Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30771515-20170214100658

This is my attempt to redeem my story in order for it to get posted on the sight. I edited it to Empy's advice and I would really appreciate it if he reads it to either give me the thumbs up or down. P.S. If someone can help me so I can add the asterisks without the black boxes of text appearing, that would be lovely. Either way, enjoy.

Author's Note: Text between two asterisks describe the various sounds heard in the recording. Text in normal parentheses are the voice tones heard throughout the recording. Text in the bracket parentheses is information that was discovered after the call was made and the crime scene was investigated. Text within the less than and greater than symbols is audio from the recording that was not intelligible until extensive examination was applied, so the dispatcher wasn't able to hear it.

This conversation between a Trenton County emergency dispatcher and six year-old girl named Phoebe Baxter was recorded moments before her abduction and moments after the murder of Katelynn Baxter on September 27, 1988. This recording was released by the Miltonville Police Department to Detective John Cranston, who then released it to the public in a desperate attempt to get information on the mother of Baxter and her lover. If you have information on the whereabouts of Sara Jean Baxter or Bobby Ray Tannicky, contact the Miltonville Police Department or any law enforcement agency to be rewarded. Listener discretion is advised, contents are somewhat graphic and extremely disturbing.

Dispatcher: 22:34, unit D-4 please return to department headquarters.

Unit D-4: Copy that.

Dispatcher: 22:36 receiving call, add to log.

Dispatcher: 911 what is your emergency?

*High pitched scream*

Phoebe: THEY KILLED HERRRR!

*Intense crying*

Dispatcher: Ma'am can you please calm down, what seems to be the problem?

Phoebe: HELP ME PLEAAAASSEEE! THEY KILLED MY SISTER!

*Sobs become more erratic*

(Operator realizes it's a little girl on the phone.)

Dispatcher: Y-young lady, I can't help you if you can't talk normally, I can't hear what you're saying if you're screaming. Now quietly, can you tell me your name and tell me what happened.

Phoebe: (Regains composure) *still in a sobbing voice* Mommy and her boyfriend killed my sister! They killed her!

*Continues crying loudly*

Dispatcher: Can you tell me your name please?

Phoebe: It's Phoebe......

*Sniffles*

Dispatcher: Okay Phoebe, my name is Martha, now can you tell me your last name?

Phoebe: B-Baxter.... can you help me please they killed my sister!

Dispatcher: All Miltonville Units, we have a possible 187, ears out for address once obtained, I repeat we have a possible 187 in Miltonville, ears out for address once obtained. Any unit close to the area respond STAT once address is given.

Dispatcher: Okay, Phoebe are you still there?

Phoebe: (While sobbing softly) Yes...

Dispatcher: Okay, now can you give me your address?

Phoebe: *sniffles* Address?

Dispatcher: It's the number that's in the front of your house and the street you live in.

Phoebe: Oh it's [address expunged], miss is help coming? I'm really really scared. They're going to kill me too I just know it. *Sniffles*

Dispatcher: All Units, I repeat All Units, those that are close to the Baxter residence at [address expunged] respond to the scene as soon as possible.

Unit B-1: Unit B-1 is close to the address. On route now.

Dispatcher: Copy that B-1.

Dispatcher: Okay Phoebe an officer is on their way to your house, you have nothing to worry about. Now, how old are you?

Phoebe: *Sniffles* Okay thank you miss and I'm six years old.

Dispatcher: (Slight pause) Umm okay and now let's talk about the situation, what happened? Tell me everything from the beginning.

*Door handle jiggles violently*

Bobby Ray: PHHOOOEEEBEE! Open the door baby we just wanna talk, I know you're in there!

*Bangs on door*

*Phoebe begins to sob once more*

Phoebe: (In a low whisper) Oh my god oh my god they know where I am help me! Please help me I don't want to die.... *Sniffles*

Dispatcher: (Under her breath) Oh fuck oh fuck.

Dispatcher: (In a frantic tone) Okay Phoebe, what room are you in right now?

Phoebe: I'm in the laundry room miss I'm scared, I'm so scared!

*Door handle continues to jerk*

Phoebe (Screaming): GO AWAY! YOU GUYS KILLED KATIE!

Bobby Ray (In background): 

Sara (In background): 

*Door jerks*

Dispatcher: Damn, damn okay is there any way you can get out other than the door?

Phoebe: *Clears throat* Yeah there's a window right here...

*large pound*

Phoebe (Screeching): Please go aaaaaaaaway! I don't want to die!

Dispatcher: Shit! Okay, okay do you have a neighbor that you trust a lot?

