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I'm Sruti. I'm Hannah. And welcome to Redhanded. And Happy New Year! Happy New Year! I know. Welcome to 2020.

The made up mystical year of your that no one ever thought would happen, but if I apparently it has.

It is apparently very much happening. Very much is happening.

We're still in 2019. We're from the past.

Don't destroy the illusion. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Suspend your disbelief everyone immediately. I order you.

So to keep us all festive, because we are most definitely in the New Year, we're kind of doing a bit of a New Year's Eve case.

On the 31st of December, 1999 in Del Rio, Texas, a 10-year-old girl, Crystal Seals, was having a sleepover with her new friend, 13-year-old Katie Harris.

Shit, the turn of the millennium, not just any New Year. Oh, god, yeah.

End of a century. End of a millennium, a thousand million years. I don't know, it's a thousand, doesn't it?

Oh, yeah, you're right. I forgot about that. I mean, I did fuck all I was like, what?

I'm pretty sure you went to a party. War my sparkly boob tube.

That I saw in fucking top shop the other day. I was like, how has this come around again? I'm officially old. Like I owned that.

I physically owned that item of clothing.

Oh, yeah, sparkly boob tubes and white pedal pushes. They're all making come back. Get ready.

I don't think even as a child I was ever brave enough for white pedal pushes. That is quite the statement.

I definitely wore white pedal pushes. That's the time that that occurred.

But on this particular turn of the millennia New Year's Eve,

Crystal and Katie were having a sleepover. Suddenly that night Crystal heard a scream.

She woke up and as she lay in the top bunk of the bed that she and Katie were sharing,

Crystal realized in horror that there was a man standing in the room.

He was stood at the end of the bed and in his hand he had a knife.

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