The Family Cat
You would be
right in saying, over my career, there have been occasions when I have paid
visits and I have had to make sure a family cannot raise the alarm. It is not something I like to do, unlike some
others, but when it has had to happen, I always take the same courteous
approach I would with anyone I had to restrain.
You want to
hear some of those stories? All right
then – I remember the first time. I was
still apprenticed, so this would be around 1973 or 1974. I was in Clapham, and had got into a nice
terraced house, having a look round when the door opened, and two young women
came in.
One was in her
early twenties, wearing a psychedelic print pink halter neck mini dress with a
matching band round her beehive, and knee length pink go-go boots. The younger girl with her could not have been
more than thirteen, and was wearing a purple mini dress with a dots and flower
print, as well as white Dr Marten boots with a dyed upper.
Well, they were
both surprised to see me, so I got the chance to speak first, apologising both
for the fact I was robbing their house, and also that I had to make sure they
could not raise the alarm for a while.
The young girl looked at me through her glasses, and asked how I was
going to do that – which was when I produced the ball of twine and roll of
sticking plaster I tended to carry with me at that time, and told them both to
sit on the couch, with their hands in prayer in front of them.
Well, they both
did that, the older girl (who I presumed was her sister) watching as I tied the
younger girl’s wrists together with the twine, then pulled them down as I tied
the twine around her legs above her knees, and finally around her ankles,
cutting it off with my penknife when I was done. As she wriggled round, I made sure big sis
was just as secure, before I pressed a strip of sticking plaster over each of
their mouths, and then turned the radio on as I made my exit…
The thing is,
the younger generation need to be treated properly if they are not going to end
up hurting themselves. As you know, I
always try to show due respect at all times anyway, but when it is a mum and
her daughter, it helps to put them a bit more at ease.
This was in
about 1983, and I was in the Dudley area of Birmingham, birthplace of one Lenny
Henry and with a large Afro-Caribbean community. It was a Sunday afternoon, and I had managed
to find my way across the back lawn of a semi-detached house, ease the patio
doors open, and was searching the front room for valuables when a young girl
said “mummy, there’s a strange man in the house.”
I walked over
and knelt down, putting my hand on her shoulder as I asked her what her name
was. “Shirley,” she said as she put her
finger to her lips. She was about nine,
and wearing a white sleeveless dress that came down to her knees. It had coloured dots on it, and a des sash
round her waist as well as a red lace trim, and little red bows on the
shoulders. Her hair was in two bunches,
with white ribbons, and she had white socks and shoes on her feet.
“What do you
mean, Shirley,” an older woman said, but as she came in and saw me with my hand
on her daughter’s shoulder she stopped and put her hands to her mouth. Her dress was the same colour and with the
same spots, but the red trim was over her shoulders, and I could see the bands
at her back. It was also only down to
her knees, and she was wearing white sandals with heels.
I looked at
her, smiled and said everything would be all right, but I had to make sure that
she and Shirley could not raise the alarm, so she should stay quiet and do as I
say. As she nodded, she told Shirley the
man was going to do something to make sure they could not move – or speak – but
it would be something they would do together.
Shirley looked
at me, and asked if I was a robber – I nodded, and said I was a nice one, not
like the mean ones she saw on the television.
That seemed to make her happy, as I suggested we all went into the
dining room, so that they could look out over the garden.
As we walked
through, I told Shirley’s mother to put two chairs in front of the patio doors,
and then to sit in one of them, with her hands on her head. As she did so, I showed Shirley a large roll
of silver tape, and told her I was going to use this to make sure she stayed in
the chair. She asked how, so I told her
to sit next to her mother, and then lean forward with her hands behind her.
The chair backs
had spaces between the slats wide enough to let me take Shirley’s hands and
arms through, and I told her to sit up nice and straight against the chair
back. When she had done that, I crossed
and taped her wrists together, and then taped them to the chair back, before I
wound some more tape round the young girl’s waist and the chair back as
well. She giggled as I did that, and
looked at her mum, saying she could not move her arms.
I said her mum
would be the same, as I took her arms round the chair back and taped her wrists
together, then to the back, and wound the tape round her stomach as well as her
upper arms and body. As she wriggled
round, the tape crinkled but held firm, as I knelt in front of Shirley, put her
feet together, and wound the tape tightly round her ankles, and then folded her
skirt back before I taped her legs together below her knees.