Phoebe: (Calming down from loud sob) Ummmm yeah Mrs. Ross, she's an old lady who lives across the street.

Dispatcher: Are you using your house phone?

Phoebe: *Sniffles* Yes.

Phoebe: Miss you said the police are coming! I don't want to die.

*Large pound on door*

Sara: Phoebe open this door right now!

Sara: I just wanna talk baby.

Phoebe: NO! You killed Katie! I saw you and Bobby Ray do it!

*Begins to cry again*

Dispatcher: Phoebe? Phoebe can you hear me?

Phoebe: Yes..

Dispatcher: Okay do exactly as I say, do you understand?

Phoebe: *Sniffles* Okay.

Dispatcher: Jump out the window and run as fast as you can to Mrs. Ross's house, do not hang up and once you're inside have Mrs. Ross lock every door and window and then call 911 again, I'll be the one answering okay, then pass her to me so I can tell her what's happening, understand?

(In the background) Sara: Phoebe don't make me come in there!

Dispatcher: Go now Phoebe!

*Sound of window opening*

*Loud thud followed by a groan*

*Two gunshots*                                                   [Phoebe's mother shot the doorknob twice in order to open the door]

Dispatcher: Oh my god.

Dispatcher: Phoebe?!

Sara: Get over here you fucking brat!

Dispatcher: Phoebe are you there?

*Grass shuffling against each other*

Bobby Ray: You let her get away! Fuck! I'm starting to feel like you don't want her to be sacrificed!

Sara: I never did you son of a bitch. She's my fucking daughter. Katie was going to take her place since she's lived longer than her! But then she walked in on us and fucked up the whole offering! I told you to put something behind that door so she wouldn't walk in!

Bobby Ray: I doubted Katie was going to do the trick anyways, once our lord picks someone, that's who he gets. No matter what.

Sara: At least I know her soul will be used to bring him back. Oh Phoebe....

Dispatcher (Under breath): What the fuck?

Bobby Ray: Well what the fuck you waiting for! Go get her!

(Phone call comes in through another line)

Dispatcher: Oh please, for the love of god let this be you.

*Answers the other line*

Dispatcher: Phoebe is this you? Are you there?

Mrs. Ross (In background): Can you tell me what's wrong sweetie? Why are you crying? And who's on the phone?

Dispatcher: Phoebe?

Phoebe: *Sniffles* It's the police... Miss Martha wants to talk to you.

Mrs. Ross: Miss Martha? Police? Let me see that.

Mrs. Ross: Hello?

Dispatcher: Ma'am this is the Trenton County 911 Emergency Dispatch my name is Martha [last name expunged], please lock all your doors and windows immediately.

Mrs. Ross: Wha- we- may I ask what this is about?

Dispatcher: I'll explain once I know Phoebe is safe within the walls of your home. Please hurry.

Mrs. Ross: Umm, okay hold on.

Mrs. Ross: Oh Phoebe what is going on, I hope you didn't do anything wrong.

(Ross commences locking every door and window of her home, Phoebe follows)

Dispatcher: Unit B-1, suspects are armed and dangerous. Proceed with extreme caution.

Unit B-1: Copy that.

Phoebe: 

*Sobs uncontrollably*

Mrs. Ross: 

*Footsteps approaching the phone*

Mrs. Ross: Excuse me operator, little Phoebe here claims her mother killed her oldest daughter, I don't know whether to believe her, she's lied to me before.

Dispatcher: Ma'am, everything Phoebe said is true. The police are on their way to the Baxter residence as we speak, is everything locked?

*Long pause*

Dispatcher: Ma'am? Are you there?

Mrs. Ross: Yes everything is locked but this can't be happening, Sara was always a loving mother. Our lord and savior please have mercy upon her soul...

Phoebe (In background): 

Dispatcher: Okay perfect, now keep an eye out for Phoebe's mother or her boyfriend, if they walk towards your home before the police arrive I want you and Phoebe to run into your basement or attic and hide there until their arrival, do you understand?

Mrs. Ross: Jesus, Mary and Joseph please protect this child of yours.

Mrs. Ross: Yes operator, I understand.

Dispatcher: Any other units nearby proceed to the Baxter residence a 187 has been reported and B-1 needs backup.

Unit A-2: Dispatch, we are near the residence, will backup B-1 as requested.

Unit B-1: Approaching scene now.

Dispatcher: Copy that B-1 and A-2.

Dispatcher: Okay Mrs. Ross are you still there?

Phoebe (In background): Mrs. Ross the police are here! They're here!

