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

Wow, time really does fly. When I started posting my Amelia Dyer story on this blog, I imagined I would do it over a couple of weeks. However, it’s been such an incredibly busy summer for me, I haven’t really had the opportunity to log on as often as I had intended. It’s taken me over two months to post the whole story but here’s the last instalment. Enjoy!

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 5/5

Whilst packing her bags, she had a premonition:  Dressed in rags, it was a child's apparition. It hobbled towards her as she stood in shock. Turning to the window, she let out a squawk.

Whilst packing her bags, she had a premonition:
Dressed in rags, it was a child’s apparition.
It hobbled towards her as she stood in shock.
Turning to the window, she let out a squawk.

The bodies were crawling out of the dirt, First an arm, then a head, and next a tattered shirt. The children were back, back from the dead. Their eyes full of hate, they filled her with dread.

The bodies were crawling out of the dirt,
First an arm, then a head, and next a tattered shirt.
The children were back, back from the dead.
Their eyes full of hate, they filled her with dread.

They grabbed her and dragged her out to the garden. She begged them for mercy. She begged them for pardon. But the dead don't listen. They can't speak or hear. Her time was up, and she trembled with fear.

They grabbed her and dragged her out to the garden.
She begged them for mercy. She begged them for pardon.
But the dead don’t listen. They can’t speak or hear.
Her time was up, and she trembled with fear.

Her victims demanded violent retribution. Amelia’s death was a gruesome execution. But according to legend, her soul was so foul It fled from hell and spends nights on the prowl.

Her victims demanded violent retribution.
Amelia’s death was a gruesome execution.
But according to legend, her soul was so foul
It fled from hell and spends nights on the prowl.

So beware, beware, before going to bed – Amelia is back. Yes, she's back from the dead. Feeding on children just like you. You better watch out, or she might eat you too!

So beware, beware, before going to bed –
Amelia is back. Yes, she’s back from the dead.
Feeding on children just like you.
You better watch out, or she might eat you too!

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

Read Part 3 here

Read Part 4 here

Click here to read more about Amelia

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Amelia Dyer, a Victorian Tale of Horror (part 4/5)

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 4/5

For years, Amelia cooked up baby flesh with flair. Her gastronomic venture was a winning affair. People came from all around to try the carte du jour. "This meat's so soft and tender!" "You should try the confiture!"

For years, Amelia cooked up baby flesh with flair.
Her gastronomic venture was a winning affair.
People came from all around to try the carte du jour.
“This meat’s so soft and tender!” “You should try the confiture!”

Until one night at dinner, there came an awful scream. Did someone have a heart attack? It was that extreme. "There's a hand on my plate," a young man blurted out, “Served with some carrots and just one Brussels sprout.”

Until one night at dinner, there came an awful scream.
Did someone have a heart attack? It was that extreme.
“There’s a hand on my plate,” a young man blurted out,
“Served with some carrots and just one Brussels sprout.”

The diners crowded round the abhorrent preparation, Then rushed into the kitchen to demand an explanation. They couldn’t believe their eyes when they spotted Bloody walls, severed limbs, and infants half-rotted.

The diners crowded round the abhorrent preparation,
Then rushed into the kitchen to demand an explanation.
They couldn’t believe their eyes when they spotted
Bloody walls, severed limbs, and infants half-rotted.

The women all fainted and fell to the floor, While the men all heaved at the sight of gore. Their disgust and terror was palpable On finding out they’d become cannibals.

The women all fainted and fell to the floor,
While the men all heaved at the sight of gore.
Their disgust and terror was palpable
On finding out they’d become cannibals.

But wily Amelia refused to get caught. She picked up her knives and her patrons she slaught. Knowing her days in Bristol were over, She started to plan a new life in Dover.

But wily Amelia refused to get caught.
She picked up her knives and her patrons she slaught.
Knowing her days in Bristol were over,
She started to plan a new life in Dover.

Read Part 5 here

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

Read Part 3 here

Click here to read more about Amelia

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!”  

Read Part 4 here

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

Click here to read more about Amelia

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.

Read Part 3 here

Read Part 1 here

Click here to read more about Amelia

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.

Read Part 2 here

Click here to read more about Amelia

 

The children were back from the dead…

… revengeful and lusting for blood.

