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Welcome to 10-minute murder.

You know, there's something comforting about a locked door.

It's the universal sign for, mind your business.

There's nothing weird happening behind here.

But what if I told you a story about where every door and every window was locked, the valuables

were untouched, and yet someone still ended up very, very dead?

Today we're diving into the baffling case of Theodore Connys, a man who didn't just live

off the grid, he lived in the walls.

His health was bad, his luck was worse, and his decisions, well, they were uniquely terrible.

It's a tale of desperation, a closet-trap door the size of a shoebox, and a murder that left

Denver police scratching their head.

This one has it all, eerie noises, a face at the window, and an attic that's less spacious loft,

and more coffin with insulation. But before we get into that story, if you like your true

crime brief and bingeable, you found the right podcast. Tap the follow button now for access

to at least two episodes per week. Let's get into it. Most of us stand at our refrigerators, pondering snacks or leftovers, blissfully unaware that such a mundane moment could mark the end of a life. But from one man in Denver,

Colorado, it did. His final moments unexpectedly tied to a figure named Theodore Coney's.

Born in November 1882 in Illinois, Theodore's life was an unrelenting uphill battle. From his first breaths, he faced challenges

that would define him. The Great Depression loomed far in the future, but Theodore was convinced

he would not live to see it. He entered the world with a body that seemed destined to betray him.

His lungs were weak, his heart weaker still. Doctors delivered grim forecasts

to his parents. Avoid physical activity at all costs if he hoped to survive even a fraction

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