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It was 3:24 in the morning, the room was darker than the night outside of my dorm. I woke up, checked the time on my phone, and browsed through my apps. As I swiped through my phone, I went to the photos app to look back at old high school photos just for fun. All of a sudden, I saw all 823 of my photos transformed into Robert the (Cursed) Doll’s face close-up. He had piercing black button eyes, a wide smile, dirt and stains across his face, and worse of all, he’s staring right at me in every photo. I couldn’t understand of how it happened. I didn’t remember going to the museum nor have I ever took a picture of him. I