Fatal Females

We all dread getting older. Our bodies slowly wrinkling and dimpling, joints curl in on themselves and eyes glaze over with milky cataracts. Our memories will start to dwindle and fade with murky recollections appearing like rippled images in a pond. But through all this we know there are establishments in place where we can rest out our remaining days under the careful care of a nurse. And this is exactly the place where Jane Toppan became one. A nurse yes, but more of the Angel of Death-type one. If you enjoy excruciating stomach pain and paralysis, book a room at the hospital where she works, for she delights in making the elder suffer before death. Pour a drink - but check for poison - as Pamela tells unspeakable tales of a good nurse gone bad.