Mother And 4 Children Slaughtered One By One
Well, today at a Teriy County Tallery County judge upheld the decision to send a convicted child killer to death row. 26-year-old Christopher Chur was sentenced to death this afternoon, months after a jury found him guilty of murdering, raping, and torturing 3-year-old Sophia Acasta. May 6th, 2011.
A sunny Saturday at Mooney Grove Park in Weisalia. 3-year-old Sophia is glowing with happiness. She is surrounded by her family. The little princess in her favorite outfit is smiling, not knowing that these are some of the last happy moments in her short life. May 7th, 2:43 p.m. The emergency services dispatcher heard a scream that made her blood freeze in her veins.
My daughter isn’t breathing. She’s only 3 years old. Help us. When paramedics burst into apartment number nine in Exit, they found the same girl who was laughing in the park yesterday, but now she was lying on the floor, wet, naked, barely alive. At the hospital, doctors saw what would remain in their memory forever.
Sophia had blood flowing from her eyes, mouth, and genitals. Dr. Philip Hayden, who had seen much in 25 years of working with abuse victims, would be shocked. This is the only case in my practice where a child on life support was bleeding from the anus. For 4 days, Sophia fought for her life connected to life support machines while her family prayed for a miracle that never came.
And the monster cloaked in sheep’s clothing was already preparing his lies. Did you kill Sophia? No. Did you beat her? I never would never laid hands on Sophia to harm her. Did you molest Sophia? No, I would never ever touch Sophia. I loved her more than anything. 5 years later, when the case went to trial, the graphic details of what little Sophia endured were so horrifying that her greatgrandfather Sam Coronado made a painful decision.
He would come alone to every hearing more than 100 court days to shield the rest of the family from these unbearable details. This case is not going to be easy for anybody to look at, but we have to discuss that. Today, we will tell the whole truth about Sophia Acasta. Prepare for a story that will forever change your understanding of how fragile a child’s life can be.
What turned a happy family day into a medical nightmare? What happened to the girl in those fateful 18 hours? Why was one person potentially facing the death penalty while the other remained invisible? Friends, before we dive into this painful but vitally important story, I must ask for your help. Every like, every subscription, every repost of this video, this is a chance for another child to stay alive.
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It’s a lesson that can help us save a child. On February 5th, 2008, in the small California town of Exiter, Sophia Maria Costa was born. Her parents, 20-year-old Erica Smith and Obie A. Costa, were a young couple full of hopes. Obie worked as a longhaul trucker, Erica stayed home with the baby.
An ordinary family with ordinary problems. Sophia was a special child, calm and gentle. She immediately filled the house with joy. Obie would be away for long stretches on his routes and returning each time he was amazed at how much his little girl had grown. In August 2009, when Sophia was a year and a half old, her sister Alexa was born.
Sophia immediately took on the role of big sister, sharing toys, running to comfort the crying baby faster than mom. Their special bond was visible to everyone. a sunny child. That’s what the extended family who helped the young mother with the baby said about Sophia. Not because she possessed any particular talents.
She was special for her ability to make people happy just by being around. But the birth of the second child became a test for the young family. By the beginning of 2010, the parents had separated. Obie moved to Livingston, 40 mi from Exit. After the divorce, Erica received full custody of the girls. Initially, Obie was supposed to see his daughters on weekends, but a trucker’s routes didn’t follow visitation schedules.
Visits became fewer and fewer. His grandfather, Sam Coronado, supported Erica financially in his grandson’s absence. Erica completely immersed herself in work and raising her daughters. She tried to give them the very best. The girls spent a lot of time on the lawn near the apartment, and on weekends, Mom would take them to the park where they enjoyed walks.
Sophia’s bright personality blossomed. She loved coloring, dressing up, playing princess. Little Alexa was the constant companion of her games. The girls looked at the world with wide open, curious eyes, not suspecting the changes that lay ahead. Until September 2010, Sophia’s life, though not perfect, had been relatively peaceful.
Every day, she would visit her great grandmother, Ruth, who adored the little girl. I remember her sleeping in my bed with me and holding my hand, said, “Nana, I love you, Nana.” She never wanted to go home, recalls Ruth Williams. She always wanted to stay with me until he showed up. She was at my house every single day. He, Christopher Cheeri, a 19-year-old man, moved in with Erica and the girls in September 2010 into their apartment unit number nine at the Exit Apartments complex.
