Episode 11

Israel Keyes

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Israel Keyes was a serial killer no one was looking for. After Keyes was arrested in Texas on March 13, 2012, authorities began to unravel a web of crimes. Keyes admitted to several murders--but only two with known victims. He spoke multiple times with authorities. However, he committed suicide on December 2, 2012, before law enforcement could gain more knowledge of his crimes.  

Known Victims:

In June of 2011, Israel Keyes flew into Chicago, Illinois. From Chicago he drove to Essex, Vermont. There he abducted Lorraine and Bill Currier on June 8th. He had planted a "murder kit" near their home. He shot Bill and sexually assaulted and strangled Lorraine. Their remains have still not been found.

On February 1, 2012, Keyes abducted Samantha Koenig from the coffee stand where she worked in Anchorage, Alaska. Israel Keyes kept Samantha's body in his shed for two weeks while he traveled. After he returned he took a ransom photo with her dead body. He disposed of her body in Matanuska Lake near Palmer, Alaska. Samantha's body was found dismembered three weeks after Keyes' arrest.

Unknown Victims:

In the summer of 1997 or 1998, Keyes claimed to have abducted and sexually assaulted a female between the ages of 14-18. The victim was out tubing with friends on Deschutes River near Maupin, OR.

Keyes claimed to have killed his first victim between July and October 2001 in Neah Bay, WA. He also claimed to have killed an unidentified couple, relationship unknown, in the state of Washington sometime between July 2001-July 2005.

During either the summer or fall of 2005 or 2006, Keyes claimed to have killed two other people. He alleged to dumping one of their bodies in Crescent Lake.

On April 9, 2009, Keyes said that he abducted a female on the east coast and crossed state lines to bring her to New York State. It is believed that she is buried in Constable, New York. Her identity is unknown and remains have not been found.


Time Period: 2001-2012

Location: Keyes traveled all over the country. The known states he visited/lived are Alaska, California, Vermont, New York, Illinois, Texas, Louisiana, Oregon, North Dakota, Arizona, Utah, and Massachusetts. But Keyes also traveled outside of the United States. He spent time in Canada, Belize and Mexico.

Number of victims: Three with their identities known. Total number of victims is unknown.


This week's assignment is a rabbit hole. Keyes claimed that most of his victims were strangled but didn't give identities. These victims could be anywhere; they may be listed as missing persons. Take a look at the detailed by the FBI here. You can use this timeline to cross check with databases like the Doe Network, NaMUS, and the Charley Project for possible matches.

Law enforcement is also looking for additional murder kits or caches that Keyes may have stored in the places he visited. If you live in any of those areas, go explore or geocaching and you may find one. If you have any information, please contact us or the FBI.


1. Do not name names publicly. Send everything to the police or to this page and we will forward to the police.
2. Do not contact any family members.
3. Do not doxx each other and be civil. We all want to the same thing. 

As tips come in, Jensen and Holes will work to verify them. If they look good, we will publish them here to try and get us closer to their names.

Israel Keyes Suicide Note:
Transcript of Keyes' entire note:
"Where will you go, you clever little worm, if you bleed your host dry?
Back in your ride, the night is still young, streetlights push back the black I neat rows. Off to the right a graveyard appears, lines of stones, bodies molder below. Turn away quick, bob your head to the seat, as straight through that stop sign you roll loaded truck with lights off slams into you broadside, your flesh smashed as metal explodes.
You may have been free, you loved living your lie, fate had its own scheme crushed like a bug you still die.
Soon, now, you'll join those ranks of dead or your ashes the wind will soon blow. Family and friends will shed a few tears, pretend it's off to heaven you go. But the reality is you were just bones and meat, and with your brain died also your soul.
Send the dying to wait for their death in the comfort of retirement homes, quietly/quickly say "it's for the best" it's best for you so their fate you'll not know. Turn a blind eye back to the screen, soak in your reality shows. Stand in front of your mirror and you preen, in a plastic castle you call home.
Land of the free, land of the lie, land of scheme Americanize! 
Consume what you don't need, stars you idolize, pursue what you admit is a dream, then it's American die.
Get in your big car, so you can get to work fast, on roads made of dinosaur bones. Punch in on the clock and sit on your ass, playing stupid ass games on your phone. Paper on your wall, says you got smarts. The test that you took told you so, but you would still crawl like the vermin you are, once your precious power grids blown.
Land of the free, land of the lie, land of the scheme, Americanize.
Now that I have you held tight I will tell you a story, speak soft in your ear so you know that it's true. You're my love at first sight and though you're scared to be near me, my words penetrate your thoughts now in an intimate prelude.
I looked in your eyes, they were so dark, warm and trusting, as though you had not a worry or care. The more guiless the game the better potential to fill up those pools with your fear.
Your face framed in dark curls like a portrait, the sun shone through highlights of red. What color I wonder, and how straight will it turn plastered back with the sweat of your blood.
Your wet lips were a promise of a secret unspoken, nervous laugh as it burst like a pulse of blood from your throat. There will be no more laughter here.
I feel your body tense up, my hand now on your shoulder, your eyes…Forget the lady called luck she does not abide near me for her powers don't extend to those who are dead.
[illegible words] would that I could keep you, let you be the master of your own fate...knowing full well what's at stake? My pretty captive butterfly colorful wings my hand smears...I somehow repaint them with punishment and tears.
Violent metamorphosis, emerge my dark moth princess, I would come often and worship on the altar of your flesh…You shudder with revulstion and try to shrink far from me. I'll have you tied down and begging to become my Stockholm sweetie.
Okay, talk is over, words are placid and weak. Back it with action or it all comes off cheap. Watch close while I work now, feel the electric shock of my touch, open your trembling flower, or your petals I'll crush."