Summary:

I froze and let out a scream that was muffled by the hand over my mouth. “Do not move,” a quiet richly accent said into my ear. “I am going to let you go,” it said, “But, you run, and you won't live to be sorry.”

The hand released it's grip. Slowly I turned. There, about of two feet in front of me, I could make out a silhouette in the darkness. Then, suddenly a light flickered on on someone's garage as the evening grew darker. Right in front of me was a girl the same hight as me. Her ice blue eyes stared straight into mine. Long straight black hair fell over her shoulders and in her pail face. You can not go that way. You must turn and cut through a yard or use a different rout, Grace.”