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.

Adolescence is a pretty wild ride.

On the one hand, we're starting to move past childhood where make believe takes up a ton

of our time, but we're still far enough out from adulthood that we can still get pretty

wrapped up in fantasy.

And when you combine a child's ability to blur the line between real and make believe

with a young adult's hormonal grumpiness and frantic desire for independence, you can

end up with a recipe for nastiness.

This is our latest when nerds attack.

So campers, for this one, we're in Roanoke, Texas, Thursday, September 25th, 2008.

Single mom Susan Bailey finished up at her second job at Bed Bath and Beyond around

11.30 p.m.

On the way home, she called our two teenage kids, Jennifer and David, but they didn't answer.

This was weird.

Weird enough that a tiny bit of worry started nibbling at the back of Susan's mind, but

mostly she was just pissed.

Both Jennifer and David had been acting like little shits all week.

Before she left for work earlier that day, she told them she expected them to be awake

when she got home.

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