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.

We're all pretty aware of the big obvious dangers in our lives. We look both ways

before we cross the street, we take our vitamins, we lock our doors at night,

at least I hope we do after listening to a year's worth of true crime campfire.

We don't walk down dark alleys alone if we can avoid it.

But the real kick in the kidney is sometimes the worst dangers are the ones we never see coming.

Sometimes they sneak into our lives cloaked in darkness, but sometimes we invite them in with a smile.

What happens when danger slips past us, wearing a friendly face? with a

houndrelle with a friendly face. This is the unusual suspect,

at Halloween horror story. So, Campers, we're in Napa Valley, California, Halloween night 2004.

20-something roommates Adrian Insanya, Leslie Mazara, and Lauren Mienza were having a fun night.

They'd been out earlier in the evening. They'd handed out candy to neighborhood kids and oo-naught

over the cute costumes and now they were settling in in the cute little

bungalow house they all shared to eat popcorn and candy and watch a DVD box set of the

show six feet under. Damn that sounds like a good time. It sounds so fun.

And it's making me want popcorn and Halloween can. That sounds like a good time. So fun.

And it's making me want popcorn and Halloween candy.

Hell yeah.

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