Tales of the Night
During the early 1960’s, the town of
Belmont was plagued by a series of burglaries that were committed by the same
suspect, always after dark, and always is homes where it was clear someone was
present at the time. One of the first
was at the home, strangely, of one of the local police force, when his wife was
home alone…
Clara smiled as
she sat in front of the fire, wearing a long pink nightgown and silver
slippers. It was about nine at night,
and she was listening to the radio having got ready for bed. Her husband was on night patrol, and would
not be back until the next morning – but she had nothing to be afraid of. After all, Belmont was a quiet town.
So when she
heard the noise, she thought it was just their cat coming in from her nightly
exercise. The first she knew of the
intruder was when a gloved hand was clamped over her mouth, the taste of the
wool taking her completely by surprise as her head was pulled back.
“Not a word,” a
male voice said, “just do as I day and you don’t get hurt. You alone at the moment?”
Clara slowly
nodded as the voice said “good – if I take my hand away, are you going to
scream or raise the alarm? I’d hate to
have to take steps if you were going to.”
This time she shook her head from side to side, as the voice whispered
“good – stay quiet, and when I remove my hand, let your arms drop to your
sides.”
Clara felt she
had no choice as she complied. The young
woman was sitting in a red plastic bucket seat with a high back, and black
metal legs, but she was too scared to do anything as whoever had spoken took
her arms around the chair back, and she felt the rope as her wrists were bound
tightly together.
“OH God, help
me,” she whispered as she wriggled her fingers, her wrists held firmly together
as she was taken by surprise by the folded black cloth that was tied tightly
over her eyes. She then felt the
intruder putting her ankles together, and the cords on her bare ankles as they
were bound together in the same way. Her
legs were then pulled under the seat, her toes wriggling as he felt the tension
increase around her wrists.
“Open your
mouth.”
Clara did as
she was ordered, and tasted the faint hint of perfume as some sort of cloth was
pulled between her lips and tied tightly round her head. She could hear whoever it was moving around, drawers
and doors opening, and then footsteps – followed by silence.
A silence that
was even scarier than the previous visitor, as Clara tried to move – only to
realise to her horror her ankles were tied to her wrists with a length of rope,
and she was stuck in the chair. She
started to wriggle round and scream for help, wondering her long it would be
before help came…
Clara was fortunate, in that a passing
neighbour saw the open door of her house, came in, and called the police.
Another early visit was with Eleanor –
and curiously, it was on the day of the inauguration of Kennedy…
“Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”
Eleanor nodded
as she watched the news report of the President’s Inauguration. The middle aged woman had curled brown hair,
and was looking at the screen through a pair of horn rimmed glasses. Her short sleeved blouse was made of silk,
and printed with a bright floral pattern, the hem over her blue shorts, her feet
in a pair of light brown moccasins.
“This is going
to be a great country now,” she said to herself as she stood up and headed to
the kitchen. Her husband would be home
soon, and would want his evening meal.
It was a good
thought – but she didn’t get to the kitchen, as she was grabbed from behind, a
gloved hand over her mouth as she was lifted up and carried to the
staircase. Eleanor struggled, trying to
scream, but the grip was too tight as she was carried up and then pushed onto
her bed.
“Don’t look
round,” a male voice said, “lie still, remain calm, do not move.”
“Oh god,
please, what do you want…”
“I want you to
be quiet,” the voice said, “and not to move.
Please, do as I say.”
Eleanor was
shaking as she felt the gloved hands take her hands behind her back, and heard
a ripping sound, before she felt the rug on her skin as the tape was used to
secure her wrists together. She then
felt the same tug on her ankles as they were secured together in the same way,
before she was rolled over and her glasses were removed.
The man was
tall, thin, wearing a thin lapelled blue suit with a white shirt and a thin
black tie. She stared at him as he tore
a length of tape from the silver roll, and said “put your lips together.”
She could feel
the way her lips were sealed as the tape was pressed firmly over them, and then
she saw him take a second strip off before he said “close your eyes.”
“Phllsddhtnhrthmhhh.”
“Close your
eyes.”
Eleanor nodded
as she closed her eyelids, and felt the pressure on them from the tape as it
was pressed in place over her eyes. She
lay still, afraid of what may happen as she listened to the man searching her
bedroom – and then the footsteps as he walked off.
