After School Tales (MF/mfMF)

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A reminder - these are short vignettes of past stories, of home invasions, burglaries and kidnappings, inspired by real photos. the old stories can be found at my site at http://www.kppresents.com/thedidchannel.htm

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1969

It was the middle of summer, and Mummy and me had been to the market. I was wearing a red tartan pinafore dress with a short sleeved top underneath, red tights and short white boots, my brown hair cut in a bob and new glasses on. Mummy had longer dark hair, and was wearing a short dress – it was white with a pale purple paisley pattern on it, and a winged collar, and buttoned up the front, and she was wearing knee length white boots.

We were talking to each other about the upcoming gala day as we walked home, Mummy carrying a wicker basket with fresh fruit and veg inside, not a care in the world. She unlocked our front door, and we walked into the kitchen – to see the back door was open.

Before I could say anything, someone grabbed me from behind and put a rough hand over my mouth, Mummy turning and screaming as she saw whoever was holding me. I heard a deep male voice tell her to shut up, or I… I would get hurt?

That was when I really got scared, as Mummy nodded – I could see her start to cry as she pleaded with the man not to hurt me, and then at his command we were walked into the front room, and I watched as she closed the curtains over the windows. I could smell something from the man – a stale smell – as Mummy sat down on the couch, and I was pushed towards her, the man telling me to put my hands behind my back and telling Mummy to put her hands on her head.

I felt him pull my hands behind me, and then something thin as it was pulled tight round my wrists, holding them together as Mummy put her hands on her head and watched. It hurt, but I was brave, as the man made me stand to the side and warned me to be quiet, as I got my first look at him.

He was big – high and wide – and wearing a denim jacket and jeans, as I watched him kneel down and tie Mummy’s ankles together with twine, using a knife to cut it free from a roll before he knotted it off. When he stood up, he picked me up and sat me on Mummy’s lap, telling her to hug me and then tying my ankles together as well. It was just as tight as my wrists, but because I was wearing my white boots it didn’t hurt as much, and Mummy’s hugs made it a little better.

He then tied Mummy’s wrists together, and finally tied them to my ankles, before he turned the radio up high, and walked out of the room, pulling our telephone out of the wall before he went upstairs. I leaned back and looked at Mummy, who smiled as she told me I was a very brave girl, and kissed my head as she wriggled round.

The man came back a few minutes later, with a roll of brown sticking plaster which I knew had been in the bathroom. Mummy asked what he was doing, as he tore a strip off, and then he leaned over me as Mummy suddenly started to mumble. I looked up to see the brown plaster over her mouth, and then looked at the man as he stuck a second strip over my mouth.

Then he left – and we were stuck there until Daddy came home a few hours later…

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1974

I live in Amsterdam, and this happened when I was a ten year old girl. It was a warm day, and I was at home with Mama waiting for my Grandma to visit. I had a page boy cut then, and was wearing a cream top with red trim and wheels on it, as well as red pants. Mama was wearing a short-sleeved dress with a blue top, red middle and yellow short skirt. She wore glasses, and had long hair the same colour as mine.

Anyway, we were sitting in the back garden on some chairs, having a drink, when Mama heard the front door bell and went to answer it. I closed my eyes, feeling the sun on my face, and then heard Mama tell me to look at her. When I did, I got the fright of my life – there was a man with her, with a gun in his hand, and a black mask over his eyes.

That was when someone put a gloved hand over my mouth, and told me very quietly to be still, and put my hands together in front of me. Mama nodded to show I was to do this, while the man with her took from his pocket a roll of silver tape, handed it to her, and told her to tape my wrists together. She spoke to me, told me to be brave and everything would be all right, as she wound the tape round – it pulled at my skin, but I nodded and said nothing as she did this, and then was told to tape my ankles together.

Once she had done that, the man with Mama made her sit in her chair, and put her arms palm down on the armrests, before he took the silver tape and made sure her arms stayed there, the other person keeping their hand over my mouth the whole time. He then knelt down and taped her ankles to the front legs of the chair, before he tore a strip from the roll and pressed it firmly over her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked at me, before the man tore another strip off and told whoever was behind me to take their hand away.

Before I could speak, he pressed the tape over my mouth, keeping my lips together and me quiet, then he passed the roll to whoever was behind me, and they wrapped it round my body, holding my arms to my sides and my back to the chair, all while Mama watched helpless.

And then we both heard Grandma saying she was coming round. We could only watch as she came round, wearing a sleeveless short dress in pale blue with dark blue flowers, and sandals. She stared at us, and then raised her hands as I saw a masked woman walk over, and bring her to the spare seat where we were.

You can guess what happened next – they taped Grandma in the same way as Mama, and covered her mouth with tape, before the man kept a watch on us and the woman went into the house. We looked at each other, unable to do much more than make the tape crinkle and try to speak, for about half an hour – until the masked woman waved from the back door, and the man left us there as the clouds covered the sun.

I was glad of that – and the fact it didn’t rain – as it was another hour before a neighbour found us. The woman had taken Mama’s jewellery and some money, but apart from been stiff and sore, at least none of us were hurt…

[freyjaceleste862]

The gal in 1974 was much braver in my view.

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1971

Lola looked at me and tried to say something, but it came out muffled and garbled – not surprising, given the long thin scarf with the orange and brown print she had had tied loosely round her neck was now tied between her lips, keeping her tongue down. She was wearing a peach pinafore dress over a long sleeved white top, white tights and short black leather boots, but her wrists and ankles were crossed and tied together with rope, her legs tied together below her knees, and then her wrists tied to her knees as she sat against the long couch.

Keisha was sat next to her, her bright eyes shining as she looked at me. Our friend was wearing a red and grey tartan pinafore over a peach coloured blouse with a wide collar, matching tights and knee length black leather boots, but she was tied in exactly the same way as Lola, and a rolled up white scarf tied between her lips.

I remember the dark patch between her lips as she and Lola looked at Katy. We were Katy’s only real friends – she was the new girl, a bit fat, a bit shy, but we had befriended her and invited her home today – and this happened. She had two orange ribbons that kept her long brown hair in pigtails, and had on an orange dress with grey trim, white tights and mid-calf brown boots – but they were squeaking like Lola’s and Keisha’s as she tried to move, and pleaded with the masked man not to tie the rolled up red scar fin his hands between her lips.

No god, thought – he just pulled it into her mouth and tied it tightly round her head, while the second man finished ting m tied wrists to my knees. I had on a brown peasant blouse, a grey knee length skirt and knee length brown suede boots – but they had tied me in the same way, and then the man pulled a brown scarf between my lips and tied it round my head.

So here we all were, tied up and scarf gagged in my front room – and how did we end up like this? Glad you asked…

As I said, we’d invited Katy to my place to hang out after school, but we came in Mom was here – and so were three men, dressed in dark clothes, and with scarves tied over their mouths. One of them had Mom’s arms behind her back, and when we came in the other two pointed guns at us, and told us to be quiet and sit on the floor, hands on our knees.

