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Amelia Dyer, a Victorian Tale of Horror (part 3/5)

Note: Amelia Dyer is part of my Horror Vault stories and is NOT suitable for younger readers. The story contains no strong language but has occasionally some gory moments.

Proceed with caution… part 3/5

"Please take my child!" cried a mother in despair, Leaving little Doris, the result of an affair. Farming children became Amelia's trade Prospering from the pain of the women she betrayed.

“Please take my child!” cried a mother in despair,
Leaving little Doris, the result of an affair.
Farming children became Amelia’s trade
Prospering from the pain of the women she betrayed.

And so Amelia gained a saintly reputation Amongst unwed mothers afraid of defamation.  Desperate and poor, they flocked around her house, Giving up their bastards so they could court a spouse.

And so Amelia gained a saintly reputation
Amongst unwed mothers afraid of defamation.
Desperate and poor, they flocked around her house,
Giving up their bastards so they could court a spouse.

But looking after children was a dreary proposition. Amelia let them starve and they died of malnutrition.  She hid their little bodies wherever there was space, Cabinets full of babies, gone without a trace.

But looking after children was a dreary proposition.
Amelia let them starve and they died of malnutrition.
She hid their little bodies wherever there was space,
Cabinets full of babies, gone without a trace.

But the stench of rotting children was causing air pollution. Afraid of getting caught, Amelia thought of a solution.  "I'll start up a café and serve the dead as pork and game.  I'll call it ‘The Crying Baby.’ Now there's a fitting name!”

But the stench of rotting children was causing air pollution. Afraid of getting caught, Amelia thought of a solution. “I’ll start up a café and serve the dead as pork and game. I’ll call it ‘The Crying Baby.’ Now there’s a fitting name!”  

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Amelia Dyer, a Victorian Tale of Horror (part 2/5)

Please note: Amelia Dyer is part of my Horror Vault stories and is NOT suitable for younger readers. The story contains no strong language but has occasionally some gory moments.

Proceed with caution… part 2/5

And then one day in 1848, Amelia Dyer sealed her mother's fate. Locked in the basement, she let out a scream As the rats surrounded her, their eyes agleam.

And then one day in 1848,
Amelia Dyer sealed her mother’s fate.
Locked in the basement, she let out a scream
As the rats surrounded her, their eyes agleam.

In a minute or two, the beasts were upon her And Amelia’s mother knew she was a goner. She made a tasty meal for those starving rats, So much better than rotting kitchen scraps.

In a minute or two, the beasts were upon her
And Amelia’s mother knew she was a goner.
She made a tasty meal for those starving rats,
So much better than rotting kitchen scraps.

Soon, Amelia's brothers suffered their demise. Filling the room with their blood and their cries, She put them through a mincer and served them on a plate. Amelia's thirst for murder was impossible to sate.

Soon, Amelia’s brothers suffered their demise.
Filling the room with their blood and their cries,
She put them through a mincer and served them on a plate.
Amelia’s thirst for murder was impossible to sate.

Forced to earn a living, Amelia had a plan. She turned to baby farming. The horror soon began. Knock, knock, knock! "There's someone at the door!" Just outside, she found a baby on the floor.  To be continued….. Read Part 1  Click here to read more about Amelia  http://www.gustavoolivo.co.uk/amelia-dyer-a-victorian-tale-of-horror.html

Forced to earn a living, Amelia had a plan.
She turned to baby farming. The horror soon began.
Knock, knock, knock! “There’s someone at the door!”
Just outside, she found a baby on the floor.

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Amelia Dyer, a Victorian Tale of Horror (part 1/5)

Please note: Amelia Dyer is part of my Horror Vault stories and is NOT suitable for younger readers. If this had been a film I would give it a 12A rating. The story contains no strong language but has occasionally some gory moments.

Proceed with caution…

Born in Bristol in 1837, She looked like an angel, sent down from heaven.  But Amelia Dyer, that cherubic child,  Grew up to be wicked, deviant, and wild!

Born in Bristol in 1837,
She looked like an angel, sent down from heaven.
But Amelia Dyer, that cherubic child,
Grew up to be wicked, deviant, and wild!

At five years old, she tortured little kittens, Hung them upside-down, and stuffed them in her mittens. Tormenting helpless creatures became her addiction –   Her story’s so grim you might think that it's fiction.

At five years old, she tortured little kittens,
Hung them upside-down, and stuffed them in her mittens.
Tormenting helpless creatures became her addiction –
Her story’s so grim you might think that it’s fiction.

Her three older brothers, William, Thomas, and James, Feared their little sister and her sadistic games. For no one was safe when Amelia was near. To hurt other people filled her with cheer.

Her three older brothers, William, Thomas, and James,
Feared their little sister and her sadistic games.
For no one was safe when Amelia was near.
To hurt other people filled her with cheer.

Amelia’s mother lived in constant panic, Fully convinced that the girl was satanic.  At home, she took care to avoid her daughter, Sure that she’d be the first one slaughtered.

Amelia’s mother lived in constant panic,
Fully convinced that the girl was satanic.
At home, she took care to avoid her daughter,
Sure that she’d be the first one slaughtered.

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