How long she
lay there, she wasn’t sure, but eventually she heard her husband call out
“Eleanor, are you home?”
“HLLLPPMMMHHHHH”
She heard the footsteps
coming up the stairs, and then the words of her husband. “Oh my god…”
She felt the tug on her skin as the tape was peeled away from her eyes,
opening her eyelids to see her husband as he said “I’ll free you…”
It was some time before this intruder
struck again, but this time it was in the home of one the local store owners,
on the night before a very special holiday…
“That’s the
parcels ready,” Ira said as she looked at the baskets, covered in brightly
coloured cellophane as her daughter Sara looked on, her good friend Rebecca
with her. It was the night before the
Purim festival, and Rebecca was staying overnight so that she could go with
Sara to the synagogue in the morning.
Both girls were
ready for bed – Sara wearing a yellow and white dressing gown over her red
nightdress, a white band holding her brown hair back, while Rebecca wore a blue
and white dressing gown over a white nightgown.
“Now, you girls
will be all right while I go and collect your father,” Ira said as she put her
great coat on, both girls nodding as she left the house. They heard the car go off, the headlights
fading through the curtains, before Rebecca said “right Sara – what exactly did
Adam do on the date?”
“Well…”
“Hello girls –
just stay on the floor, hands on your heads.”
Both girls
looked over to see a tall man standing there, wearing a black jumper and pants,
but with a domino mask over his eyes – and a gun in one gloved hand, a bag in
the other.
“Oh my god,” Rebecca
whispered as the man looked at them.
“What… What do
you want,” Sara whispered.
“Your mother’s
jewels – and to make sure you two cannot raise the alarm. Why don’t you both sit with your backs
against the couch, and then put your hands together in prayer?”
The girls
slowly moved into place as the man put the gun down on the sideboard, and then
removed a ball of string and a pair of scissors form the bag, smiling as he
made a loop in the end.
“You first,” he
said to Rebecca, the girl shaking as she watched him slip the loop over her
hands and pull it tight round her wrists.
She watched him wind the twine around and between her wrists, and then
take it down around her legs, gathering her dressing gown round them, and
finally around her ankles before he cut the end and tied it off.
As she wriggled
from side to side, he did the same thing to Sara, ignoring her soft crying as
he made sure she was secured as well. He
then went back to the bag, and pulled out two white socks, smiling as he said
“I need you both to be quiet – open wide…”
“Girls? Are you still up?”
Ira and her
husband walked into the house, closing the door behind themselves, and listened
to the music. Smiling, they walked into
the front room – and Ira screamed as she saw the two girls, the white material
sticking out from between their lips as they sat there crying…
From one religious festival to one that
almost seems to attain that status – the school dance, and one time he was
known to have struck found twin sisters held captive.
Dora and Nora
did everything together, including going to the dance with their
boyfriends. So it was no surprise to
find them both looking in the mirror, applying make-up and then using as much
hairspray as was needed to keep their carefully arranged styles in place.
Dora was
wearing a sleeveless pinafore dress over a wide collared white blouse, the
cuffs turned back, with white booby socks and shoes, while Nora was wearing a
white silk tie neck blouse with a white cardigan, a ling pleated skirt and
brown kitten heels.
So when they
turned and saw the man standing there, wearing a stocking over his head and pointing
a gun at them, they felt they had to do what he said together, as he ordered
them both to sit on the wooden couch, then gave them each a length of white
cord and told them to tie their own ankles together.
He instructed
them in how to do this, with the doubled over ropes around their ankles, then
taking the rope between their ankles to secure them together. He then told them to fold their skirts back,
and use a second length to tie their legs together below their knees, before he
allowed them to fold the hem of their skirts back.
He then handed
them each a stocking, and told them to tie that round their heads and between
their lips, which they at first said no to.
But his gun proved most persuasive, as they opened their mouths and
pulled the stocking between them. It
pulled back on the corners of their mouths, and tasted the silk, but they were
too scared to do anything other than lean forward as he walked behind them, and
used more cords to secure their wrists together behind their backs.
Their parents
found them like that when they returned home, the house ransacked, the girls
terrified…
One of the more audacious visits of this
particular intruder took place on Christmas Eve…
“Oh my god…”
Ruth and Elaine
stared at the man dressed as Santa who was standing at the door, complete with
the red sack and the white beard.
