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.

If you think about the 1920s in the United States, a few things might come to mind.

Jazz, prohibition, Babe Ruth, and right at the end of the Wall Street crash.

And if you think of crime, you probably think of Al Capone, bootlegging and fast-talking wise guys with Tommy guns.

But the 1920s were also in some ways the nation's

introduction to crimes that could shock and horrify the entire country. Leopold and Loeb's

thrill-killing, the kidnapping and murder of the Lindbergh baby, the utter horror of child-killer

and cannibal Albert Fish. And possibly the most prolific killer of the decade

was a man whose strange desires sent him on a trail of murder all across a continent.

This is part one of Dark Strang one at the end of the story.

Winnipeg, Canada, January 13th, 1928.

It was a Friday the 13th.

In the chill gray stillness just before dawn,

the prisoner was brought out into the cobbled yard

of the old Vaughn Street jail, where the gallows had been erected.

He'd been a notoriously powerful man,

but months in a lonely cell with three solid meals a day

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