Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
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.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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Having started out in life as a GeoCities site, this site contains glitter, bright colours, blinkies, moving gifs, and other things the old web was known for. |
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If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:
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My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.
As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.
There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.
The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
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Update Sept 3, 2026:
I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.
I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy.
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update sept 7, 2026
"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?
I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.
So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.
see video below for more information:
@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
update Sept 15, 2026:
I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed
you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?
all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,
well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.
waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.
update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine
Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.
About the story:
A group of teens head to Old Orchard Beach, Maine's Palace Playland. While there one couple gets trapped on top of the Ferris wheel, which stops as a storm approaches, and a flying saucer lands on the beach, with Alien Vampires unleashing a horde of Zombie minions on the tourists. The young couple watch in horror as everyone in the park is eaten by zombies.
The story continues in Part 2 Attack of The Zombie Pizza Boys From Outer Space, when the Alien Vampires, replace the residents of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, with Zombi replicates, and take to harvesting tourists as a food supply, using pizza as bate.
Also in this series is Dracula Lives Next Door. Set before BloodFall, a strange man arrives in town. A group of children believe he is Dracula and suspect he came from outer space and will soon send Zombies to eat everyone. No one in town believes them.
Inspiration:
The Alien Vampire series is based off the Bela Lugosi movie: Plan 9 from Outer Space
In which Bela plays an alien vampire, hell bent on taking over the galaxy, and building an army of zombie bikini babes to help him capture Eath.
(This movie was also the inspiration for the Babe Bots of the Austin Powers movie. Many references to Plan 9 from Outer Space can be found throughout the Austin Powers movies.)
Other movies that were inspirations for this series include: Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein, The Pizza Boy episode of X-Files "Bad Blood",
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Status: Currently out of print (as of November 2017)
Genre: Weird Horror/Absurdist Fiction
Type: Short Story
Setting: As with all of my books, this series is set in my hometown of Old Orchard Beach, Maine
Series: Is listed as part of 2 separate series: Originally released as part of the Alien Vampires From Outer Space series, the 2013 re release was listed as part of EelKat's Twisted Tales.
First Edition: Was originally distributed as a "newsletter freebie" for email subscribers of EK's Star Log, in 2006. Was made available as a free to read online story in 2010.
Cover Photography: Both editions by EelKat Wendy C. Allen. Both photos taken in 2003.
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About The Series: Alien Vampires From Outer Space
Currently (November 2017) there is only one story from the series still available for sale. Where in the Heck is the Ceiling, is available on Amazon Kindle and is the first and only story from the series to have ever been made available for sale.
All the other stories in the series were special edition stories, emailed to newsletter subscribers in the early to mid 2000s.
The series was schedualed for an Amazon Kindle release in December of 2013. However, on November 14, 2013, I was attacked, beaten up, and left paralized for 5 months, by Kendra Silvermander, who arrived at my campus of Southern Maine Community College and waited crouched behind my car in the parking lot, after dark, and attacked me while I was putting my art supplies in the back seat of my car. I am crippled for the rest of my life as a result of this attack.
She would repeat this same style attack July 2016 at the Scarborough WalMart, where she used a shopping cart as a weapon to attack me while I was putting groceries in my car. On this occasion she yet again paralyzed me for several weeks, this time rupturing 3 discs in my spine.
The series was put on hold after the first attack. March 2015 I announce the series was to be re-released in May 2015. April 10, 2015 my motorhome was filled with 1,000s of gallons of feces and my cats heads were cut off and nailed to my door.
Kendra Silvermander is psychotic on terrifyingly deranged levels, and for some unknown reason, is hell bent on refusing to allow this series, specifically this volume (BloodFall in Playland) from this series, of being reprinted.
You can see some of Kendra's wild ravings in the Amazon reviews of Where in the Heck is the Ceiling. She created 52 fake accounts on Amazon, to leave 52 one star reviews on Where in the Heck is the Ceiling. Amazone deleted most of them days later. Last lime I checked, there were 8 of her raving ramblings, still in the public reviews on the book. If they are still there, you can go read them for yourself and see how wildly insane this woman actually is. Here is the book...
About The Series: EelKat's Twisted Tales
A long running series of short Weird Horror stories, started in 1978 and still written in 2017, this set of short stories now spans more than 600 volumes.
Each story in the series is under 10,000 words, most are under 5,000 words, and a few are only 1,000 words.
Many are based of folklore and mythology from cultures all over th world.
All are a mix of Horror and Absurdist Fiction. As a general rule they can be considered Slice of Life Literary Vignettes.
