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.

Romantic jealousy is for the most, fundamental to the human experience, one of the uglier strands in the tangled mess that makes up a heart.

Some people manage to overcome it completely.

Most of us will be familiar with the occasional hot stab of possessiveness,

and some people will let jealousy consume them like a wildfire.

If that person is also broken in a hundred other ways, then chances are somebody's going to get hurt.

This is, You belong with me, the murders of Victor Gunnerson and Catherine Miller. So, campers, we're starting this one in the woods just off of the Blue Ridge Parkway, close to the mountain town of Boone, North Carolina, January 7, 1994.

Detective Sergeant Paula May walked through the snowy forest, dreading what she was about

to see.

It was just after 2 p.m. but under the cloudy sky and the bare branches of the trees it was already gloomy on the forest floor.

If you've ever been walking in the woods after a snowfall, you'll know how incredibly still it can be,

like the whole world is stuck in one frozen instant, a feeling that can be either magical or eerie.

The only sound Sergeant May heard was the crunch of her own boots on the snow.

The surveyor, whose report had brought her up here hadn't wanted to come any closer and he decided to hang back.

What he'd found were a pair of bare feet sticking out of the snow that had drifted against a fallen pine tree.

In fact, he'd almost stepped on them,

which as you can imagine had freaked him out pretty badly. Detective May found the feet soon

enough. The left one was whole, but the toes of the right one had been eaten off, probably by a coyote or a fox, leaving only the bones.

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