Nicki's Daycare
I don’t exactly know where to post this, as generally people don’t tend to believe me when I tell them about this place. Nicki’s daycare was a Preschool/daycare that was located right near my house in Montana.
I had never seen the daycare until I had gone, and even at such a young age, I remember it so vividly. It was a one floor, relatively large building, with a sign out front spelling out “Nicki’s Daycare” in large letters. The outside and inside were both fairly kid-friendly, and there were many rooms inside. I still speak to kids I met there to this day, but they say they don’t remember it at all. Even when I would ask my parents about the place, they didn’t even reply.
Attempting to do as much research as possible, I searched up all the possibilities I could, but found nothing. All my memories there were fairly peaceful, and the workers there were all nice. I had a few unusual moments there, including when a kid got injured and never came back from the nurse. But the problem was, he hadn’t gotten seriously injured. He had just gotten a scratch. Thinking back on it makes me so uncomfortable, even just knowing how often kids never came back from there.
I had a select few friends there out of the many kids that went. Most of them were girls, like myself, but a few were boys. I was quite close with one girl, her name being Kayleigh. I’d never thought of it until now, but she was quite terrified of one specific worker. The worker’s name was Nicki, same as the owner’s, and she was fairly nice to me. But whenever Nicki entered the same room as Kayleigh, she would almost go silent as a mouse. In fact, most of the kids were afraid of Nicki, even though she was sweeter than what most could handle.
The most unusual part of the whole situation is that every single kid that went missing from there, always got injured in some minor way. Whether it be a bloody nose, or a bruise, it was always the same. The kid would be sent home, never to return again. Whenever I ask kids who used to go there with me, they always reply with the same thing. “Who’s Nicki?”. Almost as if not only did they forget going there, they forgot the people that went with them as well.
Eventually, finally, I found some sort of information on Nicki’s daycare. Except something was different. I had discovered a website with a logo of the same name, yet every single picture I found was dysmorphed in some way. Panicked, I called my parents into the room, and they came rushing in. The second they did, my computer shut off, and wouldn't turn back on again. Anxiously, I grabbed my phone off my desk, and searched up “Nickis.daycare.com”, just for nothing to appear. I couldn’t access the site anymore.
Ever since, whenever I mention the place, nobody will even speak with me. I haven’t talked with any of the kids from there in weeks, and they won’t answer me. Attempting to do more research has been hard, but I recently found information on the workers there. Here’s what stood out to me.
Nicki’s daycare was a building located in REDACTED Montana, and was well known for being a place of horrors. The building was nice, however the workers were quite aggressive with kids, resulting in a shutdown of the daycare. The owner, Nicki, when asked her reasonings for not firing the workers, would not reply, and only smiled softly. From the understanding of Psychologists, After doing research on each and every one of the children’s conditions, they couldn’t remember the place.
While that may make sense to those out there reading this, there was a large problem running through my head. The incidents happened in 1986. I’m 17.
Credited to Strawbsiewrite
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