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:
Miss Citten The Eel~Kat and her interdimensional space eels... after not being used in any story in over thirty years, EelKat is returning for her 50th anniversary in 2028, as a character in the visual novel: Quaraun Goes To the Fair, currently in production and expected to release summer 2026.I am an author. I write Yaoi. This is my website. Yaoi means my main characters are gay lovers. If that bothers you, you're on the wrong website. Sorry. ![]() Transman Quaraun (The Pink Necromancer) and his husband King Gwallmaic (aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn) King of The UnSeelie Court. Main characters of The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer series.
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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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🌸🦄🌸 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 calm of the morning was broken only by the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore. Quaraun stood at the window, his eyes watching the mist-covered ocean, feeling a strange peace settle in his chest. The lighthouse was perched just above the rocky coastline, the scent of salt air mixing with the warmth from the stove.
BoomFuzzy’s voice broke through the quiet.
“I’ve got breakfast ready. Fresh fish, just caught this morning.”
Quaraun turned, his eyes brightening.
“Ah, my favourite. You always know how to spoil me, Unicorn.”
GhoulSpawn leaned against the door frame, a mischievous grin on his face.
“You two and your fish. You’d think it was some sort of spell.”
“It might as well be,” Quaraun replied softly, smiling in contentment as he joined them at the table. The world beyond their door was harsh, but within these walls, they found sustenance, comfort, and love.
The calm of the morning was broken only by the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore. Quaraun stood at the window, his icy blue eyes watching the mist-covered ocean, feeling a strange peace settle in his chest. His hand pressed against the swell of his belly, round and stretched, kits inside restless, kicking like trapped minnows.
He thought: Belly is ocean, ocean is belly, kits swimming in jelly tides, I am their sea.
Quaraun was full of strange thoughts like this, when he was full of kits waiting to be born.
The lighthouse perched just above the rocky coastline, its black walls slick with salt spray, iron creaking in the endless wind. The scent of salt air mingled with warmth from the stove, thick, fluffy, pink silk robes heavy with rose oil clinging to Quaraun’s shoulders, cane leaning against the wall beside him.
Steam curled from the kitchen, carrying clove and anise, BoomFuzzy’s signature scent always saturating everything, lilac and gingerbread clinging to the walls as much as the sea’s salt. The master chef was doing what he did best: cooking sumptuous delights for his family.
BoomFuzzy’s voice broke through the quiet, gravelly, thick with rough joy.
“I’ve got breakfast ready, JellyLove. Fresh fish, just caught this mornin’. Fuckin’ perfect silver darlins, Elf.”
Quaraun turned, his blue eyes with pink pupils brightening, his twelve foot long prehensile hair shifting around him, living tentacles reacting to his emotions.
“Ah, my favourite. You always know how to spoil me, Unicorn.” His voice echoed with mindless repetition, words looped. “Spoil me. Spoil me. Always spoil me. Spoil me nice. Spoil me lovely. Spoiling. Spoiling. But never spoiling the food. No never.”
"Ya being ya daft poetic echo self, today, eh, JellyLove?"
"Yes. The kits are resting and I am not hurting."
GhoulSpawn leaned against the door frame, green velvet coat heavy with dampness, from the heavy fog. His wooly digitigrade legs, covered with golden wool dripping onto the floor. The big Satyr-like Sheep Demon smelled of wet sheep and ozone, tangling with the brine of the sea. A tell tale sign that he had once again been doing his scatterbrained science experiments out by the tidal pools again. A mischievous grin twisted his lips.
“You two and your fish. You’d think it was some sort of spell.” His gold pleco pupiled eyes flicked from Quaraun’s pregnant belly to the steaming fish BoomFuzzy had just laid on the table. “Careful. High sodium content. Might trigger early labour.”
Quaraun’s eye twitched.
“Math goat speaks of math."
"I'm a Sheep."
"Sheep. Goat. Goat. Sheep." Quaraun shuffled through the two words as if he could not decide which to say. "Sheep-Goat always calculates. Goat-Sheep fears salt. Sheep-Goat fears numbers.”
"It's just Sheep," GhoulSpawn said.
Quaraun's jellyfish-hair rustled, shifting with his mood, a thousand thin tentacles whispering against his warm pink silk, whispering against air.
“It might as well be,” Quaraun replied softly, almost dreamily, smiling in contentment as he joined them at the table. His movements were slow, deliberate, each step dragging, cane tapping, weight pulling him down.
The kits pressed outward, and he thought of whales:
"Whales, whales, belly whale, full of whales, fish inside me, fish outside me, all fish, all waves," the old Moon Elf muttered.
