Chapter Twelve
One evening Anne was coming home from the playhouse. She had been with two friends and they had offered to escort her back to her father’s house, but she had refused, saying that it was a fine night and she wished to walk alone.
As she got nearer to home, she thought she heard footsteps behind her. She hastened her walk, then suddenly stopped. The footsteps died, but only a few seconds later, when she resumed her walk, she was certain the footsteps were following her once more. Again she stopped, and turned to look back, but saw nothing. When she turned round to walk again, she found herself suddenly grabbed around her arms. A hand went over her mouth, before she had the chance to scream. There were two of them, and then she was sure there was a third. She was taken into a
