The Alphabet Murders
The alphabet murders (also known as the "double initial murders") occurred in the 1970s in the Rochester, New York, area and possibly in Los Angeles, California.
The case began when three young girls were abused and strangled in the Rochester, New York area.
The case received its name from the fact that each of the girls' first and last names started with the same letter. Furthermore, each body was found in a town that had a name starting with the same letter as the victim's name:
• Carmen Colon in Churchville
• Michelle Maenza in Macedon
• Wanda Walkowicz in Webster
Investigators have theorized that a series of murders with similar circumstances in California, in the late 1970s, is connected to these three murders.
Although hundreds of people were questioned, the killer was never caught. One man, considered to be a person of interest (he committed suicide six weeks after the last of the murders) was cleared in 2007 by DNA profiling.
In the case of Carmen Colon, her uncle was also considered a suspect until his suicide in 1991.
Another suspect was Kenneth Bianchi, who at the time was an ice cream vendor in Rochester, New York, vending from sites close to the first two murder scenes. He was a Rochester native who later moved to Los Angeles and, with his cousin Angelo Buono, Jr., committed the Hillside Strangler murders between 1977 and 1978.
Bianchi was never charged with the alphabet murders, and he has repeatedly tried to have investigators officially clear him of suspicion.
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And now, a story.
When I was younger and visiting my parents, I took my stumpy, never-met-a-stranger Lab mutt out to go potty around 5 AM. At the end of the super long driveway I ran into a guy just kind of hanging out in the pine trees. He asked for a cigarette and when I said I didn't have one he wished me a good night. The whole time my happy little dog (She must have been about 10 months old) was straining towards him for attention.
I get half way up the drive way and she suddenly lunges behind me, practically ripping my shoulder out of the socket. Just going absolutely ape shit, something I have never and still haven't seen from her to this day 8 years later. When I spun around to get her under control I see the guy is just beyond her reach booking it away. He was following me up the driveway. Later I remember my family remarking over the few days I was there that it smelled like cigarettes around the front porch and garage. This guy had probably been hanging around our house. I don't know what would had happened had my dog not flipped her shit.