"Ah, ya having one of ya delirium days, eh?" BoomFuzzy said
"Am I?"
"aye."
"How can you tell?"
"Ya not making much sense."
"Oh."
BoomFuzzy pulled out Quaraun’s chair, grinning, beard dripping sea water, silver eyes glinting.
“Sit yerself, JellyBrains. Sit wi’ me. Let me feed ye, aye? Ye need tae keep strong fer the kits. No weak wee Elf spawnin’ in me lighthouse.”
"It is MY lighthouse," Quaraun corrected. "I am the lighthouse keeper. You are king of the UnSeelie Court."
"Aye, Love. Ya mind with us enough to get that much correct." His hand slid over Quaraun’s hip, squeezing, lingering. “I’ll keep ye full. Full o’ fish. Full o’ me. Full o’ everythin’. Here is YOUR lighthouse.”
Quaraun lowered himself into the seat, silk rustling, cane clattering against the table leg.
The smell of fried fish filled his nose, sharp and clean, salt on his tongue before he even ate. Rose scent from his own skin clashed with the rich, lilac-heavy scent of BoomFuzzy's dreadlocks, and the earthy wet sheep musk of GhoulSpawn, a riot of smells, overwhelming, yet comforting.
He closed his eyes, let the sound of waves crashing below the cliff echo inside his skull. The lighthouse shook faintly, as if giant tentacles pressed against the rocks, reminding them of the monsters that roamed Vesonta’s seas.
Quaraun whispered aloud:
"The waves breathe, the sea breathes, the sea is lungs, my lungs, the kits lungs, we drown, we breathe, drown breathe drown breathe. I need to feel safe. I need to keep my kits safe. Unicorn! You must keep us safe!"
"Aye. I will, Love. Ya can count on me for that." BoomFuzzy laughed, slamming a plate of fish down in front of him. “For now Love it be time to eat. Ya eating for a dozen or so, now, eh?"
"We have fish?" Quaraun asked looking at the plate.
"Aye. Fuckin’ fresh. Still wrigglin’. Still bleedin’. Straight from the sea tae yer plate. Eat, lad, eat, fer the wee ones. They’re kickin’ fer fish, eh?” He pressed his palm to Quaraun’s belly, feeling the kits stir. “See? They ken what they want.”
Quaraun smiled faintly, pink painted lips twitching.
“Yes. They know. They know before I know. They are hungry. They are alive.” His voice dropped into a Vincent Price whisper. “And I am their mother. Their sea. Their keeper. Lord of Twilight Manor, Lord of fish, Lord of kits.” His hair twined around his own neck, around his wrists, curling in a prayer motion. “I pray. I feed. I keep. I weave. Silk for them. Fish for them. All for them.”
BoomFuzzy kissed Quaraun.
GhoulSpawn snorted, folding arms over his damp chest.
“You two are disgusting. This is just breakfast. Fish and math. Calories and protein. Nutrients calculated per bite. You turn it into ritual. You turn it into madness.”
Quaraun opened his eyes, staring at him.
“It is ritual. It is madness. Madness is ritual. Ritual is madness. I am mad. I am ritual. I am fish. JellyFish. I am the Scared Pink JellyFish, mother of many, friend to all. As long as they are not Human.”
BoomFuzzy cackled, reaching over to slap Quaraun’s ass, silk and all.
“Aye, JellyBrains, that’s my sweet fuckin’ lunatic. Mad fer fish. Mad fer silk. Mad fer me.”
"You are the Elf Eater. And I am the Elf who loves you."
"Aye, Love." BoomFuzzy leaned close, anise breath thick, lips brushing Quaraun’s ear. “Eat yer fish or I’ll eat ye.”
Quaraun picked up his fork, delicate hands trembling, nails painted rose-pink, rings flashing in the stove light. He pierced the fish, oily flesh flaking, steam rising. He ate, slow, eyes closing, drowning in flavour, in scent, in texture.
Kits squirmed inside, pressing, rolling, hungry.
Fish in. Fish out. Fish in. Kits swim.
The world beyond their door was harsh shadows creeping through forests, Faerie Trees waking, Terror Birds shrieking, but within these walls, they found sustenance, comfort, and love.
A black lighthouse on a cliff, a Necromancer, a Unicorn, a Sheep Demon. Fish and silk and madness.
Quaraun thought:
Let the world drown.
Let the trees walk.
Let shadows eat.
We have fish.
We have silk.
We have kits.
We have madness.
And that is enough.
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Moral of the Story: Even on a nightmare planet, a fried fish breakfast with your Lich husband tastes like survival.
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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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