Erica was only 23 and had her own struggles with drugs, but she claimed she wanted to help Christopher kick his heroin addiction. How naive that sounds in hindsight. A young mother of two small children was going to save a drug addict with a criminal past. With Christopher’s arrival, Sophia’s life changed drastically. The light and joy that had always surrounded this little girl began to fade.
She stopped visiting her great grandmother everyday. She was no longer the carefree princess she had once been. Christopher Cheeri demanded the girls call him dad. But the girls didn’t understand why. They already had a father. Erica admitted something horrifying to a neighbor. Christopher routinely beat her. He choked her, slammed her against walls, and the reason was monstrous in its absurdity.
The children refused to call him dad. Sophia’s babysitter, Carly Vega, began noticing changes in the little girl’s behavior. Sophia, who had once been so open and cheerful, became fearful and anxious. Most alarmingly, she started telling her babysitter, “Please don’t tell my dad,” referring to Christopher. Carly saw Christopher spanking them way too hard and playing with them too rough.
She tried talking to Erica, but Erica refused to listen. Another babysitter noticed bruises under Sophia’s eyes and constantly heard the little girl complain that her bottom hurt. In March 2011, an incident occurred that should have been the final warning. Sophia’s baby sister suffered a broken leg. Christopher told Erica they had been at the playground and the child twisted her leg on the slide.
But doctors at the hospital said the injury looked more like the result of a fall, a broken leg in a toddler, changing explanations, bruises on the older sister. Yet, no one questioned Erica’s ability to keep her daughters safe. Meanwhile, Sophia continued living in this nightmare. Neighbors noticed that after Christopher moved in, Sophia, Alexa, and their mother almost never came outside.
They seemed to vanish from the apartment complex’s communal life. It was a classic case of domestic violence isolation. May 6th, 2011 was a rare happy day for the girls. Erica and Christopher took them to Mooney Grove Park in Wisalia. May 7th, 2011. That Saturday morning, Sophia woke up unaware it would be the last day of her short but lovefilled life.
She was only 3 years, 2 months, and 2 days old. She was awakened by shouting. Erica and Christopher were arguing. Erica later couldn’t recall what the fight was about, but she knew Christopher was angry. and when he was angry, he became especially dangerous. To calm him down, Erica decided to go to Weisalia to buy heroin. She took two buses to purchase 20 to $30 worth of drugs, leaving her three-year-old and 1 and a halfyear-old daughters alone with an agitated man.
When Erica returned home around noon, she and Christopher used heroin together. Afterward, Christopher gave Sophia a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and took her and Alexa upstairs for a nap. Erica, exhausted from the trip and the drugs, also fell asleep. Christopher had other plans for that time. His drugfueled, depraved mind drove him to commit a horrific act of violence against little Sophia.
When the girl tried to scream and resist, Chris punched her hard in the abdomen. For a tiny three-year-old, that was more than enough to knock her unconscious. Her mother slept soundly in her room while Sophia was sexually assaulted. But the monster wasn’t done. When Sophia, choking on vomit, weakly called out for her mother, he realized she could expose what he had done.
That sealed her fate. Chris delivered a series of blows to her head, then, for good measure, slammed her skull against the floor. He might have finished the job, but he heard Erica stirring from the bedroom. Christopher screamed, “Erica, something’s wrong with Sophia.” Erica rushed to the room and saw her three-year-old daughter lying on the floor of the nursery.
Sophia was unconscious, covered in vomit, with only one eye slightly open. The little princess who had brought joy to everyone around her now lay dying on the cold floor. A victim of unimaginable cruelty at the hands of a man her mother had led into their home. The emergency call came in at 2:43 p.m.
Erica’s voice was shaking with panic. My daughter isn’t breathing. She’s only 3 years old. Please help us. While the terrified mother was calling 911, Christopher grabbed unconscious Sophia and carried her to the bathroom. There, he quickly washed the little girl. Of course, this wasn’t care. Finally realizing what he had done, Christopher was trying to cover up the evidence of his crime.
When paramedics burst into apartment number nine, they saw a scene that would stay with them forever. Sophia lay on the living room floor on a towel, tiny, wet, naked. Christopher stood just a few steps away from her looking nervous and scared. Erica was crying outside in front of the apartment. Sophia was immediately rushed to Kawi Delta Hospital in Dazelia.
