Anonymous

Once upon the night so dreary, premonitions of disaster keep you weary. The whore bore her guilt in her bed of slime, from selling her ass and not charging a dime. Slept with strangers in evil bed, enraged demon hunters saw blood was red. All bitches should keep their names and faces secret. Defenseless instincts released with demonic slut's threats.

Once upon the night so dreary, premonitions of disaster keep you weary. The whore bore her guilt in her bed of slime, from selling her ass and not charging a dime. Slept with strangers in evil bed, enraged demon hunters saw blood was red. All bitches should keep their names and faces secret. Defenseless instincts released with demonic slut's threats.

Once upon the night so dreary, premonitions of disaster keep you weary. The whore bore her guilt in her bed of slime, from selling her ass and not charging a dime. Slept with strangers in evil bed, enraged demon hunters saw blood was red. All bitches should keep their names and faces secret. Defenseless instincts released with demonic slut's threats.

Blurred vision and suffering in accuser's cage. Umbilical cord connected by seed in a rage. In January 1981, the Finleys' phone lines were cut for a third time. However, after the poet's previous attack, Southwestern Bell had buried the replacement lines underground and installed dummy wires to prevent further sabotage. It was only those dummy wires that were severed.

Blurred vision and suffering in accuser's cage. Umbilical cord connected by seed in a rage. In January 1981, the Finleys' phone lines were cut for a third time. However, after the poet's previous attack, Southwestern Bell had buried the replacement lines underground and installed dummy wires to prevent further sabotage. It was only those dummy wires that were severed.

Blurred vision and suffering in accuser's cage. Umbilical cord connected by seed in a rage. In January 1981, the Finleys' phone lines were cut for a third time. However, after the poet's previous attack, Southwestern Bell had buried the replacement lines underground and installed dummy wires to prevent further sabotage. It was only those dummy wires that were severed.

In February, investigators set a trap for the poet by fitting Ruth with a bulletproof vest and letting her walk around downtown Wichita, accompanied by an undercover detective. The poet never appeared, but he wrote a letter after which read, I saw her Friday, but she was with some other female. This confirmed to detectives that the poet was observing Ruth in real time.

In February, investigators set a trap for the poet by fitting Ruth with a bulletproof vest and letting her walk around downtown Wichita, accompanied by an undercover detective. The poet never appeared, but he wrote a letter after which read, I saw her Friday, but she was with some other female. This confirmed to detectives that the poet was observing Ruth in real time.

In February, investigators set a trap for the poet by fitting Ruth with a bulletproof vest and letting her walk around downtown Wichita, accompanied by an undercover detective. The poet never appeared, but he wrote a letter after which read, I saw her Friday, but she was with some other female. This confirmed to detectives that the poet was observing Ruth in real time.

In March, the poet threatened to kill Ruth on St Patrick's Day. On April Fool's Day, he threw pieces of concrete at the Finleys' house. By this point, police had investigated over 300 individuals amassing 14 large binders of information. Weeks were spent surveilling potential leads, examining criminal histories, and executing search warrants, yet all their efforts proved futile.

In March, the poet threatened to kill Ruth on St Patrick's Day. On April Fool's Day, he threw pieces of concrete at the Finleys' house. By this point, police had investigated over 300 individuals amassing 14 large binders of information. Weeks were spent surveilling potential leads, examining criminal histories, and executing search warrants, yet all their efforts proved futile.

In March, the poet threatened to kill Ruth on St Patrick's Day. On April Fool's Day, he threw pieces of concrete at the Finleys' house. By this point, police had investigated over 300 individuals amassing 14 large binders of information. Weeks were spent surveilling potential leads, examining criminal histories, and executing search warrants, yet all their efforts proved futile.

Despite the significant time and resources invested, the police were left with nothing but the growing pile of anonymous letters. Ruth Finlay kept all of the poet's letters stored in a notebook, telling the press, I wonder how long it takes him to write this crap. He doesn't do a bad job of writing poetry. Some of them are kind of funny.

Despite the significant time and resources invested, the police were left with nothing but the growing pile of anonymous letters. Ruth Finlay kept all of the poet's letters stored in a notebook, telling the press, I wonder how long it takes him to write this crap. He doesn't do a bad job of writing poetry. Some of them are kind of funny.

Despite the significant time and resources invested, the police were left with nothing but the growing pile of anonymous letters. Ruth Finlay kept all of the poet's letters stored in a notebook, telling the press, I wonder how long it takes him to write this crap. He doesn't do a bad job of writing poetry. Some of them are kind of funny.

However, she admitted that the contents of some of the letters made her stomach ache, particularly the one Santa Christmas, which frightened her the most. Ed Finlay said of the poet, I don't think he's crazy or insane. I'm sure he's a coward. He knows what he's doing, what the risks are. As time dragged on and the poet remained unidentified, Ruth's mental and emotional health spiralled.

However, she admitted that the contents of some of the letters made her stomach ache, particularly the one Santa Christmas, which frightened her the most. Ed Finlay said of the poet, I don't think he's crazy or insane. I'm sure he's a coward. He knows what he's doing, what the risks are. As time dragged on and the poet remained unidentified, Ruth's mental and emotional health spiralled.

However, she admitted that the contents of some of the letters made her stomach ache, particularly the one Santa Christmas, which frightened her the most. Ed Finlay said of the poet, I don't think he's crazy or insane. I'm sure he's a coward. He knows what he's doing, what the risks are. As time dragged on and the poet remained unidentified, Ruth's mental and emotional health spiralled.

She confided in her sister that she felt as though she were coming out of her body, though she struggled to articulate what that meant. Ruth often spent hours staring blankly out of the windows of her home, disconnected from the world around her.

She confided in her sister that she felt as though she were coming out of her body, though she struggled to articulate what that meant. Ruth often spent hours staring blankly out of the windows of her home, disconnected from the world around her.