update March 1, 2026

update: March 1, 2026

So I had a strange encounter, on Main Street, the street parallel to and one over from South Street, on the end towards Elm Street near the Biddeford Library.

I’m listing where this happened, because maybe someone here knows who this man is or what he is talking about? I list the location, because given what he was carrying (a huge stack of about 300+ sheets of copy paper, that seem to be computer printouts?), and how he was dressed (no coat and only slippers on his feet) I assume that he ran out of his house to yell at me when he saw me walk by, so I’m assuming he lives right in this area as, and so maybe someone here knows who he is or what it is he is talking about? He is a very tall (well over 6 feet, maybe close to 6’4” - I’ve an uncle that height and this guy was close to that range) and very elderly (maybe late 80s like my dad, though looks older than my dad, so maybe 90s?)

It just seems really bizarre and I’m wondering, if this person emailing him is the same one who was making a lot of Reddit and FaceBook accounts and pretending to be me, that entire ten years of when I was not online because I was paralized? It certainly sounds like her, given the weird alien and monster talk that guy says she was doing in her emails to him.

The FBI still has not found out who it was who closed out all my bank accounts and stole all my money (I found out about it in 2023, but it happens sometime between 2013 and 2023, because I had been paralized and had not used my bank accounts that entire time; in 2023 when I was first starting to relearn to walk I went to the back and was told my accounts had been closed all the money withdrawn, and the bank said because it had happened more than 6 months prior their system had auto deleted all records, so they had no way to find out who did it or when they did it). The FBI thinks the woman who has been impersonating me on social networks online is probably the same one who is impersonating me offline locally and likely is the person who closed my bank accounts (the accounts were started in 1979 and had no digital access, they could only be accessed in person, so the bank knows it was done by someone who physically went into the bank building).

Anyways, it occurred to me that the person emailing this man, might be the person the FBI is looking for about my stolen money, but I did not think of it at the time, and now I don’t know how to find the man to see if he’ll forward all those emails he got to the FBI agent in charge of the investigation.

So here’s what happened: I’m walking along, as I do, when suddenly I hear someone yelling. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” Someone flagging someone down. And I stop to see what’s going on. This man trots up behind me and says:

“You gotta stop sending me all these emails.”

I ask: “What?” not sure if I heard him right… see… I don’t have email.

He repeats himself, adding words: “You gotta stop sending me all these emails about cryptids.”

I say to him: “I don’t use email and I don’t know who you are.”

Then he starts listing off a lot of words that I have no clue what any of them were, it sounds like a gibberish made up language with a few random English words mixed in. (I quickly learn it is not another language though)

I say to him: “I am still new to learning American English, I don’t know it well, and I don’t know slang words or street lingo at all. I can’ tell what you are saying. I don’t know those words.”

He stops flipping through the papers and stares at me with this stunned look on his face.

He says: “You wrote these emails.”

I say: “I already told you, I don’t use email. Whoever emailed you, it wasn’t me. I think you got me mixed up with someone else.”

He says: “But Etiole?”

Confused, I say: “Which one? The fictional Eel MerMan from my novels or the local homeless WW2 veteran that everyone around here calls an alien or demon because he has dwarfism and they refuse to believe he’s human.”

He stares at me silent again before saying: “Aren’t you EelKat?”

I say: “People call me that.”

He says: “Call you… wait… don’t you call yourself that?”

Me: “No.”

Him: “Why not?”

Me: “Why would I? EelKat is a fictional character from my novels.”

He is silent again, stares down at the stack of papers, looks back up at me, then says: “You’re not EelKat?”

Me: “No. I just told you. EelKat isn’t real. She’s a fictional black cat who belongs to a fiction Elf wizard in a novel I wrote back in 1978. I’ve not even used her as a character in any of my  books in over thirty years.”

He starts babbling weird gibberish words again, making me think he’s some sort of deranged raving lunatic… but it turns out he is reading one of the sheets of paper because he stops and says: “You didn’t write that?”

I say: “I don’t even know what language it is.”

He says: “It’s cryptids"

I say: “I don’t know how to write cryptographs."

He says: “No. Cryptids.”

I say: “I don’t know what that is.”

He starts listing off words again, that again I don’t know what they are. He stops and stares at me like he’s expecting me to know what he said.

I stand there waiting, as he is blocking the path and I can’t get by him, as normally I would have kept going. This is not the first time someone has come up to me yelling strange gibbering words like this before, and my usual assumption is to assume the person is nuts, drunk, or on drugs, but this guy has blocked the path and I can not get past him.

He flips through the papers and pulls out another on, again starts spouting off a lot of words I do not know, so again, I don’t know what he said.

He puts that page down and is now looking very confused, just as confused looking as I am myself feeling.

He’s no longer yelling at me, and is now talking in normal voice and says: “You really didn’t write that did you?”

I say: “I don’t know what language it is.”

He says: “But you email me every week, almost every day, you done it for years now.”

I say again: “I do not have email. It’s not possibly for me to email you. I don’t use email. And I also don’t know who you are.”

He says: “How do you not know me? Everyone knows me.”

I assume at that point he must be famous or something, by the way he said it. So i respond with:

“I don’t have a TV. I lived without electricity and plumbing for the first forty years of my life. I’m only just now starting to learn that most Americans own mirrors and toilets. It’s highly unlikely I would know anyone famous as I have never had access to such things."

He goes: “What about Stephen King?”

I say: “I don’t know him either. I know his fans like to show up in my yard and tell me that he thinks my car is haunted. Apparently he wrote a  book about me and my car and gave out my home address on some late night tv show, because his fans all say that’s how they found my home address.”

He goes: “You don’t know who Stephen King is?”

I say: “No. Should I?”

He says: “You talk about Stephen King all the time” he waves the stack of papers around in the air over his head. “You’re like his biggest fan or something.”

I say: “I don’t know who he is. I only know his name at all because ever since 1997 I’ve had to near daily call the police to drag his fans out of my yard, because they claim I’m “Stephen King’s Gypsy Witch, the real live Gypsy he based his movie Gypsy off of” and they say my car is “The Real Christine the World’s Most Haunted Car”, but near as i cam tell Stephen King is one of those crazy UFO nuts who believes my homeless WW2 veteran friend is an alien because, my friend is a midget, he has dwarfism, so people call him an alien. I let him sleep in my car at night, that’s why people think my car is haunted.”

He says: “YOU don’t think your car is haunted?”

I say: “No, only stupid people think that. There’s no such thing as ghosts or aliens or demons. Crazy people believe crazy things about my car.”

He goes silent again for a moment then says: “You… don’t… you don’t… you don’t believe in aliens?”

I say: “There is plenty of scientific evidence that there is no possible way for aliens to reach earth, because of how many hundreds of thousands of years it would take for a ship to get here. Scientists have proven that over and over again, only uneducated people believe in aliens. It’s foolish to believe in aliens.”

He says: “You know about lightyears?”

I say: “I took astrophysics in college. I write a Sci-Fi series about an Elf Merchant from the 40th century who travels Star Trek like to other galaxies. I wanted to know if the type of space travel his ship used was plausible. It wasn’t, so I made him be a wizard who powered his ship by magic spells instead.”

He stars at his stack of papers again: Then says: “But what about all the cryptid sightings?”

