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The links are in the description thank you so much for being here and I really hope you enjoy this episode. This is a story about my favorite puppy, Baby, whom I will always dearly love. Baby was a present from my only brother. There's just something very special about Baby. Anybody who's ever met him will tell you Baby is quite intelligent for a dog and even seems to have a peculiar sense of humor. He's one of those pets whom is only loyal to one person. Me. Of course. Baby tended not to like any of my boyfriends and is very protective. Finally though, I met this guy who I'll refer to as George that was able to make a connection with Baby. Whenever George would come over to visit, he would bring a nice treat. Slowly, over time they finally bonded and we all got along together quite well. But Baby was always my dog first and foremost. George loved the outdoors and to go hiking. At first we would go alone, but eventually I was able to convince him to let Baby come along. Baby absolutely loved the outdoors and would often run ahead of us to explore. I never kept him on a leash he was so well behaved. George liked to play fetch with Baby as we walked through the woods. I should mention that George would always carry a weapon whenever we went for a hike. He had served overseas in the Special Forces and said you could never be careful enough. George taught me how to shoot at a range for what he said was just in case. Eventually we started to do backpacking trips which culminated in a trip to a well known upstate mountain range. This would be a two day trip to reach a beautiful view at the mountaintop. The first Day the trail was quite steep and slow going. We had gotten a slow start and as night began to fall we came across a small shelter on the side of the trail. We decided to make camp there as it seemed just perfect. Sometime, not too long after we finished dinner, there came the sound of another party making their way up the trail. It turned out to be a group of three teenage boys and their dad. Rain was just starting to fall and the father asked us if we could share the shelter with them. They looked like locals, ill equipped for the trip and the were lugging a huge cooler amongst them. George pointed out the shelter was too small to hold everyone. The father replied that they had no intents to turn back or go on. We would just have to make do. At this point, George empathetically said no, they were not welcome. Baby was laying beside me and started to growl again. The father argued stating the shelter was public and and they had just as much a right to it. George just shook his head. Alright, fine. The father finally said with a frown. The rain was coming down steady now. They went over to the other side of the trail and set up a tarp to shelter under. It turns out they had brought a small grill and charcoal to cook their greasy steaks. Baby intently watched their every move. I should mention the boys were quite big like their dad. I could see them staring at us over the firelight as they chewed their meal in the rain. Eventually I had to go, if you know what I mean. George told me to go behind the shelter and be quick about it. I got out of my sleeping bag and put my boots back on. Baby followed beside me. As I made my way around the shelter and squatted. I heard a twig slow snap and looked out into the forest. Even though it was dark, I could make out the shape of one of the teenage boys watching me. Baby immediately let out a loud bark and shot out into the darkness. As I pulled up my pants I could hear the father talking again. He must have come back over to the shelter and was arguing with George. I heard Baby barking as he chased after the teenager. Baby. I called out but he didn't return. There came the sound of a scuffle inside the shelter. I came back around the shelter to see the father was grappling with George. One of the other boys had come across as well and menacingly flashed a knife at me. He had this creepy smile which revealed a few missing teeth. Then there came a stark scream from behind the shelter. Baby must have got a hold of the creep that had been watching Me. The boy holding the knife yelled Tom. And ran off into the woods. The other teenage boy had come across the trail now and was holding a big stick. He dove into the shelter and immediately started hitting George. One of the other boys had come back and started towards me and I sprayed him in the face with bear mace. Immediately he dropped to his knees screaming bloody murder. I heard barking again as Baby crashed through the foliage, leaping into the shelter. I should mention Baby is a Rottweiler and was full grown. His jaws clamped down on that teenager's arm holding the stick. I could literally hear bones snapping as he screamed and Baby twisted back and forth. By now George had gotten on top of the father and drew his weapon. For the love of Jesus, call off your dog. He cried. George got up, watching him. Baby let go. I said. The boy was sobbing like a baby as he cradled his ruined arm. Get out of here now. Said George. Baby growled again, baring his teeth. The other boy had returned, standing silently beside the shelter. Baby started barking again as the four of them ran away, heading