Silent Night 2018 – part 1
1st December
I guess I only
have myself to blame, but I still think this was a bit of an unusual way for
him to tell me how upset he was…
Yes, it is true
I’d spent the whole weekend wrapping the Christmas presents – and yes, it is
true I was taking an unusual approach to the wrapping paper, but have you seen
how much the wrapping paper is these days?
So, been prudent, I had invested in lots of brown wrapping paper and
used that. Hubby is a traditionalist,
however, and while I was wrapping, he had been putting up the decorations,
Santa hat perched on his head as he kept looking at me.
I was wearing a
light brown short sleeved top over a long sleeved black one, jeans and cream fur-lined
high slippers that covered my ankles, as well as a black scarf loosely round my
neck, and I had just wrapped the last parcel up, putting it into the correct
bag and breathing a sigh of relief.
“All done?”
I nodded in
response to his question, and then felt something on my head – reaching up, I
took the Santa hat off, and turned to look at him.
Which was when
he pressed something over my mouth. It
pulled on my skin, but it stuck firm, and didn’t seem to give as I tried to
speak, and tried is the right word – because no actual words were coming
out. Taking the hat from my hand, he put
it on my head again, a grin on his mouth as he told me to sit in the middle of
the parcels, and put my arms round my legs.
Well, I figured
this was some sort of kinky game, so I did as he asked – and then I saw him
pick up the long line of fairy lights we were going to hang outside. Only, he wound it round my arms and body,
pinning them to my sides so that it was difficult for me to move them, and then
he wound it round my wrists so that they were held together.
I looked at
him, asking what he was doing, but he just smiled and wound the lights round my
legs, then my ankles. It wasn’t that
tight, but I just payed along – until he plugged the lights into a socket next
to me, and took a photo with his phone, which he showed to me.
The white tape
was stretched over my mouth and jaw, covering it and the shape of my lips
visible under it, but as I moved my mouth it moved with my muscles. And the lights twinkling made me look like
some sort of light fairy. It actually
made me look good, and I looked at him, and he kissed me on my covered lips.
“So, feeling a
bit more festive now,” he said to me, and I nodded – which was when he produced
some red rope, and asked if I was up for a little challenge…
And that is why
I’m still sitting here, only with rope round my arms, wrists, legs and ankles
as the tape keeps me quiet, hubby sitting next to me and kissing me as we watch
It’s A Wonderful Life…
2nd December
The two men
were dressed in black, from the shoes on their feet to the balaclavas which meant
they could only see their eyes and mouths.
One was a good foot taller than the others, as they sat either side of
their mother. The two girls were
identically dressed – red jumpers, black and white tartan skirts, black tights
and black ballet slippers – one with brown hair, the other blonde.
Their mother
was wearing a brown sweater, jeans and knee length brown leather boots, a
checked Lebanese scarf tied round her neck, and her arms pinned behind her back
as she looked at the two men. “Please,”
she said quietly, her eyes showing her concern behind her glasses and her long
brown hair at her shoulders, “they’re just eleven years old…”
The tall man
spoke, calmly, quietly as he said “I know that Elaine – which one of you wold
be Mary?”
The blonde girl
raised her hand as the smaller man said “and you would be Carrie, correct?”
“Yes,” the
darker haired girl said, “but who are you, and why have you tied Mummy’s hands
behind her back.”
“Ah yes –
forgive me. I am Mister Tall, and my
friend here is Mister Small. We had
hoped to complete our business here, but you are a tad early home. Good party?”
Mary suddenly
realised she had her Santa hat still on, and nodded before she said “are you
going to tie us up as well?”
“Well, we are,”
Mister Small said, “but we can make this fun – perhaps a special photo for your
friends at Christmas.” Picking two lengths
of rope from a bag, he said “this will not hurt, I promise – put your hands
together in prayer in front of you.”
“Do as he says
girls,” Elaine said quietly, watching as the masked man bound Mary’s wrists
together with the rope, the cords going around and between her arms, and then
the same thing happening to Carrie. As
this happened, Mister Tall walked behind her, and said “I need to secure you
further” as he wrapped some rope around her arms and body, below her chest, and
pulled tight.
“So, does it
hurt,” Mister Small asked Carrie as she wriggled her fingers.
“No – so what
happens next?”
“I need to do
the same to your ankles,” he said with a smile as the girls watched him bind
their ankles tightly together, the tights protecting their skin. As Mary glanced to her side, she saw Mister
Tall was binding her mother’s upper body, but Elaine smiled and said “it’s all
right – he’s not hurting me.”
