Do you have information about my son's murder and need the FBI contact information:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
If anyone contacts you saying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, is for sale, know that they are lying to you... it is my land, and it has been in my family since 1531... and the ONLY person whom has EVER gone around saying it is for sale, is a woman who the FBI believes to be the same woman who murdered my son.
My son is buried here, and the FBI believes she is trying to buy my land in order to destroy his grave and destroy evidence of his murder.
Since my son's murder November 14, 2013, every year dozens of real estate agent show up all with a story of a female developer who is offering them MILLIONS of dollars for my lot of land that is only 1/4 of an acre and is not big enough to develop.
When shown police sketches of my son's murderer, the real estate agents say "Yes, that's the woman who hired me to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine", but then the woman disappears and the real estate agents never hear from her again... all contact information she gave them turns out to be fake.
The woman who murdered my son, is DESPERATELY trying to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... this is the woman to watch out for... and this is what she did:
Looking to find out more about my son's murder, that information is on these pages:
And if you're one of those lunatic jackass bullshitting alien abduction UFO freaks, looking for haunted cars, Stephen King, cryptids, or EBEs, first off, you can go fuck yourselves. I am so damned sick of you conspiracy brained motherfuckers harassing my family and turning my son's murder case into a circus of you psycho deranged bullshit. Here's some pages for you:
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If you are a hater, you can go fuck yourself.
Racist bigots like you MURDERED MY SON... they beat his 8 month old brains out with a golf club.
Racist bigots like you DROVE A BACKHOE OVER MY HOUSE... while I was 5 months pregnant.

Racist bigots like you BROKE MY SPINE AND PUT ME IN A WHEELCHAIR... broke my spine with a golf club while accusing me of being "a transvestite", while screaming "kill or be killed, kill all the trannies", while calling me "a man in a dress", WHILE, I a cis female, was 8 months pregnant!
So FUCK ALL OF YOU transphobic, gay hating bastards. Burn in Hell where shit like you belongs, and stay the fuck away from me and my family, you fucking pieces of filth!
I'm sick of MUFON nuts showing up in my yard calling me an alien abductee and claiming my friend is an alien EBE. WTF? Who the hell started this rumor and why do people keep believing it and harassing my family over it?
crazy reddit people have latched on to some weird slander and then hunted down my home address to harass my family in person and I don't know how to stop them. They have absolutely destroyed my life... and I haven't got a clue why they are even doing it to begin with!
this has been happening to my family for well over a decade now, and it is STILL happening right now in May 2026, and I am sick of it , and I don't know who started it or why... but it's really easy to find podcasts on spotify and youtube, and threads here on Reddit, that will tell you my car is "the world most haunted car" and feed you bull shit about me being an alien abductee, or telling you I was in Stephen King movies... really wild, and stupid people see that malicious slanderous bullshit and think it's real, then show up at my house, because those videos put my home address in them.
These people are out of control and when I say out of control, I mean my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and people are AGAIN right now this week, showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King. I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026.
EVERYONE saying my car is haunted, saying my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you.
I mean, who in their right mind even believes in haunted cars to begin with?
Who in their right mind even believes in aliens or ufos?
Who in their right mind believes a car is haunted, so they cut the car in half, then drive a backhoe over the house its at because they think an 8 month pregnant woman is a transgender man wearing a dress? Then beats her up with a golf club, severed her spine, rips her baby out of her belly and bashes his head in with a golf club... who in their right mind does things like this?
They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
buglight lighthouse is the lighthouse on the college campus.
buglight lighthouse, (near Spring Point Lighthouse, both at Prebble Fort around the corner from Portland HeadLight Lighthouse), that is where my 8 month son was murdered November 14, 2013, same day i became paralized by the woman with a golf club. FBI investigation has been going 13 years now and they still have not identified her.
I had only 1 semester left at SMCC, but I've been paralyzed since the attack and not yet recovered enough to return to finish college.
I've always found it strange why was it never in the news what happened to me on campus? I was in Hillary's class at the buglight art study, there by the lighthouse, helping Hillary put the art stuff away.
I went out the big glass door, on the beach side, right beside the lighthouse, where my Volo was parked in the first spot, and the woman with the golf club had been hiding behind my car, jumped out and attacked. I was 8 months pregnant, she severed my spinal column, broke 3 vertebrae, forced early labour, and then killed my baby with the golf club too.
I had no use of my arms or legs for 9 years, and started relearning to walk in 2021 after 9 years paralyzed.
today in 2026, I have regained use of two fingers on my right hand, and have gained enough leg strength to push my wheelchair around the block like a rollator a couple times a week, but its been 13 years and I've not yet recovered enough to return to college and finish my last semester.
FBI believes it is friends/family of the woman who did it, who are the ones started and spreading the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bull shit about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car!
FBI believes the backhoe driver and murderer are same person and that it is a developer who wanted my land, so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, but when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, but when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son.
And I don't even know why.
Why are they doing this?
How do I get them to stop?