back down the mountainside as fast as they could go. We're going to have to leave, george told me. I don't want those rednecks messing with the suv. Quickly, we packed up and started our way along the trail. Time passed quickly as we hiked in the darkness, Baby leading the way. By the time we reached the trailhead, we could hear a vehicle revving as it peeled out of the parking lot lot. George drove us to a motel where we spent the rest of the evening. Baby laid out at the foot of the bed, sleeping like a child. It would be some time before we went hiking again, but we never returned to that particular mountain. In my late 20s, I moved from Germany to a small town in Texas with a population of 17,000. The location was almost a two hour drive to the nearest bigger city. As an avid lifelong animal lover, I got involved with the local Humane Society and animal shelter. There I learned to my horror, that all of the wildlife in need of help was being euthanized because there was nobody who would take on the rescue missions. Fast forward a year and thanks to the gracious support of the Boy and Girl Scouts, I had a fully built rescue with enclosures, cages and necessary facilities to obtain a wildlife rehabilitation permit from the state. After a thorough inspection, I also received help and donations from the local population such as blankets, animal food crates, etc. During one of those visits I met Richard. He was the typical redneck living way out in the country, relying mainly on hunting and growing his food when in town, he would drop off any extra food that he had left for my animals. Over the next few years, he often came around to lend a helping hand, cutting down trees, repairing things and providing supplies. He was a good friend and we would talk for hours about personal issues. Richard was a rough guy and although he bragged and exaggerated, he was always respectful and polite to me. He never hit on me in any way. He was just a good friend whom I knew I could call when I needed him and vice versa. Richard was a single father living with his parents who helped him raise his son rich after the mother ran off chasing a drug habit. I met his son a few times and watched him grow up. When he was a teenager, they often came by after attending a gun show, shouldering rifles and bragging about their weapon collection. I felt very uncomfortable during those visits. You don't see many weapons in Germany and ending up in Texas. That was a huge part of my culture shock. I still haven't gotten used to it after living in this country for more than 30 years. One day Richard came by to drop off some bones for the dogs and we got to talking. At that time we had known each other for about five years. That was when the creep factor came into play. He had consumed some shrooms and was weirdly high. He proceeded to tell me how he liked to go into the city and pick up prostitutes. He got into a horrible rant that appalled me. But he was so into the zone that he just kept on talking. Describing how he had taken two of them home on two different occasions to his trailer on his parents property and put them through terrible things too terrible to repeat. He then described how he took the life of each one, burned the their bodies and scattered the remains for the animals. After he left, I was stunned. After running it by my husband, we decided it was just one of his made up stories. There's no way that he really did that and we convinced ourselves of that. We did confront him about it the next day when he was sober and he laughed it off, confirming that he just made it up after watching a single scary movie while on shrooms. Fast forward another five years. He met a woman and started a relationship. I met her, Tammy a few times and took to her immediately. She was warm, outgoing, sweet and caring. They got married and we lost touch for another year. I assumed they were in their honeymoon phase and were just content with each other. Then one day he messaged me telling me that Tammy was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. My heart broke for them, so I messaged her asking how she was doing. I was not prepared for what she told me next. Shortly after they got married, Richard showed his true colors. He began hurting her, controlling her and eventually kept her confined to the trailer against her will. She didn't dare call for help and try to flee because he promised to end her if she did. She didn't doubt it for a second. To top it all off, she said that Richard refused to pay for her chemo and literally forbade her to go through with it. She said she had decided to do it anyway and was going to go to the clinic the next day. Day I promised her I would talk to Richard at the time and see what the problem was. The following morning Richard messaged me stating that he had just found his wife dead in bed. The cancer must have killed her, he said. There was no autopsy. She was cremated within 48 hours and that was that. I don't think I have to describe what was going through my mind right. I didn't want to believe that he had a hand in his wife's death, but the red flags were undeniable. Yet I didn't see that there was anything I could have done. Call him on it and risk having him turn on me. Talk to the police about it