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.

We talk a lot about masks on our show. Most people wear them sometimes. We have our professional

mask, our make a good first impression mask, our fake it tell you make it one when we don't want anybody to know how anxious we are.

But for most of us, the masks aren't that different from our real personalities,

just a little more polished maybe.

Most of us don't absolutely need the masks to survive, to avoid the

horror and revulsion of our peers, to avoid prison. We hear it all the time on news

reports about horror movie style atrocities.

He seemed like such a nice guy.

He seemed so normal. He never even raised his voice.

It's unsettling to realize how convincing a mass can be, even when what lies behind it is nothing short of monstrous.

This is Fox Hollow, serial killer Herb Bamister. So, Camper's, we're at Fox Hollow Farm, a spectacular multi-million dollar home on acres of beautiful

woodland in Westfield, Indiana, just a few minutes outside Indianapolis.

June 1996.

It was hot and still in the woods behind the mansion as Indianapolis police detectives follow Julie Baumister and her lawyer through the trees.

Mrs. Baumister, a polite, prepily dressed mother of three and the soon to be ex wife of a prominent local

businessman was leading the investigators to the place where about a year

earlier her children had found a human skull. They'd brought it into the house, all excited to show her,

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