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An unfinished autobiography of Aileen Wuornos, a serial killer who spent her childhood in Troy, Michigan. It includes information about her family, institutionalization, relationships, sex, prostitution, and crimes. The document also provides insights into her life on the run and her thoughts on her childhood.
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Back cover Front cover Unfinished Autobiography of Aileen Wuornos Part 1: Childhood Narrative for use in the form of script or graphic novel Information for biographical purposes
Life at Home Family o Kid Days Family house and neighbourhood o Video Driving round the neighbourhood Rebel Kid o staying up all night to find out Santa wasn’t real at age 6, getting to be naughty and Bombarding Keith “with Snow- balls the rest of the Winter” o age 6 or 7, eating strawberries from the garden, trying to smoke the vine until realised they could rip off cigs o Playing with fire Rapes Age 14 – Unwed mothers home in Detroit Mums Death Grandad o Barry and Lori’s bad genes made them behave badly from dads alcoholism, Keith and Aileen treated as 2nd class family members, until mum died and they were kicked out by dad. o Nick Broomfield: Michelle Schuman recorded an incident with her [Aileen’s] grandfather o Interview versions Biological mum o 6 October – Calumet, Michigan o Pictures Institutionalisation 15 - Pontiac, Juvenile centre o 3 weeks on the run, partying, back in court, Age 15 - Adrian Girls School, Rochester Michigan o Adrian o The 1st Run o 3rd Run o Scars Life on the run Neighbourhood and Friendship with Dawn o The pits and dawn o Chapter 2 o burning a barn down with the gang, drugs o jeans, cigs and booze o Dawn and Ducky fighting over clothes o dreaming fantasy childhood, Clawson, pits, lori’s new port (black tank), woods, stoney creek, parks, the mall, 15 miles away jimmy e. the bizar shop, the store, where else but back to the pits, pool hall, o Keith’s Crush o Lori scooped dawn away o The Clark gas-station o painting dawns bedroom black and getting high o serious race hate o getting caught smoking weed, quitting school, living in the woods o Relationship to dawn’s parents o ” sleeping rough in the pits like “a soldier/sleeping out in a battle field. Only no gun fire, Just “Silence”” pretending to cops living in dawns house, running into the woods to escape, o Winter snow / spring the pit near Atkins – running away, starving, embracing death by mud slide, gang rape, warning to other kids o 2nd to last interview – after being thrown out o Living - Walking round the woods o Living in the fort with Dennis Allen
Kid Days
... And my memory of my kid days can go way back. So far back I amaze myself! Such as, I can recall being held in a boys blanket with 3 Women standing around starin at me and playin with my hands and nose, all of which I didn’t like at all!. Chuckle. Chhhhccchhhh. Then I remember another scene being real little. I was in a crib where my diapers were on to tight and the safety pins were digging into my hips, with me wantin this taken care of royal – as I cried my heart out for them to come and rescue me from... And as I moved on into the growing pains of life, I’d come accrosst a hot interest that’d intrigue me so. All of which would be... Music. I fell in love! Dazzled in Rock an Roll... I was gonna be another Janis Joplin or Jimi Hindrix. You name it... Then I started getting musical equipment for Christmas. I was gearin up for a band!. I had acquired now Bongo’s (a) flute and (a) harmonica., but best of all., a Wind up guitar!. Yet low and behold, I could never master those fishin strings and the fancy art of playin it. So I’d wind it up instead / allowin it to strum itself / This land is your land / as I’d pretend I was hindrex while it was. Ha Ha. ... And the house we lived in was built by him, couisins, and friends... While Mom prettied it up... With flower gardens...
Well ol’ lost buddy. Sending more pictures of you of everyone if you can... If you could some day soon. Would you please take a couple color photo’s of my old house. It sits accross the Maddox’s... Please do. I’d like to see if my Mothers flowers are still around. And her trees she raised...
