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TV image of Tia that was taken on the first on Thursday evening, Thursday the 2nd before she went missing. And in it she’s wearing the outer clothing that we believe she was wearing when she went missing. The only difference is the footwear. >> Tia was a sparky girl who was full of life, but you took that life from her.

All that lay ahead of her, a career, loves, and family of her own will now never be. >> Three times investigators searched that house. Three times they walked right past her. It’s August 2012 in a quiet corner of New Addington, South London. An estate where everyone seems to know everyone. And a missing child isn’t just a headline.

It’s personal. For a full week, this address has sat at the center of one of the largest missing person searches the country has seen in years. A 12-year-old girl named Tia Sharp is gone. The last account of her comes from her step grandfather, the man she simply calls her granddad, who says she left the house on an ordinary errand, a walk to go buy new shoes.

More than 80 officers have been assigned to find her. Detectives have pulled over 800 hours of CCTV footage from buses and trams across South London. 55 people have come forward certain they’d spotted her at a bus stop, in a shopping center, walking down a side street. Every single tip leads nowhere. And that same man, the one who told police she’d simply walked out to go shopping, has been out there with the search parties, too, giving interviews, looking straight into news cameras to insist he has no idea where she is.

Then, 7 days after she disappears, officers go back into that same house for a fourth time. And in the attic, wedged into a space so tight and dark that three searches had already missed it. They find exactly what everyone has been looking for. She never left. So, how does a house get searched three separate times without anyone finding what was hidden inside it? And what wasn’t the man who called himself her granddad telling them? To understand how Tia Sharp ended up in that attic, we have to go all the way back to the

beginning. To who she was before any of this happened. If you’re new here, this channel is all about true crime documentary storytelling. >> [music] >> Real cases told in full. Drop a comment and let me know what city you’re watching from, then hit subscribe so you don’t miss what’s next. Now, let’s rewind.

 To understand what happened in that attic, you have to go back 12 years to the day Tia Sharp was born. June 30th, 2000. Tia arrived to parents Steven and Natalie, young and not built to last as a couple. Within her first year, they separated. In a lot of families, that’s where the story of togetherness ends. It wasn’t here. Steven and Natalie made a choice a lot of separated couples don’t.

 They stayed close, genuinely close. And Tia grew up shuttling between two parents who both still showed up for her in and around Croydon, South London. But the center of Tia’s world wasn’t her mother or her father. It was her grandmother, Christine. From the time she was small, Tia and Christine had the kind of bond people noticed.

Natalie would later say the three of them, her, Tia, and Christine, weren’t just related, they were friends. Tia sometimes called Christine mom, and nobody in the family ever thought to correct her. It just fit. By 2002, Christine was working behind the bar at a pub in Raynes Park, Southwest London. That’s where she met a man 10 years younger than her, named Stuart Hazel.

Nothing happened between them right away. In fact, before Christine and Stuart ever became a couple, Natalie had briefly dated him herself. Five more years passed before Christine and Stuart got together for real in 2007, when Stuart finally moved into her house in New Addington. By then, he’d already been a familiar face around this family for the better part of a decade, which made it that much easier later for a 12-year-old girl to trust him completely.

To Tia, he became granddad, just like he did to her two younger brothers. On paper, it looked like an ordinary blended family finding its footing. What nobody outside that house could see yet was what was starting to take root behind Stuart Hazel’s easy smile, and just how much unsupervised time he was about to get with the little girl who had no reason in the world to be afraid of him.

Ask anyone who knew Tia Sharp what she was like, and you get the same answer before you even finish the question. Loud. Not loud in a way anyone minded. Loud like a kid who’d already decided, at 12, that she had opinions worth hearing, and she wasn’t going to wait for permission to share them. Her own mother used to say it plainly, wherever Tia was, that’s where the noise was coming from.

She wasn’t a pushover, and she wasn’t shy. Teachers liked her. She was sharp. She did well in her classes when she showed up, even if getting her to show up consistently was its own ongoing battle. She had two younger brothers who looked up to her the way younger siblings do, and a father, Steven, she spent every school holiday with, right up until things between her parents started to strain once she reached secondary school.

