This story took place about six to seven years ago. I am now a twenty year old female from a smallish town in Austria, close to Vienna. I find myself thinking back to this experience whenever I’m around dolls. Especially those mechanic ones which start singing a tune by pressing a button on them.
Anyways, at the time of the story, me and my family lift in an apartment complex consisting of about twenty flats. My best friend at the time also happened to live in the same building, so we hung out all the time. We were practically part of each other’s families. Her name for this story will be Anna, as her real name is rather unique.