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Our episodes deal with serious and often distressing incidents. If you feel at any time you need support, please contact your local crisis centre for suggested phone numbers, for confidential support, and for a more detailed list of content warnings, please see the show notes for this episode on your app or on our website. The capital of the state of Western Australia, Perth has long been referred to as the most isolated city in the world. While there is some debate as to whether this title is accurate, the fact remains that Perth is the only large city in a circuit of more than 2,000 kilometres. It sits on the other side of the country to the more heavily populated eastern states, home to Sydney, Melbourne and Brisbane, and the next nearest capital city is South Australia's Adelaide, a 28 hour drive away. Perth is located in the lower western corner of the state and is adjacent to the Indian Ocean. Another body of water, the Swan river, cuts through the middle of Perth, dividing the city in two, with much of the central business district built up along its banks. East of the city is home to sprawling hills and parklands filled with the native flora and iconic Australian bush. Winters in Perth are mild, reaching a top temperature of 19 degrees Celsius on average. While the summers are renowned for their dry heat, in the warmer months swimmers and surfers flocked to Perth's coastline to enjoy popular beaches such as Cottesloe and Scarborough. During the late 1950s, the city was home to about 388,000 people, but was rapidly growing due to a baby boom and post World War II migration. Even as the city expanded and swelled, a sense of innocence remained. Nights were quieter. Strict licensing laws meant that pubs closed by 9pm Dance halls and concerts were a favourite weekend pastime for the city's youth. But they too were governed by restrictions that typically saw the entertainment wind down before midnight. Homes were kept unlocked, with windows open even at night. Drivers parked their cars with the keys in the ignition, and residents were never more than a couple of degrees of separation from one another. However, this sense of security and safety that residents took for granted would be shaken and then irrevocably damaged as the city entered the 1960s. Under the COVID of darkness, Perth was terrorised by an elusive figure, someone who would eventually be dubbed the Nightcaller. Towards the end of the 1950s, households throughout Perth experienced an uptick in burglaries. Residents would return home from being away or wake in the morning to find that someone had been in their house overnight. Cash that had been left lying around or stashed inside wallets and purses was missing. It could range from a few shillings to pound notes, as Australia was using the pound currency at the time. Sometimes money was even missing from hiding places, such as drawers or inside an ornamental vase. Small objects of varying value were also pocketed. Watches, pens, jewellery and even a torch were taken. More disturbingly, women had their underwear stolen. Police reports were typically filed when the crimes were discovered, but officers were left stumped by the lack of fingerprints at any of the crime scenes. Other times, residents were entirely unaware that they'd had an intruder at all. Sometimes so little of importance was taken that it was never missed or was assumed to have been misplaced. These seemed like the crimes of an opportunistic offender seeking financial gain, taking advantage of the lax security measures in place. During this time, there were also sightings and reports of a prowler in central and southern Perth. A man was spotted lurking in the bushes, peeping in windows and loitering outside of apartment blocks. Sometimes his footprints were discovered in garden beds the following morning. Occasionally, women's nightgowns and underwear left hanging on washing lines were found cut and slashed. No one could know that a single person was behind all of these crimes, which were typically written off as minor offences. There was seemingly nothing violent about them, but that would soon change. The MacLeod family lived in the riverside suburb of Applecross, close to Perth's CBD and just across the Swan River. In the early hours of Wednesday, November 26, 1958, Lucy and Ern Macleod were woken by a strange commotion in their bedroom. Their daughter, 15 year old Mollie, was wandering around the room, tripping over her own feet and retching as though she was going to vomit. Mollie rambled incoherently, clearly trying to tell her parents something, but she couldn't form the words to speak. Terrified, Lucy rushed to her child who had been fine when she'd gone to bed the previous evening. Lucy and Ern repeatedly asked Mollie what had happened, begging her to explain what was wrong. Mollie was unable to answer and soon lost consciousness. Her father carried her back to her room, which was a sleep out that adjoined the family's kitchen, and gently laid her in bed. Lucy kneeled beside Molly and held a set of rosary beads in her hand, praying repeatedly for her daughter's health. To her parents relief, Molly regained consciousness, though she continued to moan and mumble without making any sense. By morning, Mollie was able to string a few words together enough to tell her parents that her head hurt. One of her eyes had turned black, suggesting she'd