A few of them have now seen Amazon releases and one of which was featured in The KBoard's Anthology.
Here is the infamous Kboards Anthology...
The anthology submission requirements was for flash fiction of 1,000 words or less. Most of the authors who received the invite for this project were novelists not short story writers. Many who made it into the book were not first choice either - several big name authors declined the invite and did not want to get involved in the project, due to the bad press the project was getting after one author got mad for not receiving an invite and hacked the Kboards accounts of 73 of the 101 authors included. She harassed the hell out of the authors after this book went live. Today - 3 of the authors have commit suicide, another was murdered, several have been beaten up and suffered serious health issues, myself included - I was paralyzed for 5 month and now crippled the rest of my life. Since July 2016 the FBI is now investigating the Kboards forum members trying to find out which one it was who hacked our accounts. Most of the authors in this book, were advised by their lawyers to leave Kboards forums and never go back. Most every one of us who were part of this project, now wish we had never received the invitation to be part of it. ... we each were asked to write 1,000 words... people are dead now because of those 1,000 words. I wish more people knew what happened to the authors of this project.
Interesting Facts: This story is the one cited by the infamous psycho crazed "unpublished wanna be author" Kendra Silvermander.
In October 2010 through to November 2010, I received a total of twenty-one-thousand 21,000, psychotically deranged emails from someone calling herself Kendra Silvermander.
Each of these emails started with the line: "NaNoWriMo is coming up so I went off my meds so I could write".
Every paragraph ended with the line: "I'm Kendra Silvermander, it's my turn to shine. Stop stepping on my toes. It's my time to shine. Mine. Not yours. Mine. My turn to shine."
Each email was in excess of 10,000 words long. Most of is rambling in illegible gibberish that made no sense at all, and appeared to be the ravings of someone with schizophrenia. (I had an uncle with Schizophrenia who frequent wrote my weekly, deranged letters of this nature from 1997 until his death in 2013, so I am familiar with the mental process patterns of a schizophrenia patient and this appears to be the case with this Kendra Silvermander woman as well.)
In Kendra's emails, she makes the wild, ludicrous claim, that I am what she calls "a time traveling vampire" and claims that I (in 2006) went to the future (2010) to such this story out of her head. Then, according to her, I traveled from 2010, back to the past in 2006, to publish her story before she thought of it.
In other words, she was accusing me of stealing a story she thought up, and publishing it, before she thought of it, by going to the future to steal it from her and returning to the past to publish it first.
This was the most baffling and at first hilarious set of emails I ever got.
Interestingly the Alien Vampires of this series are in fact time travelers. It is very obvious that Kendra read the stories in this series and was unable to tell fact from fiction, reality from fantasy, and could not tell the author of the story, from the fiction characters within said story.
At first I thought is was my Uncle Merlin, (mentioned above) as the writing style/voice was nearly identical to his, as was the deranged ravings and ramblings that made no sense. My Uncle is the same Uncle many of my fans and readers know from his Amphibious Aliens emails, letters, and forum posts, that resulted in the Amphibious Aliens Squidoo Lense I wrote in 2007.
He is the same uncle responsible for most of the rumors surrounding the World's Most Haunted Car.
And was pivotal in the destruction of said car, when he concluded that instead of being a car it was actually a demon.
Kendra Silvermander arrived to attack me in person at multiple restaurants and libraries, including to have done so days before the theft and destruction of the car.
A bomb blew up my house October 18, 2006, a few weeks after the release of this story. At the time we did not know the connection. We would not know the bomb was connected to the release of this story until receiving Kendra's emails in 2010 and 2013.
Every November and April since 2006, my family has been subjected to horrific hate crimes and vandalisms. More than 200 of them. Because of the similarities to thing my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater said and did, we at first though Kendra was yet another of his "alternate selves" (he had many, including: King Richard, Merlin the Magician, a NASA astronaut, Buddy Holly, the grand high wizard of the Ku Klux Klan, the great dragon of the Ku Klux Klan, and dozens more of a similar nature). He was also a child molesting peadophile who cited Bible verses about the requirement to have "7 wives all under 12 years old". In the last 2 years before his death, he had 54 lawsuits against him by young women who all claimed he raped them when they were under 8 years old. 16 of these women were his own nieces, one was his own daughter, and the rest were from five separate churches that he attended.
A violent man who beat women into submission, he frequently used tables as weapons to beat his sisters and nieces unconscious. This went on for many years before anyone finally got hurt bad enough to FINALLY go to the police. He often wielded a sledge hammer and frequently smashed up cars belonging to his relatives. He once punished his 10 year old sister, by stabbing her cat to death with a pencil. In later years, a state mental health institute was called in, and they diagnosed him with Schizophrenia, narcissistic personality disorder, and sociopathy.