From the looks of my old house in this photo, I stand in Awe! Totally amazed! The front door – “look at it closely!” it seems to be like some 20/30 inches from the screen door. Which has me believe they re-converted the Living room... The tree in the front yard is new. Some 23 years old, but wasnt my moms doin. She planted 2 trees in back, close to the house and I see there still there. Barry engraved his name at the top of the tree, one facing west – from back yard – (left hand one.) So if anyone ever cuts it down, they’ll see his name and date on the bark... The flowers! all gone. My mom worked for 33 years on all her flower beds., and rose bushes that use to line the house and the aluminum chain fencing (that now gone) use to be around the front yard. ... I’m very happy to see my house having been so cared for and (creatively kept up with) as it has. Whoever lives there. “Thank-You”... The middle section of the house we called the backroom. I feel was remodeled inside... They either built in another fire-place – (or) this new grey smoke stack deal above the house is for the suana in the garage (they kept and didnt tear down). The suana was a steam room – “finnish style” my Dad built along with the house...
Michelle: er yea that door right there, I was infront of that door, see they’ve redid the house since then, but that room in the very back is her bedroom, not the first one but the second window, you see how low they are, she used to climb right out of them. Xxxx lived there also and we used to go over and smoke pot and do whatever, get in all kinds of shit. Nick: but lot’s of different drugs? Michelle: Yes! Erm lots of pills actually, LSD, mescaline, bladder acid
And talk about good lookin [Grandparents], who reminded me of Movie Stars royal !.... They tried there best to keep the Morals in the family and in tune to it too... So it wasn’t really all that bad. As things wouldn’t change until we’d reach our teens... Lord there went our Moral values... Be it the booze, cigs, or drugs... staying up all night to find out santa wasn’t real at age 6, getting to be naughty and BomBarding Keith “with Snow-balls the rest of the Winter” You know.... sittin here thinking of Christmas got me rememberin when Keith an I were little youngins and a real cute incident occurred. Ha Ha. Let me share it with ya. OK. We were no other then (6) me (7) Keith (8) Lori... A perfect Christmas Eve... After hours of fun, and time for bed, we hit it worn out yet not willin to sleep
... so we could hopefully catch Santa... So we stayed up... 45 minutes had to of gone by, when suddenly Keith, shrieked. “I see him!” “I see him!” “I just saw a red cap go by the front door, Hes here!” And scurried he did – to the fire place – to cordially Welcome Santa down the shoooot. While Lori an I ran to the front door... All the commotion gave us away, as mom an Dad stumbled on into the Livingroom to wit us all up an about! “Scolded” – we were hurried back to bed... Well so be it, mom an Dad knew when all of us were asleep. Cause none of us wit them placeing all them gifts that night, we so faithfully requested to Santa... Every year our ways of doing it up for the Holidays were pretty much likewise ... Our imaginations were runnin wild an free – full of excited fun. Untill we had to learn the truth. Final out-come. Keith got “BomBarded with Snow-balls the rest of the Winter”... HA HA HA age 6 or 7, eating strawberries from the garden, trying to smoke the vine until realised they could rip off cigs ... strawberries. Emm. Sounds good. Havent had Lovely strawberries since I was 6 or 7... So its been a long time since I’ve eatin strawberries. And when we were kids we tried to smoke the rotted vines. It worked a little. You could get a puff or 2. But we started early with cigerrettes – so continued to rip em off from whom ever or where ever – we ever could. As for having put out for any. No way. And whoever made that one up is CRAZY. period. Anyway,... Kid days! Ahhhh. They were so Heavenly.... Playing with fire And School became my favorite thing to attend. But when 3rd grade would come along, this would take a turn for the worse, screwing up my joy of going. ... I was (9) and Lori was (11) at the time her and I decided to play with some flammable liquid in an empty duck shed we had along side our house. The whole shed lit up quick being so full of hay and rotted wood. As Lori received a slight burn on her thigh, and I my face. 1st and 2nd degree burns they were. Some 3rd around the forehead. Luckily it was basically lighter fluid and not gasoline (or) I’d of been without one. a face that is., for sure. I was wrapped up like the invisible man for at least 3 days in the Hospital. Then for a time at home. After about 3 months it seemed, careing for the burns, I’d wind up with scars on my forehead, only. Thank God!. And I always have. Yet this didn’t heed any warning signals to be / More Careful...