after she had been cremated, contact her parents and tell them what I suspected. I didn't believe any of it would have made a difference and maybe would have made it worse. So I did nothing. All I knew was that I did not want to be around him anymore. Thankfully, he never tried to contact me after that and I certainly didn't reach out to him either. Fast forward to December 2021. A mutual friend messaged me with a link to a news article Arith County Sheriff's Office investigate death of father and son Son A man in his 50s, reportedly upset that his father had cut him out of his will, shot and killed his own Son on Dec. 14, then turned the weapon on himself. Aerith County Sheriff Matt Coates said deputies were called to the scene at about 10:30pm after the victim's grandfather discovered the bodies inside his home in patio. Richard Calandrini Jr. Had apparently been placed playing video games when his father walked into the room and shot him. Coates would not give an official statement about the murder suicide, saying the case is still under investigation. He said the killing had to do with money and the grandfather's will. Autopsies on both men are pending. My jaw dropped to my knees. It felt like I was in a movie. I needed to find out more, more to be able to Process this. So I contacted Richard's ex wife. She didn't even know it yet. We talked for hours about his abuse, his grandiose, narcissistic personality, his murder stories, how he had almost killed her, and how she got out in the last minute. My entire world fell apart. How could I have been friends with such a person for over 20 years and not caught onto shook my ability to trust my fellow human being to the core. We decided that she was going to contact the sheriff and let him know about the prostitutes that he allegedly murdered and our suspicion about Tammy's passing. Richard had told her about three murders, one more than he told me. Unfortunately, the sheriff shrugged it all off. There was no missing persons reports that would fit those alleged crimes during that time. There's nothing that can be done or proven regarding his wife's death. And there's definitely not enough public interest to pursue any of this further. And that was the end of it all. And I am left with the big question of whether my friend of over 20 years was a serial killer. You're tuned into Auto Intelligence live from autotrader where data, tools and your preferences sync to make your car shopping smooth. They're searching inventory. Oh yeah, they find what you need they gonna find it.
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Allowing my son to see the flight deck will stick with us forever. That's how good Leads the Way. This story took place during my sophomore year of high school. To preface, I'm 20 years old old now, so this was about four or so years ago in late 2019. Homecoming season was rolling around and sophomore year of high school was when us kids really started turning to teens and throwing real parties. The big thought on just about everyone's mind was who was going to take one for the team and have the homecoming afterparty. As the night of the dance was quickly approaching and there had still still been no word about who was having a party, my friends and I figured we would all just hang out after with our dates at one of our houses and get drunk and whatnot until the Friday at school, the day of homecoming. I got invited to the party by one of my classmates who said his parents were going out of town for the weekend last minute and that he had the whole house to himself until Sunday. I was excited and asked him if my friends who all called, called Jack and Chris for the sake of the story could also come. He said yes, and I remember immediately spamming the group chat with the thrilling news that we had an actual plan for an after homecoming that seemed to be what the majority of our grade was also doing. The night came and the dance was fun. I don't remember most of it because as soon as we got there, the three of us, along with our dates, had snuck away from the multipurpose room where the dance was being held into one of the nearby classrooms and got drunk from the shooters that we snuck in using the inside pockets of our jackets. We left as soon as we were allowed to, catching a ride from one of our parents. I can't remember who. The ride to this kid's house was a pretty far distance away from the high school. I had never been to this kid's house before and it was located in the city section of the area that we lived that I never frequently visited as our school district was a huge regional one that covered a very large area. The house was nice, but it sat on a main road in a very sketchy area, so just keep that in mind. The party was great. I won't bore you with the details of it, but I had a good time up until a group of us were getting ready to walk walk to a nearby park to smoke. Now this was way before I had habitually started smoking, so I had a very low tolerance. We walked about Two minutes to this nearby elementary school that had a playground. The playground was extremely dark and I remember just feeling on edge, even though I didn't really have a reason to. I could just sense that walking to this dark school late at night in an unfamiliar