“Now,” Mister
Small said, “I need to do the same thing to your legs, below your knees, and
then I’m going to sit you both on the floor, so that your mummy can lie on the
couch.”
“Okay,” Mary
said as he wrapped the rope around her legs below her knees, “you know, you’re
not a scary robber.”
“We try not to
be,” he said as he smiled at her, then pulled her legs together, the rope going
around and between her legs before he tied it off, and then did the same to her
sister.
“Mister Tall,
if you will assist?”
“Of course,”
the taller man said as Mister Small lifted Mary off the couch and sat her on
the floor, Carrie placed behind her as he tied her wrists down to her legs,
then moved round and did the same to Carrie.
As he did this, Mister Tall knelt down and started to tie Elaine’s
ankles and legs together as she watched.
“That sounds
funny,” Carrie giggled as she heard the squeak of her mother’s boots rubbing
together, then she watched as Mister Small took a set of large fairy lights,
using them to secure her to Mary as they tried to wriggle round.
“Now,” he said
with a smile as Elaine was helped to lie on her side, her head on the arm of
the chair, “we need to keep you and your mummy quiet, and then – well, I will
take your photo. Please, let me put
these in your mouths.”
The girls
turned and saw the folded cloths in his gloved hands, then nodded as they
opened wide, while Mister Tall gently pushed a folded bandana into their mother’s
mouth. He then covered Elaine’s mouth
with duct tape, before passing the roll to Mister Small as he tape gagged the
girls as well.
Going to the
wall socket, her then plugged the lights in, Elaine smiling and nodding as the
girls looked at him, their eyes wide as he took a photograph with their
mother’s mobile phone, and then one of Elaine as she struggled on the couch.
“Well, we will
arrange for someone to come and free you later,” Mister Tall said as they
walked to the door, “The Gentlemen Robbers bid you adieu. May we never meet again, and have a wonderful
Christmas.”
3rd December
With apologies to Noddy
Holder and Jim Lee…
We were sitting back to back upon the floor
Our wrists were tied with rope, our ankles more
As the masked men bent our knees up
And used rope to tie them too
We were wondering what Mum and Dad would say…
They wrapped the fairy lights around us
And they twinkled in the dark
We wanted to call for help
But they taped over our mouths…
We were waiting for the family to arrive
My sis and I, they took us by surprise
And now all we do is mumble
As they start to steal our things
Then one picks up our phone as we stare back
And they turned the fairy lights on
As they twinkled in the dark
He said it was Silent Night
As he took the photograph
What will our parents do when they see us
tied and gagged, sitting on the floor
The flooooorrrrr….
And now they’ve put all they wanted in the sack
And we watch them as they walk out of the door
I try to get myself free
And my sister does as well
But the ropes are far too tight
And the lights hold as well
So we can only say Silent Night
And hope Mum and Dad aren’t long
As for the Christmas time
It's only just begun.
4th December
We’d rented a
cabin in the woods for the Holidays, and travelled up there a few days
beforehand so that we could decorate and get everything ready. It was just after noon when Dad went off with
my little brother Bobby to pick up a few things – and our strange afternoon
began.
Mom and I were
dressed for cold weather – she was wearing a think woollen gilet over a long
sleeved white top, black leggings with thick grey socks pulled up over the
lower legs, and knee length brown felt boots, while I had on a thick black
jumper with large white spots, leggings and a pair of Doc Marten boots that
laced up the front.
Anyway – the
general store was an hour’s drive there and back, so we waved them off, and
walked back into the house with the idea of putting the Christmas lights up –
and that was when the escaped prisoner appeared from the kitchen, a sharp knife
in his hands as he looked at both of us.
Well, we had a fright then – especially as we so far into the
wilderness, there was no cell signal!
He looked at
us, and said he just wanted to get some food and money, and then he’s leave us
alone – but then he said he needed to make sure we could not raise the alarm,
as he walked quickly over and grabbed my arm, then asked Mom if there was any
rope in the cabin. Well, Dad had brought
some, so she nodded, and he told her to find it and bring it into the room.
We had a fire
going in the hearth, so when Mom came back with the coil of rope, he told us
both to sit back to back on the rug in front of the fire, and to put our hands
on our heads. As we did that, Mom told
me just to do as he said, and everything would be all right, as we watched him
cut the rope into eight shorter lengths.
Kneeling in
front of me, he told me to put my hands together in prayer, and when I did so
he took one of the lengths of rope and tied my wrists tightly together, the
rope going around and between my arms as it rubbed on my skin. I said it hurt, but he just smiled and bent
my legs, and started to bind my ankles together in the same way.