Mom was wearing a blue dress with puffed sleeves and a short skirt, as well as black suede boots, but as we sat down /I could see him passing some rope around her – and there was a lot more rope coming out of the bags as one of the other two men watched over us. Mom told us to be brave, as the second man picked up the rope, crossed Lola’s wrists on her knees, and tied them tightly together while we watched. He walked round and tied the wrists of all of us as we started to cry, and then tied our ankles together as well.

He then rolled up the white scarf, and was going to use it on Lola, but she shook her head and said she had trouble breathing sometimes, so he used it in on Keisha instead while the man with Mom took her upstairs, and the third man took Lola’s scarf off and tied that between her lips. Then tied the legs of my two friends below their knees, and secured their wrists to that rope, before they took care of Katy and me.

The scarf in my mouth was getting wet as we looked at each other, before the man came back down without Mom, but with a pillow case that jangled as he carried it. He looked at all four of us, and then all three left us with the television on, and Mom still upstairs.

We tried talking to each other, but all we could do was make muffled noises, and then Katy started to wriggle herself across the floor. I wondered where she was going, until I saw her move to Mom’s sewing box, and she managed somehow to open it, and then to get a pair of Mom’s scissors in her hand. She then turned round, and shuffled to Lola, before she began to try and cut her free.

It took a while, but she managed it, Lola pulling the scarf from her mouth and hugging our brave friend, and then cutting her free before she went next door. Katy rubbed her wrists, and then cut me and Keisha free before Lola returned with Mr Black, our next door neighbour. He told us he had called the police, and to stay down here, while he went upstairs with the scissors.

When the officer came in, he walked down with Mom, who hugged us all and said he would talk to the other parents - after we had talked to the police…

[MisterMistoffelees]

You, KP, are still the master of vignettes!

[The Wrapster]

I'll have to agree with you, MM! No one does these tales better!

[KP Presents]

1972

It was a wet Saturday, and my fifteen year old sister Beth had been lumbered with babysitting us while Mum and Dad went shopping. I was eleven, and was wearing a brown checked waistcoat and short skirt, with a white top, brown socks and flat shoes. I also had on my black glasses – which made me look like Velma from Scooby Doo.

My twelve year old sister Val was also bored – she had on a short sleeved patchwork top, a short denim skirt and black go-go boots.

So Beth said we should go into our rooms, and watch television. She was waiting for her boyfriend – cue barfing – and had on a purple blouse and patterned skirt. So Val and I went upstairs, and read our books when we heard the knock on the front door. We could hear Beth open it, and her talking, and then nothing for a few minutes.

Val said she was going to go down and get a drink, and did I want one? I shook my head as she left the room and walked down the stairs – and then I heard her call out “Whhhmmmm…” I wondered what had happened, so I came down the stairs myself – and got the shock of my life.

Beth was sat in one of our wooden armchairs – but her wrists were held together and to the arm of the chair with Sellotape, and her ankles were taped together – and a strip was pressed over her mouth. And a man was holding Val, his hand over his mouth, dressed in denim and with dark glasses on!

“Okay kid,” he said as he looked at me, “no screaming, no calling out, or your sister gets it. See that roll of clear tape?” I nodded as he said “good – pick it up, and tape your sister’s wrists together.”

I had no choice, did I – I took the roll and told Val to be brave as I taped her wrists together, and then she sat down on the floor as the man made me tape her ankles, and then her wrists to her knees as she sat with her legs bent.

He then grabbed the roll from me and did the same to me, as Val twisted round, her boot squeaking and the tape crinkling – and the same sound came for Beth as I was taped up. He then covered our mouths with the tape, as we looked at each other, and he started to search the house.

When he ran out a few minutes later, we all tried to get free, but the tape was too sticky – Beth, however, somehow managed to get the Sellotape off her mouth, and started shouting for help. That was when the man ran in – and we were freed…

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1977

I loved purple when I was eleven years old – and so did my mummy, so when the bad men came, we were very brave and wore the same colour. It was a school day, and I was wearing a purple waistcoat and skirt with a purple floral print top, and knee length red leather boots. Mummy had promised me a special surprise after school, so I got back as quickly as I could and walked into the house.

When I got in, Mummy was in out front room – Daddy worked in the city, and did not get home until later. She had on a purple dress with a long sleeved purple jumper underneath, dark tights and black shoes, her long hair over her shoulders – and she gave me a big hug as I came to her.

And that was when he came in – without warning, and pointed a large knife at us as he swore and told us both to be quiet. Mum held me and asked him what he wanted, and he said money, and to get away – and then he saw Mummy’s knitting basket. He told her to take a ball of blue wool, and tie my wrists together in front of me with it.

Well, I was scared, but Mummy said everything would be all right, and to put my hands together in prayer. That’s what I did – pray as she wrapped the wool round my wrists to keep them together, cut a length off, and then tied a knot.

The man then told her to do the same to my ankles, so she did – the leather made a funny squeaky noise as I tried to move, but they were tied tight. He then told me to sit back on the couch, before he took the wool from Mummy and the scissors she had used. He tied her wrists together, and then took the wool down and tied her ankles as well so that they were linked together. He then looked at us, and told us to be quiet while he pocketed the scissors, and walked out – cutting the telephone wire as he did so.

Mummy rubbed her cheek on my head, and told me to be a brave girl, before he came back. His pockets were jingling, and he had two of Mummy’s scarves in his hand – a purple and a white one. He rolled the purple one into a band, and tied it between Mummy’s lips, before he did the same with the purple one to me.

And then he left – Daddy found us later, me asleep and Mummy looking at him…

[MisterMistoffelees]

Now that's knitting!

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1969

We lived in Aviemore then – it was just a little town, before the skiing started – in a house just outside. Daddy was a GP, and Mummy looked after me at home. It had been snowing, and when we came home from primary school we both had thick coats on. I was wearing a white blouse under a pinafore dress with alternating strips of blue checks and dark blue with a floral pattern, and over that a thick knitted cardigan with yellow, cream and blue stripes. I also had a red headscarf with white polka dots tied over my hair, to keep it warm.

Mummy had on under her coat a red cardigan with silver brass buttons, over a dress that had white and blue stripes and red squares with a flower. We both had one walking boots as well, given it was snowing – and I wanted to have some milk when we got in.

Daddy had a little pharmacy next to the surgery, and as we went into the house, Mummy told me he had been called out to a farm to see to someone, and would not be back until late. I wished that had not happened when we walked in – and found someone looking round our parlour!

Mummy put her arms round me and asked what the man was doing, but then I saw the light glint on one of our carving knives as he held it in his hand. He looked distracted, as he stared at us, and then looked at me, before he told us to do what he said, or he would hurt us. Mummy hugged me more tightly, and quietly said not to panic, we’d do what he said.

He waved the knife at us and told Mummy to sit in a rocking chair, and to put her arms on the rest. Mummy kissed me and sat down, before the man told me to sit on Mummy’s lap – so I took my boots off and did so, as the man looked round, and took from his pocket a big roll of sticking plaster.

