There were jars and bottles everywhere, which would have not been half as disturbing as it was if half of them had not been filled with things one did not dare name, the other half with things one did not dare guess. They were covered in dust, apparently untouched for many months, perhaps even years.
There was though, one single spot where a particularly large jar was missing. Not only was it missing, but it had been removed recently. A perfect circle clear of any dust showed as much, maybe a day or two since it’d been taken.
Perhaps the owner would have missed it if he’d been alive. Perhaps he was alive, but had just not returned. Perhaps it was the owner itself who had returned to take the jar, and only the one jar.
Somewhere, now far from that forgotten house of jars, bottles and vials, an ivory haired man set his prize on the table of his own home. A smirk spread on his lips as uncovered the glass jar full of eye balls from it’s wrap. Ah yes, what a perfect addition to his collection this would be…