Mom asked him
what he was going to do when he had us tied up, and as he started to bind my
legs he said he wasn’t going to hurt us – he just needed to eat, and then be on
his way. As he pulled the rope between
my legs, below my knees, she then asked where he had escaped from.
He stopped, and
said he had been convicted of a robbery – fairly, but he had heard his
girlfriend was about to give birth, and he had to be there. It actually sounded kinda
romantic to me – but he was tying my wrists now to the rope around my legs at
me knees, so I wasn’t feeling that forgiving.
As he made his
way to Mom, and I realised he was tying her as well, I tried to move, but the
rope were tight – if not too uncomfortable – and he had done it in such a way
there was no chance of me been able to get free on my own. I could hear him and Mom talking, and then as
he stood up he did something very strange.
He took one of
the long set of lights, and used it to bind the two of us together, back to
back, wrapping it round our arms and chests, so that not only were our arms
immobile now, but I couldn’t move without Mom knowing – and the same for her
against me.
That was when
he asked the killer question – did we have any tape in the cabin? Mom said there was some in a cupboard in the kitchen,
and we both watched him leave, then come back with a roll of silver duct tape.
A roll he tore
strips off, and pressed them firmly over both our mouths, stopping us from
talking properly before he went back into the kitchen, and came back with some
food and a bottle of water. We had to
watch as he consumed that, then took Mom’s purse and removed some notes from
it.
Then he did one
more thing before he left – he plugged the lights in, as we both saw them
blinking around us. I realised it was another
way of making sure we stayed still, as he left us on the floor, the fire
keeping us warm, but unable to move, unable to speak…
Bobby and Dad
came back an hour later, and do you know what my little brother said when he
saw us? He laughed, and came over as he
said we looked pretty in the lights. Dad
had a different view…
5th December
With apologies to John H H Hopkins
We the Dunbar
family are;
And our house is been burgled now
So we sit here, bound and gagged now
Looking at the lights…
O how they
twinkle, how they shine,
Tied around our bodies tight
Mouths are tape gagged, Arms and legs bound,
Making this a silent night…
Being the
father, they got me first
Made me tie up my wife and my girl,
Now I’m seated, back to their backs,
Wishing that I could help…
O how they
twinkle, how they shine,
Tied around our bodies tight
Mouths are tape gagged, Arms and legs bound,
Making this a silent night…
I only want to
hug my daughters,
But my arms are tied to my knees
As I twist round, leather boots squeak,
and I can only grunt in despair…
O how they
twinkle, how they shine,
Tied around our bodies tight
Mouths are tape gagged, Arms and legs bound,
Making this a silent night…
My mouth is
taped, Like Mum and Dad’s
But it was Becky who covered mine!
I see her, laughing, joking, smiling,
While the tie her up on the couch.
O how they
twinkle, how they shine,
Tied around our bodies tight
Mouths are tape gagged, Arms and legs bound,
Making this a silent night…
Now they’ve
covered Becky’s mouth
She watches the lights that twinkle bright
Someone come now, come and help please!
End for us this Silent Night…
December 6th
“Oh come on –
it’ll be a laugh.”
Seven of the
most dangerous words in the English language was what I thought, as I looked at
my brother Tom. My name is Harriet, and
I have a brother between me and Tom called Richard. So yes – we are Tom Dick and Harry, if you
want to be that simplistic.
Anyway, it was
a couple of days before Christmas, and we were sitting in the front room,
drinking mugs of hot cocoa and looking at the tree. For some stupid reason, we all had the same
pyjamas on – a white top with green cuffs and necks and a picture of a gingerbread
man, and red and white striped bottoms.
Richard and I had on big comfy slippers, white with a red trim on the
sole, and Tom green elf shoes. I know –
go figure. I should also say, for no
good reason, Richard and I had on Santa hats.
Tom is the troublemaker,
without a doubt, and it was him who suggested we do a ‘Silent Night’
photo. Richard asked what that was – and
when Tom told him, he just shook his head and said no – which is why Tom said
what he just did.
“It’s not going
to hurt – and it’s only for a few minutes...”
“Anything for a
quiet life,” I said, as Richard slowly nodded in agreement. So Tom told us to sit back to back on the
floor, while he left the room. I
wondered just what he was going to use – and when he returned with two rolls of
tape, one blue and one pink, I admit I groaned at the stereotyping.
“Right,” he
said with a smile, “get comfy with your legs crossed.”
