TUCSON, AZ – Two sisters, ages 9 and 11, were arrested the other day after they prank called 911 and pretended to be Isable Calis, the 6-year-old girl who has been missing since April.
Police say they received a phone call Sunday morning from a young girl who identified herself as Calis. She told the dispatcher that she had been kidnapped and then hung up the phone.
The call was traced to a cell phone in the area of an apartment complex and over 25 officers, including detectives from the Sex Offenders Registration and Tracking Unit, responded to the area. After e bit of canvassing the neighborhood, police made contact with the sisters who admitted that they had made the call as a joke. There mother was home at the time, but did not know what her daughters had done.
Both girls were arrested on suspicion of false reporting to a law enforcement agency. Although they were initially booked into a juvenile corrections center, their lack of a record and the charge being a misdemeanor meant they did not meet the criteria for being detained. According to Stephen Rubin, the juvenile court’s administrator, it will be up to the Pima County Attorney’s Office to press charges against the siblings.
Isabel Celis was reported missing on April 21 after her father woke up to find her missing. Since then, authorities released more than 550 pages of case files that contained some disturbing information.
Detectives say they found what they believed to be blood on Celis’ bedroom floor, as well as on a a shower curtain and a hat found inside a car outside the family’s home. The documents also revealed that one person felt that Celis’ father, Sergio Celis, was somehow involved in his daughter’s disappearance and that had something to do with a large debt Sergio owed.
When my kid was around 6-years-old, he and his friend called a suicide prevention hotline as a joke. They didn’t realize that whenever someone calls a suicide prevention line that dispatch may call 911 if they feel someone’s life is in danger. This particular dispatcher suspected some kids being stupid and, luckily for these two morons, was repeatedly calling the house after they had hung up on him.
Scared shitless over the guy’s repeated calls to the house, my son and his equally braindead friend ran to me with tears in their eyes to rat themselves out, knowing I was going to answer the phone eventually. I did and had a polite, quick conversation with the suicide guy and explained to him that I was in the presence of two idiots who had prank called him. Yes, everything is fine and yes, I would handle it. That last part was out of earshot of the two boys who were watching me with tears streaming down their faces.
I felt a little bad for them because growing up, me and my friends had made our fair share of prank calls. Not to a suicide hotline for God’s sake, but still, some of our afternoons consisted of nothing but prank calling people. Anyway, I decided to ground my kid and explain to them how stupid that was. But that thought lasted about one second before being replaced with a much better one.
“Good going, geniuses, the friggin’ police are on their way,” I informed them. “I’ll do everything I can to get you out of jail tomorrow,” I told my hyperventilating son. “A week at the most.” I didn’t tell him the truth until after I had pulled out a suitcase and watched, pretending to be very upset, as my son packed some clothes and a few of his favorite toys. Then I grounded him. Good times, good times.