My first run in with would be at parties I was considered a stranger to. Out in Pontiac and Detroit. Where as I’d find myself tied to a bed (spread eagle) / (that is once I awoke) and gang raped. As I’d run into at least 3 of these brutal attacks at 13. Animals. Then sadly I was runnin into this with those I knew at parties ... And then the last to come which hindered anymore for a while anyway would be from a ride, as I’d hitchhike home from clawson after sneaking out to party at, some 8 miles away. And this one would get me pregnant. At 14. Low Life Scum Ball The rape Yes its true. The guy did say he knew my dad, and where I lived. He picked me up out of the pouring rain. on 20 and Rochester, accross from the Clark station... He pulled me out from it, and asked me if I could use a lift. I told him where I lived (not far!) Then he did say my dads name. Says he comes to the bar often. Then the rest. Too embarressing Then trying to hide it for six months which was only getting harder to do. / Talk about then adding insult to injury!. I was sent to an unwed home in Detroit. Only to then have to put him up for adoption once born. / as I named him Keith Arnold Wuornos. Abuser are the only ones at fault
... this notion of yours that if only you’d a done more as a kid for me! Quit! There was no-way you could, help. You were a teen. You had no-way too.! Your parents couldnt either! Being as barely makin it themselves + for you 3. Others could of helped me in life but didnt. Instead, abused me, (or) tried to in one way or thee other. These ones are diffenately to blame. So pleeeeeease dont ever feel guilty about such. No need too. OK. God knows percisely who they are...
... its snowin outside. Way back when I was 14 stuck in an Unwed home in Detroit., Low an Behold just before I had the little tike – it was snowin outside. So! I guess I can’t say I find that to unusual... Boy that kid I had was huge. I can’t remember if they said 7 lbs 11 ounce’s or 11 lbs 7 ounces. But I sure remember well the pain. 24 hours of labor. The stretch marks from him rack my bod. There all over. He pulled me apart! Wound up naming him. Keith Arnold Wuornos. Then later, as I was being sentenced to girls training school. the Judge said that my child was adopted into a wealthy family., and that the 1st name was kept. Humm. Wonder how true that all was. Anyway! Sure kept me happy....
But once at home, I was back on the run. My dad got laid off of Beaver Percision [Products, Inc.] after 15 years there..
. I believe this is where the major problems in the house began. Him there 24/7 drunk... That’s when [Dad] begin to hit the bottle ever then before and my Mother unknowingly was getting sicker of a sickness I didn’t know she even had. ... Mom would die from the tyroid condition and Dad would later committ suicide over it... My mother wound up dieing in one of the bedrooms of the house., as dad Would later bet the house away with a horse bet at Hazel Park Race Track... Then later I’d learn that he assisted Mom to her death. By getting what she requested for the first time ever, since she didn’t drink at all. And that was beer to increase her chances and as the story goes to ease the pains of, from this tyroid condition that gave her this cherosis of the Liver... I was crushed... Had I of only known, I know I would of tried to “then” straighten things out between Dad an I... I became crushed to the max... I hitchhiked to her funneral and then a short time later would be picked up for the first time as a run away.
10-3- Dear Dawn, ... I’ve got to tell you something thatll blow your mind, like it has mine. I mean this is awesome.! When I was a kid my mom + I would talk about God and life after death, and besides hundreds of other things – also the house being fixed up... She died then when I was 14.
... From my experiences with my father. “I hated him!” On alot of occasions of how he seemingly institutionalized me at home. He was as cold as ice. All because of W WII. He was a sergeant in it, head over 50 men, while fighting in his platoon. And he felt like Keith + I were the enemy. had invaded his territory. So like a syndrome. he laid his “Sergeant crap” on us. Even having us forced to call him “Sir”. instead of dad...