There’d been one earlier scare, years before any of this, back in 2008, when social services stepped in over concerns about drug use in Christine’s household. They looked closely at the family and found no signs of neglect or abuse toward Tia. Just an unsettled home life. The kind plenty of kids grow up in without lasting harm.

By late 2011, case workers had closed the file, satisfied enough to step back and simply ask Tia’s school to keep half an eye on her. At the time, nobody involved had any reason to think there was anything more urgent to worry about. But if you wanted to find Tia on any given afternoon, the safest bet was always her grandmother’s house.

She and Natalie were about as close as a mother and daughter can be. By every account, inseparable. And when Tia turned 12 that June, just 5 weeks before everything changed, she got to choose one person to bring along to her birthday celebration with her mom and grandmother. She picked Stuart. Not a school friend, not a cousin, her step grandfather.

It’s a small detail. It’s also the kind of detail that, once you know what’s coming, is almost unbearable to sit with. Because it tells you exactly how much this girl trusted the man she called granddad. Enough to want him at her birthday. Enough to stay in his house without a second thought. Even on nights her grandmother was working and it would just be the two of them.

That trust is the hinge this entire case turns on. And in the first week of August 2012, it was about to be tested in a way no one, not her mother, not her grandmother, not anyone who thought they knew Stuart Hazel, ever saw coming. Thursday, August 2nd, 2012. It starts the way most ordinary weekend start. Tia wants to stay over at her grandmother’s for a few days.

And true to her nature, she doesn’t wait around to ask permission the polite way. She just messages Christine and Stewart directly. Christine’s going to be working, but Stewart texts back that it’s fine. She’s welcome anyway. Natalie says yes. Tia runs up, >> [music] >> kisses her mom goodbye, and heads out the door.

Nothing about this moment stands out. Kids stay at their grandparents’ houses. This is a routine Tia has done dozens of times before. Stewart meets her off the tram that afternoon, just before 5:00. Surveillance cameras catch the two of them walking through New Addington together, running errands, looking like exactly what they are, a granddad and his granddaughter killing an afternoon.

That evening, Christine calls the house to check in. Stewart answers. Everything’s fine, he tells her. He and Tia are just playing PlayStation. It’s the last ordinary night anyone would have with Tia Sharp. Friday, August 3rd. Christine gets home from work and asks where Tia is. Stewart has an answer ready. She’s gone into Croydon to the Whitgift Centre, about 5 miles away, to pick out a new pair of shoes.

Hours pass. 6:00 comes and goes. No Tia. Christine calls Natalie. Natalie hasn’t heard from her either. Hasn’t seen her all day. Between them, they start texting, checking Facebook, trying every way they can think of to reach a 12-year-old girl who suddenly isn’t answering anything. Nothing. They get in the car and start retracing the route to the Whitgift Centre themselves, street by street, telling each other it’s probably just a delayed bus, a dead phone battery, some perfectly boring explanation.

Any minute now, she’ll turn up. By 10:00 that night, there’s no version of any minute now left to believe in. Christine, Stuart, and Natalie walk into the police station together and report Tia missing. Stuart tells officers the same story. He last saw her around noon right before she supposedly left for Croydon.

A neighbor calls in saying they think they saw her walking away from the house that day. Officers search the property where she’d been staying, Christine and Stuart’s house, top to bottom. They find nothing. Nothing at all. So, the search grows. Officers move out into the surrounding streets, then the wider borough.

And almost overnight, this stops being a family’s private nightmare and becomes a national story. Reporters descend on New Addington. Camera crews set up outside the house. Volunteers from across South London show up to walk the estate in organized search lines. And Stuart Hazel is photographed right alongside them, joining the search for the girl he was the last person to see.

And the details investigators release only make it stranger. Tia left the house, according to every account of that day, without her phone, without her bus pass, with barely any money in her pocket. Every parent who hears that list understands instantly what it means. Kids who run away take those things with them.

Kids who don’t plan on going anywhere don’t leave any of it behind. It’s the kind of detail that doesn’t make headlines on its own, but it’s the detail that makes every experienced officer on this case a little more uneasy with each passing hour. Police are careful with their language. “This is being treated as a missing person investigation,” they say.

