Seven Sisters...Vickie's Daycare

By Nellie Cake

My six sisters and I along with seven of our aunts now own two asylums that were abandoned after we took them over and we just purchased our third abandoned asylum. The first asylum we purchased was the "Arkham Asylum" which we will eventually change this name. The second asylum we took over then purchased we renamed it the "D.A.I.B.E.O." asylum which has two different meanings. The first three initials means "Diffuse Axonal Injury" and the second three initials means "Banquet Event Order." We want to rename the third asylum we purchase "Carrieann's Venom Asylum" in memory of our grandma, our aunt's mother Carrieann who died at the land fill near the Arkham Asylum.

There was a lot of evil went on at the Arkham asylum that the world don't know about.

We decided to call our new asylum "Vickie's Daycare" in lew of the story behind this historic building. Vickie's Daycare's doors originally opened in the early 1800's and closed it's doors in the mid 1900's because of allegations of patients being chained in the basement unethically, neglecting, beating, and raping patients. From my experience so far maybe they deserved it.

This asylum has a very special sad story attached to it. An innocent young beautiful girl named Vickie was falsely accused of murder and wrongfully sentenced to life in this asylum and kept in maximum confinement and deemed criminally insane. She was sane and had done none of the things they accused her of. After many years of shock therapy and taking drugs that would put down an elephant she finally did go insane. She attacked and murdered a group of inmates/patients and a counselor during a "Feelings" group meeting. She then hung herself in the main lobby. This is only one of many stories about the past of this asylum.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nellie Cake
• Release date: Mar 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005863951

Nellie Cake

Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, and erotic murder thrillers. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. I also write Erotic Murder Thriller series.People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it.Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man.My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon.My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters.Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering.I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist.It just wasn't working for me to be quiet all these years about so many rapes because I never told. So I started writing fiction, erotic murder thrillers. Morbid ways of killing all the men who raped me, and there were many, became my inspiration to write erotic murder thrillers.copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

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Seven Sisters...Vickie's Daycare

Nellie Cake

Published by Nellie Cake at Smashwords

Copyright 2020 Nellie Cake

My six sisters and I along with seven of our aunts now own two asylums that were abandoned after we took them over and we just purchased our third abandoned asylum. The first asylum we purchased was the Arkham Asylum which we will eventually change this name. The second asylum we took over then purchased we renamed it the D.A.I.B.E.O. asylum which has two different meanings. The first three initials means Diffuse Axonal Injury and the second three initials means Banquet Event Order. We want to rename the third asylum we purchase Carrieann's Venom Asylum in memory of our grandma, our aunt's mother Carrieann who died at the land fill near the Arkham Asylum.

There was a lot of evil went on at the Arkham asylum that the world don't know about.

We decided to call our new asylum Vickie's Daycare in lew of the story behind this historic building. Vickie's Daycare's doors originally opened in the early 1800's and closed it's doors in the mid 1900's because of allegations of patients being chained in the basement unethically, neglecting, beating, and raping patients. From my experience so far maybe they deserved it.

This asylum has a very special sad story attached to it. An innocent young beautiful girl named Vickie was falsely accused of murder and wrongfully sentenced to life in this asylum and kept in maximum confinement and deemed criminally insane. She was sane and had done none of the things they accused her of. After many years of shock therapy and taking drugs that would put down an elephant she finally did go insane. She attacked and murdered a group of inmates/patients and a counselor during a Feelings group meeting. She then hung herself in the main lobby. This is only one of many stories about the past of this asylum.

Rumors went on for many years after their doors closed and it was abandoned that Vickie's spirit along with many abused, raped and murdered children's spirits roams the halls and main rooms wanting justice. Vickie was beat and raped by doctors and psychiatrist, people who were put in charge of her care who was supposed to protect and take care of her. She was also getting beat and raped by a few insane male members of the Feelings group. During movie time the men