Barry and Lori’s bad genes made them behave badly from dads alcoholism, Keith and Aileen treated as 2nd class family members, until mum died and they were kicked out by dad. Dear Dawn, ... Hey remember when I was trying to explain why I think [Lori and Barry] were different from Keith and I genetically. OK, what I was trying to say was that, Diane126 was there 1st child. So my grandparents gene’s probably weren’t as dis-troyed yet from booze. Like my grandfathers. So Diane’s make up was O.K.... But “Barry and Lori”, came next afterward, and I believe “NOW” dads sperm count wasnt so good as when Diane was brought fourth into the world, So with it off in genetics, not much, but enough to warrent a slight characteristics problem, once they were birthen... Lori + Barry... both Graduated + Barry went to college. See Keith and I’s “neglection” by the family, in being always 2nd class, had us “Run away from home”... If mom127 hadnt of died. I bet, Lori couldve went to college also. But had we wanted to. No go! ... So now you see. why (?) Lori + Barry would jump on the money to witness against me... Lying for the State and for the Money ... Time for me to study my Bib-ble... Stay Kool! The Kiddo! Love Aileen, *** Nick Broomfield: Michelle Schuman recorded an incident with her [Aileen’s] grandfather Michelle: I don't know how much you want me to say, he was a bastard Lawyer: Do you recall an incident when you and Aileen skipped school Michelle: yes Lawyer: What happened? Did you go up to Aileen’s house? Michelle: I walked home with her, and we had gotten caught, and I remember looking through the front, they had a screen door view, and the minute she walked in, he had her over a chair, and ah sighsI stood there and watched him, and he beat the hell out of her with a black belt that was around his waist, he took it off and told her to lean over the chair, and he walloped on her for a good 5 minutes Lawyer: Is this what you would call a spanking? Michelle: Oh no, no, it was like, it left me hypnotised Lawyer: Did he know you were watching? Michelle: Yea he did, he was aware I was watching Lawyer: Is that just an example as to Michelle: That's an example yes ***
Interview versions Nick Broomfield: I wondered how Aileen herself viewed her childhood in Troy Nick: was it quite nice living there? Aileen: Yea Troy’s alright, and oh I want to straighten out somethin man, say hey Nick, I want to get this straightened out because Jacky, Drew and all them, all lied about my family. Nick: well how did they lie about your family Aileen: well see, now I gotta, this documentation I’ve got to square some stuff up Nick: ok so tell me about your family Aileen: ok the truth about my family is this: my dad was so straight, and so clean, he wouldn’t even wear a, take his shirt off to mow the lawn. He did not believe in cussing, he did not believe in er long hair and miniskirts and stuff, he was really straight and really decent. And so was my mum, my mum hated swearing in the house, if you swore, you said one sware word you’d have a whole bar of lava soap in your mouth, so I came from a real clean and decent family. But why then did you get thrown out after the birth? See after my mom died, my dad got pissed; he was like “ok this is the last straw”, you know; “I think you are the cause of moms death”. Because she had physical problems that because of all the stress and the pain of everything you know, and what I’m going through as a wild kid, is pissing him off. I mean he thinks that that killed her aswell, and induced her death, so he’s pissed off, he doesn’t want me home anymore. Nick: Aileen, let me ask you one question, do you think if you hadn’t had to leave your home and sleep in the cars and stuff, your life would have turned out differently? Now then [back to serious], if I could do my life all over again and I came from backgrounds that was right on [betrays script], I mean my family was right on, but as far as my mom not dying, my dad not freaking out about us. If I could do it all over again, my family died too young, I had to hit the road, and I came from a family that was supportive, we didn’t have split sister and brother stuff and all that, it was all true blood, all of that blood and everything was, financially stable, and everybody was really tight, I (pauses for effect), would have become more than likely an outstanding citizen of America, who would have either been an archaeologist, a paramedic, a police officer, a fire department gal, or an undercover worker for DEA or did I say archaeology? Or a missionary but I’m not a Christian freak, so scrub missionary, because I’m just thinking you know, if I would have come from a decent, ye know I would have done real decent.