area was just not the smartest idea. There was probably about five or six of us there. I wasn't really that close with many of the people besides Jack. Chris had gone off with his date somewhere and we hadn't seen them for a bit. Now the group of us smoking were sitting in one of those big slide climbing structures, the ones that kids can like run around in and see slide down different slides. I don't know if that makes sense, but the point I'm trying to make is that from where we were sitting, we were out of view from anyone in the parking lot and we had big structural walls surrounding us from both sides. As we were smoking, a car pulled up in the parking lot. Weird, but not immediately. A red flag. As time prolonged and we were passing the smoke around the circle left and right, I began to really get messed up. I completely forgot that the car was even there until another car had pulled up. Now I was starting to get a bit more sketched out, but I was still too messed up to walk back to the house and was not sure if making our presence known was safe. So I remained where I was. I remember whispering to Jack, making a comment about it being peculiar as to why two cars were hanging out in an elementary school parking lot at about 2am on a Friday night. He made a comment back to me how whatever it was was going on. It was probably not good. We chuckled, but in the back of my crossed mind I knew it was probably best if we left. The second car had probably been there for about three, five minutes or so and Jack and I figured it was probably time that we started to head back to the house to find Chris and figure out whose house we were going to sleep at. We began to say our goodbyes to the others when all of a sudden we all went silent. When we began to hear an argument going on in the direction of the two cars. We couldn't really hear the dialogue as the doors to both cars were closed, so it was muffled arguing. Then I heard a sound that I hadn't before. A gunshot. And then another one. And then silence. I didn't know what to do. None of us did. We all just sat still on that playground, looking at each other in awe. About 30 seconds later, one of the car's backside passenger doors opened And a person could be seen sprinting to the other car, getting in and speeding away so fast out of that parking lot. The screeching of those tires probably could have been heard a mile away. I know it wasn't the morally right situation, but we ran. All of us did. We ran back to the party, which at that point had gotten a significant amount more empty as we didn't realize how much time had gone by and how late into the night it was. We found Chris, his date, and the rest of ours, and we got one of our date's older brothers to give us all a ride back to Chris's house. The sound of those shots played in my head all night. The event obviously made the news and it turned out to be a drug deal gone wrong. Apparently a guy owed way too much money to his dealer and the dealer just had had enough. It's sad, but what's even sadder is that type of stuff was like night and day in my area as we lived just outside a major city which did have a lot of crime. I do feel guilty for running, but in the end, it's not like there was anything we could have done. For all I know, if the guy with the weapon had been aware had six witnesses to his murder, he probably would have shot all of us too. As time goes on, I think about this story less. But I want the biggest piece of advice to be taken from this story, which is said in about a million other scary stories online. Stay aware of your surroundings. If you have a feeling of uneasiness, even with how impaired I was that that night, that feeling is your gut. That feeling is your gut instinct signaling danger. And do not hesitate to listen to it. Hello friends. Guess who? That's right, it is I, the replacer. 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My dad normally went out to the bar himself for a few hours a night to catch the game and hang out with his friends, and this night was no different. We spent a few hours watching TV with the younger girls after dinner and finally sent them up to bed around 10 o'. Clock. Kaitlin and I were enjoying having the living room to ourselves and listening to the Eminem CD that she had become pretty obsessed with over the last few weeks. Around 10:30 we were heating up up something to eat when we heard a knock at the front door. For some context, my sister lived a few miles outside of a really small rural town, a good 30 minutes from the city. Her house was located on the side of an old low traffic highway where the homes had large spaces and small patches of woods in between, still close enough together that you could see your neighbors but probably wouldn't cross path paths with them the way you might in a regular suburban neighborhood. The road was dark with no street lights, so any light outside came exclusively from porch lights and nearby windows. This time of night, Kaitlin looked at me, clearly surprised to hear the door at all, let alone this late at night. They didn't really know anyone nearby, and everyone that lived there always used the back door door that led into the driveway instead of the front that opened directly into the yard. The knock came