Police were baffled. There was no clear motive, no fingerprints, no leads.
A few months later, a letter arrived at a local newspaper. Inside was a typed confession, full of gruesome detail only the killer could know.
At the bottom, he signed it with three chilling letters:
“BTK.” Bind them. Torture them. Kill them.
A city living in fear
Over the next 17 years, he struck again and again.
He broke into homes in the middle of the night. He stalked women, studied their routines, and waited until they were alone.
Each crime scene was a nightmare; carefully staged, methodical, and cold.
Sometimes, he took small trophies from his victims. Other times, he left messages, taunting police and reporters.
For decades, he vanished and reappeared at will.