I watched as he wrapped the brown plaster round Mummy’s wrists and the arms of the rocking chair, keeping them together, and then knelt down and put her ankles together, before he wrapped the sticking plaster round them as well. He then put my ankles together – I was wearing white tights, so it didn’t stick to my skin, but it was tight as he made sure I could not move my ankles apart.

He then taped my wrists together in front of me – and that did hurt, pulling on the bare skin on my wrists as they were held firmly together. I tested them round, looking at the brown band, and then looked at Mummy – as the man pressed a strip of the brown plaster over her mouth, and then looked at me.

I could see he had used all the sticking plaster up, as Mummy said something and shook her head. I couldn’t understand what she was saying – and then he looked at me, and took my headscarf off, untying the ends and then rolling it into a band, as he told me to open my mouth. I looked at Mummy, who looked at him and then nodded, so I opened my mouth – and then tasted the cloth as he pulled the band between my lips and tied it round my head.

It felt funny and tasted funny – but I put my head on Mummy’s chest and looked up as she leaned down and pressed her plastered lips on my forehead. We then watched as the man looked through the other cabinets in the room, and then went out. Mummy tried to move, but I was on her lap, as we listened to him in what I realised was Daddy’s office.

He then ran out as Mummy looked to the door, and then twisted round again. I could feel the scarf in my mouth getting wetter as I looked at her, but she could not get her arms free, so I looked at her and asked something. I wanted to say I wasn’t scared, but it did not sound like that.

So I turned round and sat across Mummy’s lap, putting my head on her chest as we sat there, wondering how long it would take Daddy to come home…

[The Wrapster]

Nice Story,KP!

[MaxRoper]

Short tales like these are some of my favorites. The action is right up front and any missing details or backstory are easily made up by the reader. Thanks for posting!

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1966

It was a bit frightening, but looking back on it I guess I was excited for a while as well. I was ten at the time, and me and Mom were visiting my Gran at her house. I remember it was later in the summer, and I was wearing a blur sleeveless dress with white trim, and a red and blue panel skirt that came to above my knees. It had a white rope belt that was tied round my waist, and I also had on white bobby sox and black shoes.

Mom was wearing a purple sleeveless dress, with a brown rope belt tied round her waist, and matching heels, and the wind blew in our hair as she drove our open top to Gran’s house. We both had long brown hair, and we liked the feel of the wind on our heads.

Gran lived in a bungalow on the outskirts of the town, and she was standing in the door to greet us as we pulled in. She had grey hair cut short, and wore glasses, as well as a sleeveless floral print dress that came to her knees and white heels. I gave her a hug as we came in, and then sat in her front room on a long white couch while she went to get some drinks.

I didn’t think we’d spend the rest of the afternoon there…

Mom and I sat on the couch, the way she had taught me with my ankles together and to the sides as we heard Gran in the kitchen – then we heard her gasp, and then nothing. Mom was about to go and see what had happened when she came in – with two men I did not know. They were smartly dressed – with suits, shirts, ties, polished shoes – and gloves as well as dark glasses.

One of them was holding Gran by her arm – her hands were behind her back, and a white napkin had been rolled up and tied round her head, as well as between her lips. The second man looked at us – and then he pointed a gun at Mom, then told us we both had to do as he and his friend said.

We both looked at Gran, who nodded before she was made to sit next to Mom, and she was told to lean forward and put her hands behind her back. As she did, I watched as the man took a length of white cord from his pocket, and walked behind the couch before he crossed Mom’s wrists behind her back, then started to tie them together with the white rope.

I looked at the second man, who was standing in front of us, and asked him if he was a robber. He smiled and nodded as Mom told me to be a brave girl, and then the second man told me to lean forward, and put my hands behind my back.

I was a little scared, but he was gentler than I expected as hr crossed my wrists, and then I felt the rope around my wrists. It was soft, and tight, and when he had finished I could not move my arms apart.

He then walked in front of us and knelt down, taking yet more rope from his pocket and then tying my ankles together side by side. I watched as he doubled the rope, wrapped it round and pulled my ankles together, then wrapped it round my ankles over my socks before he passed the rope between my legs, and tied it off. It was comfy, and I looked over as he crossed Mom’s ankles, and then tied them tightly together as well.

Gran grunted as he tied her ankles, and then winked at me as he stood up, taking the gun as the second man walked out, and came back with two of Gran’s big white napkins. He put one on my lap, then walked behind Mom as he rolled the other one up, and told her to open her mouth. She said we would talk about it later, and then she opened her mouth as he pulled the band between her lips, and tied it round her head. He then reached over and picked up the napkin on my lap, and told me to open my mouth.

The cotton tasted funny on my tongue as he pulled it between my lips, and it kept my teeth apart, but I saw Mom and Gran smiling at me, so I stayed still as it pressed my cheeks in while he tied the ends together. He then sat in a chair, watching all three of us as his friend went to all the other rooms of the house.

We looked at each other, and I could see a dark stain in Gran’s mouth in the cloth, and a smaller one in Mom’s. I know the cloth between my lips was feeling damper, as we heard the sound of things been pulled out or opened.

When the man came back, he had some more lengths of rope – I found out later they had found some cotton washing line in the kitchen, and had cu tit into lengths – before he used one to tie my legs together below my knees, then did the same to Mom and Gran.

He then took a really long length and tied it round Gran’s arms and body. Mom looked at the second man and shook her head as she tried to say something, but he nodded and said don’t worry, the kid won’t have this.

I wondered why I was been left out when the man did the same thing to Mom, the long length forming two bands as he arms were forced into her sides, and her dress stretched a little. She looked at me as he tied the rope off, and nodded as I wriggled round, before the two men got up and left the house.

We had to sit there until Pops came to meet us there, and found us with damp cloths in our mouths, and unable to move…

[KP Presents]

1974

I was fifteen the day the men called at our home – it was a Saturday, and I was working on an assignment in my room. I remember I was wearing a blue mini dress, with elbow length sleeves and a brown trim, white tights and dark brown Mary Jane shoes. My ten year old sister Grace was also at home – when I had gone upstairs, she was watching cartoons on the television. She was dressed a bit like Mum, with a short-sleeved orange dress, a white lace collar round her neck, white tights and knee length brown go-go boots.

As for Mum, she was wearing a fawn coloured waistcoat and short skirt, with a white blouse with a frilly front under the waistcoat, and matching fawn heels. I could hear her in the kitchen, cleaning up, when there was a knock on the front door.

I didn’t think too much of it, as I concentrated on my Civics work, but then there was a knock on my door, and Mum put her head round the door, and asked if I would come downstairs for a few minutes. Well, it was Mum asking, so I put my pencil down and followed her into the front room – where three things struck me.

The first was that the drapes had been pulled across the windows.

The second was that there was a man standing there, wearing a dark suit, dark glasses and leather gloves – and he was holding a black briefcase.

