The Today we pull back the curtain on Amy Archer Gilligan, a church-going widow with a warm smile

and a nursing home that locals would come to call the murder factory.

In a quiet Connecticut town, residents walked in healthy and left in caskets.

Their fortunes conveniently funneled to Amy, but one grieving sister, armed with a suspicious

letter and unshakable determination, dared to ask, why are so many people dying in Amy's

care? And why did they all seem

to enrich her on the way out? This isn't just an ordinary story. It's a descent into greed,

deception, and a trust so deeply betrayed it changed a community forever. But before we get into

that story, if you like your true crime brief and bingeable, you found the right podcast.

I give you at least two episodes per week, so hit that follow button now, and welcome to 10-minute murder. In the suffocating heat of a Connecticut summer in 1916, a determined woman sat across the desk from a man

she hoped could deliver justice. Nellie Pierce clutched a worn envelope, her brother's name scrawled

in a familiar hand, and a slim stack of papers filled with grim accusations. Her voice,

though trembling, cut through the room like a blade. Someone had murdered her brother, and she believed

she knew exactly who it was.

Nellie had tried before. She presented her case to the district attorney who dismissed her with

a smirk and a condescending pat on the shoulder. Now she pinned her last hope on the editor

of the Hartford Current. If the law wouldn't listen, maybe the press would. Maybe the truth about Amy Archer Gilligan

would finally see the light of day. Amy Archer Gilligan, kindly, church-going Amy, was no ordinary

suspect. In the genteel community of Windsor, Connecticut, Amy was a picture of piety, a plump,

middle-aged widow with a generous smile

and a reputation for helping the needy. But Nellie was convinced that beneath her unassuming exterior

lay something monstrous, a predator hiding in plain sight. Amy's story began far from the

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