Dorothy Jane Scott was for the most part an unassuming 32-year-old single mother who lived in Stanton, California with her 4-year-old son, Shawn. She was mostly well-liked by her co-workers and had no known enemies, so it was somewhat surprising when in 1980 she began getting a series of prank calls that ran the range between creepy to downright terrifying. Sometimes the male caller posed as a secret admirer saying that he loved her, yet on many occasions there would just be breathing or curses from the other end of the line. On other occasions there were very dire messages and threats, such as one call in which a male voice casually said “When I get you alone, I will cut you up into bits so no one will ever find you.” In another case the voice said he had left a gift for her, after which she had found a dried rose pinned to the windshield of her car. In every case it was the same man’s voice, which she seemed to recognize but could not quite place. As scary as this all was, it