Southern Fried true crime covers cases that are not suitable for young listeners, and
there may also be some explicit language used. Listener discretion is advised. Graduating
from high school is one of those pivotal milestones that brings with it a mix
of competing emotions excitement for what's coming next, uncertainty for the future, sadness
at leaving some things behind, or perhaps relief to be moving on to adulthood.
Most of all, to use a well worn cliche, there's the knowledge
that the world is your oyster. Whether you're straight off to college, heading
into the workforce, or traveling to see a bit of the world. Knowing
the rest of your life is ahead of you is incredibly liberating, if a
little scary. And that sounds like such a long time the rest of your
life. At that age, the decades yawned before you. It felt like
it took forever to grow up, so you have no idea how fast the
next years will fly. In late May of nineteen ninety three, eighteen year
old Charlotte Childs was standing at this great starting line of life. As the
eldest of her siblings, she was the first to graduate high school and was
already a mature young woman, juggling her studies with a busy social life and
her job at a bank. She was also a young woman who was probably
feeling some relief to leave part of her life behind. She had just made
a big change, breaking up with her toxic boyfriend. But Charlotte wasn't down.
She was buoyant, enjoying being swept up in all the pre graduation events
being held for her alma mater, Holy Hill Academy. She was especially looking
forward to the big day and celebrating with her friends. The thought that she
might never make it to the podium to receive her diploma was the furthest thing
from her mind. Welcome to Episode two seventeen, The Murder of Charlotte Child's.
It was a cloudy but pleasant late spring evening on May twenty seventh,
nineteen ninety three, one high school senior Charlotte Child's hopped into her red Chevy
Geo Storm. She was heading off to a pre graduation get together and the
small town of Holly Hill, Orangeburg County and South Carolina, which was home
to around fifteen hundred people. The eldest of three children, Charlotte Caroline Childs
was born January thirty first, nineteen seventy five, and Simpsonville, South Carolina.
In May of ninety three. Her younger sister was fourteen and her little
brother was around eight years old. By her eighteenth birthday, Charlotte and her
family were living on Root one in the hamlet of Vance, just eight miles
north of Holly Hill, where Charlotte attended school. The tiny town of Vance
where she lived, was first incorporated in eighteen ninety one, and in the
early nineteen nineties it had about two hundred residents. It's down to around one
hundred and fifty these days. Everyone in Charlotte's life knew her as a sweet,
cheerful young woman with a strong work ethic. She was popular and vibrant
and committed to her Baptist faith. She was also a very ambitious young woman,
involved in the South Carolina organ Procurement Association, as well as working after
school at the First National Bank in Holly Hill, and she attended the teen
class of Emmanuel Free Baptist Church of Santee. When it came to their oldest
daughter's social life, John and June Childs completely trusted Charlotte. She was mature
and responsible, and by now her parents didn't wait up for her. She
had her own transportation and they were confident she would get home safely after a
night out. By this time, Charlotte was enjoying being single again. A
few weeks earlier, she had broken up with her boyfriend of two years,
twenty year old Scott Atkinson. Charlotte had things to do and was too young
to be tied down then, and she had darker reasons for ending the relationship
that not everyone knew about. When the pregraduation party ended, Charlotte and her
best friend jumped in her Geo Storm to go home. She was giving her
friend a ride that night. After dropping her friend off around one thirty am
in the tiny nearby town of Utahville, Charlotte headed for home. It was
only six miles away. She should have been home in about ten minutes,
but hours later, as dawn was breaking, John and June were awoken by
the phone ringing Charlotte was in the hospital at the Regional Medical Center in Orangeburg
and she was hurt bad. She was unconscious. The person calling said they
weren't sure how Charlotte had come to sustain her injury. At four fifty five
am, a young man had walked into the emergency room department carrying a naked,
bloodied, and unconscious Charlotte over his shoulder, locating an empty wheelchair,
he sat Charlotte down and went to walk out of the hospital, but he
was stopped by security. Why would anyone abandon a young woman like that without
alerting medical staff and explaining what had happened? Obviously, there's no good reason,
and this young man was pretty short on details. When he spoke to
security, he told them she was just an acquaintance of his and that he
had been driving home that night when he found her lying by the side of
the road naked and beaten. He claimed he had no idea what had happened
to her. As doctors continued their assessment of the young woman, it became
clear that she had not been in some kind of accident. She had been
violently beaten, and not just with someone's fists, but with a hard object.
Security contacted the Orangeboro County Sheriff's office, and Lieutenant Grady Fulmer and Deputy
Randy Clark drove out to the hospital. When they arrived, they spoke to
the young man who had brought Charlotte into the hospital. He was twenty year
old Holly Hill resident Daniel Scott Atkinson, who went by his middle name Scott.