somehow received a knock to the head. Lucy McLeod took Mollie to the family doctor who was unable to ascertain the cause of Mollie's injury, but diagnosed her as having a concussion and a hairline skull fracture. It took Mollie more than a month to recover. A staff student, she had been due to finish high school but was unable to attend her leaving exams. Meanwhile, her family was puzzled over the mystery behind what caused her severe head injury. They eventually concluded that Molly must have received the knock after an awful nightmare caused her to fall out of bed. Mollie and her family had no idea that she had actually crossed paths with the Night Caller. He had slipped into the McLeod's Applecross home as its residents slept. He prowled about looking for cash he could steal and helped himself to some money he found in the kitchen. As he was opening the back door to escape, his grip on the handle slipped and the noise woke Molly, whose bed was right next door. Seeing the girl stir, the nightcaller grabbed a nearby object and hit her over the head with it before fleeing. Throughout December 1958 and into the New Year, the night Caller continued to stalk the streets of Perth. Weekends seemed to be when he was most active, though he also ventured out on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. His crimes were growing ever more brazen. At 3am one night, a 21 year old schoolteacher who lived in Millpoint Road, South Perth, was woken by a strange man grabbing her by the neck and scratching her face. She screamed and the intruder jumped out of her bedroom window. Six weeks after this attack, on Wednesday, January 28, Perth reached its warmest day of the year when the temperature reached 43 degrees Celsius or 109 degrees Fahrenheit. That night a man who lived one street over from where the teacher had been attacked heard a noise outside at 1:50am and went to investigate. His sudden appearance disturbed a man trying to break in via the back door. The prowler fled on foot. A neighbour who had also spotted him watching a block of flats from a nearby phone booth described him as being between 5 foot 8 and 5 foot 10 with thick dark hair. The following day of Thursday, January 29, floor 33 year old Pernina Berkman worked a shift at the perfume counter of the David Jones department store in Perth cbd. Penina had relocated to Perth from Melbourne four years earlier after she and her husband divorced. Penina had settled into a ground floor apartment on Millpoint Road in South Perth and was happy there. Even though her flat had been broken into about six months earlier and 35 shillings were stolen. Pernina was comfortable in her new city. She was a glamorous woman who had caught the eye of a local radio DJ named Fotis Hunters. The pair became a couple. They planned to meet up after Pnina finished her shift. That day, Fotis picked Pnina up from David Jones and drove her back to her apartment where they ate dinner together. Later on they drank some beer then went to bed together. At midnight, Fotis got dressed and prepared to head home to sleep. As he left, Penina said goodnight and that she would see him tomorrow. Neighbours overheard Fotis footsteps as he departed the building and heard some other things in the hours that followed. At around 3am A couple in an apartment next to Penina's were woken by the sound of someone gasping, followed by a scream. A few minutes later they heard a car door slam, then the car driving away. Another resident also heard some screams and a car leaving at around the same time. The next morning, Fotis drove by Pnina's apartment on his way to an appointment and noticed that the door was ajar and her bedroom window was open, its curtains blowing in the breeze. Penina often slept with the window open during the hot summer nights, but Fotis knew that she always made a point to close everything and lock up before heading to work. She was supposed to have a shift that day, so the apartment should have been secured. Fotis decided to investigate, but inside he found Penina on the lounge room floor by the sliding glass doors. She was naked in a pool of blood. She had been stabbed through the nose and in the heart with a knife. It appeared Pernina had crawled to the doors in an attempt to escape, but hadn't survived. Nothing was missing from the apartment except for Penina's purse. The murder weapon wasn't recovered. The horrific murder sent shockwaves through Perth. Crimes like this were a rarity in the quiet city. Fotus hunters told police that when he left Penina's apartment, she had been naked in bed. It wasn't unusual for her to sleep naked in hot weather. Fotis quickly found himself the case's prime suspect and the public agreed that he seemed suspicious. When Fotis left Perth to return to his birth country of Greece, their suspicions were all but confirmed. Pernina's killer had gotten away. Even though Pernina lived on the same street where a 21 year old teacher had been attacked in her own home just six weeks earlier, police didn't consider that her murder could be part of a larger picture. They reassured worried Perth residents, stating the public have no need to be feared from the activities of the person who killed Pernina Berkman and they can forget all about the existence of that person. Residents of Perth's western suburbs felt somewhat detached from the murder of Pnina Berkman as she had been living in South Perth. Although that wasn't far in