“I’ll get you
for this,” I growled, but I did as he asked, and had to watch as he took the
pink tape and wrapped it round my ankle, so that they were held together. He then taped my wrists together in front of
me, and patted my head as he walked round to Richard. I could hear the tape been torn free from the
roll for him, and guessed he was using the blue one – because it was Richard
and not me. So I looked at my wrists and
twisted them round – it was tight, but I figured if he tried anything, I could
get out.
“Comfy?”
“What do you
think – hey what do you thi…”
I had heard Tom
tear some more tape off, and then Richard fell silent – so I said as he came
back round “If you think you are…”
“IT’s Silent
Night Sis – comes with the territory,” he said as he tore a length of tape from
the pink roll. I rolled my eyes, and
then let him press it over my mouth as well, wondering what else he was willing
to do.
Well, that got
answered quickly, as he left the room, and came back with a spare set of the
tree lights. Moving my hands up so my
fingertips were under my chin, he walked round to Richard and presumably did
the same to him, before he wrapped the lights round both of us, making it
almost impossible for me to lower my arms, or move without Richard moving as
well.
He then plugged
them in, the lights blinking in front of my arms as I looked at him. He smiled, and then said “you can come in
now.”
Which is when
both Richard and I looked to the door, and saw his girlfriend and my boyfriend
there, laughing as they took pictures of us.
He is so dead…
7th December
Bayswater Road
“Are you two
sure you want to do this,” Agnes said as she looked at her daughters.
“We are,” Laura
said as she and Miley nodded, “we want it to be a Christmas card to the girls
at the school, and it’ll be fun.”
“Well – all
right, but if you want me to stop at any time, say so,” Agnes said with a smile
as the two girls ran off, then looked out of the window as a light shower of
snow started to fall. This was going to
be a Christmas which, at the start of the year, she would never have believed
was possible – and yet, it was going to be…
Laura was back
first, wearing a white Fitzstuart cardigan over a
white top, and a knee length dress made from red fabric with a cream snowball
design and wavy line near the hem. She
was also wearing white tights, as was Miley as she came in. She was wearing a red coat, with a white
houndstooth pattern and white fur trim, over her red party dress. There was a red ribbon tied in her hair, and
both girls were wearing black shoes.
“I need my head
examined,” Agnes said as she looked at both of them, “but all right – go and
sit back to back on the trunk over there in front of the wreath.” She had put a white shawl on an old packing
trunk, the two girls walking quickly over and sitting back to back.
“Tell me again
why you are letting me do this?”
“Because we
trust you Mum,” Miley said with a grin as the girls watched Agnes picking up
the string of large coloured lights, wrapping them round the body of the two
girls as if someone was tying them together but not too tightly.
“Now,” she said
quietly as she put the plug on the floor, and picked something else up, “are
you both sure about this?”
Laura nodded as
Agnes cut a strip of the red cloth tape off, and gently pressed it over her
mouth, her eyes smiling as she put some over Miley’s mouth as well.
“Say
something,” Agnes said, laughing as the girls said “Sumfnnn”
while she plugged the lights in, and picked up the camera. “So – apart from the school, who else gets
this?”
“Dhhhd?”
“Resshrd?”
Laura shook her
head, and said “Shheeen”
“Hntthmmshhnn nd khhtt.”
“Okay, okay,”
Agnes said with a laugh as they looked at the camera lens. “Smile!”
“SHLLHNTNTNHTTT”
both girls called out as she took their picture…
8th December
Mandy and Kevin
looked at the four children, standing with their hands clasped in front, as
Kevin said “look, they’re just kids – lock them in a bedroom, but don’t make
them go through what you are going to do to us.”
“Sorry, mate,”
the masked man said as he looked at them, “we have to be professional, but no
reason why it shouldn’t be fun for them.”
He looked at the quartet – Mandy’s daughter Katy, ten years old, wearing
a red jumper with a cartoon cat on the front, and jeans; her son Nick, eight
years old, in a red checked shirt and jeans; Mandy’s friend Joel, the same age
as her, in a grey and black striped top and jeans; and his nine year old
brother Jimmy, in a black vest and shorts.
“What are you
going to do to us,” Katy asked nervously.
“Take a picture.”
“What?”
“You’ll see –
take care of her parents,” he said to the other two masked men, who took Mandy
and Kevin by their arms and walked them out.
“Now – I want you all to turn round, and put your hands behind your
back.”
“We need to do
what he says,” Katy whispered as she looked down the line, the other boys
nodding as they turned round, looking at each other as one by one the man took
a plastic zip tie and secured the wrists of each of them behind their backs.
“Now then,” he
said as he looked round, “all of you go and sit in front of the tree.”
