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Twelve-year-old Polly Klaas was at a slumber party. Then a stranger came through the window.

Twelve-year-old Polly Klaas was at a slumber party. Then a stranger came through the window.

The pillowcases came down over their heads in the dark.

It was 10:30 p.m. on October 1, 1993, in Petaluma, California.

Three girls were at a slumber party in the home of twelve-year-old Polly Hannah Klaas.

A stranger came through a window, according to the case record.

He tied up the three girls, and he placed pillowcases over their heads.

Then he fled.

He took Polly with him.

The two friends freed themselves.

They alerted Polly's mother, Eve Nichol, who was in another part of the house.

That is what the record shows.

What the record does not show is why he chose that house.

What the record does not show is who he was, beyond the man later charged.

Online theories circulate about the intruder's identity and motive.

Those are theories.

They are not established by the record.

The night was ordinary before the window opened.

It was a sleepover, the kind of night a seventh-grader plans for days.

Polly was bright and outgoing, according to the case record.

She was twelve.

She was on the ground below, and then she was gone.

THE SEARCH

The search began before dawn.

It started with neighbors, then spread through Petaluma, then across the country.

Hundreds of volunteers joined local police and the FBI within hours, according to the case record.

They combed the surrounding countryside, field by field, road by road.

Hundreds of tips poured in, each one a thread the investigators pulled.

The investigation became one of the largest in California history at the time, the case record states.

Polly's mother, Eve Nichol, stood before cameras and pleaded for her daughter's return.

Her father, Marc Klaas, did the same.

They became prominent public advocates during those weeks, according to the case record.

Their faces were on every news broadcast, their words carried by every reporter.

The community held its breath.

It was a collective hope, a collective desperation.

Every sighting was a possibility.

Every tip was a chance.

Specific details of the search strategy are not in the record.

Leads that did not pan out are not in the record either.

What remains is the image of a town that would not stop looking.

What remains is the weight of a family waiting.

What remains is the question no one could answer.

Twelve-year-old Polly Klaas was at a slumber party. Then a stranger came through the window.

Where was Polly?

That would require evidence.

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