Lock-In Tales – Half Term
Saturday
“This is a
different game, Mum,” Linda said as she sat with her back to her younger
brother Billy. The eleven year old girl
was wearing a summer dress with peasant style capped sleeves, white at the top,
then orange at her waist and purple at the bottom of the skirt. Bobby was ten, and was wearing a grey t-shirt
with a pair of camouflage shorts – both kids having taking their shoes off as
they sat with their legs crossed.
“I know – but
it’s going to be fun,” her mother said with a smile as she used the end of the
long coil of white rope to bind Linda’s wrists tightly together in front of
her. She still had on the brown leather
jacket she was wearing when they had come in, over her white dress, the black
tights visible between the ham of her skirt and the top of the brown leather
boots.
She smiled as
she tied the ropes off between her daughter’s wrists, and then kissed her
forehead before she started to wind the rope round her and Billy, holding them
both together as she talked to them, explaining that when she had finished, she
would give a signal for when they could start to try and get free. Both the children accepted this, as they were
held together before she used the other end of the rope to tie Billy’s wrists
together.
“You’re both
all right?” As they nodded, she smiled
and said “one more thing – I’m going to ask you both to open your mouths, and
then tie a rolled up scarf between your lips.
It makes it more exciting fi you can’t talk clearly to each other.”
They both
looked at her, then nodded as she rolled up a white silk scarf, waited for
Linda to open her mouth, and then put the scarf between her lips before she
tied it round her head. Bobby was soon
gagged in the same way, both of them laughing as they tried to talk to each
other.
“Now, you wait
there,” she said as she rubbed them both on the head, “and I’ll come and give
you the signal in a few minutes.”
They both
nodded as she walked out of the room, the look on her face changing as she was
taken by the arm…
Half an hour
later, both Linda and Bobby looked to the door as their mother jumped in. She had taken her jacket off, but she also
had her wrists tied together in front of her, the rope then wound round her own
arms and body. She also had rope wound
down her legs, from her knees to her ankles, and a rolled up white scarf was
tied between her lips as well.
“Mhmhmm?”
“Hllrhttt –
shtrttrhhnthhschp…”
Sunday
“Are you sure
you’re going to be all right?”
The seven year
old girl nodded as she sat on the wooden floor, wearing a Hello Kitty pale blue
t-shirt and shorts. Her arms were going
behind her back, a thin black strip holding them together, while a second strip
held her bare ankles together. A strip of
white tape covered her lips, as she looked at her five year old brother.
He had blonde
hair, like his sister, and was wearing a white long sleeved sleep suit. He watched the man as he unwound a length of
striped rope, and then passed it round his arms and upper body, gently pulling
it tight and holding his arms against his sides. He then wound the rope round his wrists,
before he picked him up and carried him over to the bed.
His grandmother
was already lying on the bed, wearing a black V-necked sweater with a grey and
black tiered skirt, and black fabric boots.
She asked him if he was all right, and as he nodded the man wound the
rope down around his legs and ankles, before tying it off.
His grandmother
was lying on her side, and she looked at her as she smiled back. She also had a length of rope wound tightly
round her body, holding her arms to her sides, her wrists together, and her
legs before it went round her ankles.
She wriggled round as he copied her, the man leaning over and kissing
her forehead before he went to one side.
Picking up the
roll of white tape, he said he was going to put some of the tape over their
mouths as well, so that they would be as quiet as the girl. His grandmother nodded, and said it would be
all right as he tore a length of the tape off and smoothed it over her lips.
The boy nodded
and looked up as the tape was pressed over his mouth, before the man went over
and checked on his sister. As he did
this, his grandmother shuffled closer and then pressed her tape covered lips on
his forehead.
He knew he was
going to be all right, as would the others.
After all, his grandfather played this game with all of them when they
stayed for the weekend, and as he left he knew they would have a lovely
breakfast in a little while…
Monday
“There now – does
your mother look as if she is scared?”
Dita, Michelle
and Pete looked at their mother as she sat on the dining chair, her wrists
taped to the side of the chair back with the white tape, and a band of tape
round her waist and arms. The white
contrasted with the grey dress with white polka dots, the ends of the scarf
held to her under the band of tape.
Her ankles were
also taped to the front legs of the chair, the white band over the brown
leather of her boots. She looked at her
children and shook her head, her lips moving under the tape over her mouth as
she said “Hmmhltrhht – dwhhtthshs.”
