Night Night
I know some in
my profession are a little squeamish about entering the premises of families
when the whole family, or at least the kids, are present, but I have to admit it
is not something that bothers me too much.
In fact, it makes things a little easier for me if I make sure the
family in question are all in one place, and in no position to get in my way.
What I will say
is this – the most productive way I have found of doing this is the early
morning or later at night, so that they can all be the same and in the same
room. What I do find amazing, however,
is just how similar the family can be…
Case in point –
I visited this particular family at about six in the morning. I was watching from my car as the man of the
house left to go to work, and then got out and walked to their front door. I always dress the same way for my visits –
black leather jacket over a sweater, black jeans, sneakers, and a balaclava
mask as well as leather gloves.
It was still
dim, the sun just coming up, so there was nobody noticing as I picked the lock
on the front door and let myself in.
Slowly, as quietly as possible, I walked up the stairs with a rucksack
on my back, listening for any noise but hearing nothing as I went past the main
rooms of the upper floor. One was obviously
the room of the daughter given the decorations on it, so I opened it quietly
and let myself in.
She was lying
on her bed – about ten years old, with long light brown hair, and wearing a
pair of light pink cotton pyjamas. The
top had a round neck, and the material
had a pattern of flamingos and sail boats on it.
She was also
barefoot – and her blue eyes opened wide as I put one gloved hand over her
mouth, and a gloved finger of the other hand to my lips.
“Stay nice and
quiet, and I won’t hurt you,” I said quietly as I looked at her, “do exactly what
I say, all right?”
She nodded
slowly, as I said “Good - ~I’m going to take my hand away, and I want you to
slowly stand up in front of me, with your hands clasped together in front of
you, all right?”
She nodded
again as I took my hand away, and she slowly stood up, watching as I took a
coil of rope from my rucksack, and made a lasso which I put over her head and
then pulled tight so that her arms were held against her sides. I then played the rope out a little and bound
her wrists tightly together in front of her, as she started to cry.
“Don’t be
afraid,” I said as I tied the rope off, and held it in my hand as I brushed her
hair away from her face. “I haven’t really
hurt you, have I?”
She shook her
head as I heard a baby crying, and then footsteps to and for. “Let’s go and see your mother,” I said with a
smile, the girl nodding as I put my hand on her shoulder and we walked to her
parent’s bedroom.
Her mother was
standing by the bed, wearing the same style of pyjamas except hers had a V-shaped
neckline, and she was changing a baby who was lying on the changing mat. The baby was also wearing a top in the same
style as her big sister, but when her mother looked over she opened her mouth.
“Don’t’
scream,” I said quietly as I kept my hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “I have no desire to harm you or your family,
but I will do so if you try to raise the alarm.
Understand?”
She slowly
nodded as I said “good – finish making your younger daughter comfortable, while
I make sure your older daughter stays on your bed. And remember – I am watching.”
So she continued
to change and dress the baby, while I put her daughter on her back on the bed,
and played the rope out again, tying her legs together below her knees and then
her ankles before I too the ends of the rope and tied them to the metalwork at
the foot of the bed. Once the baby was
changed, I took a second coil of rope out of my bag, and then bound her in the
same way as her daughter so that they were lying side by side on the bed,
looking at the baby of the family as I put her between the two of them.
I then emptied the
contents of her jewellery boxes into my rucksack as she told her daughters not
to cry, they were all going to be all right.
The baby was gurgling away happily, as I finished what I was doing, and
told them that fi they promised not to shout for half an hour, I would not stop
them from talking.
Well, they
agreed to that, so I left them on the bed, and made my getaway…
Sometimes,
arriving in the early hours of the morning does mean I have to make sure the
whole family stays in one place, including Daddy. One recent Saturday morning I was walking to
the front door of one house at about eight in the morning, the balaclava up on my
head as a hat until I was standing the porchway of the house I intended to
visit, then pulled down the mask to cover my head as I knocked on the front
door.
It was opened
by a young woman, I’d guess in her late twenties, with long strawberry blonde
hair, who was wearing a pair of white pyjamas which was covered in a print of
toys – teddy bears, trains, cars, all sorts of things. They were classic
pyjamas, with a red trim at the collar and cuffs – and she had a shocked
expression on her face as she saw the gun I was holding, and walked backwards
as I came in and closed the door behind myself.
“Who was it?”