terms of distance, it almost felt like another world due to the Swan river providing a geographical buffer. Moreover, the inner western suburbs were an affluent and insular pocket that felt particularly safe with a tight knit community. One of these wealthy suburbs was Netherlands, an attractive neighbourhood just seven kilometres west of the cbd. Dotted with nice houses and lots of parks. Nedlands was also close to the University of Western Australia. This made it a popular suburb for students who primarily lived in the area's apartment buildings. In August 1959, Alex Donkin was a first year nursing student who was staying at her elder sister's flat in Netherlands. Saturday, August 8th was going to be a break from Alex's busy work and study schedule. Some friends from her hometown were visiting for the weekend and Alex was looking forward to seeing them. Alex and her friends spent the evening at a drive in cinema, then headed back to Alex's flat to drink coffee and listen to records. At 12:45am, Alex's guests left and she got ready for bed. A security conscious person, Alex made sure to lock the front door and close all the windows. The exception was one narrow window in the kitchen which led to an outdoor landing. Because the window was so narrow, Alex felt comfortable leaving it slightly ajar while she slept. The following morning, Alex's friends from out of town headed over to her flat for a planned visit. George and Headley were both farmers who lived in Western Australia's wheat belt about an hour and a half outside of Perth. The young men knocked on the door and were shocked when Alex opened it. Her face and hair were soaked with blood due to a deep wound over her left eye. Still wearing her pyjamas, Alex was disoriented and clearly oblivious to the injury. George and Headley searched the apartment. Alex's pillow was drenched with blood and her purse was missing. She told George and Headley that there had been six pounds inside the purse, but she struggled to answer other questions. When asked about the previous night, Alex said she'd woken up at 3:30am Then fallen back asleep. She couldn't recall anything else. George and Headley couldn't see any sign of forced entry, but it was clear their friend had been attacked and robbed. They arranged to take Alex to the doctor. An examination revealed she also sustained a small fracture to the back of her skull. That, plus the injury above her eye indicated she'd been hit twice. The attack left Alex with a severe epilepsy that she would need to treat with medication for the rest of her life. She was unable to continue her studies or achieve her dream of becoming a nurse. Alex's uncle was a special investigator in the police's criminal investigation branch and the attack against his niece was taken very seriously. Officers searched the apartment but found no fingerprints. A poker was missing from the fireplace, which they speculated could have been used to inflict Alex's injuries. They took note that the kitchen window was the only point of entry for an intruder. Yet with no evidence leading to a specific person, there was little they could do. Four months later, residents of Perth were preparing for another sun soaked summer. One week before Christmas. On Saturday, December 19th, 22 year old Gillian Brewer invited her fiance over to her home in Brookwood Flats, a two story red brick apartment complex in the beachside suburb of Cottesloe. Gillian was well known in Perth as a socialite and an heiress whose great grandfather had founded the chocolate company McRobertson's Confectionery. After growing up in Melbourne and beginning a career in interior design, Gillian had flown west to Perth. At the age of 21, she was happy in her new city, settling into an apartment next door to her mother's and living with her small French poodle Dior for company. Gillian would be getting married in two months time to her 31 year old fiance, Andrew. Not his real name. Andrew and Gillian spent that Saturday together before returning to her apartment for the evening. Gillian's flat was on the ground floor and at the back of the complex. Andrew went home at around midnight with the plan to play golf with Gillian. The next day at 9am Andrew went to pick Gillian up and found her front door locked. This was unusual as she mostly kept it open when she was up. Andrew could see Gillian's poodle Deor jumping up and down frantically at the bedroom window. Andrew had a key to Gillian's apartment in his car, so he went back to get it and then let himself in. The kitchen window was open and a breeze had blown some Christmas cards Gillian had out on display onto the floor. Unusually, the door to Gillian's bedroom was closed. Andrew had never seen it shut before. He opened the door and saw Gillian lying in bed, a sheet pulled all the way up to her chin and a pillow lying on her chest. Her face was covered in blood, as was the sheet and the wall behind her. Andrew raced next door to Gillian's mother's apartment and called for a doctor. Upon arriving at the scene, the doctor in turn phoned the police. After removing the sheet, officers saw the extent of Gillian's injuries. She was naked and had wounds all over her body that had been inflicted with a hatchet. Her breasts, head and genitals had all been struck. Using the flat side of the hatchet, the killer had also hit Gillian's stomach, thighs, face and throat. This final blow had been hard enough to sever her