I see them through their dinning room window. A mother serving green beans to her daughter. A father whipping up his sons spilled drink.
The light is soft, dancing off the dishes. Their laughter floats out into the night. I watch them from the bushes that line their back yard.
The mother puts the children to bed. One by one the lights shut off and the house goes dark. I wait another hour before approaching a basement window.
I put thick layers of duck tape over the window to muffle the sound.
With a hammer I tap the glass out of its frame and climb through. I knew right where I am going. Up the stairs and to the right I find the boy. He is about 7 years old.I place my hand over his mouth and pull him slowly from his bed.
He hardly stirs before cuddling into my arms.
I take him to the basement and tie him to a support beam taping his mouth and eyes shut. Once I am sure I have him secure I go to the girls room and pull her from her bed. I slap her face until she is up and alert. With my gun to her head I march her to her parents room and snap the lights on.
The father jumps from his bed but notices my gun. I lead all three to the basement telling them This is a robbery and their is no reason for anyone to get hurt.
They comply. The mother ties up the father taping his mouth and eyes. I tell her she may give him a kiss.
I place two sleeping pills on the ironing board and tell her to take them. She does. Its a double does so it works quickly. I tie the girl up then drag the mother over to her own support beam.
I now have complete control over the setting. The father is first. I cut the tape from his eyes. He watches as I lay out my tools. From my bag I pull out knives, pliers, a nail gun, a stapler, and. 4 feet of parachute rope cut in two parts. … I tell more tomarrow.

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