again, a little harder and more insistent. What if it was the cops or something? I was the oldest, so I straightened up a little, saying, I'll get it in the most confident voice I could manage. Kaitlin followed me to the door, trailing a little behind. I hesitated, hesitated for a moment before turning the deadbolt, then cautiously turned the handle to open the big wooden door wide enough to peer through the gap and through the screen door on the other side. Hey, I'm trying to get a hold of my friend to come pick me up, but my phone died. It's really hot out here. Could I maybe trouble you for some water or something? Asked the boy standing on my sister's porch. He was about 18 or 19 from the look of him. He had a tall but slender build and shaggy light blonde hair that hung into light blue eyes a little as he talked. He was wearing a black T shirt and jeans and had clearly been sweating a bit from the July heat that still hung heavy long after the sun had gone down. I paused, glancing behind me at Kaitlin. She nodded and headed back to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine water for the guy while I stayed at the door. My anxiety about this guy was slowly fading, but enough held out that I decided to stay in my current position instead of opening the door anymore. So where are you coming from? I asked, making small talk as I listened to the sounds of Caitlyn running the tap in the next room. The boy jabbed a thumb behind him down the highway leading, leading to a town as he explained that way. My friend is supposed to pick me up, but I decided to just start walking that direction until he comes along. I nodded, feeling Kaitlin's presence come back behind me as she approached with a glass of water for the stranger. She flipped the latch on the screen door and held the water out, this time leaving the screen door unlatched as it slowly creaked closed behind her retreating hand. The boy took the glass and gulped the water down quickly wiping his mouth off on his arm. As he took the cup down from his mouth, I noticed his face was covered in acne scars. Do you think I could use your phone? He asked next, offering a sheepish smile. Sure, kaitlin piped up before I could answer. I'll go get it. Can I just come in? The boy asked. Something nagged at me as I watched him shuffle a few inches closer to the screen door and start to pull it back. Instinctively, I slid my right foot up next to the bottom edge of the front door where I was still holding it partially closed. I leaned back to allow the door to obscure my face from the boys as I looked at Kaitlin, shaking my head as I whispered, I don't think we should let him in. She gave me an annoyed look, as though not understanding why I took issue with allowing a teenage boy inside. It was exciting and new, and I was clearly ruining the only interesting thing to happen to us so far. I raised my eyebrows in a silent plea and she turned back to the door to address the boy. We can't let you in, sorry, she said, genuinely meaning it. Why not? Are your parents home or something? The boy asked. He didn't sound like the thought made him nervous, and the itchy feeling that had begun to creep through my body grew more persistent. Yeah, my dad is downstairs, I said a little too quickly. I saw a spark hit his eyes as soon as the words left my mouth. He recognized the anxiety in my voice, and I watched the shift in his expression as he saw through my lie. I'll be quick, he insisted. I really need to get a hold of my friend to find out where he is. He should have been here by now, he went on, giving the highway a cursory glance as though he was looking out for his friend's car. I saw him linger on the empty driveway as his eyes came back around to us. But what if he misses you while you're inside? I asked, trying to keep my tone cheerful and conversational. I wedged my foot a little harder into the door as I spoke. Seriously, my dad will kill us if we let you in. A slow smile began to spread across his scarred face. The boy took a slow step forward, silently closing the gap between the screen door and the crack that I had left open. We were now only a few inches apart, the threshold of the door the only thing left between us. I slid my free arm behind the door, gripping the opposite side of the doorframe to brace myself against it. I cursed myself for not sliding the chain lock across the door before opening it. If I did it now, it might upset at him, I thought. He stared me down for a second, the smile never leaving his face. He turned to Kaitlin, softening his tone as he said, please, I'll be super quick. The sound of a door opening behind Kaitlin and I made us both jump. My dad came through the back door with a puff of his last bit of cigarette smoke trailing in behind him. What are you girls doing? He asked gruffly. I snapped my head back to the boy at the door with wide eyes. It's my dad, I whispered. Hang on a second. I took advantage of his surprise to quickly shut the door in his face. Dad, there's a guy at the door. He wants to come in and use the phone, I told him He's a teenager, Grandpa. Like our age. I think I know him from school, kaitlin added. My dad's expression darkened as he walked to the door and opened it halfway to confront the boy. What seems to be the