And the third was a second man, dressed the same way, holding Grace with his gloved hand over her mouth.

I looked at Mum, as the man asked her if that was everyone, and she nodded before saying we had to do what the men said. The other guy then let go of Grace, as she ran over and hugged Mum while the first man opened the case, took out a length of white curtain cord and handed it to me. I held it, wondering why he was giving me it – and then Mum told me I was to tie Grace’s wrists together behind her back.

I shook my head, but Mum told me if I didn’t do it, the men would, so I nodded and told Grace to turn round, and to be very brave. As she did so, I tried to remember what I had learned in my Guide troop about tying sticks together, and I wound the cord round her wrists in the same way. I tried no tot hurt her, but I knew the men might not be so gentle just from the way they were looking at us.

When I tied the ends together, the man who had been holding Grace looked at her and nodded, before he told her to sit at the end of the couch, and his ‘friend’ gave me another length of cord. I knew what he was going to ask, as I knelt down, smiled at Grace and told her we’d be fine, while I tied her ankles together, the cord rubbing on the leather as I did so.

When I stood up, Grace wriggled round, and I heard Mum tell me to put my hands behind my back. I felt the cord on my wrists as she tied them together - it was soft, but very strong as well as she wound it around and between my arms, and then tied the ends off before I sat next to my sister and watched as she tied my ankles together as well.

I asked Grace if she was scared, and when she nodded I said I was as well, as we both watched the man hand his ‘friend’ more cord, and he took Mum’s hands behind her back to tie them together. She then sat next to me as he knelt down and tied her ankles together, before the first man put the case down, and took out of it a roll of brown sticking plaster.

He told Grace to put her lips together, and then tore a long strip off before he pressed it firmly down over her mouth, covering it on all sides. She tried to speak, but could only mumble as he tore a new strip off, and pressed it firmly down over my mouth. I could feel it pulling on the skin round my mouth, but it was impossible to try and get off – which I guess was the idea, as he covered Mum’s mouth with a third strip, and then sat to watch us as the other man went round the house with the bag.

I looked at Grace, and at Mum, as I tried to get my wrists free, but the cord was too tightly tied, and I had to sit as Grace rubbed her head on my shoulder. Eventually, the man stood up as his ‘friend’ came back, and they both left us in the house.

I think we would have been there for hours, but half an hour later Mrs Baines came in – she had seen the open door, and the car outside, and wanted to see if everything was all right. She took one look at us, and ran out of the room, coming back with a pair of scissors as she said she had asked her son to call the police…

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1971

We had all been for a Sunday drive when we got home – Pops, Mom and me. I remember it was a hot day, and I was wearing a green sleeveless dress with a short skirt, and daisies printed on it, a blue headband, white socks and flat shoes. Mom was wearing a sleeveless top with a brown check and a roll neck, white slacks and white heels, while Pops had a blue shirt and dark trousers with black shoes.

We got home about five, and as Pops opened the garage door Mom and I went into the house – only to be grabbed from behind and a hand to be pressed firmly over our mouths. I still get that memory when I smell leather, and the look in Mom’s eyes when Pops came in and saw us.

He asked someone – whoever was holding me and Mom – what they wanted, and then he put his hands up and told us to do whatever they said. We both nodded as the hands were taken away, and the man behind us told us both to put out hands behind our backs.

Pops nodded as I did that, and I felt someone cross my wrists and then pull something round them to hold them together. It felt soft, but it was tight, and when he had finished I could not move my arms apart at all. I looked at Pops, who told me it was going to be all right as Mom made a little cry – I presume she was having her wrists tied together as well.

The man behind us then told Pops to go up the stairs and we were pushed after him. We walked up to my bedroom, where I was told to sit on the bed – and as I sat down, I saw the two men. They were wearing blue jackets and jeans, and one had a gun in his gloved hand, as the other opened a bag and took out what looked like thin skipping ropes.

He knelt down and told me to put my ankles together, and then used one of the ropes to tie them side by side. I watched with Mom and Pops as he did this, wrapping the rope round and between my ankles, and I was glad I had socks on to stop the rope hurting me. He then tied my legs together below my knees, before he stood up and looked in my wardrobe.

We all watched as he took out a green scarf I used to protect my hair sometimes, and rolled it into a band as he told me to open my mouth. Mom said no, but Pops just nodded so I did so, and he pulled the band between my lips, tying it round my head so that I couldn’t talk clearly.

He then told me to lie on my side, which I managed to do before he pulled my ankles back, and I felt more rope on my wrists. When he was done, I couldn’t straighten my legs out, as Pops told me I was a very brave girl and they left me alone – but not before the man turned on an old Transistor radio and I was able to listen to the music.

I could hear them in Mom and Pops’ room, and then the two men walked by with Pops, who told me it was going to be all right. I heard the front door open and close, and then there was only the music…

An hour later, our telephone rang, and then the man appeared in my room. He picked me up and carried me to Mom and Pops’ room, where Mom was also lying on her side on the bed, tied like me with a blue scarf between her lips. He put me on the ned next to her and then left, the front door opening and closing a few minutes later.

Mom looked at me and then wriggled over, kissing my forehead and rubbing her cheek against mine as we lay there for what seemed an eternity – and then a police officer came in and found us. The men had forced dad to open the store he owns and taken all the money, then left him there…


1972

School was over for the day, and Lynda was coming home for a play date with me – which was going to be great fun, or so I thought when we got our bags and left the classroom. I was wearing a white top with a thin red belt round my waist, a red pleated miniskirt, white tights and knee length black leather boots that laced up the front.

Lynda was cute with her long red-brown hair, and had on a pink smock dress with cap sleeves and a white trim, white tights and white go-go boots. We put our coats on, and I smiled and waved as I saw Mom standing by the car. She had a camel coat on over a white blouse, brown leather gloves and long chestnut brown boots.

“Get in the car girls,” she said as she opened the door, and we jumped in the back, talking to each other as Mom sat behind the wheel and we set off. A perfectly normal, average day – until we stopped at the lights, the front passenger door opened and a man got in, looking at us as he said “stay cool girls – your Mom is going to invite me to your home, aren’t you Mom?”

I saw Mom look at him, and then look down, before she looked at us and said “it’s all right girls – he’ll come home with us and you can have that play date, all right?”

“Okay Mom,” I said as I looked at Lynda, and we drove off again, but he seemed funny – strange in a not so nice way…

When we got home, Mom parked the car and looked at us. “Let’s go inside girls,” she said as we got out, the man holding Mom’s arm as we walked to the door, and she got her keys out. I saw her hand was shaking, but she opened the door and we walked in, the man smiling as he said “I want you girls to go and close the drapes, and then put the television on. You’re going to eb watching it for a while.”

I looked ta Lynda, as Mom said “do as he says girls,” while she started to unbutton her coat. So we walked in, and as Lunda pulled the drapes over the front windows, I put the television on and we sat down.