All four nodded
as they walked over and sat down – Jimmy first then Nick, followed by Mandy and
finally Joel. They looked down at their
feet, and were glad they all had thick socks on as he used four more zip ties
to secure their ankles together.
“We can’t
move,” Nick whispered as he tried to move his legs apart.
“Now we can’t,”
Kimmy said as the masked man took a set of tree lights, and wrapped them round
all four of them at their waists, plugging them in so they shone as he went to
a bag, and took out a roll of black and white patterned tape.
“Don’t struggle
or try to speak,” he said as he tore a strip off, and pressed it over Joel’s
mouth, before he moved down the line.
The four watched him, wondering what he was going to do before he picked
up Mandy’s mobile phone and took a picture of them.
“Right, don’t
move,” he said as he turned the radio up, all four watching as he went into the
next room.
“Where are the
children?”
“Safe,” he said
as he looked at Mandy and Kevin. They
were sat back to back on dining chairs, their arms around the chair backs,
their wrists taped together and to the chair back. Mandy was wearing a light grey fleece and
dark joggers, while Kevin’s hoodie was dark grey and teamed with faded grey
jeans.
As one of the
masked men knelt down and started to tape Mandy’s ankles together, he showed
her the picture of the four children, Mandy shaking her head as she said “are
they all right?”
“So long as
they do as they’re told, d stay still, they’ll be fine,” he said as Kevin
grunted while his ankles were taped. The
man then stood up, tore strips of duct tape from the roll, and covered Kevin’s
mouth.
“Please – tell
them to be brave,” Mandy said as the second man walked round and tore tape from
the roll.
“I’ll do better
than that,” their leader said as the third man came in with a set of outside
lights, Mandy nodding as she was tape gagged, and then the lights wrapped round
them. As he did this, Mandy watched the
intruder take her phone, and snap a picture of her and Kevin.
“There – I’ll
show them this. You watch them – you,
search the bedrooms…”
Mandy mumbled “fhhnnkkhuu” as she settled down – they were going to be
silent for a while…
9th December
CuteCarol:
Hi – can I tell my
story?
ViTheFirst:
Hey Carol – and Merry
Christmas. Have you had a visit from
the Games Player?
CuteCarol:
Yeah – yesterday in
fact. My little brother Rex and I had
stayed overnight at Granny’s place, as we usually do on a Friday night, and she
always lets us sleep in until later in the morning. So it was about ten o’clock when we both woke
up. I was wearing a pair of pale blue
pyjamas, with candy canes and wheels on it and pink cuffs, while Rex was
wearing blue pyjamas with snowmen on them.
We both went
down to the kitchen for a drink – and that was where we saw Granny with a
man. She was wearing a peach dress with
short sleeves and a short skirt, as well as black leather boots that came half
up her lower legs.
ViTheFirst:
And the man?
CuteCarol:
He had on a black
jacket, jumper and pants – but he also had something over his head, that made
him look blurry, and he smiled as he saw us come in. Granny said we were all going to play a
special game together, and then the man said we should go into the front room –
once we had had our breakfast.
So we sat at
the kitchen table while Granny gave us cereal and milk, as she told us this was
a game where we were going to be captives, and the man was going to pretend to
rob her. But to make it a real game, she
would make sure we could not mov, before he made sure Granny stayed in one
place as well. We both nodded – it sounder like fun, after all.
When we had
finished, we went into the front room, and Granny told us both to sit in front
of the tree. She already had some
presents wrapped in front of it, as she said she was going to use a spare set
of tree lights to keep the two of us together.
We looked at
the man as he smiled and nodded, as Granny took the long set of lights and told
us to put our hands together in prayer in front of us. I did this, and watched as Granny wound the
lights round them, taking it round my fingers as well, and then wound it round
both of us before she must have done the same to Rex.
ViTheFirst:
What makes you say
that?
CuteCarol:
Well, I heard Rex say
he could not move his hands, as I looked at mine in front of me. Granny and used the lights so they were in
front of me, and I could only move them a little. The man also looked at us, and said Granny had
done a good job – and now she was going to use some tape to keep our feet
together.
I watched as
Granny was handed a roll of silver tape, and she wound it round my ankles, over
the cuffs of my pyjamas, so that I could not move them apart. She then taped my legs below my knees, before
she walked behind me. Rex said it was
fun as I heard the tape rip, and then the man said as we were captives, we
needed to be quiet.
ViTheFirst:
So he used the silver
tape?
