Annie

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Annie


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This is a call to 911 that took place in 1994.
The operator received a call from a blocked number.
There is only one recording of it, and it is a severely distorted cassette tape
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Operator: 911 what’s your emergency?

Caller: -sounds of static are heard-

O: Hello. Is anyone there?

C: -sounds of a woman sobbing come through the static-

O: Miss, is everything alright? Are you there miss?

C: -a whisper comes through- A….an…..ie……

O: Miss, what’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong.

C: -whispered between gasps- An…Annie……she’s been…..terribly naughty…. She’s been playing with the little ones…

O: Miss can you tell me your name?

C: Annie played with the little ones….she….wrestled….broke them…..blood…


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(At this point the woman is screaming manically and uncontrollably, only pausing to whisper random names or dates)


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C: BLOOD EVERYWHERE…. The fourteenth, yes…. that’ll do…..THEY AREN’T MOVING…….Kristie will be here……I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING….the twins….. Cassel and Alistair….SO DARK……SHE’S RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME….don’t cry, little Cassel, auntie is here for you…

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The call continues for three more minutes and twenty two seconds of the woman screaming about someone by the name of “Annie” and then abruptly ends.

The operator was so scarred that she quit her job soon after.

The call was never traced.

Two months later a photo showed up of three small children mutilated beyond belief, with arms twisted out of sockets and legs broken, blood pouring out of mouths, eyes torn out of sockets, fingers sliced off, and hair ripped out.

The children’s names are Kristina, Cassel, and Alistair Driscoll.

In regards to the “Auntie” speaking to Cassel, the Driscoll children’s parents were both only children. They had no siblings.

There could not have been a biological aunt.

In the second panel of the picture, there is a small, blurry form of a girl with her back to whoever took the picture, but her head turned towards the camera almost fully spun around.

She is drenched in blood, and in the middle of skipping gleefully.

Every record in the country has been checked.

Every town has been asked.

There are no records of this little girl.

She does not exist.