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.

Cell phones are amazing, aren't they? You have this little magic box in your pocket that you can look at and use to call halfway across the world. New parents can send photos of their babies to their loved ones that live hours away. Best friends can start a podcast even though they don't

live in the same state, and soulmates can meet even from entirely different countries.

Of course, we can't have good things without someone using it for evil. Some people use phones as a means

of harassment, of control.

In today's case, a stalker uses their phone as a weapon of mass destruction in order to try to get the attention of one man.

This is You Be Dead, the stalking of Dr. Jan Falkowski.

Music The stalking of Dr. Jan Falkowski. So, campers, today we're in London in the United Kingdom.

Dr. Jan Falkowski and Debbie Pemberton are about to embark on one of the happiest journeys of their lives.

Mowage.

The couple had met in December of 2001 and two weeks later, Jan proposed on New Year's Eve.

Now, we know we usually poke fun at people for these types of speedy engagements and, you know, deservedly,

but these two seemed like the real deal. They quickly started to plan

their dream wedding and decided to take their time and have a long engagement, which I would say

is definitely the way to go if you just met. Dr. Jan Falcowski is a respected psychiatrist,

as well as a professional powerboat racer. Debbie worked as a financial analyst. Together, they were

quite the power couple. Their engagement was announced in a National Health Service magazine,

which is distributed in NHS offices as reading, which is funny to me as an American because we have,

you know, cripplingly expensive private health care. And I feel like if we had like cheery little

magazines announcing our doctor's engagements in the waiting rooms, they'd have to add new

Geneva conventions. Like, oh, how nice for you. You're getting married on a yacht, are you?

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