Hello campers, grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire.

Wear 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, or roasting

murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

T.S. Eliot ends his poem, The Hollow Men, with the line, This is the way the world ends.

Not with a bang, but a whimper.

Sprite criminals are always after the bang.

Many see themselves going out in a blaze of glory, taking as many people with them as they

can.

Going down in history as some kind of dark anti-hero, shaking up the way we think, making

us question our most basic values, leaving a big, smoking crater in the earth on their

way out of it.

These guys are legends in their own minds.

Only enough though, as hard as they try for the big bang, they often end up with the whimper.

And there's no better example of that than the schmo in today's story.

This is Full Tilt Boogie, The Crimes of Peter Braunstein.

A young woman was settling in for the evening after a long day at work when she heard a frantic

pounding on her apartment door.

She opened it to find a man in a firefighter's uniform, and behind him a hallway full of

sulfur-smilling smoke.

Not what you want to see when you open your door at the end of a hard day.

You'd probably be thinking, oh shit, do I have time to grab anything before I evacuate

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