I'd heard it all before. The stories of how people - bad, bad people - tried to capture young children and take them away, but never would I have thought I'd experience it myself. Never. It all happened that one evening, when I was walking back from a friend's. I didn't think there was any harm in going down the alleyway - like I always did - but maybe that's where I went wrong. Badly wrong. I saw a shadow at the end, in the streetlight, followed by footsteps. I was going to carry on, assuming it was just a passing human - like always - but I don't know what changed my trail of thought. Maybe it was the fact that there was a van parked nearby, maybe it was the fact that there was no one about, or maybe it was the fact that I saw him draw something out of his pocket - something sharp - and all would know what that would be. A knife. My heart was pounding furiously, as hot sweat poured down my body. I didn't know what to do. I'd never had to think so hard in my life. But when I saw him turn the corner, on his way towards me, I had no option, but to run.