windpipe. Then the killer had used a pair of scissors that belonged to Gillian to stab her five times. An autopsy would later reveal that Gillian had likely remained alive for two to three hours after the attack, with the coroner stating it was the worst murder he had ever seen. The killer covered her with a sheet and wiped the scissors clean before returning them to their usual spot. Blood was later found on the inner blades of the scissors, indicating they had been closed when the killer wiped them down. He had taken the hatchet with him and tossed it over the back fence. Police found it lying on the ground on the other side, still covered with the Gillian's blood. The killer had been so forceful when using it that the wooden handle was split near the head. The hatchet was found to have been stolen from a home in the street behind Gillian's. There were no clues as to the killer's identity. He hadn't left any fingerprints and there was no sign of forced entry at Gillian's apartment. Both the front and back doors were locked. None of Gillian's neighbours had seen anything untoward, though a mother and daughter who lived nearby reported hearing Gillian's dog bark. At around 1am, the barking abruptly stopped, as though someone had reprimanded the animal. In the days that followed, Gillian's murder dominated newspaper headlines, as well as the horror of the crime itself. There was the fact that police didn't have a suspect. No one in Gillian's life was thought to be responsible. Her purse was missing from the apartment, indicating her killer had stolen it. The pathologist who observed Gillian and Penina's bodies noted the similarities between their injuries. Both had been stabbed multiple times while asleep in bed. A journalist at the tabloid the Daily News also compared the crimes, pointing out the striking similarities between the women's living circumstances, their missing purses and and how their killers hadn't left a trace. But investigators firmly believed Pernina had been killed by her boyfriend and that Gillian was attacked by a stranger. Police looked into known sex offenders in the area, as the injuries to Gillian's breasts and groin appeared to indicate a sexual motivation. It would turn out that over the past 11 months, there had been eight reports of a prowler lurking around the Brookwood flat. Someone had broken into apartments there and taken money, alcohol and keys. One time, a car was stolen. A number of these reports were made by Gillian's mother, Betty, who lived in the flat next door to her daughter. Her first report came just three weeks after Pnina Berkman's murder in January at the start of the year. If the murder of Penina Berkman shocked Perth months earlier, this second slaying left it reeling. Not only was it another brutal killing in a city that saw few crimes of that nature, but Gillian Brewer's wealth and social status elevated the public's horror to new heights. Gillian had lived in Cottesloe, one of the affluent western suburbs that felt cushioned from Penina's murder. Residents who also lived in Perth's comfortable Western enclave could relate to Gillian. She was one of us, a community member later told Filmmakers of the 2020 documentary series after the Night. As well as dominating the news cycle, Gillian's murder became the focus of many local conversations. The Brookwood flats where she'd lived and died, were now a public spectacle, with parents driving their children past the building so they could stare at it through the car windows. 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Neighbourhoods all over Perth were being targeted, from south of the river suburbs like Como and South Perth to those just north and west of the city. These crimes continued over the following years. Sometimes the same target was hit twice. In March 1961, a tin of silver coins were stolen from a residence in Swanbourne, close to Cottesloe Beach. Two weeks later a 24 year old woman inside the same home was attacked by an intruder after she heard him break in. As she tried to phone for help, the intruder grabbed her by the throat and wrestled her to the floor. She briefly lost consciousness, then came to and managed to kick the man in the groin. He fled out the back door and the woman ran to the window to watch him go. Under the sharp glow of the streetlights she saw that he was white, between 5 foot 6 and 5 foot 8 and well built. His face was broad and clean shaven and he had dark wavy hair. On another occasion in 1962, a woman was cleaning up after a party her teenaged daughter had held at their Cottesloe home. As she did so, she noticed a man outside the house watching her. He was lurking behind a bush wearing a large brimmed hat. The woman told her husband who chased after the man but lost him in the darkness. On Saturday, March 3, 1962, a 23 year old named Ann Melvin was feeling nervous. She'd moved out of her childhood home just a few weeks earlier and was now sharing a flat with her sister in the western suburb of Crawley. Ann's sister was out that night and it would be the first time Ann had stayed in the flat alone. She made herself a snack and was having a coffee when she heard a noise on the porch outside. Ann paused and listened carefully. When she didn't hear anything else, she told herself it must have been a cat. Anne went to bed and slept peacefully for a little while before she suddenly started having an awful nightmare. In the dream she was suffocating. Anne