together. cobb county prosecutor jesse evans. first thing they did is go downstairs to see if they could find nick s mom. her car was there. she should be there. while christina stayed by the door, nick went inside. someone was there but not his mom. nick turned the corner and he saw something move across the bedroom down the long hallway. it was a dark figure wearing gloves and a mask. the stranger suddenly stabbed nick and left him for dead. as he s laying there on the floor, he actually sees his perpetrator run from the house. christina began really freaking out. she was terrified. christina ran upstairs to her apartment to get help. her babysitter katheryn was there with her boyfriend scott. they hurried downstairs. christina started walking towards the sliding glass door and i grabbed her shoulders and i stopped her and i said, don t touch anything. the glass door was smeared with blood. the scene inside was unspeakable. somebody said, oh my gosh, there s nick, a
are you going to do? i said, i ve got to get that boy out of there. boy. scott grabbed an axe from the garage with protection and then dropped it when he realized how desperately nick needed help. he wasn t breathing. i smacked him a few times and nothing happened so i started screaming at him and started smacking him harder and telling him he wasn t going to die today. all of a sudden he kind of bolted up. at that point iisaid, you re alive! scott picked up the little boy and bolted from the house. he squeezed nick tightly against his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. he was running and yelling down the street, call 911, call 911. call 911. lottie was at work when she got a frantic call from her daughter. she was hysterical. she was saying that nick was hurt and i drove home as fast as i could. i was screaming for christina
for lottie. in the fall of 1995 she moved to cobb county georgia, just north of atlanta. she lived in this house with her daughter christina. this is an upper scale neighborhood. me and christina were always outside. life was really good. i was happy. their downstairs neighbors were carmen smith and her son nick. nick had a million dollar smile, just like his mom. kristin haran is carmen s sister. she was a gorgeous strawberry blond, feisty. very outgoing young woman who loved her son more than anything in the whole world. they were just like two peas in a pod. it was a monday afternoon, the week before halloween. nick and christina got off the school bus and walked home
was a problem. what was a nuisance at first lottie says quickly escalated. her phone was ringing off the hook up to 100 times a day. why didn t you just stop talking to this person? i should have. i felt really sorry for him. i really didn t want him to get into trouble. it sounds so crazy. maybe that also says about you you re a very good person. or very foolish person. foolish because his stalking became bolder, increasingly bizarre. he started flipping out, yelling at the top of his lungs he s going to get me, slit my daughter s throat in front of me. i would come home from work and there would be a pair of my underwear on my doorknob or a few days later a bra. what message is he sending? look at me, i m getting in your place, getting away with it. there s nothing you can do. another time i came home early and went into my bedroom and there was waseem daker naked wearing garter hose and
bedroom down the long hallway. it was a dark figure wearing gloves and a mask. the stranger suddenly stabbed nick and left him for dead. as he s laying there on the floor he actually sees his perpetrator run from the house. christina began freaking out. she was terrified. christina ran upstairs to her apartment to get help. her babysitter catherine was there with her boyfriend scott. they hurried downstairs. christina started walking toward the sliding glass door and i grabbed her and i said don t touch anything. the door was smeared with blood and the scene inside was unspeakable. somebody said oh my gosh, there s nick and you could see him through the window on the floor in a pool of blood. i said get out of here and go down the street. she said what are you going to do? i said i have to get that boy out of there. i m not leaving without the boy.