“Take me to
him,” I whispered as I took her arm and we walked to the kitchen, where her
husband was sitting at a table, his brown hair and beard neatly cut, wearing
exactly the same pyjamas – and exactly the same shocked expression on his face
as he saw me.
“Remain calm –
I won’t hurt you if you do as I say,” I said quietly as I looked at them. “Sit down, hands on your head.”
I pushed his
wife over and waited until she sat down before I put my rucksack on the table,
and drew out a length of rope. “what do
you want,” her husband said as I pulled his hands down behind his back, and
sued the rope to bind his ankles tightly together.
“Your money,
jewels, valuables,” I said quietly as I tied the ends off, then took another
length of rope out and wrapped it round his arms and upper body. “Just do as I say, nobody gets hurt.”
“Please,” his
wife whispered, “my babies…”
“We’ll get to
them in a few minutes,” I said quietly as I tied the ropes off. Both of you, stand up and walk into the front
room – I want you to pull the curtains closed while your husband takes a seat.”
Picking my gun
and rucksack up, I waved to them to walk into the front room, his wife walking
to the windows and pulling the curtains across while he sat down. She then sat next to him, her hands on her
head as I knelt down and used more rope to bind his ankles together, and then
his legs below his knees, each band of rope cinched tightly.
“Now, I’m going
to take your wife to get your kids,” I said as I balled up a cloth, “and you
are going to let me put this in your mouth. If you spit it out, or try to call for
help, remember where she is and who I am with – got it?”
He nodded as I
pushed the white cloth into his mouth, his wife slowly standing up as I took
her out of the room and walked her up the stairs. As we got to the top, a bedroom door opened
and an eight year old boy walked out.
His pyjamas were the same pattern, but were cotton ones with a round
necked top and elasticated cuffs.
He saw me with
his mother, but she told him not to shout out, and she was not going to let me
hurt him. She told him to go to the
toilet, and then come into his sister’s room – and he nodded as I said to be as
quick as he could be, and I would be listening.
We then went
into another room, where an eighteen month old girl was standing up in a cot.
“Mum,” she said
with a smile as the woman picked her up, holding her and kissing her. The baby was wearing a Babygro with the same
pattern, and red soles on the feet of the garment.
“She needs to
be changed and fed.”
“I understand –
change her,” I said quietly as he son came in and looked at me, “while I start
to tie up your son.”
“Mummy…”
“Be brave,” she
said as I took some rope from my rucksack and gently pulled the young boy’s
wrists behind her back, before I tied them together with the rope. I then made sure his arms were held against
his sides, before I rolled up a white scarf and pulled it between his lips as a
cleave gag, tying the band tightly round his head and then watching as his
mother refastened his sister’s outfit.
“Let’s go
downstairs,” I said quietly, and we walked out, me with my hand on the boy’s
shoulder and his mother carrying his sister.
We walked to the kitchen first, and I held the baby, talking quietly to
her as her mother prepared the bottle and her son watched.
“Hnnhhh….”
His father
groaned as we walked in, his wife sitting on the other end of the couch he was
sat on and starting to give the baby her milk while I helped his son to sit
next to him. I soon had his ankles and
legs secured together in the same way as his father, the two of them looking at
each other as I cleave gagged the older man as well – pushing the cloth in his
mouth further in.
I then knelt
down and secured the ankles and legs of his wife, so that the bands were
tightly cinched as she winded her baby. The
little girl was then sat in her mother’s lap as I secured her ankles and legs
as well, and then tied her wrists together in front of her before I asked her
mother to wrap her arms round her.
I then secured
her wrists together, and tied them down to her leg binding before I wrapped
some more rope round both of them to hold them together. I then cleave gagged the mother with a white
scarf, as the baby put her head against her mother’s chest.
I felt safe in
leaving them there while I raided the house – and when I looked in, the babu
was asleep as the rest of the family looked at me waving goodbye…
No, I don’t
just visit in the mornings, sometimes I visit in the evening when families are often
getting ready for bed, and leave them ready for sleep. One example is the family of a man who ran a
number of restaurants in the North of England – and it was an early Saturday
night when I gave them a very different night in.
I looked
through the kitchen window to see their mother preparing some snacks. She was in her early thirties, and had long dark
hair – but she was wearing a very fetching pair of white round necked cotton
pyjamas with a lemon print on them.
Literally lemons, with little green leaves.