Then Mom came in, her brown suede waistcoat and skirt now visible – but I could see that her hands were behind her back, and she was scared. Just why I saw in a minute as I saw the knife in the man’s hand, and Lynda whispered “oh god…”

“I’m going to make sure these kids stay in here, while you and I take a little walk round,” he said as he looked at us, and I saw he had lengths of rope in his hands. “Sit on the couch, kids, lean forward, and put your hands behind your back.”

“What are you going to do,” Lynda whispered, but I could see Mom nervously looking at us, so I said “don’t worry Lynda – we’ll pretend to be Daphne and Velma, held hostage.”

Lynda nodded as the man walked behind us, and he put my hands together before using some of the rope to tie my wrists to each other. It felt tight, and a bit funny, but I looked at Lynda and smiled as he did the same to her. “Now we’re just like my Mom,” I said, as we looked at her and she nodded.

He then knelt down in front of the couch, and used more of his rope to tie my ankles together. I saw it was grey, and it was certainly tight, as he took it round and between my ankles so they were locked together. As he moved over to Lynda, I tried to move my legs, but all that happened was a squeaking noise which made me and Lynda giggle.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” Mom said with a smile as he stood up, and looked at us. The Flintstones was coming on the television, as he put his hand in his pocket, and took out a roll of brown sticking plaster. He tore off a strip and stuck it over my mouth, the material pulling on my skin – but it also meant I could not open my mouth or speak.

“Whthhpnsnsnnww,” I mumbled as he put a second strip of the sticking plaster over her mouth, and then took Mom by the arm as they walked out of the front room.

“Shhhtnnhwhwthlmee,” Lynda said as she looked at me, twisting her legs and making her own boots squeak as well. I shrugged my shoulders as we sat back and watched the cartoons.

A little while later, he brought Mom back, and she now had some sticking plaster over her mouth as well. She sat in the chair and watched as he tied her ankles together, and then left us in the house, unsure of what we could do until Pops came home…

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1965

We were a religious family, spending every Sunday morning in chapel and then Sunday lunch, followed by sitting reading and listening to music at home. One Sunday however…

I was fourteen at the time, and we had finished our lunch, and Papa was sitting in his chair, puffing on his pipe as he read the Sunday Times. He was wearing a grey shirt and dark pants, and was happy. Mama was in the kitchen, where I was helping her with the washing up. I remember she was wearing a black pinafore dress over a long sleeved white blouse, and black heels. I had on a grey pinafore dress that came to my knees, with a white polo neck sweater underneath, long black socks and flat black shoes.

My little sister Amy was in her room, playing with her dolls. She also had on a white jumper and grey pinafore dress, but while mine had a V-shape at the front, hers had a round collar. She also had on white socks and black Mary jane shoes, her blond hair in pigtails.

I heard the knock on the front door, and Papa say “who can that be” as he walked out of the front room, while I took a plate from Mama and put it in the cupboard. Then there was shouting, and Mama screaming – and I saw a man in a blue boiler suit, wearing something over his head that meant I could only see his eyes and mouth, as he came in with s type of gun in his hands, and shouted at us to keep quiet.

I heard Papa shouting at someone, and then a thump as Mama screamed again – and then I heard Amy scream as well before a second man appeared, holding her by the arm as he made her run into the kitchen.

He shouted at us to put our hands on our heads, and keep quiet, while the second man went out, returning to say he’d pulled he curtains over. We were then ordered to walk into the front room, as we saw Papa asleep on the hallway floor, and Mama started crying.

The room was dark, with the long curtains over the window, as we were pushed onto the couch. I put my arms round Amy, who had started crying, and told her not to worry, we’d be all right – and that was when I saw a third man, who had a ball of string in his hand.

We were told to sit still, as one of the other two men made Mama put her hands together as if she was praying, and then the man with the string used it to tie her wrists tightly together. I could see her biting her lower lips as Amy hid her face, and then her arms were pulled down, before he tied her legs together above her knees, which meant her wrists were held there as well, before he then tied her ankles together, and cut the string with a knife.

He then stood in front of me, as the third man went out int the hallway, and told me to put my hands together. I told Amy to do the same thing, with her watching as he tied my wrists together, then my legs with my hands on them, and then my ankles.

Amy was still crying, but I talked quietly to her – I had to, because Mama could not talk. The third man had found one of her headscarves, and it was now rolled into a band and pulled between her lips, keeping her quit as she watched us. I told her she was brave, and we would keep each other company.

That seemed to help her to calm down, as the man finished tying her up, and I was told to open my mouth. I had to brace myself as a wool scarf was pulled between my lips, the threads tickling my tongue as the band pulled my cheeks in.

Amy got off lightly – they found an old triangle she used as a headscarf, t be like Mama, rolled it into a thin band and used it as a gag on her. She looked at me, her lips closed over the white and red band, and nodded as the men started to search the main room.

My question was, where was Papa and what were they doing to him? We had no idea – all we knew was the two men were watching us, after they had gone through all the bookcases and cupboards, throwing everything on the floor.

Eventually, the third man appeared and told them to get out, all three running out as we twisted round on the couch. But the string was too tight, and the knots too small, for us to get free – we just had to wait until somebody found us.

Eventually, Papa came in, with a bruise over one eye, and looked at us before he went to the kitchen. As he came back with a pair of scissors, a policeman arrived, and we were freed…

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1972

It was a hot summer’s day, and Gran had come round to look after the three of us while Mum walked at Safeway. I was ten at the time, Ellie fifteen and Kerry five. Gran had curly brown hair then, and was wearing a red vest top, dark pants and a pair of tan training shoes.

Kerry and I both had on the same outfit – beige bib style crop tops, lighter beige shorts, and white socks. I remember I was wearing white shoes, and Kerry black Mary Janes. As for Ellie, she had on green bellbottom slacks, with white sandals that were open toed, and a green coloured top with a zig-zag pattern. A matching thin scarf was tied over her hair as an Alice band.

It was a typical day – warm, and as we sat at the lunch table Gran asked if we wanted to go to the park that afternoon. Kerry and I both nodded, but Ellie was going to see a boy – and Gran was not going to stop her from that.

She didn’t need to – someone else did…

And that someone came running into the kitchen from the yard – a young man, barely sixteen or seventeen, but he was scared – and he had a knife, which he pointed at all four of us and told us to be quiet, or he would use it!

Gran started to stand up, but he just walked over to Kerry and put his hand on her shoulder, very quietly telling her to sit down and be quiet. I could see she was scared now as she sat down, the man looking at all of us as if he was trying to figure out what to do.

Eventually, he looked at Gran, as Ellie held my hand, and asked her if there was any duct tape in the house. Gran nodded, as she slowly stood up, telling us all to be brave as she went to a cupboard, and took out a large roll of silver tape. I’d seen Dad and Mum use it sometimes to repair things, but I could not see why he wanted Gran to find it.

Until he told her to use it to tape our wrists together behind our backs. I was scared now, but Ellie squeezed my hand, and told me to make it an adventure as Gran walked behind the seat she was sitting in, took my older sister’s hands behind her back, and then there was a ripping sound as she wound the tape round her wrists to hold them together.