Mrs Ross: Uhh y-yes I am, I'm looking out the window and see the patrol car pulling up to Phoebe's house.

Dispatcher: Okay good, now can you pass the phone to Phoebe now? Thank you for your cooperation.

Mrs. Ross: *Clears throat* No problem, Phoebe Miss Martha would like to talk to you again.

Phoebe (Joyful tone): Hey miss the police are here! Can you tell them to get my sister if she's not dead please?

Dispatcher: B-1 there is an adolescent female in the basement either with multiple injuries or suspected dead.

Unit B-1: Copy that.

Dispatcher: I already did Phoebe don't worry, now can you tell me what you saw? Tell me everything that you remember.

Phoebe: Okay ummm well I was in my room watching TV when I got hungry and went to the kitchen to get an apple. I didn't see anyone home, then I heard noises coming from the basement....

Dispatcher: Noises?

Phoebe: Yeah.... I put my ear next to the door to hear what the noises were, and I heard my big sister crying and screaming but you couldn't hear it that much because something was covering her mouth.

Dispatcher: How old is your sister?

Phoebe: *Sniffles* Sh-she's fifteen years old.

Dispatcher: Okay then what happened?

Phoebe: I-I heard my mom say "shut the f-word up and stay still" and Bobby Ray was saying some weird words, I slowly opened the door and spied on them from the stairs..... and MOMMMY WAS KILLING KATIE!

*Erratic, loud crying*

Phoebe: She was cutting her in the chest and putting her blood in a bowl! And Bobby Ray was reading from a big black book while she was doing it!

*Sobs rigorously*

Dispatcher: And then what happened?

Dispatcher: And was your mom's boyfriend speaking a different language?

Mrs. Ross (In background): Dear Jesus almighty... may her soul be in heaven.

Phoebe: I screamed and th-then they saw me so I ran to the laundry room and locked the door and I don't know it-it sounded weird!

Phoebe (In a sobbing scream): MISS WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY PARENTS?!

*Gunshots heard in the distance*

Mrs. Ross (In background): Oh my god.

Mrs. Ross (In a frantic tone): Phoebe let me talk to Miss Martha, quickly!

Mrs. Ross: Ma'am I'm looking out the window and Sara's boyfriend just shot one of the cops in the head!

Mrs. Ross: Jesus Christ.

Dispatcher: Ma'am calm down please.

Mrs. Ross: S-Sara is n-now walking out of the house dragging another officer with one hand, oh my word. You were right Phoebe....

Mrs. Ross: Now it looks like she is..... oh my god.

Dispatcher: What is she doing ma'am?

Mrs. Ross (Voice breaking): She is lighting the the body on fire... now Bobby is taking some sort of book out.

Mrs. Ross: What in the world-

Dispatcher: Ma'am what do you see?

Mrs. Ross: Th-the body..... it's gone.... d-dissolved.

Dispatcher: Ma'am are you sure you're not just seeing things?

Mrs. Ross: Dear lord they are possessed by the fallen angel himself.

Dispatcher: Son of a bitch.

Dispatcher: All Units, I repeat all Units, two officers down at the Baxter residence, I repeat two officers down at the Baxter residence any unit near the area respond immediately.

Mrs. Ross (In a tone of deep horror and astonishment): OH MY GOD.

Dispatcher: Mrs. Ross?

Mrs. Ross: HE IS LOOKING RIGHT AT ME.

Dispatcher: Go to a basement or attic now. Do not let anyone in or out.

Dispatcher: Take Phoebe and lock yourselves in immediately I'm sending backup.

Phoebe (In background): Mrs. Ross? Mrs. Ross!

Mrs. Ross: Oh umm sorry about that, Phoebe let's go to the basement, now.

*Shuffling and footsteps*

Phoebe (In background): My mommy is coming isn't she? Please don't let her come in.

Mrs. Ross: Now Phoebe let's go!

Unit E-3: Dispatch, Unit E-3 is on route now.

Dispatcher: copy that E-3, any other unit backup E-3, the assailants are armed and extremely dangerous.

Unit E-3: copy that.

Dispatcher: Mrs. Ross, help is on the way just stay away from Phoebe's mom the longest you can okay?

Mrs. Ross (In a fast whisper): Lord have mercy on our souls, Lucifer is in the flesh. Michael please come down and smite the abominations which have manifested themselves inside of Sara and Bobby with your mighty sword.

Dispatcher: Ma'am can you hear me?

Mrs. Ross (Whispering): Yes we are in the basement I have Phoebe with me, the phone cord is extremely long so I was able to bring it.