CuteCarol:
Well, Granny did – she
ripped a strip off the roll, asked if I was having fun, and after I nodded she
pressed the tape over my mouth. It stuck
well, and I could only move my lips a little as I heard her do the same to
Rex. As an added treat, the man then
plugged the lights in, and told us Granny would be back in a few minutes as the
lights twinkled around both of us.
ViTheFirst:
Did you know it wasn’t a
game?
CuteCarol:
Not at first, we tried
talking and giggled when we realised we could not, then we watched the
lights. A few minutes later, Granny came
back in – she had her hands behind her back, and the tape over her mouth as
well.
She sat in an
armchair, and we watched, my eyes wide open as the man knelt down and taped her
ankles together, and her legs, before he said he would leave us alone to try
and escape.
ViTheFirst:
That’s the Game Player
all right – did you manage to get free?
CuteCarol:
Not at first – when he
left the room, Granny started to twist round, her blonde hair flying as she
did, but she could not get free. Rex and
I were having too much fun sitting there.
ViTheFirst:
So what happened?
CuteCarol:
Mum came in, saw us and
screamed, before she took the tape off our lips and hugged us, then freed
Granny. I don’t know what he took, but I
have to admit – it was fun to play that game…
10th December
As she went
into the front room, and saw her two daughters sitting there, Zara took a deep breath
as she said “hey you two – I have a really good idea for a funny photo to send
your grandparents – if you are up for it?”
Scarlett looked
at her with her head to one side and said “what is it Mummy?” The ten year old was wearing a pink sweatshirt
and grey joggers, with white socks over her feet and a white Alice band holding
her light brown hair back. Kim, her
eight year old sister, had her hair in two bunches, a lighter pink sweatshirt
and Norwegian patterned leggings on her as well as the white socks.
“Have you seen
those pictures where families are wrapped in lights and have some tape over
their mouths – Silent Night?”
“I’ve seen
them,” Kim said with a smile, “why, do you want to do one with us?”
“That’s right,”
Zara said with a smile, “and when I’ve taken the photo, if it’s all right with
you, you can stay like it and watch Wicked.
How does that sound?”
“What will you
be doing Mum?”
“Oh, I’ll be
sorting some things out Scarlett – but if you both want to do it, come and sit
back to back in front of the tree.” She
watched as both girls went and sat on the floor, Scarlett sitting by a table
with two stockings hanging from it, one with her name printed on it.
Zara put her
phone down, and removed from a box a set of fairy lights on a white cord. Plugging the set into the wall, she started
by winding the lights around Kim’s wrists, and then around the upper body of
both girls, holding them together back to back as it went around their tummies
and arms, before she secured Scarlett’s wrists together.
“Now, if I do
this, I have to put this over your mouths,” their mother said as she held up a
roll of red and white candy striped tape.
“Remember – once I put it on, it has to stay on until I say it can come
off.”
“Does it hurt,
Mum,” Scarlett asked as she looked at the roll.
“Not at all,”
Zara said as she ripped a length of the tape off, and pressed it over her own
mouth. “Sheee? Nhffnnwrn.”
“You sound
funny,” Kim giggled as Zara tore another strip of the tape off, and pressed it
over the young girl’s mouth. “Nwwhddhswhl,” she mumbled as Scarlett smiled, then felt the
taper as it covered her mouth as well.
Zara walked to
the wall and switched the lights on, taking the mobile phone in her hand as she
said “shmmlnhw.”
The two girls turned their heads and smiled as Zara took some pictures,
then showed them to both girls before she put her phone down, and turned the
television on.
“Rhddeee?”
The girls
nodded as Frozen started, and then stepped out of the room as they watched,
turning and nodding as she said “Hmmrhddee.”
The woman
facing her tilted her head to the side, and then indicated with a gloved hand
Zara should turn around. As she did so,
Zara looked at the grey clad figure in the mirror, her white featureless face
clear as the long brown rope was draped over her shoulders, and then wound down
her arms as they were pulled behind her back.
She could hear her husband in the office behind the front room, and knew
the other three intruders were emptying the safe there…
A few minutes later,
the door opened slightly, and the China Doll looked at the girls as they were
trying to move their hands, the lights twinkling as they started singing along.
Dhhuwhhntthbhldehsnhwwmn?
Chmnmlthsghndphlee
Ehnffrshhuhnemhr
Chmhuutthdhr
Htsslhkuffghnewheh
Whusstbhhbhstbhdde
Hndnnhwwhrnht
Wshshuhddthllmmmwhe…
Dhhuwhhntthbhldehsnhwwmn?
