My Sleep ParalysisMy Sleep Paralysis by SUCHanARTIST13
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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 shut my phone off, dropped it on the floor, and tossed and turned to the other side of the bed. Knowing about his reputation (for killing people brutally in some of the most unknown and mysterious ways), I feared that he or his demonic entity would come in physical contact with me.
I was shaking.
I was petrified.