“At this stage, there are no suspects.” But somewhere out there, or somewhere much closer than anyone wants to believe, Tia Sharp isn’t missing at all. By the second day, this isn’t a local story anymore. It’s a nationwide search. More than 80 officers are assigned the case. 40 detectives, 40 specialist search teams.

 With London still riding the high of hosting the Olympics that summer, some of the extra security resources originally earmarked for the games get quietly redirected straight into the hunt for Tia Sharp. Detectives pull CCTV from every bus and tram that passes through the area. Over 800 hours of it, with officers watching footage in real time around the clock, hoping to catch one frame of a 12-year-old girl in a yellow top and faded jeans.

The public responds. 55 people call in, each one certain they’d seen her at a shop counter, on a street corner, getting off a bus. Investigators chase down every single one. Every single one goes nowhere. On August 7th, 4 days into the search, police hold a formal press conference. Borough Commander Neil Basu lays out in careful detail just how large the operation has become, and takes a moment to thank the New Addington community by name, singling out a local charity that had spent the previous evening handing

out leaflets with Tia’s photo on every corner of the estate. >> The family wants Tia home. They miss her dreadfully. And I want to assure you of all the work the Met is doing. Um and we are doing everything we can, everything we possibly can to find her, and trying to support the family at this time. Let Let me give you a sense of the scale of the inquiry at present.

I have had Olympic resources redirected to helping in the search for Tia. And over the last 3 days or so, that has meant more than 100 extra uniform officers in the Croydon and Mitcham areas. There are over 80 officers working on this case. 40 of them detectives, 40 of them specialist search officers. We’ve collected more than 800 hours so far of CCTV footage from buses, from trams, and we’ve viewed more than 120 hours of that CCTV in lifetime, and that continues round the clock.

I would also like to thank everybody in the Croydon and Mitcham communities that has helped with the investigation so far. I spent time with counselors and with members of the Pathfinders charity on the New Addington estate yesterday [music] evening. I was completely moved by their generosity, their energy, and commitment.

 We were stopped many times on the way to and from by people handing out leaflets showing Tia, and to everyone who is doing that, I wanted to say thank you, and please continue to look for her. Can I once again thank every member of the public who has phoned into the incident room? The Met’s priority at this time is to find Tia safe and well.

>> Investigators used the moment to release an updated description of what Tia was likely wearing. A yellow vest top with an animal print on the front, faded jeans, and black trainers with a pink swoosh. A small but meaningful correction since an earlier CCTV image still had shown her in a different pair of boots entirely, and police need the public looking for the right girl.

>> CCTV image of Tia that was taken on the Thursday on Thursday evening, Thursday the 2nd before she went missing. And in it, she’s wearing the outer clothing that we believe she was wearing when she went missing. Very different is the footwear. But, I would say it’s slightly different to the description that was initially released um in as much as it’s not a yellow tube type top.

 You can see it’s a yellow vest top, and on the front of it, there’s a pattern um it’s an animal of some description, possibly a dog or a cat. The tights um faded jeans are the same >> [music] >> are the same description, and she’s wearing Ugg boots in this photo, but she was wearing the black Nike trainers [music] with the um pink Nike swoosh.

 Um so, that’s that’s slight difference. >> Tia’s uncle, David Sharp, makes his own appeal that same week, looking straight into the cameras. “She’s not the kind of kid who runs off without a word,” he tells reporters. “She knows this area, knows the people in it. If she could come home on her own, she already would be.” >> Tia is a 12-year-old normal girl.

She has never run away. She’s got no reason to run away. She is a playful child. She’s not an adult form of any way, but she is very clued up in traveling and local areas and people she knows. Come to us, come home, phone the police, anything. Um and I want to say thank you to the police for doing everything that they can and the public for being our support and being out there day and night.

Um I urge you not to stop. I want Tia found. So, please, what [snorts] are you doing? >> And through all of it, Stuart Hazel keeps showing up. He walks with search volunteers. He gives statements. And on August 9th, 6 days after Tia disappeared, he does something that makes people take even more notice. He sits down for a televised interview, on camera, with investigative journalist Mark Williams Thomas to publicly deny any involvement.

>> Well, I think believe what I read in the papers I can do whatever they like. Cuz I know deep down in my heart that Tia walked out my house. She walked out that door. I know damn well cuz she was seen walking down the pathway. I know she made that track down to that way. What happened after that is I don’t know.