She then walked behind me, and told me to put my hands behind my back. Kerry watched as I did this, and I heard the ripping sound again – then something pulling on the skin on my wrists. I realised it was the silver tape, as Gran wound it round both of my wrists, holding them together as I watched Ellie squirm round.

Kerry was starting to cry now, but I told her it was all right, and showed her my wrists. I felt her touch the band of tape, and then she nodded and let Gran tape her wrists together behind her back as well.

We all wriggled round then as the man put the knife down, took the tape from Gran, and taped her wrists together behind her back as well, before he told us all to walk to the bedrooms. So Kerry and I pushed ourselves off the seats, while Ellie stood up, and we walked through the front room and up the stairs to Ellie’s room first.

The man told us to stand against the wall, and Ellie to sit on her bed, before he knelt down and taped her ankles together, as well as her legs below and above her knees. He then wound the tape round her arms and body, before he told her to lie on the bed. We watched her lie down so her head was on the pillow, before he tore three strips of tape off and pressed them over her mouth, her eyes wide open as he told her to stay there, and we were made to walk to the room I shared with Kerry.

When we went in, he told us to sit back to back on the floor, and then taped out bodies together at our waists before he knelt down and started to tape my ankles together. I could feel Kerry’s hand in mine, so I gave it a little squeeze as he taped my legs together, the tape pulling on the bare skin, and then did exactly the same to my little sister.

When he pressed the silver tape over my mouth, I looked at him, and he actually smiled before I heard Kerry grunt as her mouth was taped over as well. He then put on a transistor radio, and took Gran to Mum and Dad’s room – the only one we had not been in, apart from the toilet.

I could see the hallway through the door, and a little while later I saw him runn past and down the stairs. As we both heard the front door close, Kerry started to try and twist herself free, and I tried to free my legs – but the tape was too tight, and it pulled too much on my legs…

A little while later, we heard a thump, and then I saw Gran coming into the room. Her legs were taped like ours, and her arms like Ellie, with strips of tape over her mouth, but she pushed herself in on her bottom and said “Hrruhghrrlshlrht?”

We both nodded as she came and sat with us, until Mum came home…

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1968

I loved going to the market with Mom, and the day I’m thinking off started with us doing that. I was seven at the time, and it was spring, so I was wearing a white crochet crop top, red shorts and white sandals. I remember Mom had on a red-orange sleeveless one piece suit, with peacocks printed on it, and wide pant legs, and a pair of white sandals like mine.

What made it a different day at first was that Gran met us at the market. She was wearing a pale blue jacket, top and leisure pants, and white sandals. I guess we all like white sandals at that time.

Anyway – Gran got the trolley, and we made our way round, me holding Mom’s hand as we picked things up and made our way round. Once we had done our shopping, and it was bagged up, the nice man took the trolley out to the car and loaded it up as I got into the back with Gran, and Mom paid him a tip before she got in the front – and then the man got in the front passenger seat beside her.

He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, as well as dark glasses – but I gasped as I saw the gun in his hand, as he told Mom not to panic, and then turned and smiled as I grabbed Gran’s arm. He called me kid, and told me to keep quiet, he was going to come home with us for a little while.

Well, Gran hugged me, and told me it would be all right as Mom drove off, and we made our way home. When we got there, the man told her to open the garage, and drive right in – which she did, the man jumping out and ordering us to get out, with our hands on our heads, while he closed the door.

We were then marched at gunpoint into the house, our groceries still in the back, while the man closed the kitchen door, and then told to sit down on the long couch. As we did so, he reached into his pocket and took out a roll of white tape, then walked behind us and told us all to put our hands behind our back.

I could see Mom crying as he did something to her, so I told her we’d be all right, Mom nodding as I felt him put my wrists together, and then wind the tape tightly round them so that I could not move my wrists apart. He then did the same to Gran, before he walked round and taped our ankles together as well, Mom and Gran with their feet on the floor while my legs hung over the edge of the seat.

Mom then asked him why he was doing this, but all he did was look out of the window. He seemed to be looking to see if our neighbour, Mrs Johnson, was in, but I know she was a school teacher, and they were at a training thing that day…

An hour later, we heard a car pull up, and we heard Mrs Johnson, her daughter and some of her daughter’s friends talking as they went into the house. The man looked at us, and then covered our lips with the white tape, leaving us there as he went out of the back door…


“You girls go into the front room, I’ll bring some lemonade through.”

“All right Mom,” I called out as the four of us went into the front room. We had been out to Macdonald’s to celebrate my eleventh birthday – I was wearing an orange pinafore dress with a white and orange striped roll neck sweater, white tights and black knee length boots. Dora was wearing a tartan pinafore dress with a peach Pan collared top, grey patterned tights and white go-go boots, Sophie a white cardigan and jumper with brown trim, a brown skirt, white tights and black boots, and finally April in a dark grey dress and light grey jumper, like mine, no tights but black knee lengths boots as well.

We were going to play some records, and have a little party, but that was stopped when I heard mom say out loud “YOU” and then she came back in with a man in a loud shirt and shorts – a man I recognised.

“Hey kiddo – happy birthday” he said as he looked at me. “You’re going to play a game with your mom and friends.”

“What – what sort of game, Dad,” I said as the other three looked at me. I hadn’t seen my dad for five years – since he had been convicted of armed robbery.

“Nancy Drew,” he said as he threw a ball of twine at me, and placed a pair of kitchen scissors on the couch. “You’re all snoops that have been captured, so your friends are going to kneel in front of the couch, and you’re going to tie their wrists behind their backs.”

Dora, Sophie and April looked at me as I was looking at Mom. She was wearing a black jumper, a brown checked skirt, stockings and black kitten heels – but her hands were behind her back, and I realised she must have her wrists tied together as well.

“Girls, do as he says – I think I may end up the same as you,” I said quietly, the others nodding as they knelt down in front of the couch and out their hands behind their backs. I had learned how to tie sticks together at Guides, so I did the same thing to each of them – arranged their wrists so they crossed at ninety degrees, then tied them together with the twine, saying how sorry I was as I wound the twine so they were held together, and then cutting it and tying it to the binding.

Dora was starting to cry, but Sophie and April told her it would be all right as I took care of all three of them, and then my Dad told me to tie their ankles as well. I wish I had been able to tell him what to do, but I was too scared of what he might do to Mom and me – I had heard what he did to the family he and his friends robbed.

When I had tied all three of them, Dad took the ball of twine from me, and tied my wrists together behind my back, then made me sit down next to the other three as he helped them to sit on their bottoms. He then took a roll of white tape, tore off a strip, and stuck it firmly over all our mouths to keep us quiet.

Mom asked him how he knew we were here, and he said he had had a nice trip with the neighbours. I wondered what he had done with them, but he put the television on, and put on a new program – Sesame Street – before he took Mom by the arm and made her go up to the bedroom.

