I'm co-opting this one, since we don't have a song of our own yet; or at least, not a good one. It's 3 years today, if you didn't know.
In the 80's in Tacoma, the Green River Killer was still just a phantom to the young women of the area, a cautionary tale about being picked up by strange men on the highway. Of course, the monster turned out to be a pasty factory worker with a dodgy mustache - he escaped the death penalty by agreeing to cooperate with investigators on the unsolved murders that they couldn't directly pin on him, but he'll never get out of prison and he'll never murder another girl. That fear though, that psychic wound that people like him inflict on their community, that lasts much longer than they do.