We’re stuck inside here, you know what I mean? We’ve got all them her papers outside all putting accusations down and you know what I mean? Bad-mouthing everyone and >> [snorts] >> it’s just what you don’t need, you know? I know they’re trying to help and that, but they can help in other ways, you know what going to find her in the back garden.

>> He’s the last confirmed person to see her. He knows what people are starting to whisper. And so he looks into the lens and says it plainly. He doesn’t know what happened to her, and he never touched her. Partway through filming, Christine walks in, visibly breaking down. Hazel stops the interview, takes off his microphone, and goes to comfort her.

That same week, police return to the house again. This time with search dogs. Nothing. Three searches, three times coming up empty. Then, on the morning of Friday, August 10th, a week to the day since Tia vanished, Christine wakes up to a smell in the house she can’t place and can’t explain. She mentions it to no one in particular.

It’s just strange, unsettling, but strange. Police arrive not long after and ask her to step outside so they can search the property one more time. This search goes differently. Officers make their way up into the attic, a cramped, sweltering space tucked under the roofline. The kind of space that takes a flashlight and real effort to search properly, not just a glance through the hatch.

And there, pressed into the dark gap where the slope of the roof meets the floor, wrapped and hidden among years of accumulated junk, they find her. The heat and the days that had passed have taken a brutal toll. She can’t be identified by sight. It will take dental records to confirm formally what everyone in New Addington already suspects the moment word starts to spread.

Tia Sharp never left that house at all. Local MP Gavin Barwell has asked for a statement before police have even confirmed it publicly. He chooses his words carefully, but everyone can read between the lines. This is the outcome an entire community had spent eight days praying not to hear. And that same afternoon, Stuart Hazel vanishes.

CCTV picks him up buying a a of vodka at a nearby shop, then walking off alone. Police put out an urgent public warning. If you see this man, do not approach him. Call 999 immediately. For several tense hours, nobody knows where he is. New Addington, already reeling from what was found in that attic hours earlier, now has an active manhunt playing out on top of it.

Then, that evening at 25 past 8, a tip comes in. Officers move fast, and Stuart Hazel is arrested on Cannon Hill Common in Morden, South London. As the van carrying him pulls away, people in the street don’t hold back. They shout at him as he goes. >> He’s a rat! >> He isn’t the only one taken into custody that night.

Just before midnight, Christine is arrested, too, on suspicion of murder. A neighbor is also brought in, suspected of helping cover for whoever was responsible. Across town, Natalie is sitting in front of a television when she sees it, her daughter’s body being carried out of the house she’d once trusted completely.

Because of the state Tia was found in, Natalie isn’t even allowed to see her afterward. She has to say goodbye to a video screen and a police statement instead of her own child. Outside the house, strangers start leaving flowers. A community that spent a week searching for a missing girl now has to grieve a murdered one.

And the man everyone thought was helping look for her is sitting in a police cell. But an arrest isn’t the same as an answer. And investigators are about to discover that what happened to Tia Sharp goes back much further than 1 week in August. To understand how investigators built their case against Stuart Hazel, you have to look at who he actually was.

Not the man who joined search parties and gave tearful interviews, but the man nobody outside that house had ever really seen, Hazel’s own childhood had been chaotic almost from the start. His father spent time in prison. His mother worked in the sex trade. By the time he was old enough to need protecting, social services were already involved, and eventually he ended up in the care system himself.

School didn’t go much better. A psychologist who later evaluated him would describe his intellectual functioning as low. Hazel himself would claim, later, that he’d survived a serious sexual assault at 16. By the time he met Christine, he was carrying 30 prior convictions across three separate prison stints. Drug offenses, robbery, theft, property damage, and other violent offenses.

Just 2 years before he moved into her house, he’d been sentenced to a year in prison for carrying a large blade. None of it seemed to matter to Christine. She’d tell people later that whatever his past looked like on paper, the man she knew was different. Gentle, even. A big, good-natured presence who liked to drink and had clearly had a rough start in life, but who she never once saw raise a hand to anyone in that house.

