My printer, of course.

I have an accessory item with a name on it, from the clothing of a person who was killed. I never met this person.

I found it while doing cleanup of the scene where they died. It had no investigative value, so was trash, but I didn't feel right throwing it away. I kept it, in hopes of giving it to someone close to them, but life kept moving and I ended up with it.

My weed jar. The curse is that it always has less than I thought I put in it.

That object, my friend, is me.

The Sonichu medallion that was gifted to me, let's just say things have been interesting to say the least.

Gotta be this brain of mine.

My front lawn. Every political yard sign results in the candidate losing.

After an abusive relationship had ended and I was rebuilding my life, I spent significant effort going through my stuff and getting rid of things my abusive ex had given me. They may not actually have been cursed, but I certainly felt a lot better when they were gone.

A dude was quitting magic the gathering cuz he played it with his ex. Bought his collection. Found a non-precious metal wedding band. I don't know where it is now, perhaps it rolled it's way to smeagol.

There is a ghost living in my mouse that makes it inexplicably turn off every now and then

My house. 8 years in we have replaced all windows, the kitchen because of a flood from upstairs, HVAC, 1 side of the fence when the pool collapsed, replacement pool, redone all floors...and the yellow nut sedge keeps coming back no matter what I do.

My hands. They break everything that comes into contact.

my wife. what? we can't use sex objects?

Either my cobalt blue uranium honey pot or the heavily leaded wine glasses