I say: “I don’t know what that is.”

He says: “These emails you keep sending me!” Waves papers around again.

I say: “I already told you, I don’t have email. It’s not physically possible for me to email you as I do not use email at all. I did not send you or anyone else any emails.”

He says: “But the cryptids!”

I say: “I don’t know what that means.”

He says: “CRYPTIDS! You talk about cryptids all the time!”

I say: “I don’t know what a cryptid is, so I can not very well talk about it. I really think you have me mixed up with someone else.”

He FINALLY, explains in long detail, that the weird gibberish words he’s been listing off for the past 15 minutes are names of cryptids, and apparently he is some famous cryptologist researcher or so he said, and I again told him that I still don’t know what any of those words mean.

He says a word then looks at me, like he’s waiting for a response.

Then he says: “Don’t you know what that is?”

Me: “No, I already told you whatever language you are speaking, I don’t know it.”

He says: “It’s not a language, it’s the Latin word for BigFoot.”

I say: “Ahhh. BigFoot.” I nod and make a mental note that this guy is probably crazy and I should now reach for my pepper spray and no sane person believes in BigFoot..but I say out load: “Then why didn’t you just say BigFoot?”

He says: “Because you are the one who wrote this email to me and you say ____.”

I say again: “I do not have an email, so I can not email anyone and I don’t know who YOU even are, so even if I could email anyone why would I email YOU?”

He says: “Because you’re EelKa!”

I say: “No I’m not. EelKat isn’t real.”

He goes: “He goes, what do you mean EelKat isn’t real, I’m talking to you right now!”

I say: “But I’m not EelKat. I’m Wendy. EelKat is a talking cat from a Science Fiction novel that I published forty-seven years ago.”

He goes: “You keep emailing me about these cryptids you keep finding!”

I say: “I don’t believe in monsters. And I keep telling you, I DO NOT HAVE AN EMAIL! I don’t know who is emailing you, but it isn’t me.”

At that point, I backed up and made it to a space in the path big enough to turn around, and went back to my apartment as quickly as possible, because I don’t know who this guy is, but all his talk about cryptics, aliens, and other fictional bull shit that he was treating as real, was starting to freak me out. One of my uncles was a member of Heaven’s Gate, and so I developed at HUGE PTSD of anyone who believes in aliens, ufos, or other fictional things that they treat as real, and once I realized this guy was one of those types, it was triggering my PTSD really bad so I just had to get away from him…

but now… I’m wondering… who in the heck was emailing him and using the name of a character (EelKat) from one of my old novels to do so?

It just seems really bizarre and I’m wondering, if this person emailing him is the same one who was making a lot of Reddit and FaceBook accounts and pretending to be me, that entire ten years of when I was not online because I was paralized? It certainly sounds like her, given the weird alien and monster talk that guy says she was doing in her emails to him.

The FBI still has not found out who it was who closed out all my bank accounts and stole all my money (I found out about it in 2023, but it happens sometime between 2013 and 2023, because I had been paralized and had not used my bank accounts that entire time; in 2023 when I was first starting to relearn to walk I went to the back and was told my accounts had been closed all the money withdrawn, and the bank said because it had happened more than 6 months prior their system had auto deleted all records, so they had no way to find out who did it or when they did it). The FBI thinks the woman who has been impersonating me on social networks online is probably the same one who is impersonating me offline locally and likely is the person who closed my bank accounts (the accounts were started in 1979 and had no digital access, they could only be accessed in person, so the bank knows it was done by someone who physically went into the bank building).

Anyways, it occurred to me that the person emailing this man, might be the person the FBI is looking for about my stolen money, but I did not think of it at the time, and now I don’t know how to find the man to see if he’ll forward all those emails he got to the FBI agent in charge of the investigation.

but also, what is this guy talking about? I know I keep asking, but he was here again yesterday and as usually, he was doing his weird babbling calling me "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsy Witch", calling my car haunted, calling my car "The GoldenEagle", saying aliens live in my car, calling my homeless WW2 vet friend an alien, while also calling him "Etiole", and acting like he thinks I'm supposed to know what he is even talking about!

Who is Stephen King?

What is The Thinner movie?

Why is he saying my car is haunted?

Why is he saying my car is called "The GoldenEagle?"

Why is he saying my friend is an alien?

Why is he saying my friend is called "Etiole"?

And why are so many people doing it?

The problem is, if it was just ONE guy doing this I was think, okay, he's just crazy, the problem is, he is one of WELL OVER THIRTY THOUSAND PEOPLE who has shown up in my yard, since my son's murder in 2013, to say these things.

I think 30,000 people taking the time to hunt down my home address, drive across the country, land in my yard, to start gibbering weird stuff about some guy I don't know (Stephen King, who is Stephen King and why is he sending people to my yard?), claiming I'm in some movie I never heard of (what is The Thinner movie - I have never owned a tv and have gone to fewer than ten movies in my entire life, so I don't know what this movie even is), all calling my car haunted (no matter how much I say it is not haunted, it's doesn't matter, they refuse to believe me and persist in saying it is haunted), all calling my car "The GoldenEagle" and I don't know why, because I don't call it that. (the only GoldenEagle I know is a character from my novels),...why?

Every single one of these people who do this, have the exact same narrative, almost identical to each other, nearly word for word like they are reading some script… which makes me think they are reading or watching something somewhere and they are quoting it.

They keep talking about a movie, and they keep saying I'm in it. I keep telling them I've never been in a movie, and they keep saying, yes I have.

There WAS a time when a film crew showed up in my yard, back in the 1990s, at ONE A.M. in the morning, dragged us all out of bed, they DID keep calling us Gypsies and roamed around my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, oooohing and ahhhing,, and talking about "oh so this is how Gypsies live", and they DID use the name "Stephen King" a lot, it was the first time I'd ever heard that name. They made my parents and my haunted and uncles, takes our cars to Shop and Save Parking Lot in Saco (now renamed Hannaford in Saco) across the street from Dairy Queen in Saco, and they made them drive our cars across the turnpike exit bridge at Exit 5, over and over and over and over and over again, for five hours of steady none stop driving back and forth on that bridge, while some guy yelled at us about the lack of fog and the need for bringing in fog machines, which they set up all around the edge of the bridge….and the entire time, my parents, my aunts, my uncles, all of the oldest cousins were crying and begging and pleading and asking to be allowed to go home, most of them thought we were being held hostage, most of them were convinced these white people were going to kill us before morning… they finally left at five A.M. leaving us scared out of our minds and confused as to what in the heck any of that was about.

And THAT… seems to be what people are referring to when they say "The Thinner Movie" or claim I'm "in a Stephen King movie" or call me "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsy Witch".

I don't know what year that was, I had not yet learned about numbers and calendars and dates, and years yet, but all three of my brothers had been already born, so I was at least in my twenties at the time.

