The Eyeballs With The Key.

An Eyeball.

A fucking bloody eyeball.

A literally bloody eyeball.

An eyeball with dried blood on it.

Oh no. It's coming.

And the very next second, I threw up. Yes, right there, on the top of the ladder, I puked my guts out.

I peeped at the eyeball, appalled. Was this some kind of a joke? Was it really a prank?

Of course it was.

It was, right?

I mean, who would even put real eyeball in the bulb shades of a chandelier? Maybe, the previous owner had left them as a joke? Maybe, he wanted to scare whoever was in his house. Well, he did a very good job at that. I was scared shitless. Gasping, I looked around and then I stiffened. Every bulb shade contained an eyeball - which made it two pairs of eyeballs.

I felt the hair on my neck standing and felt myself wanting to puke again. But I was too shocked. My head felt heavy all of a sudden.

"No, please." Whimpering, I looked anywhere but at the chandeliers. But I knew I had to glimpse at it again, once more, because there was something else lying with the eyeballs.

I gulped, looking in front of me and held at the ladder for support.

Then, I don't why and I don't know how because I wasn't aware of what was going on anymore, I was just listening to the sound of my own heart, which was beating at an abnormal pace, my thoughts in a frenzy. I reached and quickly picked up the 'I-don't-know-what-but-it-seems-important' somethings from inside the shades, careful not to touch the eyeballs. At one instant, I had accidentally touched it and stopped breathing but the very next second, picked up the last piece of that something and all but jumped down the ladder.

I was so so so screwed.

Sprinting out of the room, I came to a halt and rushed towards the box which I had previously placed down on the ground, picked it up and skedaddled to my room.

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Calm down. Calm down. Nothing happened. It was just a prank. The eyeballs are not even real. They are just Barbie eyes and Ken eyes. They are not -

Oh God. Oh God. I'm a criminal. The previous owner was a part of a mafia. Oh God. If the cops here get a whiff of these, I will be a goner. Oh God.

I tried breathing down slowly but nothing seemed to work. Not even the thoughts of cinnamon rolls were able to take my mind off what laid in front of me.

No, don't think about it.

And I didn't think of it. I distracted myself with the thoughts of cinnamon rolls with cream cheese on it.

Er, um, er.

Okay yes, I am joking about being distracted because the silver box and the weird thingies were laying in front of me. And yes, I was looking at them. I was not scared. Just startled.

And crying. I was crying. I was crying more than I cried when he ignored my valentine's day card. And mind you, at that time, tears just swam in my eyes for a moment and went away with a blink.

Mainly because I didn't want Britney, the Queen bitch of our school, to know that she had won. Granted, there was no competition between us. But I liked to think he took her card and ignored mine because of her... How should I put this? Certain anatomical assets. Yes. Because of their size. But I am sure that it was all plastic. I mean no human could have them that big, could they?

I know, I know, that's pathetic. And my life was sad.

But what was laying on the table in front of me, was even more sad. Whose eyes were those? Are they going to be blind forever? Oh God. Were they dead?

What are you, an idiot? Of course they are dead. How would you live if your eye sockets had no eyeballs?

I rolled my eyes at my inner monologue, why couldn't she take pity on me ever?

I looked at what lied in front of me again.

Oh, I am so going to be in trouble.

What even was this thing? I reached for it, wary, but then retracted my hand, when my overly-prudent brain decided to remind me what was previously lying next to it.

Shaking my head, I reached for one of the thingy once again and inspected it. It was cylindrical, hollow on the inside.

I lifted the next of the thingy, and it was also cylindrical but thinner than the previous one. It was also not hollow and was longer in length than the previous thingy.

I raised my eyebrows. This was bizzare.

Grasping the last two pieces, I scanned them. One was circular, with a hole at its bottom. The other was a comby-thingy with a hole. Wait. It was a comb?

I blinked.

No.

It was not a comb. In fact, it was not even a thingy. It was a key. I put the second piece in the first one I had picked before, the longer piece peeking out on both sides. Then, I merged it with the circular piece. The comby-part came at the bottom of it.

Yes. It was definitely a key.

I took a deep breath in, my head was pounding like crazy.

Wow this was bizzare, weird and everything crazy.

And I was definitely hungry. My stomach was growling.

Welp.

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