Folding the
skirt back, I asked if she was all right, and she nodded as I taped her mother’s
ankles and legs together. Shirley’s feet
were hanging over the edge of the seat, and as she swung them up and down I
took her mother’s ankles to the front leg and taped them there as well.
She told
Shirley they could look out for animals under her dad came home. I said that would be a good idea as well, but
I needed to put some of the tape over her mouth as well. She looked at me and nodded, and I taped her
lips over, and then her mothers, before leaving them to enjoy the view while I
finished robbing the house. A quick
check to make sure they were fine, and then I left them to their nature time…
I know someone
like the Games Players make it more of a game for the kids, and there has been
one occasion when that was the lead the mother decided would be the best way
forward for me as well. This was a few
years later – probably about 1987 – and I had been commissioned to break into a
house in Alnwick and obtain a rare book – anything else was my concern.
I had come up the
night before and stayed in a local hotel, so as I walked down the street,
dressed casually, I looked like just another visitor to the area. With a small rucksack on my back, I looked in
some of the shop windows, and even popped into one or two antique shops, buying
some things and asking them to keep them until I called back later.
As a result, it
was about lunchtime as I walked up the garden path – a very well kept garden at
that – and looked at the front door. It
was a simple Yale lock, and a few moments later I slipped inside, closing the
door quietly behind myself, and as a precaution pulled a stocking down over my
head. I was fairly sure nobody was home,
but you never can tell.
And on this
occasion, I certainly could not tell – because when I walked into the front
room, someone was in. Well, two someones – a seven year old girl, with long blonde hair,
wearing a Regency style long sleeved dress in white with a black top, and her
mother. The older woman was wearing a
knee length black dress with a purple fern, and white socks – the little girl
was barefoot.
They both
looked at me, as I smiled and said hello – then told them that I was the
burglar of the day, and that they didn’t need to be afraid that I was going to
hurt them. That seemed to calm them a little,
as the mother asked what I was going to do – and how would I make sure they
stayed quiet.
Well, I had a
few ideas on that of course, but then she surprised me. Looking at the young girls, she said – and I
remember what she said to this day – “Elsie – when I was your age, a man broke
into our house and tied me and your grandmother up. I think this man is going to do that as well
– but then, he did it so I felt safe and protected. Will you let me do the same with you?”
“Okay mummy,”
the little girl said as she looked at me, and then her mother looked up. “Let me get myself and Elsie into position,
and then you can begin.”
I nodded –
anything to make things a little easier for her and for me, after all. So she knelt on the floor, looked at Elsie,
and said “come over here, and give Mummy a big hug. I’m going to hug you all the time he is here
– and after as well.”
The little girl
walked over and stood in front of her mother, putting her arms round her as she
hugged Elsie, and then said to me “start by tying my wrists together, behind
her back, and then tie hers behind mine.”
I nodded as I
took my rucksack off, removed a length of cord, and tied her wrists together
behind Elsie’s back, the little girl giggling as she said “I love it when you
hug me Mummy.”
“I love your
hugs too,” she replied as I walked behind her and tied a length of rope between
the young girl’s wrists, so that she was in place as well. I then took a longer length, and tied it
round both of them at their waists, holding them together.
“Now, Elsie,”
she said as she kissed her daughter’s forehead, “the man is going to tie some
rope round my upper arms, and he will do the same to you.” Nodding, I carefully passed some rope around
her arms, below her chest, so that Elsie’s head which was resting on her
mother’s chest was out of the binding, and pulled her arms into her sides. Walking round, I did the same to the young
girl, the band sitting above her mother’s wrists as I did so.
“We’re going to
hug for a long time Mummy,” Elsie said with a smile as I tied her ankles
together, making sure it did not hurt her, and then tied her legs together
below her knees. I then secured her
mother’s ankles and legs as well, before I said to her “out of interest, did
they keep you and your mother quiet?”
“Yes – they
used two scarves. Go up the stairs,
first door on the right – I promise, we will be quiet until you come back.”