What she didn’t know, what nobody in that house knew, was what was happening behind closed doors when she wasn’t home. As investigators dug into Hazel’s devices, a picture started to emerge that had nothing to do with search parties or television interviews. For at least the final year of Tia’s life, Hazel had been secretly recording her.

Filming her getting ready, filming her while she slept, always without her knowledge. Detectives would later describe footage of him creeping the camera close to her face as she slept, then pulling back the instant she stirred. >> Hazel filmed her while she was asleep, getting extremely close to her, then pulling back whenever she moved.

At one point, he briefly turned the camera toward the wall, capturing his shadow looming over her. >> Small, strange changes to the house started to make a disturbing kind of sense in hindsight, too. The bathroom door had been taken off its hinges. The lighting in Tia’s bedroom had been altered. At the time, nobody thought much of it.

Investigators came to believe it was deliberate. That Hazel had reshaped parts of the house specifically so he could watch her without being seen. And on his phone, they found something worse. A pattern of searching for and viewing increasingly disturbing, illegal material. The kind that made clear exactly what thoughts Hazel had been carrying around for a long time before that week in August.

A forensic psychologist who studied the case, Dr. Kerry Nixon, offered one possible explanation for what happened that night. Her theory? Hazel may have made an inappropriate move toward Tia. If she pushed him away, if she threatened to tell her mother, it may have been enough to set off the chain of events that ended her life.

It’s a theory, not a confirmed fact. Hazel never gave investigators a straight answer about what actually happened in that house. And in some ways, he never would. Buried among the physical evidence was something investigators hadn’t expected to find. Two memory cards, one hidden inside a door frame downstairs, tucked into a spot no one would think to check.

The way it had been hidden told its own story. Not a careless afterthought, but something deliberately, carefully concealed. On the cards were photos and videos. Some deleted, some not. Specialists managed to recover a final image that had been wiped from one of the cards. And when a pathologist examined it, the conclusion was almost too disturbing to say out loud.

Tia was very likely already dead when it was taken. It remains, to this day, one of the most harrowing pieces of evidence investigators in this case have ever had to process. As for Christine, the woman arrested on suspicion of murder the same night as Hazel. Investigators eventually concluded she’d had no part in any of it.

 She was released on bail, barred from contact with Natalie and her grandchildren while the case continued, and that December, the Metropolitan Police confirmed formally no charges. She was innocent. But innocence didn’t undo the fact that she’d shared a house, a bed, and years of her life with a man capable of this. In the early hours of August 12th, Stuart Hazel was formally charged with Tia’s murder.

The next day, he appeared by video link at Camberwell Green Magistrates Court. No plea entered. The case sent straight up to the Old Bailey for trial. He was remanded to Belmarsh, one of the country’s highest security prisons, held in isolation, away from the general population for his own safety. While he waited for trial, he wrote to his father.

In it, he stuck to his story, that it had all been some kind of accident, that there was no sexual element to any of it. Reading between the lines, what seemed to worry him most wasn’t Tia or her family or what he’d done. It was how his own father would see him now. On September 14th, with the investigation still grinding forward and Hazel still awaiting trial, Tia Sharp was cremated in a small private service.

Away from the cameras that had surrounded her disappearance for weeks, her family said goodbye quietly. There was one more thread to tie off before the main trial could begin. The neighbor arrested the same night as Christine had told police he’d seen Tia alive on the day she was killed, a claim that turned out to be completely false, one that had eaten up valuable investigative time during the search, back when every hour mattered.

He was formally charged that February, denied it in court, and was eventually convicted that August of wasting police time, sentenced to 5 months in prison. A strange, almost forgotten footnote to a much larger tragedy. But for investigators working against the clock that first week, it had been one more false trail pulling resources away from the truth.

 Then came the trial itself. Stuart Hazel pleaded not guilty and showed almost nothing in court. No visible remorse, no reaction to testimony, not even a glance toward Tia’s family sitting a few feet away. Close enough to hear every word. For 4 days, jurors sat through some of the most difficult evidence imaginable, including photographs of Tia that were so distressing, Natalie had to leave the courtroom rather than look at them.

It was 4 days of the family reliving, in exhaustive detail, exactly what they’d spent that August week fearing and then confirming. This time in front of strangers, under courtroom lighting, with Hazel sitting close enough to see. Then, on the fifth day, without warning, Hazel changed his plea. Guilty. >> Tia Sharp’s father said hearing what Hazel did to his daughter shattered his heart.