Emergency room doctors immediately knew this wasn’t an ordinary accident. Experienced nurses couldn’t hold back their tears. When the little girl was moved from the ambulance stretcher to the hospital bed, there was blood underneath her. But the most horrifying discovery came when doctors examined Sophia’s body. The three-year-old girl had bleeding from her genitals, eyes, and mouth, bruises on her abdomen and buttocks, and signs of severe head trauma.
The girl’s condition was so critical that she was emergency airlifted to Children’s Hospital Central in Mada, a specialized facility for the most serious cases. While doctors fought for Sophia’s life, an exit police detective began his investigation. What he discovered in the apartment made him shudder. The bed in the child’s bedroom was soaked with blood.
Sophia’s blanket was covered with vomit and feces. Downstairs in the living room lay a suspicious pile of pillows and blankets, some with dried blood stains. But the most horrifying discovery was yet to come. When the apartment complex custodian came to clean the apartment after police left, he found a condom wrapper and an object he described as a sex toy in the child’s bedroom.
Test results came back from the hospital. They found traces of marijuana in Sophia’s blood. A 3-year-old child had been exposed to drugs in her own home. At the children’s hospital, a team of doctors desperately tried to save Sophia. An MRI showed catastrophic damage to Sophia’s brain. For 4 days, Sophia fought for her life connected to life support machines.
On May 11th, 2011, at 7:20 p.m., while Obie held his little daughter’s hand, the life support machines were turned off. Sophia Maria Costa, who was only 3 years, 2 months, and 6 days old, died from injuries inflicted by someone her mother had so thoughtlessly brought into their home. The autopsy results were shocking.
Cause of death: multiple blunt force trauma. Sophia died from skull fracture, massive brain hemorrhage, oxygen deprivation, and sexual assault. All medical experts agreed on one thing. Three-year-old Sophia had been tortured and sexually assaulted before her death. For a month after Sophia’s death, Christopher Cheeri lived freely, telling anyone who would listen his version of events.
He even gave an interview to local television, claiming that Sophia had hit her head on a small metal shopping cart next to the bed. I was exactly right at the head of her bed on the floor where her head was. Then she was still wrapped in the blanket and everything. So it either it seemed like it she had rolled off or it either like you know you know what I mean like fell somehow.
I would honestly give my life for that little girl to be alive. Like I would I would gladly be I would gladly switch Sophia positions like in a heartbeat. On June 3rd, 2011, Christopher Cherry was charged with one count of murder with special circumstances of torture, sodomy, and lewd and lascivious acts. He was also charged with assault of a child causing death, sodomy, and forcible lewd acts on a child.
When the case went to trial in 2016, 5 years after Sophia’s death, horrifying details began to emerge about how many people knew about the danger, but did nothing. Two of Sophia’s babysitters, a neighbor, and most horrifying of all, girl’s own mother, they all knew about Christopher’s abusive behavior. When Erica Smith finally took the stand as a witness, her testimony shocked even experienced lawyers.
She admitted that Christopher regularly abused her and threatened to kill. There were times where he choked me out and pushed me against the wall. There was times that he threw picture frames at me. There was times that just verbally abusive, belittling me, secluding me, making me feel worthless. But the most incredible part, she claimed she trusted him with the children and saw no reason to think otherwise.
Christopher’s lawyers desperately tried to find an alternative explanation for Sophia’s death. They claimed that Sophia had a rare blood clotting disorder. The injuries could have been caused by paramedics during resuscitation. No fresh blood was found in the apartment. Christopher’s DNA was not found on Sophia’s body, but medical experts methodically destroyed each defense argument.
More than 10 doctors testified that Sophia’s death was the result of extreme cruelty. The prosecutor pointed out the obvious. Sophia was wet when she was found. Christopher had washed away the evidence in the bathroom before help arrived. On November 14th, 2016, after intense deliberation, the jury returned its verdict. Guilty on all charges.
On January 31st, 2017, Judge Joseph Kalashian officially sentenced Christopher Cherry to death. Christopher Cherry was sent to death row at San Quentin prison. But in 2019, California Governor Gavin Newsome imposed a moratorum on the death penalty. Sophia’s family was deeply outraged. Sophia is buried at Winton Cemetery.
Her family and community members laid her to rest. The small closed coffin was a symbol of a destroyed childhood in an indifferent adult world. One and a halfyear-old Alexa was taken by child protective services right from the hospital where she had been brought along with her dying sister Sophia. The custody battle lasted 8 months.