Ehtddhsnhhthfthbhehsnhwwmn…
She turned and
looked in the office, Zara and her husband looking up from their hogtied
position on the floor as Zara said “hrrthhllrhtt?” The Doll nodded as she walked out, the other
three following…
11th December
“Mum, what’s
going on?” Ellie looked at her mother as
she was forced to walk down the stairs in the early morning gloom, putting her
glasses on as she went into the front room.
She had been asleep, wearing a blue nightdress with a pink animal print
on it, when the men had woken her up and made her come into the corridor.
Chris and June
were already out there, Chris in his short black Spiderman pyjamas, and June
wearing a pink pyjama set. Her mum was
also there, in a pink shirt sleeved top and grey pyjama bottoms – but there was
no sign of her dad. She could hear him
in the bedroom talking to someone, while three other men were with them, all
wearing black leather jackets and black jeans, and with something over their
heads.
“I need all
three of you to be very brave,” her mother said as they were all made to go
into the front room. The lights were
still out, but as Ellie allowed her eyes to adjust to the gloom she could see
the tree in the corner, the silver decorations on it.
“Make sure they
stay in here,” one of the men said as he walked out, the other two looking at
each other before one said to Ellie and June “you two – sit back to back in
front of the tree, then bend your legs and hold your ankles with your hands.”
“Mum?”
“Do as they
say, June,” their mother said as she looked at them, Ellie nodding as she took
her younger sister’s hand and waited until she sat down, then sat with her back
to her.
“Your turn
kid,” the man said as he looked at Chris, “sit next to your younger sister,
facing me.”
“All right,”
Chris whispered as he sat down, and then Ellie smiled as her mother sat in
front of her, bending her legs and holding her ankles as she did so.
“Silence them.”
“No, they’re
just kids,” their mother said as Ellie watched the second man pick up a large
roll of silver tape, but Ellie could just about make out his smile as he said
“lady, your husband needs you all to behave and do as you’re told – so be
quiet, and purse your lips.”
Looking at her
children, she said quietly “be brave, be calm, and we’ll talk about this
later.” Ellie nodded, gripping her
ankles as she watched the man tear a strip of tape from the roll, and then
press it over her mother’s mouth, covering her lips and chin as tow more were
pressed over it.
“You next kid –
stay still and breath through your nose,” he said as he tore a fresh strip off,
and then pressed it over Ellie’s mouth.
She could feel it tugging on her skin, but as he added two more to cover
her chin she realised it was going to stop her saying very much at all.
“Please – don’t
I don’t want you to…”
She nudged Jane
in the arm, and said “Wehllbhhlrht” as she heard more
of the tape been ripped off, Jane and then Chris falling silent.
“What are we
going to do to keep them together,” the man said as he stood up.
“I’ve got an
idea,” the second man said as he walked out of the room, returning with a box of
coloured lights. Opening and stretching
the white flex out, he wound it round all four of them so that the lights lay
on their upper bodies, and then plugging it in.
“Oh my god –
please, don’t hurt them.”
Ellie and Jane
turned their heads to see their father standing in the doorway, a fourth man
behind him.
“Do as we say,
they don’t get hurt,” the man said as he took their father off, while one of
the other men knelt in front of Chris.
Ellie could hear the tape as it was torn off the roll again, and
wondered what was happening.
“Phllshllbhghddd.”
“I know you
will Kid – but you need to stay still.”
She could hear the tape again, and then the man knelt in front of her,
putting her hands on her knees before he wound the tape tightly round her ankles,
holding them together. After that, he moved
her hands to be either side of the silver band, and then wound it round again
so that her wrists were taped to her legs as well.
As she watched
him do the same to her mother, Ellie nodded, and shifted so her feet were under
her mother’s legs. The two men then sat
and watched them as they tried to move, the slight crinkle of the tape and
their muted mumbles the only other sound.
Eventually, all they could do was sit quietly, wondering why they had
taken their dad, as the lights twinkled in the gloom…
12th December
With apologies to Barry Andrews, Robert
Wills and Mel Torme
We’ve been sitting in these chairs a while
Coloured streamers in our hair
Looking at the wire wrapped round my wrists
I know we’re both still stuck there.
In our black tops and our shiny skirts
And the red tights on our legs
We can see mom on the couch so low
With her mouth that’s taped in red.
We both have red tape over our lips
And we have a folded scarf there in our mouths
The fairy lights twinkle all around us now
Where the men tied us to the chairs...
And so I’m hoping that daddy comes home soon
And then we can be free
Because I want to give Mum and Kay a hug
And the game will be through!
13th December
Rhea had a lot
of experience as a babysitter, so this particular night as not going to be any
different in her mind from so many others.
So much so, in fact, she had already made arrangements for when her
charge was in bed – in the form of her boyfriend, Donny.