>> Hazel will be sentenced tomorrow. In my opinion, it will not be enough. He should serve his time, then be hung. >> The police say Stuart Hazel must be removed from society. >> Hazel is a violent and dangerous man who poses a significant risk to young girls. >> He would later say he changed his plea to spare the family more pain.

 A small mercy maybe, but one that only arrived after they’d already sat through four of the five days he could have spared them from the very start. The judge didn’t hold back in his sentencing remarks. He told Hazel directly that the trust Tia’s family had placed in him had been shattered in the worst way imaginable.

A trust that should have kept a child safe turned instead into the very thing that let this happen. Hazel was sentenced to life in prison with a minimum of 38 years before he can even be considered for parole. He’ll be around 75 years old by the time that possibility arrives, if it ever does. The judge stopped short of handing down a whole life sentence, the harshest sentence available, one that guarantees a prisoner never walks free.

To hand that down, he would have needed to be certain the murder itself, not just the abuse that came before it, had been sexually motivated and planned in advance. He said plainly that he had no doubt Hazel had abused Tia, but he could not say with full certainty that her murder had been premeditated for that same reason.

And so, by law, he couldn’t go that far. In the public gallery, there were gasps, sobbing, loud enough to fill the room. And as officers led Hazel away to begin serving that sentence, one man in the gallery couldn’t hold it in any longer. One word shouted across the courtroom. Beast. >> There were gasps from the public gallery.

 Tia’s family was sobbing loudly, and as Hazel was sent down, there was the cry of beast from a man in the public gallery. Now, the judge said that he could have imposed a whole life tariff on Stuart Hazel, but to do that, he would have had to be absolutely sure that the murder itself was sexually motivated.

 He had no doubt, he said, that Hazel had sexually assaulted Tia Sharp, but he had to be sure that the murder itself was sexually motivated, and he was not sure. Now, in his sentencing remarks, he said to Hazel that Tia was a sparky girl who was full of life, but you took that life from her. All that lay ahead of her, a career, loves, and family of her own will now never be.

 Now, after the sentence was handed down, Tia’s mother, Natalie Sharp, left the court this morning. She was asked whether she believed >> To this day, Stuart Hazel has never explained in full what actually happened inside that house. Not the sequence of events, not the reason. Just an accident, he still insists. Even though the evidence tells a very different story.

Natalie walked out of that courtroom changed in a way no camera could really capture. Reporters asked gently whether she felt this case had rippled out past her own family. And in her answer, you could hear someone still trying to measure the size of something that had already grown far bigger than one household, one street, one borough.

 For a while, it became the kind of story an entire country carried uncomfortably. Unable to look away and unable to fully process it, either. Outside the courtroom, the case left marks that outlasted the trial itself. The house in New Addington, the one searched four times, the one where Tia spent her final days, was torn down in 2013.

Too many memories for too many people to leave standing. Tia’s father, Stephen, channeled his grief into advocacy, pushing for tech companies to make it harder to find the kind of material that had fueled what happened to his daughter. It wasn’t a campaign built for headlines. It was a father trying to make sure no other family would ever have to learn what he’d learned about how easily that kind of material could be found.

 Months later, in November 2013, partly in response to Tia’s case and the similarly devastating case of April Jones, major search engines changed their algorithms, making it harder to find the kind of illegal content connected to cases like this one. It’s a small, quiet legacy buried in the fine print of search engine policy, but a real one.

In the years since, the people who loved Tia Sharp have tried to make sure the world remembers more than just how she died. They remember a girl who was loud in the best way, who had opinions and used them, who filled the room the second she walked into it. A girl with a mother she adored, brothers who looked up to her, and a grandmother she called Mom without either of them thinking twice about it.

She trusted the people around her the way any 12-year-old should be able to. That trust was the last thing taken from her, but it isn’t what the people who knew Tia want you to remember. They want you to remember the noise she made in a room, the light she brought into it, and the 12 years she got to be exactly unapologetically herself.

12 years isn’t long enough for anyone, but by every account of the people who loved her, it was enough for Tia Sharp to leave a mark that August of 2012 couldn’t erase.