Hi, Crime Junkies. I'm your host, Ashley Flowers. And I'm Brett. And the story I have for you today

peels back the curtain on what, at first glance, looked like a happy family. The pans represented a classic

immigrant success story and they seemed to have everything they could want. A nice house in the suburbs,

substantial savings in the bank, and two loving kids. Everything seemed perfect. Right up until a

shocking home invasion turned that image on its head in the most vicious way possible.

This is the story of Vick Hophan, Hué Hophan, and their daughter, Jennifer.

The night of November 8, 2010 in Markham, Ontario, Canada seems like every other quiet Monday evening.

Markham is maybe not the most exciting place in the world, but it's a good community to raise a family.

And since Toronto is less than an hour away, there's plenty of big city stuff with an easy distance

while still being away from a lot of the big city problems. That is, until a 911 call comes into

dispatch sometime after 10pm. On the other end of the line is a terrified girl living in a nightmare.

And here is that call pulled from JCS Criminal Psychology YouTube.

Where are you, man? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?

Where are you? What? Have you? Have you wrote?

Yes, he's not an institution employee.

Hello? Hello? Yes, my name is Hilaradjabhavinyu Ropey.

This is Hilaradjabhavinyu, my dad is one of the three names.

He's the most big street hydrotherapy breed.

And he's co-ing ten. So, Ropey and I heard chocolate calls.

I don't know what's happening. I'm kind of scared.

Okay, so I know that there was a lot going on in that. What did you hear?

So, it sounds like she's saying someone broke into their house.

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