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.

In every human civilization I can think of we've had you know rules

Granted some of them have been silly or downright wrong and should have been scrapped, but by and large rules help keep the weave nice and tight on the fabric of society. Without them, well, you've basically got the purge. Nobody wants that. If for no other reason, then all those masks would be creepy. Most people have no problem following most of the rules, but once in a

while you get a person who thinks he's above them. Whether it's because of

arrogance, desperation, desperation, boredom, or some combination of them all,

these folks decide they don't have to stick to the plan.

The sky is the limit for them because they are such special little

shooting stars. Sometimes that works out okay. We get our rebels with a cause,

leaders who change our way of thinking, being, or governing,

but just as often we get a rebel without a clue instead.

If we're unlucky enough, that can end in tragedy.

If we're lucky, we just get a good laugh and a wild story like this one.

This is the resurrection of Lutherists Canou Man John Darwin. So, campers, we're in the pretty seaside town of Seton-Karu in England.

March 21st, 2002.

This is our first British case, I think, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

I'm excited.

It was about 4.30 in the afternoon when John Darwin, a former school teacher and current prison

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