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Author: Laurent Poret
Publisher: Laurent Poret
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Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 60

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Chucky, the famous doll from Tom Holland’s film Child’s Play, is inspired by the story of Robert the Doll, an evil doll allegedly inhabited by a demonic spirit. This doll is now exhibited in a museum, locked in a glass cage, which would not prevent her from continuing her misdeeds. I invite you to discover the incredible story of Robert the Doll and its owner, Robert Eugène Otto. In 1896, Thomas Otto and his wife moved into their new home at the corner of Eaton and Simonton Streets in Key West, Florida. Mr. Otto was a doctor, the family was wealthy and their lives were very pleasant, but rumours were that they were particularly harsh towards their servants and abused them. Among their servants was a young woman of Haitian origin whom they had hired to take care of their young son Robert Eugene, but one day in 1906, Mrs. Otto saw her performing black magic rituals in the backyard of her house and shocked, she decided to dismiss her immediately. Before leaving, the woman went to young Robert, who was then six years old, and offered him a large, one-metre-high doll as a farewell gift. The object was most surprising and nowhere else was there one like it. Her body was made of a thick cloth filled with straw, two black buttons replaced her eyes and her wool hair was so soft that it looked like a child’s. Thinking that the young woman had become attached to her son, and despite her poor opinion of her, Mrs. Otto agreed that the young boy should accept the doll, but Robert fell so in love with his new toy that they became inseparable. He took her everywhere with him, day and night. Every night he would slip her into his bed, sleeping with her, and when it was time to sit at the table he would sit her down close to him, on a small chair specially designed for this purpose, and discreetly “feed” her without her parents’ knowledge. This whim amused Mr. and Mrs. Otto, who saw nothing but a child’s attachment to his new toy, but certain events would lead them to revise their judgment. One day, when his mother had just lectured him for some reason, Robert said that from now on he wanted to be called Eugene, who was his middle name, because, he explained, Robert was his doll’s name. On another occasion, while Mrs. Otto was near her room, she caught a strange conversation between her son and the doll. The little boy addressed Robert with his usual childish voice and another, much deeper voice replied. Of course, the mother first assumed that the child was playing, transforming his voice and responding to himself, but as she continued to listen to him, an uneasiness invaded her and eventually did not leave her. In a surprising way, the tone of the voice seemed to emanate from the doll and it looked in every way like that of an adult. Then suddenly, the little boy’s behaviour began to change. Sometimes he would show himself agitated and when his mother broke into his room she would find him huddled in a corner of the room, sitting on the floor, staring strangely at the large rag doll that was sitting on a chair or his bed. Often he was plagued by frightening nightmares and woke up screaming, terrified. One evening, a frightful noise rose from Eugene’s room and immediately his parents rushed in, panicked. The room had been destroyed. The furniture lay on the floor, upside down, and sitting on his bed, the child stared at the doll in horror. “It’s Robert! It’s not me, it’s Robert! ‘he cried as he saw them. Sometimes the servants would find Eugene’s toys scattered all over the house, horribly mutilated, and when the little boy was questioned, he would answer tirelessly: “Robert did it! “His whole family was worried that he would act in such a disturbing way, and soon the servants began to be afraid of it. Strange rumours then began to spread in the neighbourhood that when the family was away, their neighbours sometimes saw the doll moving from window to window. Some had remarked to them, and Eugene’s parents had confirmed their observations, replying that when they returned, they would never meet Robert instead. Sometimes it seemed as if they could see his small figure running from room to room, and soon his terrifying laughter echoed throughout the house. If Mr. and Mrs. Otto were the main witnesses of the unexplainable phenomena, they were not the only ones to have noticed the doll’s actions. Some of their guests reported, troubled, that Robert sometimes blinked and that the glimmers in his eyes seemed to vary according to his mood. Then, as the demonstrations became more and more frequent, many of their servants, terrified, gave their leave and even if new ones were hired, Mr. and Mrs. Otto’s relatives advised them to react. On the recommendation of a great-aunt, Eugene’s parents confiscated the doll from her and placed it in a box that they hid in the attic. She was going to stay there for a very long time. Many years had passed and the child had become a man. Eugene was a professional painter and he had married Anne, a young woman he had met during his studies in Paris. When his father died, the young man decided to move back to the old Victorian mansion of his childhood, thinking that he could easily set up a large workshop in his old room, but soon after his arrival he discovered the doll he had almost forgotten. She seemed to be waiting for her, lying in her little cedar chest, and immediately her old passion reappeared. He then decided to arrange a place for her in the attic, a room just for her, and decorated it with small pieces of furniture adapted to her size. Anne didn’t like Robert, she had hated him from the moment she saw him. Shivers were running through her as she looked at him and she was desperate about the way her husband seemed obsessed with this doll. Some time later, Eugene told his wife that Robert was not satisfied with where he was and that he no longer wanted to stay in the attic. Now he wanted light. Ignore his wife’s protests, Eugene moved his small room to a room on the 3rd floor and dropped Robert off in an armchair, near the window overlooking the street, but soon the children who passed by the house on their way to school reported seeing the doll wince, making fun of them and even dancing. So, since they were afraid of her, they avoided approaching or looking at her. Eugene had changed and his marriage to Anne was slowly deteriorating. He got carried away for no reason, shouted, attacked her, hit furniture, broke things and then, suddenly, he seemed to be himself again, apologized and started again a little later. His excuse was always the same: “It was Robert, Anne, it was Robert! “and his wife was beginning to doubt his mental health. Family friends said that the doll’s gaze changed according to the circumstances, and that it sometimes seemed frightening, full of hatred and wickedness. One day, a plumber who was working alone in the room where Robert was standing heard a laugh ringing in his back and turning over hastily, he noticed that the doll had changed places. The unfortunate man ran away from home without even picking up his tools. Malcolm Ross, a journalist at Solares Hill, visited Eugene Otto’s house and when he saw Robert, he thought he had the look of a punished little boy. Some of his friends, who were accompanying him, then told him Robert’s story and to prove their point, they showed him the small pieces of furniture that decorated his room. At that moment, the doll seemed to change her expression, as if she was following the conversion. One of the men then made an unpleasant comment about Gene Otto, calling him an old fool, and Robert’s eyes were tinged with disdain. According to Malcolm Ross: “There was a kind of intelligence there. The doll was listening to us. Then suddenly, in the early 1970s, Eugene became seriously ill. Instead of spending time with his wife, he preferred to lock himself in the room, alone with Robert. He died in 1972 in their guest room, his doll next to him. Anne’s heart was broken. She quickly sold the house and moved to Boston, near her family. As for Robert, he found his place in the attic, but this time he didn’t wait long before leaving.