Ash Kelley

Absolutely.

Now she'd reached the entrance to the bookstore when he finally caught up with her, knocking her to the ground and driving his hunting knife into her back, yanking it out and then stabbing her again.

It happened this fast.

Oh my God.

Several of Kitty's neighbors were awoken by the screams they heard coming from the street.

She shouted, oh my God, he stabbed me.

Please help.

Please help me.

At that, one of the windows in the apartment above shot open and a man, Robert Moser, stuck his head out and he shouted, let that girl alone, thinking that she was being harassed by someone.

Yeah.

The sound of Moser's voice startled Kitty's attacker, who looked up at the man in the window, then shrugged his shoulders and walked down Austin Street towards his car.

He was just like, whatever.

Now, with her attacker having fled, Kitty struggled to her feet and began making her way towards the back of the building, presumably trying to get inside to safety where she would find help.

Yeah.

Now that the scene was quiet again, those who had been woken by the screams assumed probably that whatever commotion that was about, it was over.

So they turned off the lights and went back to bed.

Ten or so minutes later, ten or so minutes later, those few who were still awake and still watching out their windows saw the man in the white car return.

He came back.

Well, now his face was covered with a wide-brimmed hat.

And the man appeared to be looking for something, searching the area around the bookstore, the parking lot of the train station, and eventually behind the building where he found what he was looking for.