I was still being kept locked in the woodshed thing at the back of the blue house at 144 Portland Ave, so I was not yet thirty one because I was thirty one when I escaped from that room-thing, that I had been kept locked in since I was eight. My parents took me out of school when I was eight, when my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen died, and they locked m me in that room thing and the ONLY time I was let out was when home teacher Time Smith and Steven Bryant came over or when visiting teacher Kathy Smith and Letta Bryant came over, for their once monthly visits, and when high priest Ben came over on Sundays to take me to church… and I stayed in that room thing for twenty seven years… so no, I never saw v, I never saw movies, I never saw toilets, I never saw showers, I never saw lights, I never saw electricity, I only knew toilets and electricity existed because because the Cape Elizabeth Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints had them… the room was kept locked in had a dirt floor, and the walls and roof were made out of boards, that had two inch wide spaces between then, so I slept in rain and snow and ice with no protection from any of it…

You people who like to joke about "the feral child of Old Orchard Beach"... that was ME… I was that child. I'm now in fifties and I'm only JUST LEARNING HOW TO TALK, because I never had contact with ANY Humans, outside of my parents, the Atwater aunts and uncles, the Smiths, the Bryants, and Ben… NO ONE ELSE EVER! Not once in my entire life.

So if you want to ask questions about Stephen King and haunted cars and aliens… you ask THEM… because I don't know what you are talking about.

That man you call "Etiole", he's the homeless man who was the ONLY PERSON in the entire of Old Orchard Beach, who had any decency, and actually TRIED to get me out of that room, thing. My uncle Bruce is the one who used to call him an alien, while Ben called him a demon. He called them child abusers and tried for years to help me.

And the fact that since 2013, when my son was murdered, since then THIRTY THOUSAND strangers from states all over the country, have shown up here asking questions about "Etiole" and either claiming they want to catch him because they think he's an alien or excosise him because they think he's a demon… the fact that SO MANY people are saying this, tells me these adults who kept me locked in that room for twenty seven years, have a done a HUGE slander campaign, on levels I can't even begin to fathom, if that many people are coming from that many places, ALL calling him "Etiole", all calling him "an alien", all calling him "a demon"... words only my uncle Bruce ever used.

But these people are also acting like I'm supposed to know who in the heck is Stephen King? They ask me how to find his house, they ask me what was it like working with him, they ask me what was it like being in his movie… and I don't even know who he is!

They say things like everyone knows him, well, I don't! They say things like everyone reads his books… honey, I was locked in that room thing from the time I was eight years old until I was thirty one years old, at what point do you think I was reading books? They say well everyone has seen his movies, honey, again, I'm barely a decade out of that room, I've seen less then one movie a year I don't have an income I can't afford to go to movies. Stop thinking in terms of YOUR lifestyle, and pay attention to the conditions I've only recently escaped from.

I mean everyone calls me "that crazy woman who used to be a feral child" for a REASON. The reason being I WAS a feral child and I am STILL CURRENTLY trying to learn how to assimilate into mainstream society.

I don't have all this inside slang lingo media knowledge that you do.

So NO!: I don't know who Stephen King is!

NO! I don't know why you call my 1964 Dodge 330 "The GoldenEagle"... I've always just called it "The Dodge". I do not call my car "The Goldeneagle" so I don't know why YOU are calling it that.

NO! I don't know why you call my friend "Etiole". He has a name, and that's not it, and no I'm not telling you his name, because you'll just use that as a reason to go find him and harass him more then you already do. Etiole is the name of a fictional merman character who was in a book that my kindergarten teacher Mrs Bureau, published for me after I won some local writing competition. I was five years old when my first book was published. It was a 16 page picture book about an electric eel merman named Etiole, his black cat friend named Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, and there satyr friend named Gremlin, who drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin to the Washinton DC Temple, there is a line in that book where they made the car "fly like a goldeneagle over the Brooklyen Bridge in New York"… we had just come back from a trip to said temple, and we owned that car. That's what the word Etiole comes from. And I think that's where the word "goldeneagle" is coming from too. The word EelKat comes from that same book too. It only sold like five hundred copies, mostly to local parents of the Jameson School of Old Orchard Beach…

…whoever is the source for calling my car "The Goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", and calling me "EelKat", it's got to be someone with a copy of that book. But, again, I was three years old when we went to the DC temple, and I was three years old when I wrote that, and I was five years old when my kindergarten teacher Mrs Bureau published it through some contest Maine schools had done.
It was a sixteen page picture book written by a three year old toddler in the 1970s, fifty years ago in 1978.

Etiole is a fictional merman, Eelkat is a fictional talking black cat, the goldeneagle in reference to a car I owned was in reference to a 1974 AMC Gremlin not the 1964 Dodge 330 and was not the name of the car at all. But they all come from that one book.

I've published dozens of books since then which has "the silver skinned eel merman" in it, but, he's never given a name. That one book from 1978 is the ONLY time the word "Etiole" was used, so whoever it is who is the source of calling my WW2 vet friend by that same name, I would assume they have a copy of that book.

I was taken out of school when I was eight years old.

I was put in that room thing when I was eight years old.

I'me barely a decade out of that room, I'm still trying to learn how to do thing everyone else thinks are just normal… I still can' figure out how to eat with a fork, everyone around me acts like that's the easiest thing in the world I can't even figure out how to hold it!

After I escaped that room thing, I lived under a 6x8 tarp from May 2006 until February 2019.

While I had a house, I was not aware I could live in it. No one had ever taught me that people lived inside houses, so it never occurred to me to live inside the house.

Inside the house was my cloths, my ten thousand Disney comic books, my encyclopedias, my college books as I had started going to college to learn how to read and write… I have not yet learned math, my son's being murdered interrupted my getting an education.

So all these things that people are saying about Stephen King, haunted cars, Etiole, Goldeneagle, aliens, and demons… I'm wondering:

WHO started these rumours?

WHO is spreading these rumours?

HOW are they spreading these rumours?

Because again, I've got people showing up from California, Alaska, Florida, these people are travelling HUGE distances to come here and they are arriving EXPECTING me to know who Sephen King is, expecting me to regal them with tales of aliens and demons and haunted cars, and they are being very VISIBLY disappointed to meet me and find out "you are not what I was told you were".

WHAT are they being told I am?

WHO is telling them that I am whatever it is they expect I'm going to be?
And WHY?

WHY has someone takening it upon themselves to connect me to this Stephen King guy?

WHY has someone decided my 1964 Dodge 330 is haunted, WHY do these call it "The World's Most Haunted Car", WHY do they call it "The Goldeneagle"?

WHY has someone takening it upon themselves to call a world war two pilot who is nearly a hundred years old, call him "Etiole" the name taken from a book I wrote when i was a three year old toddler?

WHY has someone decided to call this world war two veteran an alien and a demon? Why are they saying he's the demon haunting my Dodge?

None of this makes any sense to me.

WHO is doing this?

And WHY?

Again, ALL of this started after I escaped from that room, after I started going to college to ry to learn how to live with mainstream people…

I started YCCC college September 2009,

I got my GED and I transferred SMCC college January 2010,

my 1964 Dodge was cut in half May 2010.

I got my driver license October 2010,

I had passed all the remedial classes in 2012.

I bought my motorhome February 2012, with the plan to transfer to Harvard in Mass because Harvard had sent me an acceptance package (I did not request it, apparently SMCC administration had sent in the forms) 2012 to 2013 was to be spent taking the prerequisites, I was going to transfer January 2014 planning to live in the motorhome at a campground not far from Harvard.

