Mr Blaze White the ex-camera factory worker now full time warlock, was out looking for an old camera he had cursed back in the day.
It was a powerfull curse. Full mental changes, instant transfomations and most impressive of all mother fucking reality alteration. This was absoluttly some of his finest work. And in his drug addict period during the 90s he was so stupid to just sell it some shop for some drug money and hopeing that the curse would somehow get reveng on the owner of the camera factory. Needless to say that did not happen. But in retrospect that was for the best. Since Blaze hadd come to realise over the years that he deffently hadd overreacted. Geting fired is not somthing to curse someone over. Especially since he probebly deserved it due to how often he hadd come high and/or drunk to work.
However Blaze was at the yard sale to find his old camera. He wanted it back. Becuse sutch handy work shoud not just shift of hands between random mortals. And to be honest so was he also pretty nostalgik for those days and he regreted selling it. He remberd he even made an inscription on it before he sold it, to make it extra spooky.
Never the less here he was at a yard sale full of mostly junk to be honest. But his location spell said it would be here. He was looking around for it and finally he found it...just as someone else was about to buy it.