Close call with a killer

Janice Collins, 70, Bristol

Buttoning up my coat, I popped my head around the livingroom door.

‘See you later,’ I smiled to my mum and dad.

‘Take care,’ Mum warned as I slammed the front door shut.

Like most parents, they worried.

But I was 16, and used to having freedom.

Growing up in Pill, a Somerset village, in the 1960s, my friends and I were always hitch-hiking or catching buses alone.

It was 1968, before mobile phones and Uber cabs, and everything felt safe.

After the four-mile bus journey, I spent the