There was a bomb in my classroom March 2013, SMCC was closed for the week, that building and all classes in it remained closed the rest of the year. I got pregnant that same week, a side effect of Ben having a panic attack over my almost dying in the bombing of not just my college, but my classroom specifically.

Due to my being pregnant, travel plans were changed, we got a permit with the town hall to add a baby room to the back of the house, it was finished in July, thus the photos taken of the house at that time.

A week later someone used a sledge hammer to smash out all the back and side windows of the house, go inside, knock over all the bookshelves, and tear pages out of all of my college textbooks, while taking a knife and scissors to all of my clothes.

There were more then TWO HUNDRED such vandalism attacks on my house between July 2001 and August 2013, all of which were reported to The Old Orchard Beach Police Department… however, in 2016 the FBI agents informed me that a woman who worked at The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall Code Office, whom had a second job as the Old Orchard Beach Police Dispatcher, and who had a third job as the Relief Society President of the Saco Ward Church, and taken ALL BUT FOUR of the total lifetime police reports made be me between  1975 and 2016 and ran all of them through a shreader… 

…this event led to her being fired from the town hall and police department.

In 2017 when the FBI investigated this woman and her family, she was found to own the 4 door white pick up truck, that had been frequently involved in attacks on my home. The truck was found hidden in her garage.

This woman is presumed to have been heavily involved in both the backhoe driving over my house and the murder of my son. Ironically, she is one of the few women who knew I was locked in that room for 27 years from the time I was 8, as she was one of the two women who checked in on me.

That same week a construction dump truck started arriving daily, dumping wooden shipping pallets and big black bags of garbage in my yard… in total the pile of garbage was one hundred and seventy five feet long, thirty feet wide, and twelve feet tall… Ben and my father hired a "friend" of theirs to haul the illegally dumped garbage out of my yard, he was due to arrive August 8, 2013.

August 8, 2013 the man who was to bring in a dumpster and haul out the garbage,, never arrived. I went to work on the pizza waffle food truck at George's, when I came home, there was a backhoe sitting on top of a huge empty place, where my house to be. Not only was the house gone, but so too were gone dozens of rose bushes, azalea bushes, apple trees, and grave vines, AND the top soil was gone… my yard was physically six feet shorter with all the grass and soil removed, scraped down to the bare ledge.

September 2013, a man shows up at my class, claims to be a new student, then side rails the professor with endless talk about Stephen King, Thinner Gypsies, haunted cars, and finally gets dragged out by campus security.

Throughout September, and October, I start parking increasingly close to the campus building, as daily I am having trouble getting from my class to my car, because of a woman carrying a golf club who starts showing up and hanging around my car no matter where I park it.

Southern Maine Community College, The Buglight Art Studio, at the BugLight Lighthouse on Prebble Beach, at the parking lot, my car is parked about ten feet from the door across from the studio bathroom. Prof Hillary's art class at 10 PM, we were the last 2 out of the building, most of the parking lot is empty. Hillary has just locked up the studio and drives away. I am putting my easel and paint set in the back seat of my Volvo on November 14, 2013 when a blond woman wielding a metal golf club, accompanied by a red hair woman and a bald man, and a 4 door white pickup truck, uses said golf club to break my spine and kill my baby.

After this point, here has been a wild influx of people showing up in my yard, claiming to be Stephen King fans, claiming I am "The Stephen King Thinner Gypsy Witch", claiming my Dodge is named either Goldeneagle or Christine (Christine is my middle name: Wendy Chriistine Allen, so I assume that to be why they sometimes call my Dodge "Christine"), claiming my ww2 vet friend is an alien or demon, claiming I am what they call "an alien abductee",... all of these things spiralling into ever wilder rumours, all of them starting around Thanksgiving day 2013 the week following my son's murder.

I remain as ever, confused as to who exactly Stephen King is, why people connect me to him, why people call my car haunted, why people keep saying my friend is either an alien or a demon, but the FBI agents in charge of my son's murder investigation, say they believe those rumors were started either by my son's murderer or one of her friends or relatives.

The FBI agent say that it seems to be she needed to "cover her tracks" by trying to make me look like a crazy ufo nut, so no one who pay attention to either the backhoe driving over my house or my son being murdered.But they also say, it looks like someone REALLY did not want me to leave Maine and have a possibility of anyone outside of Maine finding out about that room I was kept locked in for twenty-seven years. The FBI pointed out the bomb that happened a week after I bought the motorhome, and then they added "How well do you trust Ben?" and pointed out that a man who has romantic connections with 8 year old children instead of grown adult women "is not dealing with a full deck" and likely felt highly threatened by my buying the motorhome as the motorhome would have acted as a symbol of his losing control over me.

The FBI pointed out a lot of the violence seems to have been triggered by my going to college, and pointed out the alarming amount of times my professors had to have security take Ben out of my classrooms. Yes. There was that. He was coming in the classrooms and directing my professors on how to teach, and then staying in the hall outside the classroom door when they would not let him in… and when the art class went to Boston museum he tried to drive behind the bus. The FBI reminded me of this while again saying "How well do you trust Ben?"

The FBI says there are multiple records of multiple people paying the backhoe driver to drive over my house, and one of them was Ben, another was one of my uncles.

The FBI also pointed out that even though Ben was the high priest at the church, NO ONE from my church knew I was paralized, no one knew my son had been murdered, and in fact Ben had told hem that I had left the church and was no longer a member… when missionaries, visiting teachers, and home teachers tried to check in on me, Ben told them, NOT to, citing that I had joined some group called "exMormons" a group I'd never even heard of.

For thirteen years not one member of my church has stopped by to visit or check in on me, and for thirteen years i wondered WHY?

I attend that church for five decades. Never missed a Sunday. Sundays were my only time allowed out of that room! Going to Cape Elizabeth Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day sais was the only time I ever got to see people or take a bath or wear cloths.I lIVED for Sundays. I didn't have anything else to look forward to.

So when I became paralized and suddenly every single one of the members of my church suddenly vanished from my life… that was a huge blow.

And I didn't know, until the FBI told me years later, that none of them ever even knew I was paralized. None of them even knew I had a son, let alone that he was murdered. BECAUSE Ben himself, as well as my mother, and my father, and at least three of my aunts, and at least four of my uncles, and at least twenty of mu cousins, had ALL TOLD THEM, that I had left the church, specifically told them I had joined some anti-church group!

Why?

Why did Ben do that?

Why did my mother do that?

Why did my father do that?

Why did my aunts, uncles, and cousins do that?

I'm trying to deal with a backhoe driving over my house, my son being murdered, my being in a wheelchair, and wondering why my church abandoned me during thins… and then, on top of all that, now I have to deal with this influx of endless strangers showing up to gibber nonsense about Stephen King, haunted cars, aliens, and demons!

Why? Do you think I don't have enough to deal with being crippled, my son dead, and my house chopped up in some landfill, that you have to come up here and make sick jokes about aliens and demons?

Why is this what people do?

I don't even believe in aliens and demons and ghosts and hauntings, and I don't even know who Stephen King or this Thinner movie is! I'm kind of busy being crippled and dealing with my son's murder investigation, and being homeless because a backhoe drove over my house, too busy dealing with real life issue to want to also have to deal with creeps and their ridiculous conspiracies about aliens, demons, and haunted cars!