Obie had to prove he was capable of being a father. In December 2011, the court finally granted Alexa to her father. The girl was already 2 years old, but she wasn’t speaking. Psychologists diagnosed severe trauma. Alexa had been in that room when Christopher tortured her sister. She saw or heard what no child should ever witness.
Years of therapy helped her speak again, but nightmares still haunt her to this day. A children’s bench was installed in Farmersville in Sophia’s memory. Grownup Alexa and the entire extended family were present there. What about Erica Smith? The mother who left her daughter with a monster was never held accountable.
She only lost custody of her younger daughter, Alexa, but was never charged with child endangerment or neglect. The district attorney deemed her a victim, not an accomplice. Many believe this was a grave injustice. Sophia Maria Costa lived one in 183 days. She loved princesses, coloring, and said, “I love you.” to everyone who was dear to her.
She deserved to live, laugh, grow, and become everything she dreamed of being. Instead, the system failed her at every step. And most tragically, the person who should have protected her most of all, her own mother, chose drugs and a questionable man over her daughter’s safety. Rest in peace, little angel Sophia. 911.
What’s your emergency? The other night, some guy that I know well asked me if you can put some boxes inside my um in my storage, right? And we were going through the stuff and it felt really bad. There was a baby baby on her. There’s a baby on her. I just seen the arm and I just know it’s a dead body. Police officers wept as they cut open a small blue plastic drum to extract the swollen and broken body of what appeared to be a six-month-old infant.
They were the first to realize with horror that this was not a baby, but a 5-year-old girl. A metal animal cage in the bathroom. Handcuffs on tiny wrists. An empty dog bowl. A cruel mockery of a starving child. Systematic starvation over 3 years. A 5-year-old child who weighed as much as an infant. A child who after an agonizing death was stuffed into a plastic drum like a piece of meat.
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On September 27th, 2012, Collie Cayen Armela Anderson came into this world. Big brown eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Her incredible smile immediately won the heart of her mother, Lyani Robinson. Her mother called her my miracle and princess. In photographs, Collie is always smiling, drinking from her favorite cup with a straw, hugging toys, or tenderly cuddling with her little brother.
She loved Hello Kitty. In one of her last happy photos, she’s wearing a pink t-shirt with her favorite character, her eyes glowing with joy. But even then, circumstances were forming that would turn her short life into a nightmare. Tyler Anderson was only 17 years old when he found out he was going to be a father.
By this time, the teenager was already seriously addicted, was a dealer in illegal substances, and had run-ins with the law. His relationship with Launi was turbulent and short-lived. In that same year of 2012, Tyler met 17-year-old Everana Enoch at high school. The girl had recently returned from Ohio where she had lived with her mother after mental health issues.
She had received treatment and was taking medication. Whenever Yana learned about Collie’s existence, friends described her reaction as rage and deep distress. This moment became the starting point of hatred that would grow and strengthen until it destroyed an innocent child. But the most catastrophic decision came from family court.
Judge Cinder Rigggins Onjur, a woman later removed for systematic bias, awarded full custody of little Collie to a substance dependent teenage father with a criminal background. Maternal instinct screamed of danger, but the system refused to listen to Lean’s please. Her daughter was only 14 months old when she was given to her father.
Now she could only see her baby during supervised visits. Collie’s first years with Tyler and Everana were spent in Woodland, California. In October 2014, Tyler and Averyana had their first child together, a son named Tyrell. From this moment, Avana’s jealousy and hatred toward her stepdaughter reached a new level. She was convinced that Tyler’s family loved Collie more than her biological son.
In December 2014, Tyler took Collie for a routine medical checkup. She was just over 2 years old and weighed 28 lb, a completely normal, healthy weight. The doctor scheduled an additional cardiology consultation, but Tyler canled the appointment. The next 3 and 1/2 years of her life, Collie would not see a single doctor.
By 2015, Tyler’s aunt, Meen Dunis, began noticing strange things at family gatherings. Crescent-shaped bruises appeared on Kie’s face, exactly like those from fingernails. Ariana masked them with thick concealer, but when relatives kissed the girl, the makeup would smear, revealing the bruises. By October 2015, changes in Collie became obvious.