And who? Who is behind this? I don't even know who the people behind it are!
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In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
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40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 The following story is part of a long running Furry Yaoi MPreg Fiction series about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
It features a transman main character who is an often pregnant megalomaniac supervillain necromancer, married to an unhinged Faerie King.
This series was started September 23, 1978, and now spans 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, and 3,000+ short stories. it celebrates it’s 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of it’s very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane — A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction
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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Domestic Lives of Dangerous Faeries - LGBTQAI+ Queer MPreg Cozy Fantasy Fiction w a F2M Elf Wizard, a Gay Faerie Chef, & a BiSexual Demon Time Traveller, Free To Read Online
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
What is the series about?
It's three god-level, planet destroying, alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon megalomaniac super villain bumbling wizards, and their ship's crew (The UnSeelie Court) with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, started a zombie apocalypse, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but are never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other, to ever get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.

Seen in image:
- IMAGE 1: The Pink Necromancer, Thullid Infested Moon Elf silk weaver, travelling merchant, & Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court: Quaraun Swanzen on Noodle Beach. With his unhinged temper, his 12 foot long prehensile, venomous jellyfish tentacle hair, his deadly laser wand, and his inability to stay sober long enough to cast a spell properly, he is the most feared being in the known universe. Quaraun is literally a Space JellyFish (A Thullid) whom has taken control of the corpse of a dead Elf.
In the year 2525, a comet struck the Moon. Now, in 40th century Maine, Earth is frozen, the Moon is fractured, and UnDead Lobsters are a serious problem. And then there's Quaraun: The Pink Necromancer. Most feared super villain on Earth. Possibly the galaxy. Maybe ever. But all he wants is tea, silk embroidery, and a calm evening in his lighthouse.
- IMAGE 2: Master Chef Phooka turned Lich King of The UnSeelie Court: King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. He is king of the entire fucking planet. Defy him and he'll serve you as the main course of the next UnSeelie Court feast. The world's only known Unicorn, in his true form he is a tiny lilac coloured Shetland Pony with a gleaming silver horn. In his Lich form he is a blue crystal skeleton of a Friesian stallion.
BoomFuzzy, the Unicorn Lich King of the UnSeelie Court, is Quaraun's dead husband. Technically dead. Officially terrifying. Unofficially the best baker left in the apocalypse.
- IMAGE 3: The Satyr-like, mad scientist Sheep Demon: Gremorse Liore aka GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. He is Quaraun's apprentice, and fast becoming the most powerful wizard in the universe.
GhoulSpawn, their brilliant, baffled companion, fell through time from 1978 and never found the way home. Now he juggles tech repairs, running from zombies, and being madly in love with the two most dangerous men of the apocalypse.
- Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
- Not seen here: Toobe: a deceptively innocent looking tiny flying silver metal orb that hoovers around GhoulSpawn, giving science reports and scanning for dangers, Toobe is a sadistically insane sentient AI from thirteen thousand years in the future, who is the real brains behind the plot of global domination.
The morning had thawed the sea. Just slightly. The sky shimmered in hazy pastels—milk-glass turquoise, the hue of old seafoam glass, kissed by gold. For a brief, rare moment, the coastal cove below the Black Tower Lighthouse was alive with false summer.
The ice had broken enough to let sunlight scatter in mosaic fragments across the surf.
Seals basked, blinking drowsily.
Driftwood bobbed, tangled in blue kelp. GhoulSpawn’s mechanical sea-buoys hummed in the tide, collecting data no one would ever use.
Quaraun wandered barefoot along the waterline, toes brushing wet sand and sea-glass pebbles, the hem of his pale aqua robe soaking up the salt. His hair dragged behind like a bridal train—silver, slick, iridescent, a moving jellyfish creature that brushed sea anemones and left phosphorescent trails behind him.
The scent of sun-warmed lichen and blooming sea-thistle filled the air. His chains jingled like soft wind chimes. The world felt gentle, like it had forgotten its own suffering.
On a sun-warmed rock sat BoomFuzzy, half-shifted into Unicorn form, silvery horn spiralled like a narwhal’s blade, his cloven hooves glistening wet.
“I could stay like this forever,” he said.
"You are dead. You already have forever," Quaraun replied, folding himself beside his lover, curling into the heat of his woolly side.
“Aye. But ye don’t. That’s the part I can’t fix.”
The light shimmered around them.
Soft.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Then—a shriek from the tower.
One of the beacon mirrors shattered.
Glass fell like diamonds.
The light changed.
The sky turned green.
And a hole opened in the air.
GhoulSpawn came sprinting from the water in a soaking lab coat, hooves slipping on algae.
“Dudes! I accidentally opened a portal to Before the Moon Fractured! Don’t be mad!”
BoomFuzzy sighed.
“I told ye no’ tae poke holes in time before breakfast.”
Quaraun stood slowly, brushing sand from his robe.
"Close it. Or we all shall die again."
The sea rippled.
Time warped.
The calm was gone.
And the lighthouse turned once more.
Forever keeping the light.
