It is three a.m. My room is dark. I don’t move, barely breathe. What caused me to wake? When I glance at the red numbers glaring at me from the clock, I see her. A woman is standing in the corner of my room. I try to keep myself together. I don’t want it known that I’ve seen her. But I am too late. She knows.
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Stepping into the room, I saw the terrifying doll dressed in his jaunty sailor suit, nonchalantly sitting in a box and holding his stuffed dog. I also saw hundreds of letters taped to the surrounding walls: notes from children scrawled in crayon, neatly typed letters from adults--even a letter from President George W. Bush wishing Robert a Happy 101st Birthday. In these letters, apologetic pranksters pleading Robert for forgiveness. One child even begged Robert not to hunt him down, saying that he would come back and give Robert a placating treat or a gift.
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