problem? My dad asked the stranger. I saw the boy shift uncomfortably as he told my dad the situation about his friend picking him up. Well, you better get out there so he doesn't miss you, my dad replied. They were just getting giving me water, man. Relax, the boy challenged. It's hot out here, you know. I'm gonna give you five seconds to get off my porch before I call the cops. My dad growled, a sudden anger apparent in his voice as he snatched the water glass back from the boy at the door. Kaitlin and I looked at each other, confused. He sounded really mad. All of a sudden we both began to get nervous, thinking we'd be in trouble for opening the door. I watched through a gap between my dad's body and the door frame as the boy composed himself, gave him a menacing smile and slowly backed off the porch, disappearing as he walked back out into the dark yard toward the road. Without another word, my dad slammed the door shut and chain locked it, whirling around to face us. What is the matter with you two? Why would you open the door to a stranger like that when no one's home? How stupid can you be? He yelled angrily. Grandpa, what's the big deal? I told you, I know him from school. Why would you yell at him like that? Kaitlin whined. My dad sighed and sat down at the table. He looked back and forth between us as he gathered himself, calming his voice back down to a normal level while he shakily explained. Girls, he began, I'd be willing to bet you money that there was never any friend coming to get that guy. There's a place a ways down the road where bad people go. It's like a mental health place, but for criminals. He was probably from there. Why would you assume that? Kaitlin asked, clearly upset at the the insinuation. I told you, I know him from school. Maybe you do, my dad replied. But there was something off about that kid. He softened his voice as he went on. Didn't you notice he wasn't wearing any shoes? He had hospital socks on. There is a small town not far from me that has a nice little downtown area with a few blocks of shops and restaurants. I love coming to this area on my own since it has some different kinds of boutiques and restaurants where I would shop, grab some lunch Or a drink by myself and just enjoy my own company. The area does not seem sketchy to me, but I always hear my Italian grandma's voice voice in the back of my head saying, you be careful walking alone. She brings this up almost every time I see her and I don't dismiss it, but I am cautious when I go places, especially when I'm alone. Once I found out there was a little hole in the wall hair salon on Main Street. I made it a point to go there as my go to hair place. The salon was trendy with an antique vibe. It was a narrow old looking hallway with a section to the left of four five hair stations and then further down was the register counter near a back door to a parking lot area. My appointment was one of their last times available and the girls that worked in the salon seemed very new and took their time with every process. I don't mind them being careful with what they were doing, but they seem to always have to walk away for a period of time from the chair to go get something from the storage room which was down some stairs. And that was a big meeting place to talk together. While I was sitting in the salon I could hear a little commotion going on outside along the street. Like there was someone making a case to ask for money from people walking by. There was something unsettling about this since every now and then I would hear hear a loud yip or bark noise that seemed to be getting closer to the open door of the salon to the main street. I kept staring at the doorway and the window of the salon as I waited for my girl to come back. The people that walked by seemed to have such puzzled horrified looks on their faces and almost broke their necks to turn back around to stare at something behind them again which was out of sight sight. I would hear the odd yip noise every now and then, but it seemed like it tapered off as the main street started to clear out. I brought it to the stylist's attention. When they returned by asking what did they think was going on out there, they seemed to brush it off with an uneasy giggle. Oh, it's fine. Probably just Frito With a giggle and a glance at her other co workers. I usually would not feel anxious, but it was visibly getting darker out and the main street was starting to clear out. I had a walk back to my car a while later. I was feeling good, about ready to leave the salon. I tipped my stylist and she told me she would meet me at the back register to pay for my service. I got up, walked down a short hallway and quickly made a turn to run to the bathroom before I had to pay pay my bill and go home. As I came out of the nook from the restrooms, I turned to my left to call out to my stylist that I was ready to check out, but when I walked out into the hallway I was met with someone dressed in raggedy brown and black clothes standing in the hallway where I had to leave through. The person stopped in their tracks. The person had a pungent urine smell and not only were they raggedy, but they were wearing something over their head that looked like a mask or a headpiece. The person standing in the