges together. Why am I doing this? she thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just before five, she dialed the number.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood afternoon,\u201d said Mr. Steward\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma almost hung up but restrained herself. She cleared her throat. \u201cThis is Mrs. Lewis,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, Mrs. Lewis.\u201d Mr. Steward sounded pleased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m curious.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s natural,\u201d Mr. Steward said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot that I believe a word of what you told us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, it\u2019s quite authentic,\u201d Mr. Steward answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, whatever . . .\u201d Norma swallowed. \u201cWhen you said someone in the world would die, what did you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cExactly that,\u201d he answered. \u201cIt could be anyone. All we guarantee is that you don\u2019t know them. And, of course, that you wouldn\u2019t have to watch them die.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFor fifty thousand dollars,\u201d Norma said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat is correct.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She made a scoffing sound. \u201cThat\u2019s crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNonetheless, that is the proposition,\u201d Mr. Steward said. \u201cWould you like me to return the button unit?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma stiffened. \u201cCertainly not.\u201d She hung up angrily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


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\u2019t take it in, she thought. She went inside and started dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, she carried her drink to the front hall. Opening the door, she picked up the package and carried it into the kitchen, leaving it on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sat in the living room, sipping her drink and looking out the window. After awhile, she went back into the kitchen to turn the cutlets in the broiler. She put the package in a bottom cabinet. She\u2019d throw it out in the morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


\u201cMaybe some eccentric millionaire is playing games with people,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur looked up from his dinner. \u201cI don\u2019t understand you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet it go,\u201d he told her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma ate in silence. Suddenly, she put her fork down. \u201cSuppose it\u2019s a genuine offer,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSuppose it\u2019s a genuine offer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAll right, suppose it is!\u201d He looked incredulous. \u201cWhat would you like to do? Get the button back and push it? Murder someone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma looked disgusted. \u201cMurder.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow would you<\/em> define it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you don\u2019t even know the person?\u201d Norma asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur looked astounded. \u201cAre you saying what I think you are?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf it\u2019s some old Chinese peasant ten thousand miles away? Some diseased native in the Congo?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow about some baby boy in Pennsylvania?\u201d Arthur countered. \u201cSome beautiful little girl on the next block?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNow you\u2019re loading things.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe point is, Norma,\u201d he continued, \u201cthat who<\/em> you kill makes no difference. It\u2019s still murder.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe point is,\u201d Norma broke in, \u201cif it\u2019s someone you\u2019ve never seen in your life and never will see, someone whose death you don\u2019t even have to know about, you still wouldn\u2019t push the button?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur stared at her, appalled. \u201cYou mean you would?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFifty thousand dollars, Arthur.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat has the amount . . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFifty thousand dollars, Arthur,\u201d Norma interrupted. \u201cA chance to take that trip to Europe we\u2019ve always talked about.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNorma, no.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA chance to buy that cottage on the Island.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNorma, no.\u201d His face was white. \u201cFor God\u2019s sake, no!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shuddered. \u201cAll right, take it easy,\u201d she said. \u201cWhy are you getting so upset? It\u2019s only talk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After dinner, Arthur went into the living room. Before he left the table, he said, \u201cI\u2019d rather not discuss it anymore, if you don\u2019t mind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norma shrugged. \u201cFine with me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n


She got up earlier than usual to make pancakes, eggs, and bacon for Arthur\u2019s breakfast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the occasion?\u201d he asked with a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo occasion.\u201d Norma looked offended. \u201cI wanted to do it, that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m glad you did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She refilled his cup. \u201cWanted to show you I\u2019m not . . .\u201d she shrugged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSelfish.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid I say you were?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell\u2014\u201d She gestured vaguely. \u201c\u2014last night . . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur didn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAll that talk about the button,\u201d Norma said. \u201cI think you\u2014well, misunderstood me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn what way?\u201d His voice was guarded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think you felt\u2014\u201d She gestured again. \u201c\u2014that I was only thinking of myself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNorma.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, I wasn\u2019t. When I talked about Europe, a cottage on the Island . . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNorma, why are we getting so involved in this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not involved at all.\u201d She drew in a shaking breath. \u201cI\u2019m simply trying to indicate that . . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat I\u2019d like for us to go to Europe. Like for us to have a nicer apartment, nicer furniture, nicer clothes. Like for us to finally have a baby, for that matter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNorma, we will,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stared at her in dismay. \u201cNorma . . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you\u2014\u201d He seemed to draw back slightly. \u201cAre you really saying . . . ?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m saying that they\u2019re probably doing it for some research project!\u201d she cut him off. \u201cThat they want to know what average people would do under such a circumstance! That they\u2019re just saying someone would die, in order to study reactions, see if there\u2019d be guilt, anxiety, whatever! You don\u2019t really think they\u2019d kill somebody, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arthur didn\u2019t answer. She saw his hands trembling. After awhile, he got up and left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he\u2019d gone to work, Norma remained at the table, staring into her coffee. I\u2019m going to be late, she thought. She shrugged. What difference did it make? She should be home anyways, not working in an office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While she was stacking the dishes, she turned abruptly, dried her hands, and took the package from the bottom cabinet. Opening it, she set the button unit on the table. She stared at it for a long time before taking the key from its envelope and removing the glass dome. She stared at the button. How ridiculous, she thought. All this over a meaningless button.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reaching out, she pressed it down. For us, she thought angrily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shuddered. Was it happening? A chill of horror swept across her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a moment, it had passed. She made a contemptuous noise. Ridiculous, she thought. To get so worked up over nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


She had just turned the supper steaks and was making herself another drink when the telephone rang. She picked it up. \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMrs. Lewis?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is the Lenox Hill Hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She felt unreal as the voice informed her of the subway accident, the shoving crowd. Arthur pushed from the platform in front of the train. She was conscious of shaking her head but couldn\u2019t stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she hung up, she remembered Arthur\u2019s life insurance policy for $25,000, with double indemnity for\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo.\u201d She couldn\u2019t seem to breathe. She struggled to her feet and walked in the kitchen numbly. Something cold pressed at her skull as she removed the button unit from the wastebasket. There were no nails or screws visible. She couldn\u2019t see how it was put together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Abruptly, she began to smash it on the sink edge, pounding it harder and harder, until the wood split. She pulled the sides apart, cutting her fingers without noticing. There were no transistors in the box, no wires or tubes. The box was empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She whirled with a gasp as the telephone rang. Stumbling into the living room, she picked up the receiver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMrs. Lewis?\u201d Mr. Steward asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t her voice shrieking so; it couldn\u2019t be. \u201cYou said I wouldn\u2019t know the one that died!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy dear lady,\u201d Mr. Steward said, \u201cdo you really think you knew your husband?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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