Hailey's Story--She Was an Eleven-Year-Old Child. He Was Soham Murderer Ian Huntley. This is the Story of How She Survived by Hailey Giblin Page B
Authors: Hailey Giblin
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In early 2004, I got a number of death threats. The person issuing them also spoke to Colin, saying he was this and he was that, and Colin told him, âWell, listen, mate, you are the one that did this and exposed yourself and did this and that to Hailey.â
After that, the idea was never brought up again, because I think my mother probably mentioned it to him and he would have said something like: âI am not having one done because I have got nothing to prove.â
I havenât been able to speak with him face-to-face since that conversation, only over the phone or via texts. He had moved away from the area before I had actually left home. As far as I am concerned, the police investigation into my allegation sent a great message of comfort out to any abuser: âGo home, son, or go to the pub and get yourself a stiff drink.â
And did the police come and see me over the matter? No. Did they interview me? No. Did social services tell me the outcome of the matter? No. No one did.
All I was told was that, if he had done it, the police would have charged him. That is the same scenario as when I raised the allegations against Ian Huntley, years before he killed to satisfy his evil lust. How many more predators are the police going to let slip through their net?
To say the police have failed me is an understatement . In five yearsâ time, or fifty, the truth will come out. I refused to testify against Huntley in court â my feeling was, why should I help the police out when I felt that they hadnât helped me.
I am in full-blown bereavement at being deprived of police help or even sympathy. Justice, may you rest in peace, because you are dead.
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A WALKING TIME BOMB
A T 11, I WAS STILL A DOE-EYED, LONG-HAIRED, SWEET AND INNOCENT PARTY POP GIRL. I ENJOYED LIFE AND HAD THE KNACK OF MAKING NEW FRIENDS. One of these new friends, Katie Webber, was four years older than me. This was a friendship that I would later come to regret, one that led to Huntleyâs perversions against me.
How this matchless, younger girlâolder girl friendship came about was through my elder brother Hayden. He knew Katieâs younger brother, James, and I knew James as well. My cousin, another Katie, lived next door to Katie Webber and they were the same age. That connection also helped to bring about the friendship, otherwise I would not have had any reasonto become friends with her. Not that Iâm blaming my cousin for what subsequently happened.
My cousin Katie used to ask my mum, âCan I take Hailey up town?â and Mum would always say yes. Because she was friends with Katie Webber, this Katie used to come along as well.
Cousin Katie started mixing in different circles, with new friends, which meant that she didnât spend as much time going to places with Katie Webber. That was the start of Katie Webber and I becoming closer, more like big sister and little sister. I was immersed in our friendship, perhaps because I had no sisters.
Now, instead of my cousin Katie, it was Katie Webber calling by and asking my mum, âIs it OK if I take Hailey up town shopping?â
Mum used to say, âThere you go, thereâs some money for a McDonaldâs or whatever.â
Katie would buy me a Happy Meal with it and then get some fags with the change. I hadnât begun to smoke then. In a way, this was ideal for my mum, as she didnât have to give her time to me.
Each Saturday from then onwards, Katie used to take me to town and I think she used to enjoy taking me because the change that she had left from my meal supplemented her fag money.
I used to go to Katieâs house about every other day, so we saw a lot of each other. I lived at number 3 and Katie lived a short walk away up the road. I used to passher house every day when I went to school, so I felt quite comfortable calling in to see her, and my mum was happy for me to go there, even though she kept a close eye on my
In early 2004, I got a number of death threats. The person issuing them also spoke to Colin, saying he was this and he was that, and Colin told him, âWell, listen, mate, you are the one that did this and exposed yourself and did this and that to Hailey.â
After that, the idea was never brought up again, because I think my mother probably mentioned it to him and he would have said something like: âI am not having one done because I have got nothing to prove.â
I havenât been able to speak with him face-to-face since that conversation, only over the phone or via texts. He had moved away from the area before I had actually left home. As far as I am concerned, the police investigation into my allegation sent a great message of comfort out to any abuser: âGo home, son, or go to the pub and get yourself a stiff drink.â
And did the police come and see me over the matter? No. Did they interview me? No. Did social services tell me the outcome of the matter? No. No one did.
All I was told was that, if he had done it, the police would have charged him. That is the same scenario as when I raised the allegations against Ian Huntley, years before he killed to satisfy his evil lust. How many more predators are the police going to let slip through their net?
To say the police have failed me is an understatement . In five yearsâ time, or fifty, the truth will come out. I refused to testify against Huntley in court â my feeling was, why should I help the police out when I felt that they hadnât helped me.
I am in full-blown bereavement at being deprived of police help or even sympathy. Justice, may you rest in peace, because you are dead.
4
A WALKING TIME BOMB
A T 11, I WAS STILL A DOE-EYED, LONG-HAIRED, SWEET AND INNOCENT PARTY POP GIRL. I ENJOYED LIFE AND HAD THE KNACK OF MAKING NEW FRIENDS. One of these new friends, Katie Webber, was four years older than me. This was a friendship that I would later come to regret, one that led to Huntleyâs perversions against me.
How this matchless, younger girlâolder girl friendship came about was through my elder brother Hayden. He knew Katieâs younger brother, James, and I knew James as well. My cousin, another Katie, lived next door to Katie Webber and they were the same age. That connection also helped to bring about the friendship, otherwise I would not have had any reasonto become friends with her. Not that Iâm blaming my cousin for what subsequently happened.
My cousin Katie used to ask my mum, âCan I take Hailey up town?â and Mum would always say yes. Because she was friends with Katie Webber, this Katie used to come along as well.
Cousin Katie started mixing in different circles, with new friends, which meant that she didnât spend as much time going to places with Katie Webber. That was the start of Katie Webber and I becoming closer, more like big sister and little sister. I was immersed in our friendship, perhaps because I had no sisters.
Now, instead of my cousin Katie, it was Katie Webber calling by and asking my mum, âIs it OK if I take Hailey up town shopping?â
Mum used to say, âThere you go, thereâs some money for a McDonaldâs or whatever.â
Katie would buy me a Happy Meal with it and then get some fags with the change. I hadnât begun to smoke then. In a way, this was ideal for my mum, as she didnât have to give her time to me.
Each Saturday from then onwards, Katie used to take me to town and I think she used to enjoy taking me because the change that she had left from my meal supplemented her fag money.
I used to go to Katieâs house about every other day, so we saw a lot of each other. I lived at number 3 and Katie lived a short walk away up the road. I used to passher house every day when I went to school, so I felt quite comfortable calling in to see her, and my mum was happy for me to go there, even though she kept a close eye on my
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