Dora, Sophie and April looked at me, but I just mumbled “hmmsshhshrree” as I wriggled round, trying to find the knot and failing as the cartoons started. A little while later, Dad came down and left the house, without even looking at us – and I wondered where Mom was…

That was answered a little while later, as we all heard a thump on the stairs, and then Mom jumped in. She had twine round her ankles, and white tape over her mouth, but she nodded as she jumped over to the coffee table, knelt down and picked up in her bound hands the scissors I had used to cut the twine.

She motioned with her head for me to turn round, the other three watching as she looked over her shoulder, and started to cut my wrists free. It took a little while, but she eventually managed to do so, watching as I rubbed my wrists and then cut hers free, before I cut my ankles and took the tape off my mouth.

I cut Mom’s ankles free, and she removed the tape from her mouth, hugging me and telling all of us we had been very brave. She asked me to cut the other three free, as she ran next door.


“Hmmghddd – msssJhhnsn”

I looked over as Mrs Johnson came in, looking at us and saying “oh my god” as she ran over and took the tapes off our mouths. She then released Mom, saying the man had been her husband, who had escaped from prison – and he had tied up her, her daughter and her daughter’s friends, before taking money and jewellery from her!

Mom asked if I was all right, and I nodded as Mrs Johnson freed us, and then Gran, and told us to come in – she was going to call the police, and we could tell the other part of the story to them…

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1978

The newspaper at the time called it the Sunday Social Raid – I just remember it as one of the most terrifying days of my life…

I had just started high school, along with three of my friends from our church. It was getting close to Halloween, and we had agreed to come to the minister’s house to plan the preparations for our annual party. So when I arrived at the front door, it was his daughter Linda who let me in. She had long dark hair, and was wearing a pale blue dress with a low neckline, and no sleeves, and long brown leather cowboy boots. I was wearing a brown velvet jacket and skirt, with a red jumper underneath, and long brown boots.

Linda smiled as she let me come in, and we made our way through to the dining room. As we passed the front room, I saw her mom and dad sitting reading a book each. It was a quiet, peaceful afternoon, nothing out of the ordinary. That didn’t last long…

We went to the dining room and sat down, starting to discuss things, but after about fifteen minutes there was a knock on the door. I assumed it was Helen or Natalie, as Linda went to the door again – and then I heard the scream. I stood up and walked to the door, but before I could a man appeared in the doorway, wearing a boiler suit and a black balaclava, so that I could only see his eyes and lips. He also had gloves on – and a shotgun that looked as if it had the barrel cut off, which he pointed at me as he told me to shut up and come with him.

I was frogmarched into the front room, to see Linda and her parents kneeling on the floor, their hands behind their heads. Four more men were there, one of them looking at me as he told the man behind me to “tie the little bitch up.” At that, he pulled my hands behind my back, and I could feel the rough rope on my wrists as they were lashed tightly together.

Two more of the men were doing the same to Linda and her parents, before the man how had spoken first said that “the kids go into the dining room – make sure they stay there while we talk turkey with the reverend and his wife.” Linda was forced to her feet as three of the men took us back into the dining room, and made us sit in the chairs again – but this time, they used long lengths of rope to tie us both to the chair backs.

I could feel my wrists pressed against my back, but it looked worse for Linda, as the ropes pressed into her bare arms and she kept asking about her parents. Their response to that was worse – one of them pulled a dirty rag from his pocket and pushed it into Linda’s mouth, and then used a thin strip of cloth to make sure it stayed there, pulling it between her lips and tying it round her head.

Not that I avoided that – soon I was gagged in the same way, the two of us looking at each other as they started to bind our ankles together.

Which was when there was a knock on the front door, a muffled yelp – and one of the men appeared with Helen. Our friend had short brown hair, and was wearing a peach coloured jumper, a knee length checked skirt, and burgundy red Frye boots.

She stared at us over the hand that covered her mouth, before she was told to “keep his big mouth shut” and was pulled over to one of the free chairs. Linda and I could only watch as her wrists were tied behind her back, and then ropes used to lash her to the chair back. As they stretched her top over her chest, I was aware that my own jacket had been pulled back, and also how Linda’s dress was stretched as well…

A few minutes later all three of us were tied to the chairs, our ankles tied together and then pulled under the chair, and our legs at our knees – and we all had a cloth in our mouths and a thin strip tied round our heads. We could only look at each other, as we heard Linda’s Mom and Dad talking, and then her mom crying before that was muffled as well.

There was one other thought in my mind – what if Natalie came in? Sadly, that happened – the knock on the door, the muffled cry, and then our friend was frogmarched in as well, her hands behind her back and the edges of the cloth sticking out from under the band between her teeth.

Natalie was wearing a long sleeved dr4ss in shades of grey, and long black leather boots – which squeaked as she was sat in a chair, one of the masked men binding her ankles and legs as the other tied her to the chair back in the same way as us. We could only look at each other as the ropes were tied off, and we heard Linda’s dad moaning.

The men stood and watched us – and then suddenly just left, as the four of us looked at each other, our wrists trapped behind our backs, the gag getting wetter and heavier in my mouth, and judging by the growing grey patches in the mouths of the other three, the same happening to them. All we could do was wonder how much longer…

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1972

Mummy was a television hostess – she did some of the game shows with the likes of Hughie Green and Michael Miles, and she was more than just the dumb blonde that Anne Aston used to play. She met Daddy when she was a model and working in the States, but he left soon after I was born, and now we lived together in Nottingham.

I thought she was a wonderful mother, and a wonderful dresser – and I liked to dress like her. The day we were robbed, we had been out at a family event – Mummy was wearing a cream flecked dress with an open collar, a floral scarf tied round her neck, light orange tights and orange over the knee leather boots with a strap at the top, as well as a big hat in the same colour. I had a pinafore dress made of the same material as Mummy, but with an orange pocket, over an orange wool sweater, orange tights and brown shoes with a silver buckle. I was ten at the time, my blonde hair held in two bunches with clips, Mummy’s long hair under her hat.

We travelled there and back in a big car, and when we got home Mummy asked if I wanted a drink. I nodded as we walked into our home, into the front room – and saw a strange man standing there, wearing a black jacket over a roll neck sweater, dark trousers, black shoes and leather gloves. I asked Mummy who he was – and then as he looked at us, he raised up a gun and told us both to be quiet.

That was when I realised we were been robbed – and I gripped Mummy’s arm, but he said he knew the gun was scary, so if we both promised to be quiet and not call for help, he would put it away. I looked at Mummy and nodded, as she said we’d both do that.

He put the gun away in his jacket pocket, and said it was unfortunate we had come back – now he needed to make sure we could not stop him. I wondered what he meant by that, as Mummy said we would not do that – but he said he had to be sure, and told Mummy we should go to her bedroom.

As he picked up a black bag, Mummy told me we were going to have a bit of an adventure, as we walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He looked round, and nodded as he told us to sit on Mummy’s bed, and put our hands on our laps, crossing our wrists as he did so.

