After the strange phone call, where I could only hear weird thumping and shuffling from her end, came the misspelled, barely comprehensible texts...something about that crazy old lady next door that we always joked about being a witch. &nbsp;<br /><br />She seemed to ignore every text I sent back. &nbsp;Finally, I figured out from her disjointed messages that she wanted me to find her on Skype. &nbsp;<br /><br />My jaw dropped as her image came up on the screen. &nbsp;Her hands showed, better than any expression could, how scared she was.