He had a friend, Joel Bailey, of Saco, Maine, also diagnosed with sociopathy, whom he hired to hack the online accounts of any women whom Richard deemed "in need of being punished because she refused to marry me". In 2007 and 2010 Joel Bailey hacked most all of my online account. When he was arrested and sent to prison in 2011, Joel Bailey was found to have a list of 10 women, all authors, whom he had been paid to hack their accounts. Joel Bailey turned out to be a "professional black hat hacker for hire" and made a living out of hiring himself out to criminals. He went to prison for having been hired by Old Orchard Beach Town Manager Jim Thomas, to hack the town hall bank account and embezzle $3million dollars in tax funds. To date the FBI has only been able to recover $36,000 of the stolen money. Nearly $3million in tax funds remains missing from the town of Old Orchard Beach.
Because on my Uncle Richard's very violent criminal history, his wild animal abuses, his sadistic tortures, and his 60 to 100 page long daily letters and emails, it was assumed that Kendra Silvermander was simply yet another of his alter identities.
Until 2009, when I met her face to face at the Westbrook Panera, where she had her infamous "bird on your hat, bird on your hat, bird on your hat, bird on your hat, bird on your hat, bird on your hat..." meltdown. She showed up a week later to repeat her attack, this time screaming "Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster!" She returned the next week to have her "My chair, my chair, my chair, myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyychaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair" meltdown.
Terrified to eat at that restaurant anymore, for fear of being beaten up yet again by this psycho deranged woman, I have not returned to the Westbrook Panera ever since.
Her obsession with me became terrifying, when she started sending her friend "Deanna" to show up at the Golden Rooster, a place where, at the time, I was eating breakfast every day. Denna would ramble on insane conspiracy theories about David Ike, Art Bell, Reptilian Illuminati, and wild alien abduction obsessions. It became impossible for me to avoid this Denna woman, who began to show up at the Saco Dyer Library, the Biddeford MacArthur Library, and would spend hours on end following me around raving and ranting about whatever the latest "Coast to Coast AM Radio" report was on alien abductions.
Each time she arrived (which was daily for months on end) she would introduce herself as: "Hi, I'm Denanna. Kendra Silvermander sent me to make sure you were not writing any novels outside of November. We are only allowed to write novels in November. It's National Novel Writing Month, you know. Kendra lives a 5 hour drive away and she's getting tired of driving all the way down here every day to check up on you. I live on Old Orchard Road in Saco next door to the Exit 5 Hotel, so I'm just walking distance from you. She says I get to be her minion this month. She made me an assistant ML. She paid me to follow you today, so here I am."
Because of this, I stopped eating at my favorite restaurant, The Golden Rooster of Saco Maine, in 2010 and have not again dared to go back there. I also stopped going to both the Saco and Biddeford libraries.
One day while eating at the Garden Cafe, in the same parking lot as Landre's Shop N Save on Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach (I live on Portland Ave), Deanna showed up yet again. This time with 2 other women who did not identify themselves. The 3 of them spent about an hour talking about Dwayne Johnson/the Rock, and then Deanna said to me: "My aunt owns this restaurant. As she's on the same street as you, I told Kendra to have her keep tabs on you from now on. I just found out I'm pregnant and I won't be able to stay with you every day anymore."
For some unknown reason, Kendra is obsessed with the Bloodfall in Playland story on insane levels. She references it constantly through out all over her emails, her confrontations, her ravings and ramblings...I don't get it.
Interestingly, Kendra makes the claim to be "a member of the Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan"... this is a VERY important bit of information. Why? Because there is NO SUCH GROUP affiliated with the Ku Klux Klan. The real group is called "The Loyal white Knights of the Ku Klux Klan" and they are a very peaceful group - NOT the extreme radicals that most people think they are. They keep to themselves and are a branch of the Baptist Church (yes, the REAL: kkk is a religious church group) they have their own "pope" figure, and they believe that only "the pure" (aka white skinned) can enter Heaven. They believe it is a sin to hurt anyone and are EXTREMELY non violent. Like the Amish, they separate themselves from others, living in communities free of non-whites. Here in Maine, most of them can be found in Kennebunk, Kennebunkport, Ocean Park, and Cape Porpoise. Each of these towns is 90% white, with Ocean Park being a full 100% white and having town ordinances in place making it illegal to sell property to non-whites. I have friends, who live in Kennebunk, who are members of the REAL Ku Klux Klan, including my boyfriend and his family, and that's why I know the difference between the ACTUAL group, and the renegade terrorists who dress up like them and do shit in their name.