“Ho little
girls – are your parents home?”
“We share this
home,” Ruth said as she laughed. The girls
were in their early twenties, and both were wearing festive long john pyjamas,
white with a red and green holly print.
Ruth’s had a Nordic pattern at the top, with red cuffs, and Elaine’s
white cuffs with the Nordic pattern at the bottom of her legs.
“Well, isn’t
that wonderful,” Santa said, “so do you want to see what I have in my sack?”
“Oh go on –
what could it possibly be,” Elaine said – and then the eyes of both girls
opened wider as they saw the ropes, and the gun he took out and held in his
black gloved hand.
“Sit in front of
the fire, girls – no reason you should not be warm,” he said, “and then link
your arms, and put your hands together in prayer.”
Elaine and Ruth
were shaking as they complied, Santa taking some of the rope from the bag and
smiling as he knelt in front of Ruth, and bound her wrists tightly together
with the rope. He then tied her ankles
tightly together, before he secured her wrists down to her ankles.
“Who are you,”
Elaine said as he walked round and knelt next to her, before beginning to bind
her in the same way.
“OH, I’m the
spirit of Christmas Giving,” Santa said with a laugh as he tied her ankles
together, “only the giving is to me. Now
open your mouth.”
“Why hmhgghdd,”
Elaine said as he pushed a rolled up napkin into her mouth, and then did the
same to her sister. The roll silenced
her, and she was too scared to use her tongue to push it out as Santa went
round the house, helping himself to their valuables…
“Merry
Christmas!” he called out as he waved to them before leaving the house, the two
women struggling as they started to try and remove the cloth from their mouths…
It took a few hours, but they eventually
managed to raise the alarm.
The last, and most audacious, record of
this intruder was later the next spring…
“Mommy I’m
scared…”
“I know,
Johnny, but I need you to be brave,” Lily said as she watched the man wrap the rope
around her son’s ankles and force them together. It was nine at night, and Johnny had been about
to go to bed a half hour earlier when he had walked into the room and told them
all to do what he said.
He was wearing
a blue and white striped t-shirt and blue jeans with the cuffs turned up. As the man pulled the rope between his
ankles, he glanced over at his Aunt Sheila.
She was wearing a brightly coloured halter neck dress which flowed down
to her ankles, but hat had a band of rope around her legs above her knees that
gathered the skirt of her dress, not to mention the rope around her arms and
body, and holding her wrists together behind her back, and her ankles together.
Aunt Sheila
nodded to show she understood. She
wasn’t able to say much, because of the strip of brown sticking plaster that he
had pressed down over her mouth before he had started to tie up Johnny. His wrists were already behind his back, and
ropes holding his arms to his sides as he wriggled round. The man smiled as he tied the rope off, and
then took another length and began to bind her legs together above his knees.
“You know who
my husband is,” Lily said as she watched the man finish tying up her son.
“Of course I do
– why do you think I came now,” the man said with a smile as he picked up the
roll of stocking plaster, and tore a long strip off. “Same message for you, son – sit still, don’t
struggle, and breathe through your nose and you’ll be just fine.”
“All right,” Johnny
said before he felt the plaster on his face, tugging on the skin on his chin as
he looked at his mother. Lily was
wearing a lilac short sleeved dress, and red sandals with a thick cork sole,
but like the other two she also had her wrists secured together behind her
back, and bands of rope holding her arms firmly to her sides.
“Now,” the man
said quietly as he took her by the arm, “let’s go and have a look round. They will be safe down here.”
Sheila and Johnny
watched as Lily was walked out of the room, the large fire roaring as they
looked at each other. Johnny was
starting to feel very strange, as he felt the heat form the fire, and then he
heard a thump.
Looking to the
side, her saw Sheila as she slowly jumped over and sat next to him, rubbing his
head with her cheek as he rested against her, glad of the company.
A while later,
Sheila looked up, the sleeping Johnny with his head on her lap as the man
looked in. He smiled and then went out,
as she wondered where her sister was.
As for Lily,
she was lying on her bed, her legs and ankles secured and sticking plaster over
her mouth as well, wondering what her husband would say when he returned from
the lodge and saw they had been robbed.
After all, the local Capo was not a wise target to hit…
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