Why are these ufo nuts doing this? Why won't they leave me alone? Who is sending them here!

Do you have any idea how frustrating it is…

FBI gave me this phone number to direct anyone who has information to give it directly to them via 207–774–9322 or you can go into their office on Middle St in Portland.

update May 5, 2026

Weird encounter today. A woman comes over and starts talking about how she remembered me selling Avon to her. I have no clue who she is. I also never sold Avon. My MOTHER sold Avon, throughout the 1980s and 1990s.

The woman says "Yeah, you used to bring this little kid with you? Haven't seen her in a while how is she?"

I AM the little girl. Whenever the Department of Health and Human Services came over to say people reported not seeing the child (me) in a while, my mother would take me with her to deliver Avon, and she made a big show of taking me into Avon customer houses while she delivered her orders to her customers.

The Avon Representative was MY MOTHER NO ME. I was the child she sometimes brought with her. I was not an Avon Representative. My mother was an Avon Representative.

I'm wondering... all these people who keep saying "you did this" and "you did that"... are they talking about my mother? Are they somehow mixing me up with my mother?

Like, people keep talking about cats being taken by police... that was my mother and her cats, not me.

People keep talking about the house that was cut in half and moved to Lake arrowhead... that was my mother and her house, not me. A church in Arundal did that in July 2001. She had a huge court battle with the minister of that church for several years. I was not involved in any of that at all.

People keep saying they have always seen me in blue jeans and cowboy hat and wondered when I started wearing hijab and dresses... my MOTHER wears blue jeans and a cowboy hat... I've never owned any type of pans at all, and never owned a cowboy hat, and I've worn head coverings since I was 12 years old, and dresses since I was a toddler.

People keep saying I attended the Saco Ward Church... I've never attended the Saco Ward church, but my MOTHER was a member of the Saco Ward Church in the 1990s and 2000s.

People keep saying the signs in Old Orchard Beach are mine... no, they are not. The signs in Old Orchard Beach were MY MOTHER'S and were about the house that a house mover stole and moved across the state. Those signs went up in 2001 and have rotated through several signs in the decades since.

I had a sign up in 2013 that was about my son's murder and the backhoe that drove over my house. The sign in my yard said this: "If you have information, call please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322" followed by the url to the page of my website that has information about my son's November 14, 2013 murder and the August 8, 2013 backhoe driving over my house.

People keep saying I talk about demons, haunted cars, Stephhen King, witchcraft, and voodoo curses. My mother does those things. I do not do those things.

My mother believes in demons. I do not believe in demons.

My mother studies witchcraft. I know nothing about witchcraft.

My mother believes in voodoo curses. I know Voodoo is a peaceful religion, a branch of the Catholic Church, that has absolutly nothing to with curses at all, I know this because I an an ordained nun of the Voodoo religion, a thing only Catholic Priests can do.

My mother believes my Dodge is haunted. I do not believe in hauntings or ghosts.

My mother visits Stephen King's house in Bangor almost every year, her brother lives a few houses down from Stephen King, and that brother's wife is obsessed with Stephen King, is convinced she can get Stephen King to marry her, that's why they live so close to Stephen King. My mother's ex husband Wayne somehow worked for Stephen King at one point, I don't know the details, he was a video sound editor or something for some movie in the 1980s. You'd have to ask him, he can tell you what it was he did. My mother knows all about Stephen King, she worked at White Star Laundry in Biddeford with him in the 1960s long before I was even born, she's the one who was driving the red Crown Vic on Exit 5 bridge in Saco by the Dairy Queen, when they were doing that movie filming thing for Thinner, that was my MOTHER not me. My mother is the one with the Stephen King connection, not me.

the proctor and gamble boycott, was not me, and you SHOULD be able to use your brain to know that, as it happened in 1973… two years BEFORE I WAS BORN in 1975!

The proctor and gamble boycott was a thing my GRANDMOTHER Eva Viola Atwater was involved in, my mother's mother, is the one who did the proctor and gamble boycott, not me

I'm not an animal rights activist, heck, I wear fur coats! real fur… yes, those fur coats I wear are real fur, no they are not fake fur… my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater was an animal rights activist, and a PETA member, and all that stuff, again, that was my mother's mother.

No, I'm not vegan. I do eat fish and shellfish and cheese and milk and eggs… I don't eat poultry and beef or pork, but that's just because I have allergies. I HAVE eaten roast beef, turkey, chicken, steak, bacon, and hundreds of other types of meat… I sometimes eat hamburgers… I eat at McDonald's OFTEN… I used to eat at KFC almost weekly… so, I don't know who is telling you I'm vegan, because I'm not even vegetarian! 

I have massive amounts of health issues, including a shit tonne load of weird ass allergies… I can't eat most red meat, pork, or poultry anymore because of an allergy. I USED to eat them all the time. I had to stop because of an allergy, that I developed in my mid thirties, that causes me to be allergic to a LOT of foods, not just red meat, pork, or poultry, but also onions, garlic, sunflower seeds, and a ton of different fruits and vegetables too.

I literally can DIE if I eat certain types of meat, certain types of fruit, and certain types of vegetables. That's why I stopped eating a lot of meat. I didn't just stop eating lots of kinds of meats, I also stopped eating lots of kinds of fruits and vegetables to. I'm allergic to like over 50% of the types of food there is… my diet is almost entirely fish, shellfish, rice, milk, and cheese because it's 5 of the only things I'm NOT allergic too!

Doctor says it's connected to my rheumatism, which effects my immune system.

My MOTHER and HER mother (my grandmother) are the vegetarians, not me.

My mother is the one who wrote all the Stephen King articles on Squidoo, not me. My mother had a bigger Squidoo account then I did. Her articles were about Maine and paranormal stuff and mystical stuff and new age stuff. Two of her brothers co-wrote on her Squidoo account, they wrote the alien, UFO, and ex-mormon church stuff.

Again, that was NOT ME! My Squidoo had NOTHING about Maine, religion, Stephen King, paranormal... that was my MOTHER's Squidoo account, not mine, that had that stuff.

All these questions you guys are asking me about Maine paranormal stuff on Squidoo, you are asking the wrong person. I didn't have any of that kind of stuff on my Squidoo.

I don't write non-fiction.

The most trafficed page I had on Squidoo was my "Lord Sesshomaru CosPlay" page with featured daily updates of my 2 year process of sewing that costume.

I write a Fantasy series, most short stories, but some novels as well, about and f2m transman Elf wizard and his Unicorn food truck chef husband. All my stuff on Squidoo was either short stories for that series, or articles answer questions on how I wrote the series. My Pink Necromancer series started out as Lord Sessomaru fanfiction. My early 2005 to 2007 pages on Squidoo the series was straight up fanfiction of the InuYasha series, my 2007 to 2013 pages on Squidoo was the exact same stories republished with the fanfiction charaqcters replaced with OC characters. Those Squidoo pages were compiled into novels and published on Amazon in 2013 as The Pink Necromancer series, I turned turned Lord Sesshomaru into The Pink Necromancer and Naraku into the Unicorn... otherwise the stories are completly unchanged from their Lord Sesshomaru fanfiction originals. My entire Squidoo was Lord Sesshomaru evolving into the Pink Necromancer.

