[ WP ] You 're a paperboy way back in 1955 . You 're on your paper route early one morning before the sun rises . When you get to the house at the end of a quite lonely street , you hear loud screaming coming from inside .

When I heard the scream, I jumped a little. I waited a moment to see if there was more. There was only silence. I wondered to myself what had happened. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and shivered a little. It was hard to tell where the sound had come from, but I was almost certain that it was the small house on the corner. It was a tiny street, and I doubted anyone would be awake at this hour. There was no-one around. I simply had to find out who screamed and why. Maybe an old lady fell over, and if I help her, my boss will be proud, and then I'll be in the papers for saving the elderly, and then maybe I can be a Cop like my Dad. 
 
 I walked slowly through the garden that looked very neglected, full of weeds and plastic wrappers. I felt kinda cold. But, raising my chin a little, I strode up to the front door. I knocked 3 times and waited. Nothing happened. Peering through the window, I caught a glimpse of a man. He was sat cross legged on the floor. Looking around, the house looked pretty well furnished. The guy must have been rich. I tapped on the window. The man did n't move. 
 
 
 I was n't sure what to do at this point. Maybe the man just did n't want to be disturbed, and I should leave at once. But the scream I heard was definitely a woman. Just as I made a decision, I looked up at the movement inside. The man was gone. In panic, I ran behind the house and crouched behind some smelly bins. It smelt dreadful. I heard the front door open, then footsteps. They were n't coming in my direction so I crept to the edge of the building and peeked round. The man was n't there. I stood up and began walking to the front door, which was wide open. 
 
 Then I noticed the smell again. I looked down. I was standing in a pool of something nasty. I hopped out of it in disgust, and began to examine the interior. There was a grandfather clock that was n't ticking, several rugs that looked extremely expensive, and many ornate paintings, statues and vases dotted around. It was strange for such a small house. I noticed a large barrel in the corner, and walked over to see what was inside. It was full of rings. There were hundreds of them in there, Gold, Silver- even a few diamond rings. I picked one up, and it read `` Sarah McCollin and Peter McCollin''. It was a wedding ring. I picked up another. `` Emily Garther and Dick Garther, forever and forever''. That was odd. All the wedding rings belonged to different people. There was another barrel in the other corner. I walked over to it and gasped. Now I understood the smell. Inside the barrel was a liquid that smelt like vinegar... and Eyeballs. 
 
 I felt dizzy and homesick and very scared all of a sudden. Someone had collected *human eyeballs* in their house. I froze. Someone was behind me. I spun around, and I looked up at the man I had seen before. There was something wrong with this man. He did n't look *ugly*, he just did n't look human. His head was too tall and thin, his eyes looked like those of a lizard, and his breath smelt of rot. I did n't say anything and neither did ~~he~~ it. There was a moment when I looked at the thing dead in the eye and I could feel something... It was n't pain or sadness or happiness or excitement... I felt hopeless. I felt like I could just shrivel up and die right there. To this day. I will not forget that feeling. 
 
 
 What happened next was not exciting or incredible. I walked past the thing and left the house, shutting the door behind me. Then I ran through the weedy garden, down the tiny street and I did n't stop running until I got to the police station. I told them that there was a scary man who had eyeballs in his house and I gave them the address. Two Cops went to check it out and I waited in the Police Station and the Police gave me a glass of milk. Only one Cop came back. They called the FBI and told me to go home. I went home. 
 
 It was in the papers the next day, with the headline'Jack the Ripper returns'. That was a lie, he was n't Jack the Ripper. And my name was n't in the story either, which sucked. My buddy thinks he was an alien. I reckon he was just a loser with a weird hobby. The house and the smelly bins and the weedy garden are all gone now. It was blown up. The whole town got to watch. It was great. 
 
 I think the man is dead now. At least, I would imagine so, with his house blown up and all those Cop's bullets in his head. The Police returned all the Rings to the families, and they belonged to people who had gone missing. They blew the eyeballs up though. 

