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.

It's not unusual or unhealthy to go a little wild when you're young, to just go looking

for a good time with little thought for the consequences.

It's just how human beings are made.

But if you're like that your whole life, relentlessly looking out for your

own pleasures and barely aware of the damage you cause along the way, you're likely to land yourself

and everyone around you in a whole mess of trouble.

This is never enough, the crimes of Susan Grund. So, campers, for this one, we're in the small town of Peru Indiana August 3rd

1992. Just before midnight Susan Grun called 911 from her expensive new house

out on Summit Drive. It's my husband, she gasped to the dispatcher.

We just got here and there's blood on him.

There wasn't a lot of blood on her husband,

attorney Jim Grunned, but it was enough.

He had a single gunshot wound to his left eye. He lay still

on the couch in the bedroom, TV remote beside him, notes for a speech he was planning to make on

the coffee table.

Except for the horrible bloody hole where his eyes should have been,

he looked peaceful, like he just laid down for a nap on the couch.

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