At the start of making The Lord Sesshomaru Cosplay in 2007, it was all Lord Sesshomaru. But by the time Squidoo went out of business in 2013, the last year of entries was making the Pink Necromancer cosPlay... the pink costuume you see me wearing to book signings and conventions and festivals, IS my Lord Sesshomaru CosPlay from Squidoo in is final finished form.

My whole Squiddo account was nothing but Lord Sesshomaru fanfiction and cosplay making, while it was evolving into the Pink Necromancer series and fanfiction was being fased out.

So, all this weird Maine history and paranormal stuff you keep asking me about in connection to Squidoo... i don't have answers for because I was not the one who had that stuff on my account! That was my mother and her two brothers who had the account with the hauntings and aliens and ghosts and Mormon stuff. You need to be asking them those questions, not me.

I don't know why it is so many of you people are mixing up me with my mother on such extreme levels, but it really is getting annoying.

All these things you people keep atributing to me... I think it is my mother you are talking about. It appears that for some reason, a huge number of local people can not tell me and my mother apart, are fighting with my mother online on social media, then see me offline and yell at me in person, while thinking that they are yelling at the person they were fighting with online, without realizing that I am NOT whoever it is they were talking to online.

Why are so many people thinking my mother is me online and I am my mother offline?

Updated to answer this question:

answering the question

"but didn't you paint "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies" and "SeaWitch of Old Orchard Beach" on your motorhome? why did you do that?"

Yes I did. I did that in October of 2016.Three years AFTER my son was murdered, AFTER the rumors started.

And for the same reason I sewed the words "Too Gay For OOB" on my Darkwing Duck cosplay cape…

it's called:

SARCASM

I got sick of people coming up my driveway accusing me, a straight cis female, of being

"too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach"

I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me a 5th generation Mormon who knows nothing about witchcraft of being

"the seawitch of Old Orchard Beach"

and I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me and my family of being

"Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies"

so to protest the ridiculousness of all three slanderous accusations, I painted those things on my motorhome, in glow in the dark neon pink paint, specifically to point out how absurdly ridiculous those accusations were.

and it actually did help quite a bit, because the harassers doing the bulk of the accusations apparently didn't like me painting their words in four foot tall letters for all of Old Orchard Beach's two million summer tourists to see.

now tourists stop and ask me why it says that, and I tell them, why: because locals in this town harass me in the off season, it p me by calling me gay, slander me by calling me transgender, slander me by calling me a Stephen King Thinner Gypsy, slander me by calling me the sea witch of Old Orchard Beach… and they thought no one knew about it, but now with it in giant letters for all the tourists to see, the locals don't slander with those accusations nearly as much anymore.

update May 6, 2026

answering this question/comment:

"can you explain what you mean by Squidoo account? I thought Squidoo was your website. Didn't you write every page on Squidoo?"

uhm… what? no. Squidoo was a social media site founded by Seth Godin in 2005, it was similar to Facebook, only it paid you for writing blog posts and short stories. You created a profile and then, every day you wrote a thousand word post on the blog section, sort of the same way Tumblr functions now, and the way Facebook functioned back in 2008 before Facebook was overhauled in 2018.

Seth Godin sold Squidoo in 2010, and the woman who bought it stole most of the articles off everyone's accounts and tried to republish them as her's. There was a huge lawsuit and we writers won, but, the settlement, when divided between the twenty million accounts, ended up with each of us twenty million users receiving a two dollar class action settlement check in the mail, and the rights to our writing returned to us.

Because she had to pay two dollar checks to each of the twenty million people who had Squidoo accounts, she filed for bankruptcy, and sold Squidoo.

Squidoo was then bought by HubPages in 2013, and all Squidoo accounts became HubPages accounts.

Squidoo had twenty million accounts at the time it went offline in 2013.

At the time it was a bigger social network then both Facebook and Twitter combined.

Squidoo shutting down is WHY Facebook boomed in 2014 and suddenly gained so many new users so fast, because most of Squidoo's twenty million users migrated to Facebook and created Facebook accounts to replace their Squidoo accounts.

I had a Squidoo account from 2005 to 2013, and had published around two thousand short stories there during that time. After Squidoo went offline I moved my short stories to Medium where they still are today, you can still read my old Squidoo pages, they are still online, they are just on Medium now. I moved them to Medium because Medium was the closest thing to a one to one replacement I could find for Squidoo.

Squidoo was one of the singular largest websites to ever exist in the entirety of internet history, and at the time of it going offline it had more users then any other social network.

At twenty million users each with hundreds, thousands, sometimes tens of thousands of posts, in total many, many BILLIONS are articles and short stories published on it… how could you possibly think it was my personal website or that I had written everything on it?

Where did you come up with such an idea?

My mother's account was far bigger than mine, she had way more articles than I did, and she had thousands more followers and readers then I did.

I had around three million followers on Squidoo, but my mother's account had over ten million followers. Her account was huge because she wrote non fiction that mostly focused on paranormal, new age, Maine history.

My account was Lord Sesshomaru fanfiction, at a time when I was phasing out the fanfiction stuff and switching to fully OC characters.

If you were reading the paranormal Maine history articles on Squidoo, then you were following my mother and her brothers Richard and Bruce. Not me.

If you were reading the paranormal Maine history articles on Squidoo you were NOT following ME or reading MY writing at all.

The Squidoo account with paranormal Maine history, that was my mother's Squidoo account, not mine.

You've got me and my mother mixed up.

The FBI HAS been saying right along, that I was never the target, that it was my MOTHER the Claire woman seemed to think I was, that it was my MOTHER the backhoe driver thought owned my house… the FBI keeps saying, the backhoe driver was someone my MOTHER knew and my MOTHER was fighting with online… and the FBI keeps saying the Claire woman matches up with a woman my MOTHER fights with on Facebook, while the Kendra Silvermander woman matches up with someone my mother fights with on Twitter… the FBI, keeps saying they think these people THOUGHT they were attacking MY MOTHER when they drove the backhoe over MY house… the FBI keeps saying they think these people THOUGHT they were attacking my MOTHER when they attacked with the golf club murdering my son and crippling me…

and, BOTH these attacks happened BEFORE Squidoo went offline…

This revelation that people thought I OWNED Squidoo, and thought that EVERYTHING on Squidoo was written by me… opens up a new question about the MOTIVE behind the backhoe driving over my house August 8, 2013 and the golf club woman killing my son and putting me in a wheelchair November 14, 2013…

so if these people followed my MOTHER on Squidoo and were fighting with her over her (highly controversial) paranormal Maine history pages (which did list a lot of people's real names and home addresses) (and she DID have a page about ME calling me a witch and she DID have a page about my Dodge calling it "The World's Most Haunted Car" and I DID ask her several times to remove those horrid lies about me and my car, which REFUSED to do, which is WHY I cut off all contact with her and her Atwater relatives, in 2006, for now over 20 years)... then… is it possible the people who drove the backhoe over my house did so because they THOUGHT Squidoo was MY website?

There was a woman back then, who used to claim I owned NaNoWriMo dot org too, which again, one of the largest multi-million dollar websites on the planet, obviously is not mine. I don't know where people come up with these word ideas. So, I'm not surprised at people spreading lies about me owning Squidoo too.