The 3-year-old girl had lost significant weight at a family celebration. Despite the hot weather, she was dressed in a long dress that concealed her body. But the most frightening thing was how Collie had changed as a person. Previously cheerful and outgoing, she now didn’t play with other children, barely spoke, and constantly stayed close to every as if afraid to move away.
When adults were distracted, the girl would secretly grab food from other people’s plates, devouring it with the desperation of someone starving. Meen Dunes could no longer remain silent. In October 2015, she contacted California Child Protective Services with an official report of suspected abuse. But after a superficial investigation, the case was closed as unfounded.
The system had failed Collie again. In July 2017, Tyler and Ariana made a decision that would completely cut Kie off from anyone who might help her. They moved to Reno, Nevada, away from watchful relatives. By this time, the couple had a second son together, Titan. Tyler worked two jobs and attended college, being away from home from early morning until late evening.
Avana was left alone with three children. But while the apartment in the Brook Tree Apartments complex on Harvard Way was home for the boys, for Collie, it became a maximum security prison. The complex manager later testified in court. Three children were listed on the lease. But in all that time, I never once saw a girl matching Kie Anderson’s description.
In fall 2017, Kie’s grandmother, Donna Howard, came to Reno. When she asked where Collie was, she was told the girl was at 24-hour daycare. The next day, Tyler finally brought Collie to lunch with her grandmother. Donna was shocked. She looked sickly thin. Her skin was gray. There was no spark in her eyes, no joy that I remembered.
This was Kie’s last meeting with any loving relative. Her mother was never able to visit Kie in Reno. Avana did not agree to the meeting. In early 2018, Tyler and Avariana told friends they were getting a dog and went to a pet store to make a special purchase. They chose a large wire animal cage. Separately, they obtained real handcuffs, not toy children’s handcuffs, but metal restraints that cut into thin wrists and left bloody marks on the skin.
Aana installed this crate in the guest bathroom and locked the bathroom door. Now, no guest could accidentally enter. Every morning, Tyler would leave for work, kissing his two sons goodbye. He wouldn’t even look Collie in the eyes. To him, she was no longer a daughter, but a burden he needed to get rid of. As soon as the door closed behind Tyler, the little girl’s hell would begin.
Ariana would force Collie to undress completely and crawl into the metal crate. She would snap the handcuffs on her thin wrists, attaching them to the cage bars. The child couldn’t lie down or stand up fully, only sit in an uncomfortable position for hours. Meanwhile, in the next rooms, her biological sons would eat breakfast, play with toys, and watch cartoons.
They could hear their stepsisters crying and please, but their mother forbade them from approaching the bathroom. An empty dog bowl sat in the crate. a cruel mockery of the starving child. Sometimes every would pour water or dog food into it. Sometimes she’d leave it empty. Collie was lucky if she got a piece of stale bread or leftover cereal from the bottom of the pot.
Often she received no food for days. Collie had to drink from the toilet, which she could barely reach with her chained hands. When Tyler came home, he would see his emaciated daughter in the crate and say nothing. Everana would beat Collie with whatever she could find. Belts, wooden spoons, a broom.
She would hit her back, legs, and head. Bruises and cuts covered the child’s body from head to toe. But the crulest torture was psychological. When Tyler called home, Ariana would force Collie to speak into the phone. Hi, Daddy. I’m playing and eating. I’m a good girl. After the call, she would hiss in her ear. Your father doesn’t love you. Nobody loves you.
The mother who gave birth to you abandoned you. If you died, nobody would cry. By April 2018, Collie had become a living skeleton. The 5-year-old girl weighed only 16 lb, as much as a healthy infant. Her chestnut hair was falling out in clumps. Her skin had turned gray. Her eyes were sunken. She had been brutally beaten.
Her body covered with multiple bruises and cuts. Bed sores developed on her hip. Open wounds from constantly sitting in one position. Infection entered her bloodstream. Sepsis began. But Aana didn’t call a doctor. She simply moved the cage so she wouldn’t have to see her stepdaughter’s festering wounds. On April 26th, 2018, Collie was particularly ill.
She could barely breathe and couldn’t lift her head. Her pulse was weak and irregular. At 10 p.m., Avana searched the internet for CPR. She understood the child was dying, but didn’t want to call an ambulance, fearing they would discover evidence of torture. Instead, she texted Tyler, “Your daughter is really bad.
