The wind and the water

​The wind bites at my face while I’m standing on the shore, watching waves crash and listening for ... something. It’s nine at night and it’s dark and I’m thinking about all the time I’ve spent in the area over the past few weeks, and before that, the past few years and I’m worried. Worried about a feeling I have. 

Ever since the bodies of multiple individuals was found scattered along the south shore of Long Island, I, along with many others, have been obsessed with the idea of a serial killer in our own back yards. The Suffolk County Police Department (SCPD) have yet to formally name someone, though there are suspects, some publicly-known, others, not so much. In my spare time, my quiet moments, I find myself thinking about the “where,” the “why,” and perhaps most importantly, the “who.”

Maybe that last one, the “who,” doesn’t really matter? Maybe this is one of those cases where it’ll never be solved, like Zodiac or Jack the Ripper. Maybe it’s destined to remain unsolved. But that doesn’t seem right. There are actual victims at the hearts of this story, same with Zodiac and Jack the Ripper, but at the end of the day, let justice be done, right? 

What happens if the Long Island Serial Killer (LISK) is already dead? What if there were more than one killer? What if he or she or they have moved on? What if LISK is killing in entirely new territory? Maybe Long Island just got too expensive for LISK to stay and keep up their fun? LISK then becomes a victim too, only of the economic absurdity that is Long Island, New York.

As of this writing, there have been no new killings, at least, none directly connected to LISK. There are multiple theories surrounding a variety of missing persons cases on Long Island, and while it would be silly to say that they’re all connected to LISK, it isn’t out of the realm of possibility that at least a few are directly connected.

After all, wouldn’t it stand to reason that for an individual with a ruined “trophy garden” for his or her victims be anxious to find another? I know “trophy garden” is a weird term for those not familiar with this kind of research, but it basically means “the place where a serial killer likes to keep their bodies or pieces of victims.” Gruesome, sure, but real. For LISK, the area of Gilgo Beach and the surrounding area was his trophy garden.

The SCPD refuse to comment on an ongoing investigation. That makes sense, you can’t give up information that you need to make a case. That said, a lot of the theories surrounding LISK include law enforcement and political figures, so, while those may not be my personal beliefs, over the course of this series, we will certainly be looking at whatever kind of police involvement or political connections that may exist in the LISK case. Many could chalk these theories up to paranoia, but that’s for you to decide.

While I stand at the edge of the sand, close enough to the water that my boots are getting wet, I listen. Theories surmise that LISK is still in the area. Some say he’s within two miles of the trophy garden. I have my own thoughts, my own theories, but it’s important to see all sides of this narrative, however gruesome as they may be.