She barely sat down before the next one. This one was much different than the first two. The pure happiness the girl felt was so strong, the undertone of loss and pain following. When the girl played dress up, Madison could feel the fabrics swishing around her, and it made her smile, but the tears beginning to form happened not long after.
It was only after listening to the Landlord's post that she realized what was happening.
Memories. Memories that were not hers. Some girl in the building, the poor thing, unwittingly shared her personal moment with a complete stranger. So did the others. She felt sorry and worried. If this girl's memory was being leeched and shared, then what about herself?