Anonymous

The man promised to call back, but never followed through. Numerous hoaxes and mentally ill individuals also claimed to be the poet, further complicating the investigation. In early June 1980, the first letter from the poet arrived that wasn't postmarked from Wichita, but from Oklahoma City, 160 miles to the south.

The man promised to call back, but never followed through. Numerous hoaxes and mentally ill individuals also claimed to be the poet, further complicating the investigation. In early June 1980, the first letter from the poet arrived that wasn't postmarked from Wichita, but from Oklahoma City, 160 miles to the south.

Around the same time, police received an anonymous tip saying that a man resembling the poet was living in a trailer west of the city, having been fired from his job seven months earlier. Detectives looked into his psychological profile, which appeared to match the poet's. Hopeful that they finally had a promising lead, they organised for Ruth Finlay to view the man in a police line-up.

Around the same time, police received an anonymous tip saying that a man resembling the poet was living in a trailer west of the city, having been fired from his job seven months earlier. Detectives looked into his psychological profile, which appeared to match the poet's. Hopeful that they finally had a promising lead, they organised for Ruth Finlay to view the man in a police line-up.

Around the same time, police received an anonymous tip saying that a man resembling the poet was living in a trailer west of the city, having been fired from his job seven months earlier. Detectives looked into his psychological profile, which appeared to match the poet's. Hopeful that they finally had a promising lead, they organised for Ruth Finlay to view the man in a police line-up.

She determined that he was not her stalker. Over a month and a half later, the poet escalated once more, leaving a bottle of urine on the Finley's front porch. This was just one of many disturbing items he had placed on the couple's property during his reign of terror. Among the other objects were an ice pick, firecrackers, cigarettes, hair, matches, and trash.

She determined that he was not her stalker. Over a month and a half later, the poet escalated once more, leaving a bottle of urine on the Finley's front porch. This was just one of many disturbing items he had placed on the couple's property during his reign of terror. Among the other objects were an ice pick, firecrackers, cigarettes, hair, matches, and trash.

She determined that he was not her stalker. Over a month and a half later, the poet escalated once more, leaving a bottle of urine on the Finley's front porch. This was just one of many disturbing items he had placed on the couple's property during his reign of terror. Among the other objects were an ice pick, firecrackers, cigarettes, hair, matches, and trash.

On several occasions, the Finleys discovered ingredients for Molotov cocktails. Eggs were thrown at their house, broken glass was scattered on their front steps and the lock on their gate was damaged. Ed was horrified when he found a bag containing faeces. The situation reached a horrifying peak in December 1980.

On several occasions, the Finleys discovered ingredients for Molotov cocktails. Eggs were thrown at their house, broken glass was scattered on their front steps and the lock on their gate was damaged. Ed was horrified when he found a bag containing faeces. The situation reached a horrifying peak in December 1980.

On several occasions, the Finleys discovered ingredients for Molotov cocktails. Eggs were thrown at their house, broken glass was scattered on their front steps and the lock on their gate was damaged. Ed was horrified when he found a bag containing faeces. The situation reached a horrifying peak in December 1980.

The Finleys were watching television in their basement one Sunday night when they were startled by the sound of glass smashing. Rushing upstairs, they found that the Christmas wreath on their front door had been set alight, the flames cracking the glass in the door. Ed quickly put out the blaze, then grabbed a pair of garden shears and sprinted down the road, intent on confronting the poet.

The Finleys were watching television in their basement one Sunday night when they were startled by the sound of glass smashing. Rushing upstairs, they found that the Christmas wreath on their front door had been set alight, the flames cracking the glass in the door. Ed quickly put out the blaze, then grabbed a pair of garden shears and sprinted down the road, intent on confronting the poet.

The Finleys were watching television in their basement one Sunday night when they were startled by the sound of glass smashing. Rushing upstairs, they found that the Christmas wreath on their front door had been set alight, the flames cracking the glass in the door. Ed quickly put out the blaze, then grabbed a pair of garden shears and sprinted down the road, intent on confronting the poet.

But he never caught up with him. Afterwards, the poet sent the couple a chilling poem written in the style of the famous Christmas classic, "'Twas the Night Before Christmas". The verses ominously warned of Ruth's impending death. "'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Ruth wasn't stirring. You're as quiet as a mouse. Your stocking was tight, around your neck with care.

But he never caught up with him. Afterwards, the poet sent the couple a chilling poem written in the style of the famous Christmas classic, "'Twas the Night Before Christmas". The verses ominously warned of Ruth's impending death. "'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Ruth wasn't stirring. You're as quiet as a mouse. Your stocking was tight, around your neck with care.

But he never caught up with him. Afterwards, the poet sent the couple a chilling poem written in the style of the famous Christmas classic, "'Twas the Night Before Christmas". The verses ominously warned of Ruth's impending death. "'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Ruth wasn't stirring. You're as quiet as a mouse. Your stocking was tight, around your neck with care.

I hoped the lieutenant would not soon be there." Fearing an attack, a detective spent Christmas Eve at the Finleys' home as they hosted a family get-together. During the night, the Finleys' phone lines were cut for a second time, without anyone hearing a thing. Another holiday-themed poem alluded to Ruth's seedy past of sexual impropriety, saying,

I hoped the lieutenant would not soon be there." Fearing an attack, a detective spent Christmas Eve at the Finleys' home as they hosted a family get-together. During the night, the Finleys' phone lines were cut for a second time, without anyone hearing a thing. Another holiday-themed poem alluded to Ruth's seedy past of sexual impropriety, saying,

I hoped the lieutenant would not soon be there." Fearing an attack, a detective spent Christmas Eve at the Finleys' home as they hosted a family get-together. During the night, the Finleys' phone lines were cut for a second time, without anyone hearing a thing. Another holiday-themed poem alluded to Ruth's seedy past of sexual impropriety, saying,