I entered, the
mask down and covering my head as I pointed a gun at her, and asked her if
anyone apart from the family was at home.
She shook her head and asked what I wanted, so I told her. I was going to rob the house, and I had to
make sure she and her three children could not stop me.
She just shook
her head, as I saw the food she had laid out, so I motioned for her to put her
hands on her head, and then we walked into the front room, where her three
children were watching television. Her oldest boy was eleven, and was wearing
the same style of pyjamas, his dark hair cut short. His sister was eight, with the same sort of long
hair as her mother, but her pyjamas were a short sleeved top and shorts. Finally was the three-year-old boy, who was
dressed like his brother and mother.
They were
scared to see me, but their mother calmed them down, as I told all three of
them to sit on the couch. I then took my
rucksack off and handed their mother a roll of white tape, and told her to tape
the ankles of each of her children together, as well as their legs below their
knees.
She tried to object,
but I was gently insistent, so she slowly walked over and knelt down, talking
to them quietly as one by one their ankles and legs were taped together. She told them everything was going to be all
right, as she stood up and I took the roll of tape from her, then sat her on
the couch as well before I taped her ankles and legs together as well, above
and below her knees.
I then said
they would not let the food go to waste, so I went back and came in with a
plate for each of them, letting them watch television for a while as I talked
to their mother. I told her when they
had finished, I was going to bind their upper bodies and gag all of them and
leave them on the room while I searched her house – and that of they just
stayed where they were, there would be no problem.
That seemed to
placate her slightly, as I gave each of them a plate of food on their laps with
a drink, and they talked as a normal family would while they ate and watched a
film. It was only when I had cleared the
plates away that I made them all sit forward and put their hands behind their
backs, before I crossed and taped the wrists of each one of them together, and
then wrapped the tape round their upper bodies to hold their arms against their
sides.
I then put the
older boy and girl back-to-back on the floor before I wrapped some tape round
their waists to hold them together – and covered their mouths with strips of the
tape. I then gagged their mother and
younger brother, before I helped her to lie on her side against the back of the
couch, and the young boy on his back next to her.
When I looked
in after helping myself to their valuables, I saw her gently kissing the young
boy’s head with her taped lips as he looked at her, the other two children just
sitting quietly. I hope their father was
not too late in coming back…
Of course, it
is Christmas when families do tend most to wear matching PJs – witness the end
of last year in Hampstead. It was about
six in the morning again when I climbed the fire escape and let myself in
through the window of the flat – again, with my rucksack full of supplies,
because I knew the husband was a doctor who worked the overnight shifts at the
Royal Free Hospital.
His wife was
lying under the covers on the bed – but she woke up when I covered her mouth
with a gloved hand, and saw me standing there looking at her through the
eyeholes of my mask. She struggled for a
minute, trying to speak – until I told her to be quiet, or she would get hurt.
Well that got
her attention, as I pulled the duvet back to reveal the white pyjamas she was
wearing, adorned with a blue, red and green Christmas based design of socks,
stars and branches. I told her I was
going to remove my hand, and she should roll over and put her hands behind her
back.
This she did,
as I pulled her light brown hair long hair back, and then used some thin cord
from my rucksack to bind her wrists tightly together. She kept asking me what I was going to do –
so I said if she did not keep quiet, I was going to make her sleep, and it
would not be pleasant. Once I had done that,
I crossed her ankles and bound them together as well, the thin cord rubbing on
the bare skin of her legs as I did so.
She was
twisting round as I pulled her ankles back and used some more cord to bind her
ankles to her wrists – and it was as I tied that off I heard a young girl say
“Mummy, what’s going on?”
I turned round
to see an eleven year old girl standing there, wearing a pair of cotton pyjamas
with a round necked top in the same style as her mother. She looked at me – and she managed to get out
one screen before I managed to get over to her and grab her, covering her mouth
with my leather gloved hand as I told her to stop struggling, or she would get
hurt.
Well, it took
her mother telling her to stop struggling, and that if she did so she would be
all right, before she actually stopped, still breathing heavily as I kept my hand
over her mouth and walked her over to the bed, telling her to lie face down
next to her mother and put her hands behind her back.
I then bound
her in the same way as her mother – wrists crossed and tied tightly together,
ankles crossed and bound, then her feet pulled back and tied to her wrists in a
hogtie. I then told them both to raise
their heads, as I tore a long strip of plaster from a roll and pressed it down
over the mother’s mouth, and then over the mouth of her daughter.