But… does that explain too, these people who come over and yell at me about some guy named "Todd Murphey"? Is my mother writing online still somewhere? Is my mother writing stuff about some guy named "Tod Murphy"? What about that Mark guy that everyone keeps saying I know, but I don't know anyone named Mark, so I have no clue who he is? Is that Mark guy everyone keeps talking about, someone my MOTHER knows and or writes about? Is that why the Claire woman when she murdered my 8 month old son with a golf club, is that why she was screaming "I'm Claire!"? I don't know anyone named Claire and she acted like I had somehow been using the name Claire on something… was my MOTHER writing about someone named Claire? And was she doing it on Squidoo? These people who yell at me claiming I write about them online… and I keep telling them, I don't write nonfiction, and I have no idea who they are or what they are talking about, some of them HAVE mentioned Squidoo saying things like "you haven't changed since Squidoo", which always leaves me confused, because again… I don't write nonfiction, and I don't know who these people are.

And the Kendra Silvermander woman does the same thing. She shows up screaming "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn to shine!" And same as the Claire woman, she acts like I'm supposed to know who in the heck she is or what my turn to shine means. But I don't know anyone named Kendra at all.

Are ALL of these people talking about my MOTHER?

Is my MOTHER writing stuff online somewhere and these people think it's me?

Is that what's going on?

This Tod Murphey person you all keep talking about… is that someone my MOTHER knows? Do these people think they are yelling at my mother when they yell at me?

This Mark person you all keep talking about… is that someone my MOTHER knows? These people keep saying I own money to some guy named Mark, there are guys that show up and say they are going to kill my family over some septic tank, I don't own a septic tank, I never heard of anyone named Mark, I don't own anyone anywhere any money at all. I don't know who these men are or who the Mark is they keep talking about! Do these people think they are yelling at my mother when they yell at me?

This Kendra Silvermander woman who keeps showing up and yelling at me, is she someone my MOTHER knows? I don't know who this Kendra woman is. She says things like "You haven't changed since high school", but I never even went to school, my parents pulled me out of school when I was 8 and I didn't escape that room thing until I was 31 years old 27 years later! Plus this Kendra woman looks at least 20+ years older then me, she's my mother's age… is she someone who went to high school with my MOTHER?

This Claire woman who murdered my son with a golf club and crippled me and put me in a wheelchair, did she think she was attacking my MOTHER when she attacked ME? She acted like she expected I should know who she was by her telling me her name was Claire, but I've never known anyone named Claire, PLUS… that happened only a couple of months after I escaped from that room I was locked in for 27 years, I didn't know ANYONE YET AT ALL! I hadn't yet got my glasses so I could see, I hadn't yet had my surgery so I could talk, so I can't identify her face and I couldn't talk to respond to her screaming "I'm Claire" at me either!

But right since day one, the FBI has been saying, there was ZERO EVIDENCE that I was the intended target.

Right since day one the FBI has been saying ALL EVIDENCE points to my MOTHER being the intended target and the backhoe driver and golf club woman mistaking me for my mother… the the FBI has been saying that for thirteen years now.

And the FBI HAS mentioned Squidoo. That IS a thing the FBI was talking about. They say my mother had a bunch of articles about a bunch of people, not just articles about me, my car, and her wild theories about me being a witch and my car having demons living in it. The FBI said she was writing articles like that about a lot of people in Old Orchard Beach. First time the FBI questioned me, they had a list of names, wanted to know if I knew who any of these people were, I had never heard of any of them, and his response was "I Know you don't know these people. I just wanted to see if you'd tell the truth. Your mother slammed the door in my face when i showed her this list. I took all the names off her articles. I think the people harassing you are all on this list, and I think they think they are harassing her."

Before Ben started denying there was a baby, my mother was the FBI's suspect of being the cause of why the backhoe drove over my house and why the golf club woman murdered my son. Ben threw a huge curveball into the FBI's investigation when he told them there was no baby. Then they started investigating him to find out why he was lying. Since then a hole slew of people became suspects BECAUSE of various lies they started spreading about me on FaceBook and Reddit… then the FBI found out MOST of them were my mother's Atwater relatives and focus shifted back to my mother again, with FBI thinking my mother was the one telling her relatives to slander me online to cover up her connection to the backhoe driving over my house and my son being murdered. Then her brother, the one who helped her write the Squidoo articles, became a suspect and hehad a connection to some drug gang in Connecticut and Arizona… so, suddenly there isother people being called suspects too… and all the while, the FBI CONTINUES to say "There is ZERO evidence you were ever the target, ALL evidence is still that your mother was the target and they mixed the two of you up"

So… yeah… now that I'm hearing people online saying that they THOUGHT all Squidoo pages were written by me… yep… NOW I am starting to see WHY the FBI was focused so much on my mother's Squidoo articles as being the cause of BOTH the backhoe driving over my house AND the golfclub woman murdering my son, WHILE saying evidence is my mother, not me was the target.

I don't know what to think or who to believe anymore. It just seems like everyone I thought I could trust, turned out to be doing nothing but lying to me and lying about me, and have been doing it for years, because I was bedridden and paralyzed and so they thought they could get away with it because they never expected me to relearn to walk, never expected me to regain the ability to use my hands, and never expected me to return to posting online after 13 years of not being online, so they thought they could away with pretending to be me online, and lying about about why I was missing offline, because they never expected I would recover enough to to return to living life again and point them out for the lies they've been spreading about me offline and online for thirteen years now. And I don't know what their motives are or why any of them have been doing it.

Some thoughts:

1 Who is doing the most amount of die hard gaslighting of locals, trying to convince them that my family is white? 

That person is likely working with the woman who has been impersonating me around Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford the past 13 years while I have been paraplegic, bedridden, and so paralyzed I could not go outside that entire time. 

It is known that the woman impersonating me is white and had to convince locals I was white in order to pass herself off as me.

2 Who is doing the most amount of die hard gaslighting of locals, trying to convince them that I am not disabled,  not legally blind since birth , not almost deaf since birth, not mute since  birth and only recently gained the ability to talk after my July 24, 2016 surgery? 

That person is likely working with the woman who has been impersonating me around Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford the past 13 years while I have been paraplegic, bedridden, and so paralyzed I could not go outside that entire time. 

It is known that the woman impersonating me is not in a wheelchair, not blind, not deaf, and not mute, and had to convince locals I was not disabled in order to pass herself off as me.

3 Who is doing the most amount of die hard gaslighting of locals, trying to convince them that I am a member of the Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints? 

I am not now, nor have I ever been a member of the Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, nor have I ever attended that church. My mother was a member of that church in the later 1990s or early 2000s, I'm not sure the exact year, in 2010 I gave her a ride to that church on 3 different Sundays while her car was broken down. Those are the only times I've ever been to that church and it was simply to drop her off.

Since 1975 I have been a member of the Cape Elizabeth Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It is the ONLY church I have EVER been a member of my entire life. I am STILL a member of that church. From 1975 until becoming paralyzed November 2013 I never missed a single service at that church. I only have not attended since becoming paralyzed, because I have been paralyzed and unable to attend. I am only now just starting to relearn to walk since 2021 and am not yet able to move enough to to yet return to church attendance, as that church is well over an hour drive away, it is NOT local.