From their graves they crawled up like zombies, covered in mud

zombie children

All that gore!

I didn’t realise just how gory my Amelia Dyer story was until I started illustrating the book. The idea was to write a horror / comedy poem that would make the reader smile and be horrified at the same time. I was thinking something along the lines of Edward Gorey’s book “The Gashlycrumb Tinies” and my intentions were clearly laid out in my blog post from last year (read it here). Even the doodles that I had drawn were very much in the style I had imagined for the book.  But when I started modelling the different scenes in 3d I realised just how bloody and cruel the poem is.

 

Self-censorship is not a practice I undertake but the Amelia Project is so different from what I normally do with children’s picture books, and aimed at a totally different age group that I don’t find it appropriate to post the gory and bloody illustration on this site.  For those who can handle and enjoy the horror genre, please visit my Amelia Dyer website here. For others who still want to keep up-to-date with the progress of my book; I will keep you all informed on this blog, but will leave out the gory bits.

 

The picture below depicts three mice eating away at the gore. If you want to see the bigger picture (i.e. what they’re eating), then you’ll have to visit the Amelia Dyer website… but you have been warned!

Mice_Amelia_Dyer

three little mice

 

People gathered around …

People gathered around and demanded an explanation. They all rushed to the kitchen to investigate the hand’s amputation. Nothing in this world could have prepared them for what they discovered. A scene so gory and gruesome… they never recovered!

People gathered around and demanded an explanation. They all rushed to the kitchen to investigate the hand’s amputation. Nothing in this world could have prepared them for what they discovered. A scene so gory and gruesome… they never recovered!

The most time consuming part of illustrating my book is character design. I’m new to the Blender software and turning my 3d characters into digital puppets, I find, is a rather difficult process. The characters in the above pic are OK for posing but anything that would require the slightest movement, such as a simple gif animation, would require more work. I will need to work on that as I intend to animate my Amelia Dyer poem. But for the printed version of the picture book  it will do just fine.

 

Who is afraid of rats?

rats in the basement G Olivo

A few years later, Mrs Dyer met her cruel and despicable fate
When Amelia locked her in the basement, way back in 1848

Not me, I love them. But I think Mrs Dyer has a pretty good reason for being petrified of rats. My illustration (and animation) is finally starting to take shape.

And speaking of rats, my sister and I had two pet rats many, many years ago. I named mine Amadeus (the black rat on the left in the pic below) but my sister just couldn’t decide on a name for hers, so I started calling it “the cow” (it had the same distinctive colour markings as a Holstein cow) and the name just stuck. Rats are incredible pets. They are very intelligent and loving. My rat was so comfortable around me; it would fall asleep on my shoulder.

pet rats

Amadeus and the cow

……        🙂

In the mood for the macabre (part II) – Amelia Dyer

Early this year, I came across a newspaper story about one of Britain’s most prolific killers; Amelia Dyer. (http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/crime/amelia-dyer-the-woman-who-murdered-300-babies-8507570.html) I was surprise that I had never heard of her before reading this column. Seeing that she had killed over 300 babies, you’d think she’d be well known like Jack the Ripper and other infamous killers. It’s a fascinating but very gruesome story. The tale of Amelia Dyer is so gloomy it doesn’t read like a factual description. You’d feel like it should belong in the fictional world of horror. Sadly, it’s all true and it all happened in Bristol during the Victorian times.

Amelia Dyer1893

Amelia Dyer1893

 

I was looking for a new challenging project for next yearI wanted to write a short story in the horror genre and when I read the article about Amelia, I just knew I’d found my subject. I’ve decided that the illustration style of this project will follow the same child-friendly, cartoon-like design that I’ve employed in my other projects (see “Agosto, a frightened little acorn” and “My Monster”). My intention is to mix the two opposite genres of horror and humour. A great example of this is Edward Gorey’s book entitled: “The Gashlycrumb Tinies”.  It is cruel, gruesome, horrific but at the same time funny, enjoyable, clever and charming plus it took the macabre humour genre to another level.   It begins:-

A is for Amy who fell down the stairs,

B is for Basil assaulted by bears,

C is for Clara who wasted away,

D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh …

My story will not be an alphabet book horror tale but I have written the story about Amelia in rhyming verse.  If everything goes according to plan, I will make the finished product into a picture book similar to my previous work.

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