Buttons (Blog Assigment #3)

Who collects these buttons?
Mr. Jay

What's the story?

In a far away place that no one remember where it is, once there was a couple that lived happily in their poor house in the field, they were very poor but still lived happily. The husband, Mr. Jay, was a carpenter who earned only two dollars per day, he was very impulsive and tended to get mad easily but kindhearted; the wife, Mrs. Jay, was a tailor that only sewed around two or three sweaters per week. Aside from their economic issues, they really loved each other and they new that they will get out of the hole where they were in.

One good evening, Mrs. Jay received a coat from a man who wanted to fix it, if she was able to finish it before twilight she will get as much money as she always hoped to have. Inmediately, her eyes went wet, and without doubting it she begun to sew. Mr. Jay was as happy as her wife and he wanted to give her all the help he could give, even if he didn't knew how to sew, so he went to the orchard to gather some apples. Twilight arrived, and the man arrived, since the coat wasn't finished he got angry and stabed Mrs. Jay with his knife. When Mr. Jay returned home, he saw his wife's corpse laying in the wooden floor, and their few stuff was stolen from their poor house. Mr. Jay was devasted, he couldn't believe it, so he lose his mind and sweared that one they he will take revenge from the killer.

He opened again the sewing shop with the hope that one day that man will return. Years passed by and the man was driving crazy of loneliness. His craziness was really serious; when someone walked in front of his house, he invited him to come in, only to kill them the same way his wife was murdered. After he killed the visitor, he hid the body under the barn, but before he took the buttons of the clothes of the victims and put them in a jar as a trophy, claiming that if he couldn't live with his couple forever, no one will. Some years after the Mr. Jay died, but some local tales say that his ghost is still waiting for the man that killed his wife so many years ago.