(long pause) Do you know the exact date of the execution? I think it’s soon. Ok, I think I’ll rest better. Nick: As we were leaving, Dianne asked for Aileen’s forgiveness
Nick: Just before we came here, we met with your mother Dianne, Aileen: You met with my brother and Dianne, I could give a Nick: Your mother Dianne Aileen: My mother Dianne, let me tell you something about my mother, she plopped me out of her belly, left me with my grandparents, and we never knew her, so tell that damn whore, I could give a fuck if she even had me, she had me and left, to texas, my mom and my dad never saw them ever again, except at funerals, my moms funeral, my dads funeral and my brothers funeral. And if she’s at mine, probably be spitting on her, I couldn’t care less; I don’t give a damn about that damn whore. I don’t know her, I never even knew her Nick: well she asked for your forgiveness Aileen: she can go to hell, she doesn’t have any of my forgiveness, I don’t even know her, don’t even want to know her.
Pictures Her biological mother Dianne who abandoned her when she was 6 months old Her father Leo was convicted of kidnapping and sodomizing an 8 year old boy, he committed suicide in prison. Her grandfather Larry who she called dad and is rumoured to be her biological father, he abused both Aileen and her mother. Aileen aged 13 when she got pregnant and had a baby boy that was put up for adoption.
run away from home for the last time, parents filed run away report to not get in trouble with law, she thinks dad knew that it would get her locked up, big gang found her to tell her the news of mum dying then just left her again, burnt out, hitchhiked to funeral, 24 hours later, picked up by cops, juvenile centre full of hate, gaurds sadistic, on the 2nd day put in solitary for a week, managed to escape by getting on a list of names for a trip out the facility, picked her moment and calmly walked off, told her story to a farmer who had herd about the treatment at the facility, hid her and took her out to motorway. Well, as you know, way back, at the age of 15, I ran away from home for the 3rd and last time. The other times were at the age of 13 and 14. Now Mom cared., but Dad didn’t. But in order for themselves not to get in any trouble with the Law, they did as any normal parent should do and finally filed a run away report. With Dad havein a plan behind it, I had no idea of – once I was caught. Then of-course, as you know, during this 3rd split from the house, Mom dies. Unaware to! I had no idea she was so sick. As she did in the Morning, and I was at the pits about to be hunted down by Lori and some of the Shelley girls in Dad’s Maverick Lori was driven. Now you may have been with em Dawn, but I can’t remember everyone there. I was beginning to get way burned out from the whole mess – so please forgive me if you were and I’ve forgotten. Anyway... from the car – someone came down to the beach and told me Lori was up there and needed to talk with me. So I made my way up thee embankment, to the car, only to find her full of tears. Then she laid on the Shocking New’s an split., just to leave me likewise. The news got to the Cops fast, that I was around the area, ... after that. Surely by Lori. Barry or Dad. But because of an Uncle or Cuss. (can’t remember what kind of kin he was).... being one of the Cops in Troy I believe I was overlooked for a while as a run away, so I could attend her funeral. Yet it
Dear Dawn, Hi Buddy!... let me tell ya some of thee ol’ wars I’ve been in. Ha Ha Ha. I’ve got scad’s of war stories!. Seen a bunch! Chuckle Chuckle. So as I said I’d do. Let me continue here with Adrian. Lord. Now that there (is) one war story!. Geeeez... Adrian
... Arriveing in the evening hours to check into my new motel (or) should I say hell... called Girls Training School. Located in Adrian Michigan. I was amazed how huge the place was!... it was once an old plantation ... As the houses with all there buildings intrigued me with their antiquity. I pictured Amish folk. (or) even further then that!. ole the 1500 pilgrims (or) other’s. Visualizing them wondering around... to be now remodeled into a reformatory for troubled Kids and run aways like me... I was placed in a cottage named Rose. / I believe! ... two more weeks of thee ol’ place and I was suddenly gettin home sick... and wantin to just get back to Troy to see Keith and Lori again. (or) anybody else I loved!. So plans of runnin were next... The place was so wide Open – you could just walk away... So I figured. A piece of cake!. Ō but I’d learn a tail of major problem... As the story went, that no girl had yet succeeded in her attempts. Because of the hounds. ... What!?. There it was. Well OK Back to the drawin board., and how I’m gonna beat them hounds once I take off... To Be Continued., Love Aileen running from the hounds, burning chest, panic, 1 farmer and dog, hiding meters away from dogs, getting caught, running twice more, getting torn up by barbed wire, hiding up a tree, swaring one of the guards pretended not to see her, gave her wink, hid from cars all the way along the motorway to gas station, picked up by local who had herd about the treatment at the facility.