The man looked
at the three children, the black face mask covering his nose and mouth. Dita was six years old, and wearing a white
t-shirt with Hello Kitty on the front, and a blue lace skirt. Michelle was eleven, and wearing the same
style of skirt as her sister, her white t-shirt with a design on the front and
striped short sleeves. Ten year old Pete
was also wearing a white t-shirt, in his case with a cartoon on the front, and
blue jeans. The man, and his friend, had
surprised them all by walking in, one of them watching them as the second taped
their mother to the chair and gagged her.
He had gone
upstairs, as the masked man held up the roll of white tape, and said “it’s your
turn – all of you, put your hands together in front of you.”
“We’ll do what
you say,” Michelle said, watching as he tore the end of the roll free and then
used it to secure Dita’s wrists together in front of her. It was her turn next, and as he wound the
tape round her wrists she noticed it didn’t hurt too much – in fact, it was a
little exciting. She then watched as
Pete had his wrists taped together, before the man tore a length of tape from
the roll and said to Dita “put your lips together.”
It felt strange
to see her sister silenced like that, and then she felt the tape over her own
mouth, sticking firmly and making it impossible for her to say anything. As Pete was silenced in the same way, she
looked at her mother, who nodded as all three of them smiled, making the tape
crinkle.
“Sit down over
there.”
They all went
and sat on the couch, watching as the man used the white tape to secure their
ankles together, before his friend came back in, and they both left, leaving
them to wonder how they could get free…
Tuesday
Jo and Suzie
both nodded as they stood in the centre of the room, their babysitter smiling
as she held up the scarves in her hands.
“Ready for our
game?”
They both
nodded as she looked at them, and then rolled up a green scarf with a red and
blue pattern into a band. He walked
behind Jo, the younger of the two girls at six years old, and said “open your
mouth.” As the girl did so, he pulled the
band between her teeth, Jo closing her lips over it and biting down as she
secured the ends together at the base of her neck, under her black hair. Jo was wearing a white t-shirt with a cartoon
on the front, pale blue Adidas shorts and brown trainers.
Suzie was nine,
and was also wearing a white t-shirt with a pattern and shorts, as well as
sandals on her feet. She opened her
mouth as the rolled up black and white bandana was pulled between her own lips,
biting down on it as it was tied into place.
“Now then,” the
babysitter said, “hands together.” As
the girls did so, she used a blue and white checked scarf to secure Jo’s wrists
together, and then a red and white checked one for Suzie as the girls tried to
talk to each other.
She then used
two more scarves to tie their ankles together – a red and white one for Jo, and
a grey and white one for Suzie – before they jumped out of the room and went to
hide. This was a game they loved
playing, and as the babysitter went to get a drink of water she had to admit
she enjoyed it as well.
She was wearing
a brown mohair jumper, and blue jeans with the legs tucked into knee length
black riding boots. As she drank from
the glass, she was happy – and then the glass dropped to the floor as the latex
gloved hand went over her mouth, and the voice said “not a word – time for you
to play a game with the girls…”
Wednesday
“Why do you
have to do this?”
“Because we
need to stop you all raising the alarm,” the man said as he tied the rope round
Audrey’s arms, holding them firmly to her sides. He was wearing a balaclava so that only his
eyes and mouth were showing, and for Audrey and her family his arrival had made
a quiet day very different.
The middle aged
woman was wearing a blue jacket over a white top, and faded jeans with brown
fur lined boots. Her daughter Alice was
wearing a yellow top with a black leopard print, white jeans and black shoes,
while her son James was wearing a blue hoodie as well as jeans and trainers.
Both of them
were standing on the other side of the kitchen – the man had told Audrey to sit
down with her hands on her head before he had used rope he took from a rucksack
to bind the wrists of both of them together behind their backs, and then to
force their arms against their sides.
They were twisting round now as they watched him bind their mother in
the same way, and then he went into the bag, taking out two clean white handkerchiefs.
“No, please,”
Alice said as she looked at him, but he just shook his head and said “open your
mouth.”
“Alice – it’s
all right, we’re all going to be the same, so be calm.”
The young girl
nodded as she opened her mouth, and the masked man pushed a folded hankie into
her mouth, then did the same thing to James before he tore strip after strip of
brown packing tape from a roll and covered their mouths with them so that the
cloth stayed in.