Whomever it is who is so desperately trying to convince locals i am a member of the Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, That person is likely working with the woman who has been impersonating me around Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford the past 13 years while I have been paraplegic, bedridden, and so paralyzed I could not go outside that entire time. 

It is known that the woman impersonating me is not in a has been attending The Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and asking for money for a fraudulent house building fund raiser and had to convince locals I was a member  of The Scao Ward Church in order to pass herself off as me.

Update April 10, 2026

I am annoyed so, im going to rant about what is annoying me. I ain't got no one offline i can talk to about it so, I'm gonna post it here, maybe someone here can understand why this situation is so annoying to me. Maybe it happens to others locally too? I don’t know if its a common thing to happen to everyone in the area or not, but its happened to me so many tomes now and it's just really annoying. Trigger warning… topic is religion. Specially local bigotry some local religions have against my religion, and how annoying it is they won't stop thinking they can call me evil and accuse me of being a witch.

You know, I do deeply dislike when people think "person A belongs to religion B, therefore they practice evil actions C, D, and E" Insert any person of any religion and any actions onto the blanks, and out there somewhere is someone who believes it… but my point it, i practice parts of three different religions, because I don't fully believe in 100% of any one religion, and each of those three religions has various people who believe various parts of each to be some form or another of "evil" and so i am constantly dealing with someone (several different someones), who feel that their religion gives them the right to march up to me at random, and tell me some form of my religion is "evil", I need to "repent", whatever.

But the most annoying one that happens to me (and just happened again today) is in regards to the "witchcraft" and "curses".

I know absolutely nothing about either witchcraft or curses, so I am often left confused and wondering what they are even talking about.

Like recently a few weeks age, someone came up to me, angry about some holiday, spring solstice or something, is what they called it, I'm not sure if that's the actual name or just what they called it, but anyways, they were mad at me, because according to them, I am a "witch" and its a holiday I supposedly celebrated.

Thing is, I'm a Mormon, have been since 1975, so fifty-one years now, and I was born into a 5th generation "fundy-type" branch of Mormonism… not the one people usually think of (most people think of Utah/Salt Lake City one founded by Brigham Young; but I'm part of the Missouri one founded by Joseph Smith, they are not the same church, Joseph Smith never was in Utah, and never had any involvement in the Utah church, which is the bigger Mormon church, and the one most people think of when they think of Mormos…

…which is also why it is silly for people to think i attend the Saco Ward Church, the Saco Ward church (Saco, Maine across from Thornton Academy) is part of the Utah Church, and has dozens of congregations in Maine, but the reasonI have to drive over an hour to get to my church in Cape Elizabeth (Cape Elizabeth, Maine, The one on the side street by The Portland Headlight, Lighthouse), is because it has only three congregations in Maine… I do not know how or why the rumours got started claiming that I am a member of the Saco Ward Church, but just know that anyone saying I belong to or attend the Saco Ward Church is lying to you, because, I've not only never been a member, I've also never attended it, AND its not even the same religion as the type of Mormon religion I do belong to! …

….to make it even more confusing, the Cape Elizabeth Ward of the Church of Christ meets in the Portland Ward BUILDING of the LDS Utah church… which is WHY when people say "oh, so you'rea memberof the Portland Ward" I always correct them and say "No, Im a member of the Cape Elizabeth Ward that meets in the Portland Ward building. ) , aka the one i am part of is NOT the one that sends out missionaries... meaning the one that doesn't celebrate holidays.

While members who follow the (Utah with missionaries) Mormon church founded by Brigham Young, do celebrate some holidays… us members who follow the (Missouri with missionaries) Mormon religion founded by Joseph Smiths do NOT celebrate holidays.

Meaning I do not celebrate holidays. Not Christmas, not Easter, not birthdays, nothing, none, no holidays at all. I don't even know the names of most holidays celebrated by most people. Which is why I'm not sure if the holiday name they were saying is the actual name or not.

So calling me a witch and accusations of celebrating a holiday related to witchcraft, is just plain silly.

Anyways, today, I get the other annoying one, the one where, someone thinks I'm a witch and know curses, and so they want to hire me to cast curses for them! UGH!

People overjoyed at thinking I'm a witch are just as annoying as the ones hateful of witches.

So, I mentioned I was born in a branch of Mormonism, right? Well, I also grew up with Voodoo (2 grandparents), Huna (1 grandparent), and Scottish Faerie Faith (1 grandparent), so I ended up with practicing a blend of all four as an adult.

And the one that was being focused on today is the Voodoo religion. What happened was the request for me to make them a "Voodoo doll" because they are mad at someone and want to "send karma" back at them by sticking pins in a doll.

Thing is, doll babies (as they are correctly called) are for healing, not curses. Red pins are to remove sickness, yellow pins are to draw in healing. That is the ACTUAL practice. It has absolutely nothing to do with curses or hurting people or sending harm or summoning karma. All that curses and harm stuff comes from Hollywood movies, not from the actual Voodoo religion.

And Voodoo is a religion. A Christian religion at that. A very peaceful, non-violent religion. A religion that is so similar to the Catholic religion, that it is sometimes called "Folk Catholicism". It is a Christian religion that combines the ATR Vodu (the much older pre colonial religion Voodoo is based off of) with Catholic Christianity.

I am so sick of the "voodoo doll curses and death spell" bull shit lies people spread about the Voodoo religion.

I am equally sick of people storming up to me, telling me they are mad at someone, and demanding I make them a "Voodoo doll" so they can "stick pins in it".

Why do people blindly believe the fantasy bull shit lies movies say Voodoo is, instead of doing some research to find out what Voodoo really is?

But also, why is everyone so obsessed with (my) religion at all?

I'm not out trying to convert anybody, because I believe everyone has different beliefs that are best for them. I don't believe in a "one true religion" so I also don't understand why people feel the need to try to convert me to their religion.

It is perfectly fine by me for everyone to have any religion they want, or no religion if they do not want one.

My point is, I just don't understand why it is such a common thing for everyone to feel the need to tell me my religion is wrong, my religion is evil, my religion is witchcraft, my religion is curses, or whatever else they come up with the acuse me and/or my religion of being.

I'm not trying to convert anyone to my religion, so why are so many people obsessed with trying to convert me to theirs?

And my religion neither practices nor believes in casting curses or sending harmful karma at people, so why do so many people try to get me to make "Voodoo dolls" or cast curses for them.

It's really annoying that 90% of the people I encounter think I'm a witch and/or think I am some sort of "witch for hire" that they can buy curses from.

It's all so very annoying. I wish there weren't so many negative stereotypes out there about so many religions. I wish so many people wouldn't treat religion like their personal excuse to harass others.

I don't know is it just really common for people around here to do this to everyone of evey religion, or is it just that I'm part of two fairly uncommon Christo-Pagan religions that this keeps happening to me?

omg, and let's not even get started on my primary religion practice: Scottish Faerie Faith which is real close to Wicca and has no connection to Christianity at all and is straight up olde school paganism and REALLY gets local church members going wild accusations at me. :(

I'm just really frustrated that my beliefs being predominantly pagan, but also slightly Christian, seems to make everyone around me think its open season on giving me their (usually hateful) opinions. Like why can't people just mind their own business and why is my religion any business of theirs to begin with?

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