I took her at
her word, and went up the stairs, returning with two headscarves. One was a plain black one, which I folded
into a triangle, rolled up, and as her mum said to open her mouth I pulled it
between Elsie’s lips, tying the band round her head as she bit down on it. The other one was a brown and white checked
scarf, which I rolled up, tied a knot in the middle, and then gagged Elsie’s
mother with. Turning on the radio, I
left them hugging and trying to talk to each other while I obtained the book,
and a few other things as well.
I made sure the
police were told about them once I was far enough away…
Normally, if I
knew a family lived in a house I visited, I tried to time visits for when
nobody would be there – and between 3 and 4 tends to be a good time, when the
school run is in full flow. In 1995, I
was doing just that in St Albans – I had scouted out a house with a fine
collection of porcelain items, and I figured I would have plenty of time to be
in and out before the family came home.
I had, however,
failed to check the liturgical calendar, and if I had I would have realised I
had picked 22nd June – St Albans Feast Day. So I was busy loading items into a bag when I
heard the front door open – and I had to hide behind the door as they came in.
There were two
young girls – one was nine and the other seven.
The nine year old was dressed as a medieval nun – her blonde hair was
under a white heads veering, and she was wearing a brown dress with a white
top, a white cloak, a brown scarf over the head covering – and grey leggings
with pink fur lined boots. A strange
attire indeed.
The younger
girl was wearing a black cardigan over a white blouse, a long black skirt, and
she had a pair of pink short boots on. Behind
her came their mother, wearing a grey cardigan over a blue dress with white
polka dots, and black leather boots.
Well, she saw
the bag on the floor with the porcelain inside, and turned round – to see me
standing with my hands on the shoulders of the two girls, and telling her to
keep calm and quiet.
The older girl
asked what was going on, and I told her the truth – I was robbing her, and now
all three of them would have to be kept quiet and hidden away, as if they had
been taken hostage by medieval villains.
Now, I expected
them to be scared – after all, I was a stranger in their house – but instead,
their mum told them both to go to the toilet and come back. While they were out, she asked if I going to
take the porcelain, and when I said I was she smiled. Turned out she hated the stuff – and she
would get her girls to do what I wanted in that case, if I set things up first.
When they came
back, I had tied their mother’s wrists together behind her back, and she was
sitting on the couch facing the television.
She told them I was going to tie their wrists as well, and then the
ankles of all three of them as they sat down, and they would watch a Bob the
Builder marathon. They seemed happy
about that, as I crossed and bound the wrists of each girl behind their backs,
and then helped them to sit next to their mother before I secure their ankles
together, one by one.
To keep them
quiet, I used strips of medical tape, several to make sure they really were
silent, before I left them to their singing, and me to take my gains…
Of course, now
I am semi-retired, but there have been a couple of occasions recently where
customers of mine have heard I know how to set some special events up, and
asked me to do special mother-daughter events.
One of those was for a wedding – the daughter of a friend was getting
married for the second time, and she asked if I could arrange for her and her
daughter to be captured princesses that her fiancé could rescue for the
wedding.
Well, I first
checked to make sure everyone was happy with that idea, and once they were, I
said I would be at the house a couple of hours before the event. When I got there, I was wearing the black
jumper and trousers, and I had a roll of white tape in my hand as I went into
the house – the door had been left unlocked for that purpose.
I looked in the
front room, and saw her eleven year old daughter sitting reading a book. She had short light brown hair, and was
wearing a princess dress, with yellow and pink panels in the upper body, and a
pink lace capped sleeves and collar. The
skirt of the dress was also in pink silk with a lace overdress, and she was
barefoot – by prior arrangement.
I slipped into
the room and put my hand over her mouth, asking her fi she knew who I was, and
why I was there. Well, she nodded and
giggled, as I told her to stay quiet, and put her hands behind her back. Taking my hand away, I waited as she did what
I asked, then crossed her wrists and taped them together.
I then went in
front of her, smiling as I knelt down and taped her ankles, side by side, and
also her legs below her knees. I wasn’t
going to secure her arms – that would ruin the dress, but I did tear a long
strip of the white tape off and cover her mouth with it, watching as she smiled
underneath.
That was when I
heard her mother come in, saying she looked as if she was ready. She was a brunette, and was wearing a long
yellow silk gown with an embroidered front, and puffed short sleeves pulled
down from her shoulders. She smiled and
said thanks for doing this, then turned and put her hands behind her back,
looking over her shoulder as I taped her wrists together. As I did this, the young girl giggled and
tried to talk, as I asked her mother to sit next to her, and I taped her
ankles, as well as her legs below her knees.