I sat next to Mummy, as the man put the bag on the bed next to me, opened it and took out two lengths of thin rope. He gave me one to hold, and winked at me as he crossed Mummy’s wrists, and started to tie them together with the second length. It felt soft, but I could see what he was doing, and I was a little afraid of what he would do to me next.

Mummy could see that, but she said we would be all right, and it did not hurt. I could see he had tied it round and between her arms, and then he told me to cross my wrists as he took the rope from me.

Mummy was right – it was tight, but it did not hurt, as he wound it around and between my arms. When he had finished, I wriggled my fingers, and looked at Mummy as he took a longer length of rope, and knelt behind me on the bed. We both laughed as I felt him wrap the rope around me, pushing my arms into my sides as he did so, and then tying the rope off behind me so that I could see two bands.

He did the same to Mummy, as she smiled at me, and then removed her hat as he told us to lie on our backs, side by side, with our heads on the pillows. As I did that, Mummy kissed my forehead, and told me I was very brave as he started to tie Mummy’s ankles together.

He did the same thing as he did to our wrists – wrapped the rope around them, and then between her legs, before tying the ends off, and then he tied her legs together below her knees. When he had finished, she wriggled round, her legs sounding like mice as she did so, and then looked at me as I giggled.

He then tied my legs together in the same way, before he tied some rope between my wrists and legs, and did the same to Mummy. The man then took a roll of Elastoplast from the bag, and told me to smile for him. As I did so, he tore a strip off the wide roll, and pressed it down over my mouth – making it impossible for me to open my mouth, so I rubbed my head against Mummy as he did the same thing to her.

We then watched as he searched through the drawers in Mummy’s room, and put some of her nice rings, necklaces and other things into a bag, before he smiled at us and left the room. Mummy looked over and pressed her lips on my head, making me feel really safe as we waited for someone to find us – the cleaner was due later that afternoon…

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1977

It was about a week before school started again, when the men came to our house. As well as Mummy and Daddy, there was me – I was eleven at the time – and my nine year old brother and sister. Joey and Jenny were twins, and I remember the day this happened Joey was wearing a blue polo shirt and shorts, with long white socks and black sandshoes. Jenny had on a light blue sleeveless top and a white pleated skirt, with white tights and red sandals.

As for me, I was wearing an orange striped t-shirt, orange shorts with a webbing belt, long grey socks with stipes on the top, and black sandshoes. We had been sitting at the kitchen table, eating our cereal while Daddy kissed Mummy and went to work at the bank. Mummy was wearing a mustard coloured dress, with long sleeves and a short skirt, and knee length black leather boots that laced up the front.

She had told us we were going to go into town and buy our new school uniforms – an event we all groaned at – but we really did have to go and buy the grey and the black, as Mummy said perhaps we could go to the park after that.

Well, our plans got very quickly changed – as the kitchen door opened suddenly, and three men came in. Jenny screamed when she saw them – they had funny looking guns, and one of them grabbed Mummy as he told us all to shut up. I looked at them, before we were all told to stand up and put our hands behind our backs.

I watched as one of the men took some lengths of brown rope from a bag, and pulled Jenny’s wrists behind her back. She was really crying now, as the man with Mummy told her if the brat didn’t stop crying, he’d shut her up. So Mummy talked to all of us, told us she knew we were scared, and that she wanted to hug us all, but we needed to keep quiet. Jenny nodded as I watched the man tie her wrists together with some of the cord, and then do the same to Joey, before he tied my wrists together behind my back. The cord was rough, but I tried not to cry as they were forced together.

We were then marched into our front room, the man forcing Mummy to close the curtains as I was told to sit on the couch, and Joey and Jenny to sit back to back on the floor. Mummy had her wrists tied together behind her back, and she was told to sit next to me as the other two men knelt down, and tied my brother and sister’s ankles together. I could see the brown cords over their socks and tights, as Joey tried to hold Jenny’s hand to help her out.

One of them then left the room, as the other one knelt in front of me and tied my ankles together. It wasn’t as bad as the cord on my wrists, because I had my socks on, but it was still tight, and I wondered what else they were going to do.

The man then told Mummy she was going to make a phone call, and she was going to say exactly what she was told to say, or else – well, he threatened to hurt all three of us. The third man came back in, and I saw he had some of Mummy and Daddy’s dressing gown belts – he used two of them to tie Joey and Jenny together at their waist, and then he tied one round my arms and tummy, so that I could not move them.

He then did the scariest thing of all – he rolled up a piece of cloth, and stuffed it into my mouth. I could see the edges sticking out, as he told me not to spit that out – and then put one in Joey and Jenny’s mouth as well.

It tasted funny, and I tried to talk to Mummy, but it just came out as mumbled sounds – and the man told me to shut up, and then forced Mummy to stand up and walk out to the hallway. I could see him as he picked up the telephone, dialled a number and held the handset to Mummy’s head. I guessed she was talking to Daddy, as she said she and the family were being held hostage, that there were armed and masked men in the house, and that he was not to call the police. She then said he had to put money from the safe into a bag, and wait for further instructions – and if he did not do as they said, they would…

Well, I hoped Jenny and Joey didn’t hear that last bit, as the man put the handset down, and then pulled Mummy back in, making her sit down before he tied her ankles together with some more of the cord, and then tied her legs together below her knees, above her boots. She looked at me and smiled, before he used another of the dressing gown belts around her arms, and then out some cloth in her mouth as well. I saw her red lips making an O over the edges of the cloth, as we all sat and wondered what was going to happen next.

About an hour later, the phone rang once, and then went silent. I could see the tear stains on Jenny and Joey’s cheek as they looked at Mummy – and then the phone rang three times and went silent.

Mummy looked at the men as one of them stood up and walked out, as the phone rang twice – and this time he answered it. He mumbled something, then put the handset down and pulled the wire from the wall, before he nodded to the two other men. They pulled some strips of white cloth from their pockets, and tied one over the mouth of each of us, keeping the damp cloth in there as it stretched tightly round our heads – and then they walked out, leaving us struggling and trying to get free.

When the police arrived, about an hour later, they told us the men had been part of a gang of bank robbers who had forced Daddy to give them money by holding us hostage. He came home after that and hugged us all, saying he was sorry. It was nice to see him again, but the memory stayed with us until today…

[radarlove67]

Very enjoyable as always, though I sometimes wish the gangs occasionally used chloroform. But that's a personal quibble am sure I still enjoy reading the adventures you describe.

[KP Presents]

Very enjoyable as always, though I sometimes wish the gangs occasionally used chloroform. But that's a personal quibble am sure I still enjoy reading the adventures you describe.

Well, the next one is a Christmas one, but the one after that, you might like...

[radarlove67]

Very enjoyable as always, though I sometimes wish the gangs occasionally used chloroform. But that's a personal quibble am sure I still enjoy reading the adventures you describe.

Well, the next one is a Christmas one, but the one after that, you might like...

Sounds awesome.