forced herself awake only to realise that she wasn't just dreaming. A piece of toweling was wrapped tightly around her neck. Her left arm had been Tied to the bed head with a stocking. And most terrifying of all, there was a man standing next to her bed. Removing his belt, Anne sat up, tore desperately at the toweling at her neck and began to scream. At the sound of her yells, the man ran out of the room. Anne managed to free her arm and took off after him, screaming that she was going to kill him. In her terror and confusion, she had forgotten that her sister was away for the evening. And when Ann saw her empty bed, she believed the intruder must have kidnapped her. The man got away, but Anne's screams attracted the attention of some nearby neighbours who found her on her balcony with blood dribbling from her mouth. One of the neighbours comforted Ann while the other called the police. A detective who soon arrived was shocked to see Anne's appearance. She looked as though she was almost dead, with bloodshot eyes and raw red markings on her neck and wrist. Ann moved back in with her parents after the attack and would only leave the house to go to church. Terrified her attacker would track her down, she eventually left Australia altogether. A few days after the attack against Ann Melvin, the couple who had come to her rescue woke to find their car covered in pairs of women's underpants. They had been twisted around door handles, tucked under the windscreen wipers and stuck into any available gaps. The couple notified the police, who attended the property and found footprints in the garden beds. Some of the plants were trampled. It appeared as though someone had been lurking in the area, looking through the windows. In the months that followed, there were more reports of a prowler around Perth. On one occasion, on Saturday, Dec. 29, 1962, a woman in Cottesloe woke to find a man in her room. He'd wrapped a handkerchief around his face as a disguise and was shining a torch in her eyes. The man punched her face before fleeing. Later that same night, another young woman in Cottesloe was woken by the same prowler. In addition to the handkerchief, he wore a hat and had leather gloves on his hands, as well as what looked like a knuckle duster. He hit her over the head with the torch before punching above her eye. The woman screamed, which woke her parents as well as some neighbours. By the time her parents reached her bedroom, the attacker had fled. It would later turn out that he had stolen cash from the young woman's purse. An internal police report on this latter attack noticed that over the past six months there had been a pattern of break and enters at homes in the area. Whoever was behind the break ins was entering Via unlocked doors and open windows, the offender would steal cash and his crimes appeared to be escalating. Of late, these reports have become more frequent and some concern is being felt for the safety of women who are being disturbed by the offender after he has entered the premises and stolen what money he can find. One witness who saw the offender fleeing described him as being aged between 30 and 40 with a tan complexion. His height was short at around 5 foot 9 and he had a thin to medium build. The offender wore a suit as well as a black felt hat with a wide brim and close fitting white gloves. Sometimes his face was masked. He never left fingerprints behind and he never spoke. The report was distributed to police patrols who were asked to be aware of the situation and told it was crucial that the offender be apprehended before his crimes escalated further. Perth's police had no idea just how far his crimes had already gone. In early 1963, Perth was experiencing another hot summer. On Friday, February 15, in the inner city suburb of West Perth, two young women were busy polishing the floors of a flat they'd recently rented together. 24 year old Constance Madrill, who went by her middle name Lucy, was a government employed social worker. Her housemate Jennifer Hirst, worked as a schoolteacher. The two friends were happy with their new home, a two bedroom flat inside a large house that had been converted into two apartments. Although the area had had issues with prowlers and break ins, the property was situated on a busy road which made them feel safe. Plus a family of three rented the other flat so there was always someone nearby. Lucy felt secure enough there that she kept the back door propped open at all times so that her Siamese cat could come and go. After the two women finished polishing the floors, they each retired to separate rooms to read for the rest of the night. Between 11 and 11.30pm, Lucy stopped by Jennifer's bedroom to say goodnight. Now wearing a short blue nightie, she then headed to her own room at the other end of the flat near the back door. At around 1.30am, Jennifer got up to go to the toilet which was at the rear of the property. On her way back to bed, she looked in on Lucy's room. Lucy was asleep on her bed, having pulled aside the top sheet and blanket due to the warm night. Jennifer returned to her room and wasn't disturbed for the rest of the night. Across a lane at the rear of Lucy and Jennifer's flat was a house with a large lawn out the back. At 6am the morning of Saturday, February 16, one of the house's residents got up with her young son and the two went to use the outhouse that sat at the back of the property. Their