He gave the officers pretty much the same details he had provided to medical
staff, but right off things didn't sit right with his story. Lieutenant Fulmer
and Deputy Clark were suspicious enough of Scott's story to put in a call requesting
the assistance of Sheriff's detective Larry Williams. When he arrived at the medical center
around seven to twenty am, he observed Scott standing near Charlotte's Geo Storm,
which was parked near the entrance to the hospital. Detective Williams did a quick
once over of the vehicle. A rifle lay in the trunk and the car
had obvious bloodstains and loose hairs. Scott explained to Detective Williams that the evening
before, he and Charlotte had been hanging out at a friend's place. Scott
said he didn't stay the whole time and took off to go have some beers
elsewhere. Around midnight, he claimed he saw Charlotte driving around town with friends.
He said he then drove to her house and she arrived home around the
same time. And he claimed that he and Charlotte had sex. Scott told
the detective he then left at around one thirty or two in the morning to
go get gas. Upon arriving back at Charlotte's house, he said he found
her sitting in the driver's seat of the Geo Storm covered in blood. Panicked,
Scott moved to Charlotte, whom he now admitted was his ex girlfriend,
and to the other seat and drove her to the hospital to Detective Williams.
Something was immediately off with Scott's story. The detective decided to take him to
the Orangeburg Calhoun Lawlaw Enforcement Complex for further questioning. There, Scott waved his
Miranda rights and gave a written statement. He nervously proceeded to tell the detective
that the previous evening he had been drinking and was so intoxicated that he ran
his nineteen eighty seven Ford Mustang into a ditch near Charlotte's house. Just as
Scott was wondering what to do, Charlotte came along on her way home for
the night. When he explained what had happened, she drove him back to
her place to call someone. After a friend of Scott's was unable to help,
Scott claimed Charlotte called a wrecker who came to pull the Mustang out of
the ditch. According to him, after driving back to Charlotte's house, the
pair then got into an argument. Things turned physical, and Scott admitted that
he lost control and struck Charlotte in the face three times using his fist,
alleging that she had hid him in the face first. Throughout the interview you,
Scott continually asked whether his ex girlfriend was going to press charges and was
anxious about the status of her condition. He continued telling Detective Williams he didn't
fully appreciate the extent of Charlotte's injuries at the time, but he knew he
had to do something. Scott said he put Charlotte in the car and headed
for the hospital, but on the way, as he approached the nearby town
of Santee, he saw a Best Western motel on his right. He said
he changed his mind, hoping that if you put Charlotte in the shower,
she would come too. Scott pulled in and got himself a room before carrying
Charlotte inside. He claimed that once he got Charlotte inside and washed her under
the shower, he not only realized she was still bleeding, but her condition
was much worse than he had originally thought. It was then that he placed
her back in the car and drove to the hospital. Detective Williams immediately called
bullshit on the whole thing, not just because of Scott's completely contradictory stories or
the fact that the detective couldn't smell any alcohol on the young man, which
you would expect if he was as drunk as he claimed. The evidence in
Charlotte's vehicle was proof the young woman had been brutally beaten. In the trunk
of her car, where the rifle had been found, were more bloodstains.
Both Charlotte's geostorm and Scott's Mustang were taken in for forensic processing by the South
Carolina Law Enforcement Division or sled back At the medical center, Charlotte's head injuries
were so bad that doctors knew she needed more urgent care than they could provide.
She was airlifted to Richland Memorial Hospital in Columbia, forty five miles away,
where she underwent emergency surgery and was placed in the neuro intensive care unit.
A family friend named Duncan Hall told The Times in Democrat that seeing Charlotte
in the hospital was horrible. She was so badly beaten that her head was
swollen four times its normal size. Even her hands were swollen. He said,
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Charlotte was fighting for her life in critical condition, Scott was arrested and charged
with kidnapping and assault and battery with intent to kill. Orangeburg County Magistrate Peggy
Davis released Scott on a twenty thousand dollars personal recognizance bond, citing the fact
that he didn't have a criminal record, he had the support of his parents,
and she didn't consider him a flight risk. According to The Times and
Democrat, Scott was instructed to abide by a ten pm curfew, not leave
South Carolina, turn up to court, and keep seeing his psychologist. Scott
Atkinson had graduated from Hollyhill Academy himself in nineteen ninety one and had just finished
his sophomore year of college at Francis Marion College in Florence, South Carolina,
but he was home for the summer with his parents, Daniel and Cathy until
classes resumed. As I mentioned earlier, Scott and Charlotte had dated for around
two years before the attack, when she ended the relationship not long after the
couple attended the Hollyhill Academy's junior senior prom Charlotte seemed to be okay with things,
but Scott, who felt the childs were like his second family, didn't
want to let go. In the days before the attack, he had been
calling and harassing Charlotte at work, which her coworkers noticed. He had also
taken to following her around in his car as she drove, trying to run
her off the road on multiple occasions in an attempt to talk to her.