hall was wearing a full on botched taxidermied head and neckpiece of a wolf or coyote with wild glass eyes and a snarling smiling mouth which looked like it was plastered onto some paper mache helmet which which this person was wearing for God knows what reason. We both stopped in our tracks when we saw each other, but the man in the wolf head started to slowly inch towards me and the back door. I have no idea what this man's intentions were, but my heart sank when I saw him walk closer to me and the door. My instincts kicked in and I just ran for the back door. Ran through the parking lot as fast as I could until I found a restaurant that was open. I felt like I was in a dream or a video game. Everything was in slow motion. I thought any second that the man would jump out and grab me, but I just ran. Panic attacks are real. I felt like I could faint for about 15 to 20 minutes after reaching the restaurant. I requested an Uber back to my my parked car and I noticed the hair salon didn't even call me to ask where I was to pay my bill. I called and left a message saying I would mail them a check. Just an answering machine picked up. I try not to let this experience deter me from coming back to this little town on my own. My Italian grandma's voice is louder in my head and it did take me a few months to come back, but I will never be around alone in this town again. 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In America every 40 seconds a child goes missing or has been abducted. The FBI's National Crime Information center, the NCIC reports that around 400,000 children go missing each year and on the International center for Unidentified and Missing Persons Donate network, you can scroll through their Missing People index. Millions of people have never been found and millions more bodies remain unidentified. There is one missing girl that people are still searching for today. Her case is still unsolved and but for a few strange coincidences, she is likely to have been forgotten along with so many others. However, with this case case, it seems that the young girl might have been trying to escape and could even have been freed if her plead had been recognized for what they were this is the story of Anthonette Caedito and what happened to her. Anthonette Christine Cadito was born Christmas Day in 1976 to Penny Cadito and Anthony Montoya in Gallup, New Mexico. Anthonette's parents got divorced when she was still a child and she, along with two sisters, Sinaida and Wendy, went to live with their mother, Penny. Anthonette was described by those who knew her as being very smart, studious, and that she acted older than her age. She was said to have a caring heart and wanted to help others who may need help, including caring for her two younger sisters. Anthonette was a charming child with brown hair and brown eyes and the nickname Squirrel. However, the settled family life she and her sisters enjoyed was suddenly shattered on the evening of April 5, 1986. That night, a babysitter had been hired to look after her girls while their mom went with her friends to a bar. Anthonette's mother returned around midnight and sent the babysitter home. Penny then sent two of the girls to bed, but chose to stay up herself, chatting with her oldest daughter until 3am Then the Caeadito family went to bed for the night. At 7am the following morning, Penny went to wake the girls up to get ready to attend Bible school. But something was wrong. Anthonette was not in her her bed. Penny searched the entire house and could not find Anthonette. Penny started to head outside to see if her daughter was out or at a neighbor's house. She noticed something strange, however, Penny noticed the front door was not locked and the screen door was also unlocked. The door to the Cadito home had a screen door that had to be opened if someone wanted to know. Knock on the front door. Penny was a bit confused because she knew she locked both doors that night, but headed outside to search for her missing girl. The whole neighborhood then joined the search for Anthonette, but she was just gone. This was when Penny called the police to report her missing daughter. Unfortunately, the police said that she hadn't been missing long enough to warrant it. Police report and Penny needed to wait long enough to confirm that she was truly missing. Senaida mentioned that someone knocked on their door and Anthonette had gone to see who it was. That was the last she knew of Anthonette's whereabouts. The police considered the case an abduction and called the FBI to help them search. Anthonette's mom was given two polygraph tests and is reported to have failed the second test taken by the FBI. Statistically, children are often abducted by someone they know and trust. Yet after questioning the whole family, none knew any information that would help find Anthonette. A neighbor told police she saw a brown truck outside their home around 6:30am but it was typical for many people to come out of the Caedidos home, and they didn't think anything of it. With no evidence to go on, and despite the best efforts of law enforcement and the neighbors, the case went cold. That was until one year after she went missing, a call came through to 911. The 911 operator heard a young girl's voice on