attention was drawn to a strange bundle that appeared to be lying on the ground near a hillshoist washing line. The woman walked closer and realised that she was looking at the naked body of a young woman. The body belonged to 24 year old Lucy Merrill. An empty whiskey bottle was tucked into the crook of her right arm. Police found out that the couple who lived at the house had sat outside the previous night drinking the whisky together. When they retired to bed at around midnight, one of them had tossed the empty bottle onto the lawn. Lucy's killer had seemingly found it while dumping her body and used it to penetrate her before posing it under her arm. Lucy's blue nightie lay alongside her. There was a blue bruise across her neck and she had been strangled with a ligature such as a cord. The killer had raped Lucy post mortem. The killer had initially dragged Lucy from her home with her heels trailing along the ground before reversing his approach and pulling her across the lawn by her legs. Lucy's bedroom hadn't been ransacked. Her clothes from the day before were lying on the floor near a wall, likely where she'd left them after undressing. Her sheet and blanket were turned back and a dressing gown lay across the foot of her bed. Detectives identified what had likely been the murder weapon. A piece of flax had been torn from a reading lamp. In another room, one pound had been stolen from a purse. The murder of Lucy Madrill called to mind the murders of Penina Berkman and Gillian Brewer several years earlier. Although those cases involved stabbing, not strangulation, there was a familiar element in that all involved a young woman brutalised in her own home and left in a state of undressed. Lucy's case was almost more shocking due to the horrific way that her body had been violated than posed out in the open. Over the past five years, the increase in break ins and attacks against women at home had made Perth residents far more vigilant about locking doors than they ever had before. The murder of Lucy Merdrill amplified their wariness. Yet reports continued to trickle through about nighttime break ins and prowling incidents across the city. In suburbs throughout the north, south and west of Perth, residents found they were missing cash. Typically the burglaries weren't discovered until the thief was long gone, but sometimes he was caught in the actual. On one occasion, a couple kissing goodnight in Como spotted a man Hiding in the bushes, watching them. Another time, at a house in Applecross, a little girl went into her kitchen and spotted the silhouette of a man. Is that you, Daddy? She asked as he darted out the back door. In one encounter, a man came across the prowler in his home. He begged the homeowner to let him go, claiming he was only there because he was unemployed and desperate to feed his children. Taking pity on who he thought was a desperate burglar, the man gave him some food and let him leave. One afternoon at 5pm a woman named Phyllis was in her South Perth kitchen preparing dinner when a strange man walked in. He had dark hair underneath his brimmed hat, was short and carried a leather suitcase. The man's most notable feature was his cleft lip and palate, a relatively common birth defect in which there is a split in an individual's upper lip. As the man calmly strolled in, he turned and looked blankly at one of Phyllis sons who was playing nearby. Then he put his bag down and started questioning Phyllis, first asking if her husband was home. Phyllis said yes. He was sitting in the lounge room. The man asked how many children the couple had, how old they were and which schools they attended. Phyllis was terrified, but something told her that the best way to handle the situation was by remaining calm and unfazed. She politely answered his questions. When she finished, the man picked up his bag again, turned and walked out of the house. Phyllis rushed to her husband to tell him what had happened and the couple ran to a window. The man was outside, casually walking down the street and disappearing around the corner like nothing unusual had happened. Halfway through the year, on Saturday, June 15, 1963, 20 year old Carmel Reed was going to a party. Carmel did clerical and statistical work at the University of Western Australia and didn't have many late nights out. But tonight was a special occasion. It was the 21st birthday of one of her closest friends. Carmel had a fun night and was driven home at 2:20am by her friend's fiance, who made sure she got into her home safely. Carmel had moved into her flat in Netherlands just one month earlier and was living there with two other young women. One of them, who Carmel shared a room with, was staying with her boyfriend that night, while the other housemate was already fast asleep by the time Carmel got home. Carmel got ready for bed and checked all of the windows and doors were locked. There was just one window she didn't check. It was a small ventilator window located about 5ft up the lounge room wall as it only measured 2ft by 1.5ft. Carmel figured it was safe to leave slightly. She climbed into bed at 2:45. Two hours later, she was abruptly awoken by a rustling sound coming from the dining room. Carmel's heart started to pound and she called out, is anyone there? No reply came and the noise stopped. Carmel sat up in bed, listening carefully. Then she saw the figure of a man appear in her doorway. He shone a bright torch