Dispatcher: Okay, perfect try not to make any noise, now can you pass me to Phoebe?

Mrs. Ross (Whispering): Ye-yeah, hey Phoebe Miss Martha wants to talk to you again, talk to her in a w-whisper so your mother won't hear us.

Phoebe (In a quiet sob): Yes m-miss?

Dispatcher: Phoebe is there anything else you can tell me about your mother or her boyfriend that is weird to you? Like anything that you didn't like or thought was funny about them that you can remember? This will help the police very much.

Phoebe: Ummmm..

Phoebe: Mommy wasn't mommy after she met Bobby Ray.

Dispatcher: What do you mean by that?

Phoebe: *Sniffles* There is s-something inside her, something very scary.

Phoebe: Instead of praying to God every night like always, she and Bobby Ray started praying to someone called Lel-Kwavzza.

Phoebe: I-I think he's the boss of the bad guys...

Dispatcher: Why do you think that?

Phoebe: Because whe-

*Large pound with metallic clinking and wood splitting* [The door was broken down by an unknown source]

*High pitched scream from Phoebe followed by thud and metallic scraping* [The phone dropped from Baxter's hands and slid across the door]

Mrs. Ross: Oh my god Phoebe hide!

Dispatcher (Frantic tone): Phoebe? Mrs. Ross? Can you hear me? What was that noise? Phoebe?

*Footsteps approaching*

Mrs. Ross: N-no please Sara you're better than this, she's just a child please have mercy I-I know you're in there.

Sara (In a joyful tone): Paaaammela. It is so nice to see you! And I'm sorry, I would if I could. But my child needs to be with me.

Dispatcher: Mrs. Ross? Mrs. Ross? Oh god

Dispatcher: Unit D-3 where are you respond now

Mrs. Ross (In a begging tone): why would you kill Katie she's your daughter I know you're in there somewhere please fight this, the lord forgives all their children please Sara please.

Sara: Your god can't help you now.

Mrs. Ross: H-he can, he is almighty and caring. He will cure you from whatever disease that man has infected you with, I promise.

*Laughter from Sara*

Sara: You really don't get it huh old lady? You will though, he will walk the Earth once more.

Mrs. Ross (Frightful tone): W-who's he Sara?

*Long pause*

Mrs. Ross: Sara? Are you th-

*Sound of bone snapping followed by heavy thud*

Dispatcher: Oh my god.

Dispatcher: Mrs. Ross?! Phoebe?!

Dispatcher: Damn it D-3 where are you?!

*Footsteps approaching*

Bobby Ray: Got rid of them, you find her yet? The Grand Mages Masterson are waiting for us. We have fifteen minutes. You know how much they hate being kept waiting.

Sara: Shhhh.... ohhhh Phhooooeebbeee!

Sara: We know you're here!

Sara: Come out come out, wherever you are! We're not going to hurt you baby, we actually have a treat for you! When's the last time I've took you to your favorite place in the wooorrrlldddd?

Bobby Ray: Damn it Sara, we're the head alchemists we can't be doing this shit and get late. I'll find her.

*Sounds of heavy metal dropping on floor followed by clinking of aluminum and scraping of wood against concrete*

Bobby Ray: Here she is.

Phoebe (In a severely panicked tone): No no no let me go let me go!

Sara: Sweetie, we are not going to do anything you you, didn't you say you wanted to meet Mr. Chuckles and Mr. Giggles so bad?

Bobby Ray: Let's go.

Dispatcher: Any unit available respond to the residence across the Baxter home ASAP there is a 207-A in progress, I repeat there is a 207-A in progress god damn it!

Unit A-5: On route now.

*High pitched scream from Baxter*

*Sounds of kicking and punching*

*Sound of deep scratching on a surface/wall along with footsteps*

Dispatcher: Phoebe?! Mrs. Ross?! Can one of you answer me?!

Bobby Ray: 

*Footsteps approaching*

Dispatcher: Phoebe? Mrs. Ross?

Bobby Ray: Hello there Martha.

Dispatcher (Under her breath): How in the fuck?

Dispatcher: I'm guessing your Bobby, please if you have mercy you'd let Phoebe go. She's only six!

Bobby Ray: No, n-n-n-no can do. You see, little Pheebs was chosen by none other than the lord himself. She will be sacrificed in order for his resurrection. But don't worry, I have a surprise for you.

Dispatcher: What's the surprise, huh? Causing more pain and suffering than you already did.

Bobby Ray: Nope: Your son Jacob is next on the list. All hail Lel-Kwavzza.

*Phone hangs up* 