Back at Richland Memorial, Charlotte had deteriorated despite surgery. That evening, her
classmates in Holly Hill were graduating, but the celebration was overshadowed by the incredible
sadness that had engulfed the senior class and the school faculty. The academy principal
set a special prayer for Charlotte and her family Sadly at eight forty three pm
on May twenty eighth, the eighteen year old passed away. Charlotte never regained
consciousness, so police weren't able to interview her about what really happened. The
following morning, Scott Atkinson was charged with murder and taken to the Orangeburg Calhoun
Detention Center to await a new bond hearing. At Charlotte's autopsy in Charleston,
Orangeburg County Corner Semwhat, a marshal found that some of the blunt injuries looked
like they had been inflicted by the butt of a rifle, the same type
of weapon which was found in the trunk of Charlotte's car after Scott had driven
her to the hospital. The young woman had been struck at least fourteen times
in the head, resulting in multiple skull fractures, but it was impossible to
tell how many of those blows were inflicted by the butt of the rifle.
Charlotte also had genital bruising consistent with sexual assault. Her cause of death was
cerebral edema, or swelling of the brain, according to the Times in Democrat.
At Charlotte's funeral in Holly Hill on Memorial Day, the Reverend Hermannheimann spoke
fondly of the young woman and the happy memories she would leave with her loved
ones, describing her as a sweet child, a special child, and the
hearts of her family and loved ones. He went on, we like to
remember the good things, the things that are dear to our hearts. She
was later buried in Forest Hill's Memorial Park in Elberton, Georgia. Two days
after her funeral, on June second, Scott was denied bond by Circuit Judge
William Howitt, though he could request another hearing after thirty days. As Detective
Williams and team continued the investigation, they learned more about Scott's threatening behavior towards
Charlotte in the lead up to her death. Earlier in the week, he
had followed her to her best friend's home in Utahville, confronting her by saying
she had destroyed his life, so he was going to destroy hers. The
night of the pregraduation party, Scott turned up uninvited in front of Charlotte's friends.
He grabbed her by the arm, saying, Charlotte, You're never going
to get rid of me. I'm going to fuck your world up. Despite
how discerning Scott's behavior was, according to Charlotte's friends, she wasn't worried about
him actually doing anything. Charlotte felt her ex was all talk, that he
was just pressuring her to convince her to get back together with him. She
never dreamed he would actually physically hurt her. Authorities had also contacted the Best
Western and santi where Scott had checked in before taking Charlotte to the medical center.
The amount of blood found in the room by housekeeping staff, including a
bloody tennis shoe print, indicated that rather than Scott taking Charlotte there to try
to help her, he instead subjected her to a brutal beating. The motel's
night manager told police that around three fifteen am, a man matching Scott's description
and with traces of blood on him, paid for a room. She then
saw Scott pulling a woman out of the trunk and carrying her inside. The
manager says she reported what she saw, but there was no record of her
with the Sheriff's department. Law enforcement had also spoken to a Utahville woman whose
daughter had previously dated Scott. The woman told investigators she had observed Scott pushing
and shoving her daughter, whom he was stalking. She later testified it was
just a very nervous time for all of us because I saw extreme jealousy and
threats. On July twentieth, Scott was denied bond for a second time,
much to the overwhelming relief of Charlotte's family. The defense presented a clinical psychologist
who testified as to a battery of tests Scott had undergone. According to Scott's
parents, since the age of twelve, their son had made multiple suicide attempts,
suffered from alcohol abuse, and was being treated for depression, but he
wasn't in therapy or taking medication at the time of the assault. Tensions ran
high during the proceedings, with a family friend of the child's, Duncan Hall,
being removed from the courtroom for shouting. He was the same man who
served as the family spokesperson for the press. One report said the protective man
had jumped in front of two TV reporters who were trying to get to Charlotte's
family at the hospital. The following day, at Scott's preliminary hearing before Magistrate
Peggy Davis, First Circuit Solicitor Walter Bailey announced that the state would be pursuing
the death penalty in contrast to Scott's version of events. Prosecutors believed that after
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Scott attacked his ex girlfriend, viciously beating her unconscious before putting her in the
trunk of her own car and hopping in the driver's seat. He drove to
the motel in Santy, where he checked in and carried Charlotte inside there,
he continued viciously beating her with his fists and the butt of the rifle.