the phone which said, I am Anthonette Caedito and I'm in Al Albuquerque. The 911 operator asked where she was in Albuquerque, but the voice never got to answer. A man was heard in the background asking, who said you could use the phone? And terrified screaming was heard before the line abruptly disconnected. The 42nd long call was too short for police to trace it, but Penny insisted it was her daughter's voice because she said she could recognize the screams and how she pronounced her last name. However, the girl on the phone said she was in Albuquerque, but she couldn't have been. If she had dialed 911 in Albuquerque, she would have been connected to the 911 operator in Albuquerque, not the operator in Gallup. Was it a hoax or was it a clue? Did Anthonette believe she was in Albuquerque when in reality she had been nearby this whole time? Again, the case went cold until 1991, six years after Anthonette had Gone missing. Then, in Carson City, Nevada, an unkempt couple and a teenage girl stopped to eat at a restaurant. The waitress said that the girl kept pushing her fork off the table table when the waitress was near. And would squeeze the waitress's hand every time she put the fork back. The waitress found a napkin under the girl's plate with Help me and call police written on it. But by the time the napkin was found, the girl was gone. When the waitress was questioned, she noted that the girl resembled Anthonette. Could this be the second time Anthonette had tried to escape her captors? Terrifyingly, they would have held her against her will for years. By this point. And after this last contact, she was never heard from again. However, the clues were mounting. Five years after Anthonets went missing, her sister Wendy said she knew something about the night her sister was taken. Wendy, now 10 years old, told police there was a knock on the door and Anthonets, followed by Wendy, went to the door to see who was there. Wendy said that Anthonette asked, who's there? And that she heard someone outside say Uncle Joe. She saw Anthonette open the door only to be snatched by two men. She told police that Anthonette was carried into a brown van with the girl kicking and screaming. It had been a brown van that the neighbor had seen outside the house on the night of the kidnapping. When asked why, she went back to bed after that and did not tell the police. At the beginning, Wendy told the officers that she was scared and that she would get in trouble if she said anything. Wendy thought that the police or her mom would not believe her because she was a little kid. The girls did have an uncle named Joe who was questioned, but he had an alibi and a witness who was with him the whole night. It was certain that he did not take Anthonette. Anthonette wouldn't have opened the door or answered unless it was someone she knew or thought she knew. The abductors may have known enough about the family to know that there was a real Uncle Joe. Aside from the two strange attempts to make contact, there was nothing to go on. In the years since Anthonette's disappearance, however, there have been many theories as to what happened to her. One such theory is that a member of her own family abducted Anthonette. Her mother and sister said that she would never open the door unless it was someone she trusted. All family members were questioned, but were ruled out by the police and the FBI. It is also possible that Penny knew more about that night than she said the failed polygraph is always mentioned. The police and people familiar with the case strongly believe that Penny knew what happened to her daughter. Penny Cadito died in 1999, however, and whatever she knew was taken with her to the grave. Perhaps Wendy lied when she was 10 years old. Many web sleuths believe that if Wendy saw her sister get kidnapped, she would not have gone back to bed. A five year old child would have said something, not hide it. If Anthonette were carried from the house screaming and fighting her sisters, or at least her mother would have woken up. The police based their investigation on what Wendy said after she came forward. It is also possible that a stranger abducted Anthonette, plucking her out of the night. Joe is a common name and when a child asks who is there, saying uncle would make her open the door. People believe the kidnappers made up a name on the spot, not knowing the girls had an Uncle Joe. The chance that a kidnapper would use a name that Anthonette recognized is unlikely. Finally, there is the theory that Anthonette was taken because someone in the Caeadito family was in the drug trade. It was believed that she was either killed as a threat to the family or she was sold to someone who bought the girl for trafficking. However, there is no proof that anyone in the Caeadito family was involved in the drug trade. Anthonette's story is known by millions thanks to her story being featured in an episode of the show unsolved mysteries in 1992. The FBI has, however, closed her case because she was likely dead. The Gallup Police Department has left the case open and active, but investigators must be left to rue what could have happened if those two strange attempts to contact authorities had been acted upon.
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