into her eyes, blinding her as he walked into the room. Carmel hid under her bedsheets and screamed in response. The man stabbed at her chest with a sharp object. Carmel's chest seared with pain and she rolled away to escape the barrage. She realised she needed to try to escape. Karmal flung off her sheet and blanket, hoping to hit the man with them, then leapt out of bed and bolted for the door. It was dark and she couldn't see anything. Suddenly she felt a sharp stinging sensation in her face. The man had hit her. Then he fled from the flat, dropping the object he'd stabbed Carmel with as he went. It was an umbrella he'd found in her room and he'd used its steel point to jab at her. Screaming, Carmel ran to her housemate's room and found her cowering in bed. Having overheard the attack, neighbours who heard the commotion called the police. Officers quickly descended on the flat, but recovered nothing belonging to the intruder, not even any fingerprints. The only thing taken from the property was a purse that contained 15 shillings. It would turn out that one of the extra police cars patrolling the area, due to the frequency of these attacks, had passed by Carmel's apartment building just minutes before the assault. The prowler break ins weren't the only reason for police issuing additional patrols throughout the relatively small city. There had been a number of other crimes that had warranted the extra manpower, but no one in law enforcement realised that they were actually all connected. Almost five years earlier, on the night of Friday, September 12, 1958, a woman named Nell Schneider had been riding her bike home in the southern suburb of Bentley, about eight kilometres from Perth's cbd. When she was just a few hundred metres from her home, a car suddenly sped up behind her and slammed into her bicycle. The bike became stuck to the car's grille. As Nell was thrown up in the air. She slammed down on the road head first. As quickly as it had arrived, the car sped away, disappearing into the night. Nell was left lying on the bitumen, unconscious in a pool of blood. She was found by a passing motorist about 45 minutes later and remained in a coma for two weeks. Although she eventually recovered, Nell was diagnosed with chronic post traumatic temporal lobe epilepsy, which led to her experiencing blackouts and seizures on occasion. The car used in the attack was identified as a Ford Consul, which had been stolen that same night from a home in Victoria Park. It was found abandoned about half a mile from where Null was struck. No fingerprints were recovered from the vehicle. Police attributed the theft of the car to joyriders and concluded that they had most likely hit Nell by accident while speeding, then fled in panic. The incident featured in some newspaper headlines and officers began an intensive search for the culprit. The investigations continued for some time, but with nothing more to go on, they made no progress. What the police didn't know was that the man who would later be dubbed the Night Caller had abruptly started committing a new kind of attack. He'd been breaking into residences and prowling for years, but this was his first violent assault against a stranger. Three and a half months later, on Saturday, December 27, a woman named Kathy Bellis was walking home from a bus stop late at night after working a shift as a waitress. Kathy lived in Belmont, then a new suburb in the city's east. There were no streetlights there in 1958, so Kathy pulled out a small torch she kept for occasions when she had to walk their suburbs unlit streets at night. Shining it in front of her, she began to make her way home. It was only two blocks, but Kathy's surroundings were pitch black and very isolated. The street she walked along had no houses, just paddocks and bushland flanking the bitumen road that had only been recently built. Suddenly, a car sped up behind Kathy, engine revving, it veered straight towards her, striking Kathy hard and throwing her 60ft across an intersection and into a neighbouring paddock. As Kathy lay in the soft ground of the paddock, she drifted in and out of consciousness, her pelvis and one of her legs seared with pain. Then she saw the face of a man looming above her. Realising it was the car's driver, but unsure whether or not she was hallucinating, she begged, don't leave me or I'll die. The man laughed, then ran back to his car and sped away. Kathy was discovered by a couple who'd heard her anguished cries and was rushed to the hospital. She had suffered a broken pelvis, two breaks in her leg, a shattered knee, a fracture to the base of her spine and another fracture at the top of her skull. Over the next year, Kathy had to undergo multiple surgeries and treatments. She would never be able to run again. The car that had struck her turned out to be a ute that was stolen the previous night from the suburb of Como, nine kilometres south west of Belmont. It was subsequently dumped about five kilometres away from the crime scene. More than a year went by with no more mysterious hit and runs. But plenty of other seemingly unrelated crimes were committed during that time, including the murders of Penina Berkman and Gillian Brewer. Then, almost four months after Gillian's murder, the hit and runs started again. Casefile will be back shortly. Thank you for supporting us by listening to this episode's sponsors. 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