Understanding The Motive

The following confiscated letters, allowed for viewing here, were written between May 30th, 1983, and June 19th, 1983...

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Ryan

You probably don't remember me, but I remember you. You were always the popular one who got all the girls and hung out with the coolest guys. I wasn't jealous, just kind of didn't understand why I was never invited to hang out with you even though I tried pushing my way into your circle a few times. It's ok. I dealt with it.

One thing that still bugs me, though, is how a guy like you can have all the fun in the world when you're not even that talented. I mean, you can dribble a basketball and ride a motorcycle but that doesn't make you cool... We should get together and hang out some time. I'll finally get to show you the scar I got years ago from trying to keep up with you guys on the ice. I hope you remember. It would be a waste for me to mention it if you don't. I'll give you a clue. Winter Park. Ice skates. Keg of Beer.

That's all for now. Hope we get to hang out soon.

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Ryan

I saw you walking your dog yesterday. Cute thing. But you should really consider giving him up for adoption. It would be a shame for him to suddenly wake up to an empty house, wondering who's going to take him out for his morning poop. Speaking of poop, you're full of it! Haha! Just kidding... You always did have bad breath, though. But it didn't smell like shit until you opened your mouth to talk. You should keep it shut more often. You might live longer. By the way, what's your dogs, name? Never mind... I'll find out.

Hope you have a great day.

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Ryan?

Who's the new chick I saw you bring home last night? She's not the same one from last week. This one was hotter. Man, you better be careful before you catch a disease and die from sleeping around so much. That would not be good and would take away from all the fun we're going to have. Oops! Did I let the cat out of the box too soon? Or is the cat out of the bag? Who cares, right?...

You're such an arrogant douche!

PS: Do me a favor and quit going to that bar after work. I hate it in there.

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Fucker!

Okay! What you did yesterday was just rude. How am I supposed to see inside your house with all those new black curtains in every window? No fair! If you were smart, you would change the locks too. I have keys, you know. And whatever is smelling in your garage, get rid of it! I can't concentrate on my next move with that putrid smell stuck in my nose!

You're starting to piss me off, Ryan! And just like, Dr. David Banner says on tv, -you won't like me when I'm angry- I love that show, The Incredible Hulk. You like it too! Don't pretend you don't!

Fuck you!

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Bitch Boy!

I'm fucking warning you! You better not be getting the police involved! I saw you talking to that big ass burly cop at work today... Don't tell me you're all worked up because I flattened your fucking tires. Get new ones! You can afford them! I got the receipt you threw away in the bank's parking lot on Saturday. I know how much you're worth! You also have a nice collection of gold watches... And I never knew you were a fan of Darth Vader. Bizarre! What, you think you have the force now? You're just a freak! I should have taken some of those things when I had the chance! But I got my eye on something even more precious since you're being a little brat! You better start taking Chopper to work with you before I adopt him on purpose. I wouldn't mind having a dog. I like them better than stupid, idiot pricks like you!

Look at what you've done! Watch your back!

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Asshole

You are so fucking lucky I got caught by a train and missed you leaving work today. I stopped by that bar, and you weren't there either! Good for you for taking my advice. STAY OUT OF THAT PLACE!

Where are you, man? You didn't come home last night. I'll find you. And when I do, it will be the last time. Who knows, I might even show up at your funeral to spit on your grave. Just kidding, I would never waste spit on you. But I do have a nice surprise in store. Wish I could tell you. Keep hiding! I love a good game of hide-n-seek! Dumb Ass Coward!

In all honesty, I tried to be your friend but it's too FUCKING LATE for that!

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"Yes... Very shocking indeed. I would be scared to leave my house too. Thank you for making copies of these letters, Lieutenant. They'll come in handy for his case file... Ryan Stanley is a troubled individual and is the only victim here. He has a rare condition called Kelzars syndrome. It causes him to seek empathy in the strangest ways without being direct. It's the very reason he wrote and mailed these letters to himself. But I have yet to understand why he feels the need to lead us into believing he's in real danger. It's extreme. He doesn't realize that."

"Sounds complicated... And you're welcome for the copies... Validating info found in the letters is routine when someone is asking for protection. We found no record of any law enforcement visiting Ryan at work. And there's no hard evidence his tires were ever flattened. It was the torn and discarded letter we found in his trash that proves he wrote them. Turns out, it was one he never finished. It had a bunch of words crossed out like a... like a first draft or something. Took an hour to piece back together. We're still waiting on the lab results for the pen we think he used to write them all. Why do people make up such things?"

"It's psychological, Lieutenant. Ryan lives in a paranoid fantasy where he seeks an unusual type of attention. People like Mr. Stanley never really come back from these types of things. He's a good man, though. I've seen different sides of his personality. We'll try our best to help."