After some time, he put her back in the vehicle and drove Charlotte to
the the hospital. It seems obvious he also sexually assaulted her in the motel
room. Not only has she shown signs of rape in the autopsy, he
had been careful to tell the police that they had had consensual sex that night
in case they found evidence of the assault. Scott maintained he had only ever
struck Charlotte with his hands and nothing else, in what one of his attorneys
described as a crime of passion. Following a motion from the defense, the
charge of assault and battery with intent to kill was dropped, but Scott was
still headed to trial. That was until March thirtieth, nineteen ninety four,
when twenty one year old Scott Atkinson pled guilty to Charlotte's murder after cutting a
deal with prosecutors following consultation with Charlotte's family. The last thing they wanted to
put themselves through was more delays for a death penalty trial, let alone a
minimum of thirteen years of appeals in the event of a conviction, which is
what prosecutors had advised would likely happen. The kidnapping and grand larceny charges were
also dropped. This was because Scott had entered an Alfred plea most true crime
listeners know. This is where an accused person doesn't admit to guilt, but
instead acknowledges there is sufficient evidence for a jury to find them guilty. At
sentencing, Scott struggled to get through his address to the court and to Charlotte's
family. One of his attorneys had to finish reading his statement, which said,
I know that nothing that I will ever say or do will ever change
what has happened. For two years of my life, you all have been
like a second family to me, and I would give anything to go back
and change what has happened. No one deserves the grief and heartache that I
have put you and my family through, and for the rest of my life
I'll have to live with the fact that I'm the cause of it. I
know I have no right to ask anything from you, but I would like
you to please understand that I would never had this happen in a million years.
I loved Charlotte very much, and as God is my witness, I'll
do everything in my power to make some good come out of all of this.
I owe that to God, to your family and mine, and most
of all, to Charlotte. At this time, I would like to say
to all of your family and to all that have suffered because of this,
I humbly beg that someday you will find it in your heart to forgive me.
I am very sorry. Scott concluded his statement by reiterating that Charlotte's death
was an accident, saying, I'm sure if both of us were not drinking,
none of this would have ever happened. He denied ever stalking Charlotte or
intentionally harming her way to get a final shot in at Charlotte, it doesn't
matter if she was drinking. It doesn't matter if he was drinking. There
is no excuse for what looks like a vicious, premeditated attack and sexual assault
of this girl he supposedly loved so much. Judge Charles Whetstone sentenced Scott Atkinson
to life in prison. Under South Carolina law, he would be eligible for
parole after a mandatory twenty years. Despite how hollow Scott's words may ring for
some, Charlotte's parents believed his emotional apology was genuine. Still, this didn't
diminish the gaping void that the loss of their sweet Charlotte left. Her mother
June told The Times and Democrat, he destroyed our lives, the people in
Holly Hill. He will never know exactly what he did. There's no way
we will ever forget, but we can try to start putting a little normalcy
back into our lives, especially for the kids. Forty seven year old Daniel
Scott Atkinson was released on parole on August seventh, twenty twenty, after serving
twenty seven years of his life sentence. Today, the fifty one year old
is currently believed to be residing in Colleton County, with his parole due to
end in January twenty thirty eight. It is difficult to accept that a murderer
walks free while an eighteen year old girl lies cold in her grave. A
man that age can still father children and have a whole other chance at life.
Charlotte would be close to my age today, probably married with children of
her own. The smart and ambitious young woman was also on her way to
a career she was passionate about, and Scott didn't just rub Charlotte of her
life. He took her from her parents, her brother and sister, her
friends. They lost an aunt, nieces, nephews, cousins, grandchildren.
The loss of a young person reverberates traumatically for generations, all of it taken
away by abusive man who intentionally hurt Charlotte. He might have brought her to
the hospital, but really did he think she had a chance to live after
that beating? No, he destroyed her, just like he said he would.
As passionate as I feel, I do very much understand why Charlotte's family
accepted the plea deal. I have often said, no matter how you feel
morally about the death penalty, the automatic appeals process causes seemingly endless pain for
the victim's family, and I always support a family's right to be involved in
the plea decision. Ali Managacus, the founder and executive director of South Carolina
for Criminal Justice Reform, said, I don't know how anyone could say that
someone doesn't change in thirty years, or that someone hasn't paid their debts in
thirty years, even individuals that have been sentenced to death. Maybe she is
right, maybe I've become jaded, but I don't think so. I think
there are times when parole is fair true crimes of passion lesser murder charges.
I think the problem with Charlotte's story is that Scott harassed and threatened her.
He told her he would kill her, and he fulfilled that promise. He
took away her dignity and destroyed her and her family. He was just lucky
that her family believed in forgiveness, even in their despair at losing Charlotte in
such a horrific way. For the sake of Charlotte's family and the broader community,
we can only hope that her killer has learned the lessons that only having
your freedom taken away can bring. Domestic violence cases are always hard to tell,
especially when victims are as young as Charlotte, but it is so important
to tell these stories. I hope other teenagers learn about the warning signs and
take them seriously. It never seems like someone who once loved you so much
could actually hurt you, but statistically they are most likely to hurt you if
you are experiencing abuse. There is help in the US. Call one eight
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