The Doll House
“Happy
birthday to me, Happy birthday to me...”
“Happy
Birthday to me as well...”
“HAPPY
BIRTHDAY TO US!!!”
Anne and Amy
van Holden grinned as they hugged each other.
The twenty year old girls had spent the day at their greetings cards
store, and were looking forward to a family night out with their mother and
grandmother in celebration of the event.
The only way
to tell the twins apart, as a rule, was their hair – Anne wore her blonde hair
short, while Amy had hers longer, falling down the back of her neck and on her
shoulders. But both girls liked to dress
identically – and today, that involved a knee length gray dress, with thin
spaghetti shoulder straps, and a red and blur floral print. Under the dress they both wore light grey
tops, while over their arms and shoulders were grey woollen bolero style
jackets.
They both
were wearing grey tights, and leather strapped boots – in the case of Anne they
were grey, and Amy brown.
“So, ready to
eat at Mario’s?”
“Yeah –
when’s Gran likely to get here?”
“In a few
minutes,” Anne said as she looked out of the window. The street was quiet, with a grey transit van
parked a short way down the road. “Why?”
“I just want
this to be a good night, that’s all,” Amy said as she smiled. “I’ll go down and join Mum – see you in a few
minutes?”
“No problem,”
Anne said as she heard the doorbell. She
sat down at the dressing table and started to apply her lipstick, humming
quietly to herself as she did so.
Hearing the quiet footfall behind her, she said “I’m on my way,” and
stood up, turning round expecting to see her sister.
What she saw
instead was a woman, dressed from head to foot in a form fitting grey bodysuit,
the hood covering her head save for her face.
Or at least where her face should have been – instead, there was a white
featureless mask, with only slits for the eyes showing.
As well as
the bodysuit, the woman was wearing grey gloves on her hands, and short grey
boots – but it was the small pistol she was holding and pointing towards Anne
that really took her attention.
“Oh god,” she
whispered quietly, “what do you want?”
She looked at the woman, who said nothing, simply shaking her head
slowly from side to side and putting a gloved finger to where her lips would
have been.
“You... You want me to be quiet?”
The figure
nodded and then held her other hand up. Anne
started to shake when she saw the long length of rough brown rope, neatly
coiled up and with a small loop tied in the middle.
“Please, you
can lock me in the room, you don’t need to...”
The woman
shook her head slowly from side to side, and then indicated with her finger
that Anne should turn round. She did so
slowly, wondering what was going to happen until she felt the gloved hands
place her arms by her side, and then the rope fall in front of her over her
shoulders. There was some pressure on
the back of the neck, as if the masked intruder was placing something
carefully, and then she saw the grey arms come round, and start to wind the
rope down both arms in a spiral. As she
did this, she felt the masked woman pull her arms behind her, so she tried to
control her breathing, control her fear as her arms were brought together
behind her back and secured together.
“Where is my
sister? My mother?”
There was no
reply, as Anne felt her captor feed the ropes through what she presumed was the
little loop she had seen, and then her arms as they were pulled up her back,
and the rope wrapped round them again.
She then saw the rope as it was passed round her upper arms and body, almost welding them to her sides as
they framed her chest, pulling her jacket to the sides.
“Please, will
you tell me what is going on,” Anne said as she tried to move, but found her
arms were tightly secured. The masked
woman in grey said nothing, instead taking her arm and walking her out of her
room, and down the stairs.
As they
walked into the front room, Anne saw Amy standing there, her arms secured to
her arms in the same way – and another woman dressed in grey, save for the
white mask.
“Oh god – are
you all right Anne,” Amy said quietly as she was helped to sit down on a long
couch.
“I am – apart
from having my arms tied,” Anne said quietly, “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know
– I came down the stairs when Mum opened the door – and these three women just
walked in.”
“Three of
them?”
“Three of
them – just stay calm girls, and we’ll get through this together.”
As Anne sat
next to her sister, she saw a third woman come in with her mother. Sarah van Holden was on her early forties,
and was wearing a black jersey dress, with grey sheer tights and a pair of
mid-calf grey suede boots. The grey woman was holding her arm, as she nodded to
one of the other two women. They reached
into a large duffle bag, and brought out a hank of brown rope, which she shook
loose, doubled over and tied a small loop in the middle of.
“Mum,” Amy
said as she looked at Anne, “what’s
going on?”
“We’re been
robbed,” Sarah said quietly as the woman draped the rope over her shoulders,
and then started to swiftly bind her arms, “these are the China Doll Gang – you
read about them in the papers?”
Anne and Amy
looked at each other as the Doll bound their mother’s arms and body, the ropes
framing her chest as well. Sarah gasped as the ropes were pulled tighter – and
then all six stopped as they heard the front door opening.
The Dolls
moved like lightning – two of them coming behind Anne and Amy, their pistols
drawn, while the third stood beside Sarah, her hand on her shoulder.
“So where are
the birthday girls,” a voice said, and then the door opened as a grey haired
woman walked in, carrying two bags. She
was wearing a grey cardigan over a white top, a long fawn skirt, and black knee
length boots, with the glimpse of grey tights between the boot tops and the
skirts.
“Happy... Oh dear Lord!”
“Mamma I’m
sorry,” Sarah said quietly, “they arrived a little while ago, and I fear you
are going to be like us soon.”