The 1st Run Hi Buddy!. Ready for some more Adrian. I hope so, cause here comes a bunch more. Enjoy the campfire talk. Chuckle. Chuckle. Hand me another marshmallow will ya. One of those dam hounds took the last one I had on the stick. Chhhhhccchhhh. Boy them Hounds! So it went like this Dawn....... ., A Black gal named Bernedett and I volunteered Kitchen duty... After Breakfast, we had to wait for roll call and one more round of a check from the cottage guard ... when Bernadett gave me the signal to hit it, and I was gone!. Boooom! out the back door I flew! Runnin my ass off!. Crossin the dirt road, flyin over the ditch into the woods, just a runnin just as fast as I could. I was floorin it right through the pine, brush, and shrub., slippin along the way on broken limbs and pine cone’s lieing around!. This runnin was Hard... My legs were growin tired, as my chest was wretched in Sweat and Pain. Burning Bad!. This burning ripped on down my throat and licked flat into my lungs like fire. I knew I had to keep runnin and get a good mile or two before I could stop., but feelin ½ way there is when I heard the hounds.
... So the more I heard them hounds, the faster I ran... My body felt like it was gonna just drop ... I knew then too, that I had to hide out near the tracks and just hope for the better... And as the hounds were getting closer an closer – I feared only 2 things bad!. The poundin of my heart... and sweat. Wonderin if the dogs would pick up any of it. Eyein the ties, I began to see what was huntin me down... it was one huge fat guy with farmer jeans and a flannel shirt on. With one Dog!. They were so Close, I could hear the dogs pantin. Suddenly ... the dog looked up from sniffin and stared right at me. He just stopped at all that he was doin and stared right in my direction. Then the farmer said: “you see somethin boy!?”... as he began to look in my direction too. I nearly fell out!. My heart was in my throat! I kept eyein them and thinking ... I’m busted. But not without a fight!. when next the dog went back to snoopin the tracks and movin on, as the farmer took the dog’s word for it, and followed on behind him. ... I started laughin... Here they both passed me up – right from under their nose’s... To Be Continued, Love Aileen [UNDATED] Dear Dawn, Hi. And onto the woods here an my first run. Don’t get scared now. Cause later on there’s even scarrier. Ha Ha Ha. I swear. Enjoy my life lines Buddy. What a life I lead. For Shore. So in continuance here. Continueing ... I must of gotten 100 yards when suddenly out of the blue came another guy with a dog. But this time in the woods. The girls told me to wear dark colors if I was gonna do this., so I put on a black T-shirt with blue jeans. It obviously did the trick too!. Because in this 2nd run in they just walked on by -... Sayin to myself Man!. your Dogs can’t smell. Unless the dog was just caught up in the matrix of the woods. / with its smell an all. Therefore blocking his scent. Otherwise these dogs were just phoney to me!., as they walked on by.... I now wondered how many more of them there were....