Come home quickly.” When Tyler returned home, he found Collie unconscious in the crate. Her breathing was shallow. Her lips blew. “We need to call an ambulance,” he said. “No, I can’t go to prison. You have to save your daughter yourself.” Aana screamed. The couple tried to perform CPR. Then they put her under a cold shower trying to revive her, but it was too late.
The 5-year-old girl’s body couldn’t withstand months of torture and starvation. Late in the evening of April 26th, 2018, Kie Anderson’s heart stopped forever. Tyler and Everana didn’t grieve for the dead child. They panicked about how to dispose of the body to avoid prison. They stuffed Collie’s body into a duffel bag, then placed the bag in a blue plastic drum and sealed it.
They put the drum in their bedroom closet, just feet from the bed where their two children slept. On April 28th, Avana searched the internet for liquids that decompose acid and storage units. She planned to dissolve her husband’s daughter’s body like a piece of meat. Tyler researched ways to dispose of the body.
Burn it in the forest, throw it in a river, dissolve it in acid, bury it in the desert. For the next two weeks, the couple lived normally. They cooked food, watched TV, had sex. The boys played with toys, not knowing their stepsister was dead in the closet. When the smell of decomposition intensified, Avana forced Tyler to take the bag with the body and drive it around in the trunk of his car.
On May 10th, Tyler rented a U-Haul truck. On May 11th, he called his acquaintance, Joe Garcia, who managed storage facilities and asked permission to temporarily store some boxes. The plastic drum containing Kie’s body was sealed in a cardboard box. Tyler drove to Sacramento while Aana followed in her car with the two children.
At storage unit number 105, Tyler quickly unloaded the boxes, including the one containing his daughter’s remains. Joe Garcia couldn’t shake a bad feeling. Fearing the boxes contained controlled substances, he decided to check their contents. On May 15th, almost 3 weeks after Collie’s death, Garcia cut open the box with a knife and opened the blue plastic drum. Inside was a duffel bag.
When he unzipped it, he saw something that would change his life forever. The skeletal arm of a small child. With trembling hands, Joe dialed 911. The responding Sacramento police officers were shocked. They expected to see the body of an infant, but this was a 5-year-old girl who weighed as much as a 6-month-old baby.
Collie was found wearing an 18-month-old’s pajama onesie, a knit hat, and mismatched Hello Kitty socks, the same Hello Kitty she had loved in happier days. Next to the body lay a children’s Bible. A final cruel irony in this tragedy. On May 16th, Tyler was arrested on his way to the storage unit. Police found lighter fluid and matches in his car trunk.
He had planned to burn all the evidence. That same day, Detective Ben Rhodess arrived at the Harvard Way apartment to arrest Everana. The apartment was a scene of complete squalor. Two small boys crawled among the chaos in dirty diapers, hungry and frightened. In the guest bathroom, Detective Roads discovered the instrument of torture.
A large wire animal cage with bent bars. Handcuffs were attached to the bars. Nearby lay a child’s backpack with clothes and a hat embroidered with the name Collie. I searched the entire apartment for any signs of a dog, hair, toys, waste, nothing. But there were human hairs in the crate and biological evidence on the handcuffs.
The detective testified in court. DNA analysis later confirmed the worst. The hair and skin particles belong to Collie. Detectives took the two boys into protective custody and brought Everana to the station for questioning. The 4-hour interview with Detective Jeffrey Boyd became a confession to one of the most brutal child murders in American history.
At first, Avana denied everything, then gradually admitted more and more facts. Tried what? Trying to help. How did you try to help her? CPR. CPR. Okay. Who was doing CPR? Me. We both were trying. Not allowed to try. So long. I don’t remember how much time went by, but it took so long. It was unbelievable.
I was so upset with Tyler cuz cuz he said he he knew CPR. He said he knew CPR. He’d always talk about, “Oh, yeah. I got my CPR card or whatever. Did you call anyone? Call 911. I call my family or friends. Why not? When they announced her arrest, she broke down crying. It’s still an ongoing investigation.
All right. We at detectives have to do our due diligence for the sake of this entire case and for the sake of Okay. There’s still some things that we need to wait on for the autopsy and things of that nature, but at this moment in time right now, we’re going to go ahead and book you at our county jail, okay? For child neglect.
For child neglect. Okay. What’s going to be your charge? All right. What’s up? just want to die. At first, Tyler exercised his right to an attorney and refused to cooperate with the investigation. It was only on July 5th, 2019 that something changed. Tyler finally spoke and then I get in front of her and I’m holding her back, you know, and she’s trying to climb over me to get the and uh she’s telling me, you know, you always save her.