“You as well,”
he said as he went back to Audrey, the older woman nodding as she opened her
mouth and let him push two hankies in, then cover her mouth and jaw with the
brown tape as well. He then picked up
the bag in one hand, and the gun in the other, before he indicated they should
walk in front of him.
The family went
into the hallway, up the stairs and into the master bedroom, the man making
them lie face down on the bed before he used more rope to secure their ankles
together, their legs below their knees, and then pulled their ankles back and
tied them to the ropes around their arms.
All they could
do was wriggled round while the masked man searched the room, and then left
them to try and get free…
Thursday
She was nine,
he was six. She was wearing a pink and
blue dress, the top grey with a pink zig-zag pattern, the skirt pink with a
wide grey belt that had a heart as a buckle.
He was wearing a blue and lime green basketball top and shorts. Neither had anything on their feet.
But they both had
something else as well – brown packing tape that was wrapped round their wrists
and hands, holding them together in front of them, and also round their ankles
as well as their legs below their knees.
A band was also wrapped round their arms and body, while strips of the
tape covered their mouths.
And now, they
were standing next to each other, watching the door as the two men stood behind
them. Both were wearing denim jackets
and jeans, and had surgical masks covering their noses and mouths as well as
dark glasses.
“I’m sorry I had
to take that call,” they all heard a female voice say, “but now I can…”
Their mother
stared at her children as she came back into the room. She had only been gone fifteen minutes – and
yet there they were, hostages. She was
wearing a pink jacket, a knee length black skirt and high black boots – and as
she slowly raised her hands, she said “all right – I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good – put
your hands together in front of you.”
As she did
this, one of the men walked round with a roll of brown tape, and secured her
wrists and hand together as well, before he covered her mouth with strips of
the tape as well.
He then walked
out of the room as she looked at the children, both of them nodding their heads
as he came back.
“Leave the note
– the way is clear.”
All three of
them were made to stand together as the other man took a photo with a Polaroid
camera, and then left the photo to develop with a sealed envelope as they were
walked out of the house…
Friday
Stephen knew he
had done something bad as he stood in his pyjamas, the picture of his favourite
characters on the yellow body of the top, the rest of the material purple. He had tried to make his own breakfast, and
succeeded – but the mess in the kitchen was there, and he knew how his mother
punished him when he did something wrong.
She was dressed
for her business, wearing a black jumper and tights, black boots and a blue and
white checked skirt. He nodded as she
picked up the white robe belt, and wrapped it tightly round his body, forcing
his arms against his sides before she tied a large bow in front of him.
“Lie down on
the couch.”
“Yes, Mummy,”
Stephen said as he lay on his back, watching as his mother used a second robe
belt to secure his ankles together, and then she picked up a roll of white
sticking plaster. She tore off strip
after strip, covering his mouth and jaw as he shook his head, his blonde curls
rubbing on the leather.
“There – ah,
here they are,” his mother said as she left the room, Stephen wriggling round
until he heard a young girl say “Hello Stephen – we’re the same again.”
He looked to
the door to see Soo come in in the arms of her mother. His school friend was Japanese, and wearing a
brown pinafore dress with patchwork fabrics, the pinafore over a blue knitted
jumper, grey tights and trainers – but she had bands of rope wrapped round her
body, holding her arms to her sides and her legs together, as her mother put
her on the couch next to the bound and gagged young man.
Soo’s mother
was also dressed for business, wearing a blue jacket over a purple dress, and
black boots. Stephen smiled under the
tape as his mother brought over the white tape, and then covered her mouth with
the tape as well before she turned the television on.
As the two mothers
left, Stephen and Soo wriggled round and then watched as the film started. They could hear their mothers talking – but
after an hour or so, they were surprised to see a man walk into the room. He was dressed in black, including the mask
over his head so that only his eyes and mouth could be seen.
He walked over
and checked the ropes and binding round them both, and then picked Soo up in
his arms, the gloved hands holding her as he took her out of the room. A few minutes later, he came back and carried
Stephen to the room his mother used as an office.
He could see
both their mothers sitting in chairs, their arms around the chair back, and
ropes around their ankles and legs, as well as white tape over their
mouths. The masked man laid Stephen down
next to Soo on the floor, before he left them all there, carrying a black bag
out with him…
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