William Royden

The mannequin's pink plastic skin had been painted over from head to toe with a more realistic beige color.

Clumps of human hair, real human hair, had been very carefully fastened

Inside the suit was a wallet, and it belonged to a psychiatrist who had gone missing the month before while on his way to see some relatives in Washington, D.C.

His name was Steen.

The face of the mannequin looked just like Steen did on the driver's license photo inside the wallet.

The resemblance was uncanny.

The police had already talked to all of his patients since his disappearance and gone through his private notebooks looking for any clues about who might possibly have abducted him.

But then they realized that the creek called Rachel's Arm was only about 500 yards away from the home of a patient of his who was named Irwin Settle.

One of the lead detectives in the case had already entertained the notion that Settle was possibly the killer because he'd been ordered into treatment as part of a previous assault case and because Steen's notebooks had made note that Settle's hobby in life was model trains, which he painted in detail, incredibly careful detail.

He'd had no perfect alibi for the night that Steen had gone missing, but otherwise there was no hard evidence on which to arrest him.

They went up again to talk to him, this time with a search warrant.

When they got to his little white house, which sat on the top of a hill looking down towards the creek, something was wrong with it.

It looked like someone had started to paint the front of it brown and then suddenly stopped.

It was just a bunch of messy wandering stripes that went nowhere.

Irwin's settle was not there to let them in.

Inside the house, they found the body of his psychiatrist rotting on the living room floor.

It became obvious that Settle had tried to paint the front of his house with Steen's blood.

And at his trial, it came out he had done it to laugh at his neighbors, who had no idea what was happening.

They just went past it day by day as it dried there.

The police found out from Settle's diary that his hatred for Steen was so intense that he'd painted mannequin after mannequin to look like him.