So she appeared
at the front door, wearing a grey cardigan over a blue top, and faded jeans,
got the instructions from Mrs Grey as her husband finished getting ready, and
was left with their cute little daughter – who went to bed when she was told
to, and fell fast asleep.
All the better
for when there was a knock on the door, and she went to let Donny in – only it wasn’t
just Donny. There was a woman behind him,
smiling as she pushed him in, and she saw the gun in her hand. Rhea put her hands to my mouth, as he woman
closed the door, and told them both to walk into the living room.
Turned out she
was a sneak thief, and the Greys were their next target – and they, according
to her, were just in the way, as she made them sit back to back in two dining
room chairs, in front of the lit tree.
As they
watched, she produced a roll of tape - white tape, with moustaches drawn on it
in black – and taped their wrists and ankles together, before she used a set of
tree lights to hold them together and against the chair backs.
Tree
lights? I ask you – but they were tight –
and then she pressed strips of the tape over their mouths, so that we had to
sit in silence and watch as she stole their valuables…
And how do I know
this? Because I’m the cute kid – who watched
from upstairs, and laughed and laughed…
14th December
This was a funny
request, from a friend I did an insurance assessment for – he said he wanted
his wife and daughter to have a little fun, and would I help out? Well, I needed him to assure me I would not
get into trouble, and when I got that assurance, I agreed to play a special
Father Christmas…
So, it was a Saturday
night just before Christmas when I knocked on the door of the terraced house in
Knightsbridge. I was dressed, yes, as
Father Christmas, complete with the red suit and white beard – so when little
Angel opened the door, she smiled and said “wow – Daddy said Father Christmas
was going to come and play a game, but I didn’t believe him.”
“Well I am,
little one,” I said asI came in, “Merry
Christmas! Now, can you guess why I’m
here?”
“Because Daddy
said he had asked you to play with me and Mummy?”
“That’s right,”
I said as I put my gloved hand on her head.
She had short blonde hair, and was wearing a white cardigan over a white
top, a lace skirt with gold angels on it, white tights and gold lace-up
booties. “So, where is Mummy?”
“Right here.”
I smiled as I
saw his wife, Lynn, standing in the doorway.
She was wearing a short white dress, the short arms pulled down her
shoulders, and a pair of white slippers.
She smiled, her long brown hair shining, as she said “we’re going to
play in the front room Angel – have you been to the toilet?”
“Yes Mummy,”
the little girl said, “because this is really a bad Santa, isn’t it?”
“Well, not that
bad,” I laughed, “but I am going to make sure you and Mummy cannot stop me, so
why don’t we go in?”
We went into
the front room, and I had a look round, the high tree in the window
alcove. Lynn had put a red blanket on
the floor, between the couch and a chair, and put cushions in front of the
chair, as she said “what are you going to do, Santa?”
“I want you
both to sit down,” I said with a smile, “back to back on the blanket.”
“This is fun
Mummy,” Angel said as she sat facing the chair, Lynn sitting behind her and
crossing her legs so that she was sitting in the Lotus position. She put her hands on her lap, Angle with her hands
by her side, as I put my sack down, opened it – and took out a set of fairy
lights.
It was his
idea, but both of them smiled and nodded as I wound the lights around them to
hold them together. On Lynn, it went
under her chest, resting just below the sleeves of her chest – while on Angel,
it went round her upper arms. She wriggled
against Lynn and laughed as I took the plug across her lap, and plugged it into
a wall socket.
“Now, bad Santa
needs you both o be quiet,” I said as I reached into the sack, and took out a
roll of red PVC tape.
“Remember – we can
talk to each other” Lynn said over her shoulder to her daughter “but breathe
through your nose.”
“Yes Mummy,”
Angel said as she looked at me with a strip of tape in my hands, and then I
pressed it gently over her mouth, adding a second strip before she smiled under
the tape and said “htthtkless.”
“Does it hurt,”
I asked, and as she shook her head I pressed two strips over Lynn’s mouth as well. They then both turned and looked at me as I
took a photo of them, and left Lynn’s phone to the side.
“Now,” I said
as I held the roll of tape up, “hold each other’s hands.” Lynn took hold of Angel’s hands in hers as I
taped their wrists together, and then taped Lynn’s legs together around her
calves. Walking round, I put Angle’s
feet together and taped her legs above the top of her gold boots.
“Thsshssfhnn,” Angel said as I saw her give her mother’s
hand a squeeze – and then I heard the front door open and close, so I slipped
out, nodding to my friend as I left him to discover them…
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