Hello, campers. Grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire.

We're your camp counselors. I'm Katie and I'm Whitney.

And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction.

We're roasting murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

Shuppenhallower wrote,

Fate shuffles the cards and we play.

Every day, every decision we make

sparks a chain reaction of others,

leading us down a particular path,

and with every choice a universe of other un-choices spins away behind

us, forgotten. We all like to think we're the master of our own destiny, but sometimes we fall to the whims of chance instead.

This is one of those stories of two boys whose monster egos sent them down a path of destruction, and two innocent victims whose only crime was

being there. This is because they were home, the story of the Dartmouth murders. So, we're in the sleepy town of Vershire, Vermont on July 19, 2000.

Andrew Patty and his 11-year-old son Andy Jr. were cozying up on the couch at around 10 p.m.

Reading bedtime stories and listening as the wood stove crackled.

He and his wife had purchased the house as a vacation home in 1999 and worked hard to make it a home away from home.

They wanted somewhere to escape to when the bustling city life of New York got to be too much,

and it was important to Andrew to instill a love of nature in his son.

The plan for this trip was to spend the week with his son in their standard poodle, Roxy,

hiking and fishing and playing cards and generally doing the mountain man thing. This area of Vermont was safe

and that there was very little crime. But like every small mountain town, most townies tend

to resent big city folks coming in and appreciating their town a little too much.

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