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.

A young woman found naked and dead in the water, a diary that held clues to a secret life,

dark truths hidden behind suburban walls and a mind at war with itself.

This week we have a tale of mystery and madness where the borders of reality itself start to crumble. This is Great Dismal,

the murder of Kathy Bonnie. So, campers, we're starting this one in Camden County, North Carolina, just across the border

from Virginia. Sunday, November 22, 1987. Wes Lindquist had gone out for a drive to clear his head

after church. The pastor had been railing against men who mistreat women, and this had hit home for Wes.

He'd only recently found religion, and now worked as a handyman at the church, and had just gotten

engaged. Before that, though, he'd been kind of a player, very much a love him and leave him kind of dude,

and the sermon had left him riddled with guilt over his fornicating past, and also about the

impure thoughts that plagued him about his as-yet-uncimated new relationship.

His drive took him down Highway 17, where he stopped beside the Dismal Swamp Canal to wrestle

with his thoughts and skim rocks across the water. The canal runs down the eastern edge of the Great Dismal Swamp,

a half million acres of tangled wetland that teems with life and is just about as appealing as

the name suggests it will be. On this chilly November day, with bare branches scratching at the

cold, clear sky as far as the eye could see,

the great dismal was a dark and sinister place.

Down by the water, Wes got a glimpse of something pale and went for a closer look.

He saw what he thought was a sex doll, lying half in and half out of the canal,

the hair from its wig spreading across the dark water.

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