I then covered
her mouth with the tape, and watched as they tried to talk to each other, and
pretended to struggle. Looking at my
watch after a few minutes, I wished them a wonderful day, and left – walking
down the street as I saw the car pull up with her fiancé inside…
They were nice
enough to send me some cake and a photo as well.
There is one
other story that is fresh in my mind, because it was last week. One of my regular customers lives with her
partner and their two daughters, and they were having a Fifties day at their
school to which parents were invited.
Now, she knows a little of my past, and asked if I would do a special
surprise, and take all four of them as Fifties hostages when they got back…
That’s why I
had a key to their house, and was waiting inside as they pulled up in their car
and got out. Cynthia – my friend – was out first, with a pink satin bomber
jacket over a white top, a long grey poodle skirt, the poodle in white, and
white heels. Her dark hair was pulled
back, a white chiffon scarf keeping her ponytail in place.
Her partner got
out on the other side. Caroline was
wearing a white short sleeved top and a pink poodle skirt, hers with two dice
on the front, as well as black and white bowling shoes and white bobbysox, and a pink scarf tied in a bow round her hair.
As she walked to
the door, the two girls got out of the back.
Connie, Caroline’s daughter, was wearing a dark blue top with a white
collar, a long light blue silk skirt, and white shoes and socks. Her light blonde hair was in a ponytail, and
a dark pink scarf was tied round her neck.
Finally, there
was Tina – she had a white top with a shiny pink satin collar, a matching short
poodle skirt and scarf round her neck, and white socks with shoes in the same
style as Caroline.
Anyway – all
four were talking excitedly as they came in – and then the two girls stopped as
I hand gagged them, their mothers looking at me as Caroline said “Christine, is
this your doing?”
“It is,”
Christine said quietly, “it looks as if an escaped prisoner has broken into our
houses – and we need to do as he says.”
The girls
laughed into my hands, as I told Caroline to close the drapes over the windows,
and said to Christine to sit quietly on the couch, hands where I could see
them. As she did so, I whispered to the
two girls to pretend they were scared, then let them go as they ran to hug
their mothers.
I had a canvas
bag with me, and was wearing a black and white striped jumper, black trousers
and shoes, and a black domino mask over my eyes. Smiling, I opened the bag, and handed
Christine and Caroline a length of soft white rope. They asked what it was for – and I told them
to tie their daughter’s wrists behind their backs.
I knew they had
played games like this before, so as I watched the two girls stood in front of
their mothers, talking to each other as their arms were secured. Smiling, I then handed them each a second
length of rope, and told them to tie the ankles of the two girls together.
Both of them
stood up and knelt on the floor, as they said the bad man was making them do
this, and secured the ankles of Tina and Connie so they could not move their
ankles apart. I could see they were
excited, and I got their mothers to fold their skirts back and tie their legs
together below their knees as well.
There was,
however, one more thing I wanted them to do, as I told them to remove the
scarves from their daughters, and use them to keep them quiet. The two girls nodded, and soon Connie was
sporting a blue cleave gag, and Tina a pink one.
Looking at
Caroline, I then handed her some rope, and told her to tie her partner up. Christine nodded as she put her hands behind
her back, Tina giggling as she watched Caroline bind her wrists tightly
together behind her back, and then help her to sit down next to Tina while she
bound Christine’s ankles, then folded her skirt back and tied he legs as well.
As she stood
up, she walked behind Christine, removed the chiffon scarf from her hair, and
then pushed it into her partner’s mouth.
Why not a cleave gag? Because I
had a pair of clean stockings, and I told Caroline to use one of those instead.
“SSsfhnnshnnthtghrls,” Christine said as she turned and
looked at the two girls, both of them nodding as I secured Caroline, and cleave
gagged her in the same way as Christine while they sat side by side on the
couch. Smiling, I then out on the Cliff
Richard marathon I had been requested to bring, all four having fun as they
twisted on the couch…
Be assured, I
released them once some food I ordered had arrived – but I did tie them up and
gag them in their beds. But that’s
another story – more tea?
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