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.

Sometimes danger comes in hot with blazing red flags and alarm bells so loud they drown out everything else.

Plenty of warning signs to activate the fight or flight instinct put us on guard. But that's not always the way it happens.

Sometimes danger slinks in silently, coiling itself around us without us even noticing, until it's already around our throats, and any chance

for escape is long past.

Today we have one of those stories where a talented young woman didn't realize she was in a killer's sights until it was far too late.

This is ensnwood, the day after Christmas, Boxing Day,

2011.

Sabrina Charles was getting frustrated trying to reach her 19-year-old sister Katie.

Katie was babysitting Sabrina's two kids, three and four years old, while Sabrina was in London

for the night.

Katie was an amazing auntie.

She loved sitting for her niece and nephew and she was a certified genius at getting him to go to bed on time.

When Sabrina had last spoken to her around 7 p.m. That's just what she'd finished doing.

The kids were both asleep and Katie was

settling in for a peaceful rest of her night. The first couple times Sabrina

called to check in after that when Katie didn't answer she figured her younger

sis was probably just listening to music on her

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