Inside the Mind of BTK

My Lifelong Hunt for BTK 57
know. But, it here to stay. How does one cure himself? If you ask for help,
that you have killed four people they will laugh or hit the panic button
and call the cops.
I can’t stop it so the monster goes on, and hurt me as well as society.
Society can be thankful that there are ways for people like me to relieve
myself at time by day dreams of some victims being torture and being
mine. It a big compicated game my friend of the monster play putting victims
number down, follow them, checking up on them, waiting in the
dark, waiting, waiting . . . the pressure is great and sometimes some times
he run the game to his liking. Maybe you can stop him. I can’t. He has
aready chosen his next victim or victims. I don’t who they are yet. The
next day after I read the paper, I will know, but it to late. Good luck
hunting.
YOURS, TRULY GUILTILY
P.S. Since sex criminals do not change their M.O. or by nature cannot
do so, I will not change mine. The code words for me will be . . . Bind
them, toture them, kill them, B.T.K., you see he at it again. They will be
on the next victim.
There was no signature on the bottom of the letter. Instead, whoever
penned it drew a cryptic symbol created from the letters BTK.
Judging from the way he described his crime scenes—with the
attention to detail of a detective—whoever wrote the letter was clearly
a wannabe cop. But he obviously needed to bone up on his Criminology
101, because plenty of criminals do change their MOs. Decades
later, investigators would learn that BTK changed his modus operandi
when he removed the bodies of his last two victims from their homes.
What doesn’t change is the killer’s signature, which is something the
offender does to fulfill himself emotionally, but that isn’t necessarily
needed to accomplish the crime.
In the Otero murders—and, we would later learn, in the Bright
case—BTK’s signature was the use of bindings and gags, along with a
form of psychological torture wherein he denied his victims the courtesy
of a quick death.
Not surprisingly, detectives pounced on the letter almost as soon
as it landed on Chief Hannon’s desk and began picking it apart, examining
it for hair, fiber, and fingerprints, then sifting through every single
misspelling and word usage, looking for any clue they could
unearth.