“Have they
hurt any of you,” the new arrival said as she looked round the room, the Dolls
looking at the twins.”
“No grandmamma,”
Amy said, “they are the China Doll Gang, according to Mum.”
“And is their
birthday,” the new arrival said. “This
is going to be a most unusual evening, I see – unfortunately. I am Esther Bloome – I presume if I do as you
say, I will come to no harm?”
She looked at
the Doll standing behind Sarah, who slowly nodded as she stood to one side, and
then nodded to one of the others. Esther
watched as she fetched a fresh length of rope, and walked behind Esther, the
older woman calming herself as they started to bind her.
The Doll
pointed to an armchair by the couch, Sarah nodding as she went to sit
down. As she did this, the third doll
took a shorter length of rope from the bag, and knelt in front of Anne, folding
her skirt back before she wrapped the rope around her legs below her knees and between
them, before she took the rope down and bound her ankles tightly together. Anne tried to move her legs, but only swing
them up and down as the Doll replaced her skirt, stood up and went to the bag
to retrieve another length of rope.
“She,” Sarah
said as she nodded to the Doll watching them, “she made me open the safe
already, and then she brought me to join the girls.”
“At least
they seem to be intending to keep us together,” Esther said, gasping as the
chest ropes were pulled tighter, and the ropes tied off. She was then directed to the other armchair,
walking over and sitting down as the Doll bound Amy’s legs.
“So what’s
going to happen now,” Esther said as she wriggled round. The Doll simply cocked her head to one side,
and then watched as the other two took ropes, and bound the legs of Sarah and
Esther as they sat in the chairs.
“Well, as I
said, this is going to be a very different evening,” Esther said quietly as she
tried to get comfortable. “It is just a
pity we will not be able to cancel the table at Mario’s – something tells me we
will not be able to make it?”
The Doll
turned as she said that, her head to one side, and then she nodded to the other
two. As they left the room, she reached
into the duffle bag herself, and then pulled out a red bandana, the women
watching as she rolled it into a band and then tied a knot in the middle.
“Oh no – we
won’t raise the alarm I promise,” Sarah said as she pushed herself back into
the chair, but there was no reply, only the Doll standing in front of her, the
bandana taut in her hands, the knot in front of her mouth.
“Sarah –
allow her to do it. It is better we are
silent than worried because one of us is hurt.”
“Please Mum –
we’ll manage,” Anne said quietly, Amy nodding in agreement.
“All right,
Mamma,” Sarah said before she opened her mouth, tasting the clean cotton on her
tongue as the Doll eased the knot between her teeth, and then tied the bandana
tightly round her head, the knot sitting at the base of her neck.
“Our father,
who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy nammmm,”
Anne felt the
band pressing on her cheeks as the Doll gagged her with a brown bandana.
“Thy Kingdom
come, Thy Will be done
On Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgffffmmmnn”
Amy tried not
to gag as a knotted black bandana was used to keep her quiet.
“And forgive
us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
For Thine is the Kingdom,
The Power and the Glory, Frrffrrndfrrrr.”
Esther looked
up as the two Dolls returned, carrying velvet sacks which they placed into the
duffle bag, while a green bandana was used to keep her quiet. She looked at her daughter and
granddaughters, as they all said together “Emmnnn.”
The three
Dolls looked at the family, before they closed the duffle bag, one of them
picking it up as another placed a folded letter on the coffee table. They then stood at the doorway, looking at
the trussed and gagged women, before they faded into the twilight of the
darkening hallway.
The four of
them looked at each other as they heard the door opening and close, before the
twins started struggling, trying to free themselves. The ropes were too tight, however, and after
a while they realised the way the ropes were rubbing on them were making them
feel – strange. And not in a way they
liked.
So they sat
still, the four of them quietly trying to talk to each other as the light
lessened through the curtains...
“In here!”
Amy opened
her eyes as a policeman came in, two more following as they ungagged the four
women.
“Thank god –
how did you know?”
“Anonymous
tipoff,” the officer said to Sarah as he looked at the ropes, and then started
to untie her. “What’s that on the
table?”
“They left
it.”
“They?”
“The China
Doll Gang.”
One of the
policeman opened it with gloved hands.
“It’s a note, thanking you for your cooperation,” he said as the others
were released. “We’ll get someone to
check you over.”
“I don’t
understand – why did they let you know?”
“Who can tell
– those ladies say nothing. Besides – it
has been a very trying day for us.”
“Why,” Esther
asked.
The policemen
looked at each other, before one said “we’ll get you checked over – can you
tell us what has been taken?”
“All our
jewellery, and the money from the safe,” Esther said as she sat at the table
with Anne and Amy. It was nearly eleven,
and the police had gone.
“Well, at
least we were released,” Anne said as she rubbed her wrists, “and what did they
mean it’s been a trying day?”
“Ho knows,”
Amy said, “at least we’re all right, but our birthday meal...”
“Is
tomorrow.”
The three
women look at Sarah as she came in.
“I just
called Mario’s – someone called, said the family were tied up in an emergency, and
could they move the booking to tomorrow?”
“Who called
them?”
“They said it
was me – a female at least...”
“So it was the China Doll Gang?”
“Looks that way,” the DC said as he
looked at DCI Jardine. “What the hell
happened here today chief?”
“I have no idea – but that just adds
to the list..."
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