Now, they
probably could get out if they tried, but I told them not to move because It
would make it tighter if they tried to escape, so they just lay there looking
at each other as I searched every drawer and cupboard, and then went round the
rest of the house.
When I left,
they had rolled onto their sides and were facing each other, too scared to do
anything except lie there…
Now, I should
say it’s not always the immediate family I visit. There was one Sunday morning when I called
into a house in a suburb of Nottingham – I knew because I had watched the day
before Mum and Dad were not home for the weekend, but I also knew there was
much to gain from visiting there.
So I went round
the side of the detached house, let myself in through the back door, and then
looked in the front room. There was a
ten year old girl sitting there, wearing a long sleeved orange top and grey
pyjama bottoms, watching cartoons. She
had not heard me come in – but she knew I was there when I picked her up with
my hand over her mouth, and told her to do exactly what I said, because if she
did, I would not hurt her.
Well, she took
a while to believe me, but I did not let her go until she calmed down, and when
I removed my hand she pleaded with me not to hurt her. I told her I would not if she stood still,
and let me tie her up, She did ask if I had to, but I told her I did, so she
stood still while I put her wrists together behind her back and tied white rope
round them to hold them tightly together.
I also tied some rope round her upper arms and body to hold them firmly
into place, before I told her to sit down on the couch and put her legs out.
As she did so,
I tied her ankles together with more rope, the kid watching as I pulled the cords
tightly round and between her legs. I
then did the same thing to her legs below her knees, as she started crying –
and then she looked past me and said “GRANNY!!”
I stood up to
see a woman in her early sixties standing there, with greying hair cut short,
wearing a pair of white pyjamas with a subtle pink floral print on them. I told her to come over and stand in front of
her granddaughter, and not to say a word.
She asked if
the girl was all right as she came over, and I walked behind her to start
binding her wrists together behind her back.
The kid said she was scared and her grandmother told her she knew she
was, but to be brave – as I secured her arms to her sides with ropes round her
upper body.
She then sat
next to the kid, as I bound her ankles and legs in the same way as her
granddaughter, before I walked behind them and took from my rucksack a grey
silk scarf. Rolling it into a band, I
told the grandmother to open her mouth, and then pulled the band between her lips
to make sure she was kept quiet.
I then gagged
the kid as she looked at her grandmother, before she lay down and put her head
on the older woman’s lap, looking up as I left them with an admonishment not to
move, while I stole the grandmother’s valuables…
So yes, early
or late morning calls can be fun. Take
what I am doing at the moment. It’s just
after nine at night, and I am in the bedroom of the older son of this
particular family, wrapping rope round his upper chest to hold his arms in
place while he tried to loosen the rope holding his wrists together behind his
back.
He is thirteen
years old, with short black hair, and is wearing a white t-shirt and black
bottoms. He grunts as I pull the rope
tighter, but he knows he had no choice – because his nine year old sister is
sitting on his bed, watching me tie up her brother.
She’s wearing
light pink pyjamas, but her arms are behind her back, her wrists tied together
and bands of rope round her arms as she twists round. Her ankles are also bound together with tight
bands of rope, as are her legs below her knees – and there is a band of silver
tape round her head, covering her mouth and keeping her quiet.
Not duct tape –
but it is holding firm as I use the roll to gag her brother as well, wrapping it
tightly round his head before I make him sit next to his sister, and watch as I
bind his ankles and legs together.
I had surprised
the girl a few minutes before, bound and gagged her, and then made her jump
into her rother’s room to – persuade him to do what I told him to do. I knew what both of them were thinking though
– why didn’t their parents stop me?
Well, there was
a reason, as I made them both stand up and jump into their parent’s
bedroom. You see, it may have been after
none in the evening – but I had surprised their mother and father when I got
into the house at eight.
Their mother is
wearing a black nightdress, and their father a white t-shirt and checked
bottoms – but they are both lying on their stomachs across the bed, ropes wound
their bodies and hogtied with the rope running from their ankles to the ropes
round their chest. Bands of silver tape
were already wrapped tightly round their heads, and they could only watch as I
made their son and daughter lei on the bed with them and hogtied them as well.
That was where I
left them as I took their valuables – but who knows? Next time, it might be you and your family I
visit…
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