Forever keeping the dead.
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The morning had thawed the sea.
Just slightly. The sky shimmered in hazy pastels, milk-glass turquoise, the hue of old seafoam glass, kissed by gold. For a brief, rare moment, the coastal cove below the Black Tower Lighthouse was alive with false summer.
The ice had broken enough to let sunlight scatter in mosaic fragments across the surf.
Seals basked, blinking drowsily.
Driftwood bobbed, tangled in blue kelp.
GhoulSpawn’s mechanical sea-buoys hummed in the tide, collecting data no one would ever use.
Quaraun wandered barefoot along the waterline, toes brushing wet sand and sea-glass pebbles, the hem of his pale aqua robe soaking up the salt. His belly pressed heavy, swollen, round as a moon, pulling on his spine. Kits kicked, restless, tumbling, reminding him he was not walking alone. He curled his toes into the cold grit, flesh numb, skin raw, veins shivering with the chill of nuclear winter air.
His twelve foot long Rapunzel hair dragged behind like a bridal train, silver, slick, iridescent, a moving jellyfish creature that brushed sea anemones and left phosphorescent trails behind him. He thought of tentacles.
Of tangled nets.
Of silk threads pulled taut until they snapped.
Of the strange logic of being not Elf, not man, not woman, but jellyfish alien hidden inside skin.
Thoughts spiralled:
I am tentacle.
I am silk.
I am womb of kits.
I am bait.
I am lure.
I am cage.
The scent of sun-warmed lichen and blooming sea-thistle filled the air. His many dainty silver chains jingled like soft wind chimes.
Tinkle. Tinkle. Tinkle.
The world felt gentle, like it had forgotten its own suffering.
Forgotten but not forgiven.
Forgotten but not healed.
Forgotten but always waiting.
On a sun-warmed rock sat BoomFuzzy, half-shifted into Unicorn form, silvery horn spiralled like a narwhal’s blade, his clip-cloppy pony hooves glistening wet. His fur smelled of lilac, clove, anise, gingerbread sugar, smoke, and brine.
Cold air steamed around him, violet haze curling from his nostrils.
“I could stay like this forever,” he said as he transformed fully into his socky little Humanoid form.
“You are dead. You already have forever,” Quaraun replied, folding himself beside his lover, curling into the heat of his woolly side. He pressed his swollen stomach against BoomFuzzy’s hip. “I am whale. Whale and balloon. Whale and kits. Kits and whale.”
“Aye. But ye don’t. That’s the part I can’t fix.”
BoomFuzzy’s hand slid across Quaraun’s belly, squeezing, protective. His lips brushed Quaraun’s ear.
“Careful wi’ the wee ones, aye? Dinnae be trampin’ barefoot in sharp glass like a daft fuckin’ JellyBrains.”
The light shimmered around them.
Soft.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Quaraun thought of Twighlight Manor, thought of roses blooming in snow, thought of silk threads tightening, thought of absinthe dripping, thought of never-ending loops.
He whispered to his unborn kits:
“There is light and glass. Glass and light. Light is glass. Glass is light.”
Jellyfish loops.
Spiral logic.
Then, a shriek from the tower.
One of the beacon mirrors shattered.
Glass fell like diamonds.
The light changed.
The sky turned green.
And a hole opened in the air.
GhoulSpawn came sprinting from the water in a soaking lab coat, cloven hooves slipping on algae. His golden fleece dripped, clinging in curls, reeking of wet sheep wool, salt, ozone, and seaweed. His voice cracked into math equations as he ran breathless towards Quaraun.
“Portal flux...probability drift...wrong equation input...quantum backlash...it--"
"What have you done this time?"
"I swear I was only factoring buoyancy, dudes!”
"Mindless gibber jabber," BoomFuzzy said.
“Dudes! I accidentally opened a portal to Before the Moon Fractured! Don’t be mad!”
BoomFuzzy sighed. Lilac smoke curled. “I told ye no’ tae poke holes in time before breakfast.”
Quaraun stood slowly, brushing sand from his pink robe.
Kits pressed inside him, one foot or hand kicking against his ribs, sharp as broken glass. His jelly-hair writhed, tentacles twitching toward the portal, sensing, grasping, wanting. The silk on his ankles stuck with damp sand, dragging.
The cold bit.
His mind spiralled:
I am not whale.
I am glass.
Fragile glass.
But glass breaks.
And breaking glass cuts.
Cuts the world.
Cuts the kits.
Cuts the light.
“Close it" he said out loud. "Or we all shall die again.”
"Again" GhoulSpawn asked. His voice cracked. "What do you mean again?"
Quaraun's eye twitched. Silver chains on foot long Moon Elf ears jingled. He smelled roses—roses blooming in snow, roses rotting in blood, roses crawling into the portal, roses reaching up from The Twighlight Manor.
The sea rippled.
Time warped.
The calm was gone.
And the lighthouse turned once more.
Forever keeping the light.
Forever keeping the dead.
Forever keeping the unborn kits.
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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