You know, you can’t always favor her. I go to the bathroom, right? And she’s in there. Um, and she saw the in Mary’s cage. And the first thing I do is get her out of the cage. You know, I ask what is she doing? She’s not crying. She’s not crying and she’s not she’s not hurt. She’s not bruised, right? You know, what the hell is she doing in this case? you know, Iran said that, you know, she pushed she pushed and run and then she said, you know, there’s nobody to show you.
So I said, what is it? You know, and then she goes in and she rings out in her hand, you know, in her arm like, you know, life and she so I started doing CPR. I keep trying CPR, you know. I told her it’s not working, you know, we call an ambulance. She said, “No, I didn’t call the ambulance. You know, I can’t go to prison.
You know, if you call an ambulance, I’m going to kill you. You know, you have to save your daughter. You know, CPR, you know, you’re certifying. You have a car. You know, you have to save your daughter.” So, I grabbed my phone. I said, “I’m going to call the ambulance. I can’t I can’t help her, you know.
” And she snatches the phone from me. She throws that in the pantry or at the wall and hits the pantry. It hits the floor and you know I just I put my ear to her heart. You know I I thought I heard her stop being you know she was dead. You know I don’t know. I don’t know. There was just a lot going on. But she she was dead you know. I’m holding her in my heart and she’s dead.
So I go and like I have a I have a duffel bag wants to she wants to burn under a bridge near uh she said matter of fact I’m just I should just put the bag in the in the Sacramento River and leave it on the straight track you know that she said no Because even if she gets run over by a train, they can still identify her, you know.
She said, “No, I’m just going to burn her body, you know, in the house. I try to take nothing back inside.” And she said, “No, you’re not you’re not uh you’re not putting that in my house, you know. You’re going to keep that with you, you know, so that if you try anything, I’m going to be able to call the police and tell them that you have a body in your trunk.
back in front and double back. But what’s your what’s your reasoning for going down there on the day you got in custody? Okay. Like get caught. I had a strong feeling that he would look that night or the next day because of the breadcrumbs that I’m leaving, right? The suspicions I’m raising.
His daughter’s worried, right? She’s there. So, she’s wondering what the hell’s going on. So, I knew that he would look. I just knew he would look. So, you were counting on being caught that day? Yeah. There’s all kind of empty cleaning product bottles in the bathroom across from this used to kind of clean up my dog’s method. All that bleach and cleaning show that’s for the dog.
Yes. Okay. The reason why there’s all this food and the dog the donuts for the door. Yeah. Pizza for the door. Yeah. Ran out of dog food. Any time’s bathroom and that food given to her? No. In that fashion? Not that I know of. No. Not that you know of. No. The trial stretched over 3 years.
In January 2020, Tyler Anderson pleaded guilty to seconddegree murder in exchange for a sentence of life in prison with the possibility of parole after 10 years. Avana initially tried to make a similar deal, but the judge refused to accept it, calling the proposed sentence inadequate for the severity of the crime.
Medical examiner presented heartbreaking evidence to the jury. All of Collie’s internal organs were underdeveloped from chronic malnutrition. Her thymus, a key organ of the immune system, had shrunk to the size of a pee. The child had multiple injuries to her head, arms, and legs from constant beatings. Bed sores had formed on her hip from prolonged immobilization.
Her ribs protruded through her skin. In August 2021, a jury found Ariana Enoch guilty of firstdegree murder by torture, child endangerment, resulting in death, and destruction of evidence. She was sentenced to life imprisonment with the possibility of parole after 20 years. The shockingly lenient sentences left Collie’s family devastated and the community outraged that her killers might someday walk free.
Collie Anderson died on April 26th, 2018. She was 5 years and 7 months old. Collie will never go to first grade. She’ll never lose a tooth. She’ll never blow out candles on her sixth birthday. She’ll never learn to read. All of this was stolen from her by those who should have protected her. She loved Hello Kitty and Minnie Mouse.
She drank from a cup with a straw. She wore bright bows everyday. She played with pink toy cars and gently hugged younger children. She deserved to grow up, to play, to laugh. She deserved love, not torture, protection, not betrayal. She deserved life. Rest in peace, little Angel Collie. I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who watched this video all the way through.
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