Well, you can't trust County.

Would you actually go to space? No, I would. No, okay. No, you know how I am with heights. I can't do that. No, I know, no, no, I know. But I feel like you like new experiences and stuff. So I was like, surely we've talked about that before. Yeah, like trying like Vietnamese on a Friday night, but I don't know. You're like, it's a quick ride from Fah to the moon. What time is it? A 222. I have to say. Would you say anything? I think I said I said, I said, oh. Yeah. You don't say sorry. I said it. Now we're just, we're one consistent mouthpiece. Now we have no new information and now we're just one mouth. You're saying sorry for me cussing. It's that linked brain. Oh my God. Well, it's funny. Whenever we like do a regular episode, I'm like, what are we going to talk about at the top? Did not see space on my bingo car? You can cut all that out, to be honest, because I'm sure we'll get reamed for it. It was just something that was top of mind.

No, I love it. I love it. Oh, my God. It was actually nice to laugh a little bit because I feel like the case I'm doing today, obviously all of them are chilling and eerie in their own right.

But this one, this particular 911 call, like scared the absolute crap out of me the first time I heard it.

And I sort of just, like, knew once I heard it that I needed to like bring this case to you and the creepers.

Okay.

Like, and I'm being dead serious.

I was walking, doing some research, like listening to, you know, podcasts and other, like, YouTube videos about this case. And then I was like, I got to listen to this 911 call. And it, I played it and I was walking around at night. It stopped me dead in my tracks. And it actually, it takes a lot for me to get like genuinely terrified and scared. But something about it just like wrecked me, stuck with me the whole night into the next day. And for once I'm actually, I'm not going to play it in the top line because I feel like you, I feel like you. Oh, okay. I feel like you guys need like a little bit of context before I play it so you can really feel its impact, I guess. Me and the creepers are like, we don't want to hear it anyway. That's fine.

They're like, that's fine. No audio. No audio for this. But just to give a brief peek

into why it affected me so much, it comes from a nine-year-old little girl named Anthonyette

Cayetito, who lived in Gallup, New Mexico, and was basically

stolen from her home in the middle of the night on April 6, 1986. So earlier that night,

Anthonette's mom, Penny, had been out with some girlfriends at a local bar, but had returned

home safe and sound by midnight. And Anthony had actually

had, she had two other little sisters, Wendy and Sanita. And her mom remembered all of them

climbing into bed with her in the middle of the night at around 3 a.m. So that was kind of her

last memory, them all being, you know, safe and sound and in her care. But that would be a much

different story just within a four-hour time window. So at 7 a.m., Penny went to wake up the three

girls for Sunday school, only to find that Anthonette was nowhere to be found in bed. So figuring,

you know, maybe a little girl got up in the middle of the night, went back to her own bed.

She rushed to her room, but there's no anthanet in bed and no anthanet in the house. So she began

running through the neighborhood, yelling for her little girl, but there was no sign of her anywhere.

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