The group that calls themselves "The Loyalist White Knights" was founded by my cousins Shem Atwater and Yvonne Johnson, and a local Tommy Bryant who lives on my street. It is NOT an official branch of the Ku Klux Klan, and is rather a renegade radical group, that sports swastika arm bands, greats each other with "heil Hitler", brandishes Confederate flags, also say they are by political party members of the Nazi Party. Near as I can tell the group consists of about 12 families and is fewer then 100 members. For some reason, they all drive 4-door-white trucks, though I do not know what the logic is behind this.
The group is very local and does not exist outside of Southern Maine. They mostly follow a list of rules that were written up by my Uncle David Atwater (Richard Merlin's older brother). In the 1970s, they called themselves "A Division of Heaven's Gate". They changed the name to "The Loyalist White Knights" in 1997 after the infamous Heaven's Gate Murder Suicide that killed 39 people. It is unknown if they were ACTUAL Heaven's Gate members or if they just called themselves that. Most members of this group are illegal aliens from Nova Scotia and do not have American citizenship. They claim to be a "sovereign nation" and say they are "bound to no laws, no government, but our own".
I born into and grew up with this group, and escaped it as a teenager because I wanted no part of what I saw as nothing but a group of insane mindless drones blindly following a raving lunatic. If you tell them they are mindless and following David blindly, they smile and proudly say: "I know, we are his sheep, he is our shepherd, he is steering us on the path to righteousness and glory." They then start rambling nonsense about "trumps of jubilee", "armageddon" "comet wormwood" "planet kolob" and quoting Book of Mormon and Bible verses. They also claim that God is an alien, alien abductions are demon attacks, and obsessively stockpile guns because they claim God will "sound the trump" and they will be his army during the "Third World War".
And so...
When this Kendra Silvermander blurted out the term "Loyalist White Knights" one day... it was then that I realized, she was one of my Uncle David's followers, and that's apparently how she ended up getting my name and address.
Kendra always shows up days before or after David's clan. David, lives in Palmyra, Maine, about a 20 minute drive from Stephen King's house in Bangor, into some of Maine's deepest forests... where most of his group also lives with him, in the weird little piles of oil barrels that they call houses. They squatted on the plot of land since 2016... being one of the few group to successfully get free land given to them by the state of Maine, via its "Inverse Take Over Law" (commonly known as the "Squatter's Rights Law")
In 2016, the police located Kendra Silvermander, (and now know her real name) in Winthrop, Maine, disturbing, right outside of David's location.
Since July 2016, the FBI is currently investigating both Kendra Silvermander and the Atwater Clan, as well as their rivals the Cyr Clan (all of whom are members of the group that goes by the name "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, A Division of Heaven's Gate", to determine, which of them is responsible for doing this to my family:
All because of this 10 page short story.
Over the years Kendra, The Atwaters, and the Cyrs have cited many multiple, constantly changing reasons for their attacks on my family, including to falsely accuse me of being gay, transesual, non-white, a witch, and a demon. Through all of it, though, Kendra always cites THIS short story "Bloodfall in Playland" as being her own personal reasons for her involvement in these attacks.

The car which attacked me on the Ross Road, just outside of the entrance to the Blueberry Plains, was a fairly new model of a Honda minivan, color maroon/burgundy metallic.
As with the previous attackers, this car had no license plates on it.
The driver appeared to be a man, but could have been a woman. Was wearing a straw hat, pulled down over their face to conceal their features.
This is not the first time they have done this. This particular attack however has done several thousand in damages to my car.
It is unknown if this driver was armed, however it should be noted that previous attackers, were armed with illegal automatic rifles, and it is assumed this attacker likely was as well.
The passenger's side of the front bumper of their car has a large pink paint smear on it, from the pink paint on my car.
Do be aware that this group of domestic terrorists, (who call themselves "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan") are wanted by the FBI and are considered to be heavily armed and extremely dangerous. Their attacks on the non-white, non-Christian, and LGBTQ residents of Old Orchard Beach are becoming more frequent and much bolder. Do NOT approach them if you see them, just call the local police and the FBI immediately and run as far away from range of their gun fire as possible.
Do keep in mind that this group of terrorists are the ones who blew up my house with a bomb October 18, 2006, beheaded my cousin July 2013, drove a backhoe over my next house August 8, 2013, beat me up on November 14, 2013 leaving me paralyzed 5 months and crippled for the rest of my life, filled my motorhome with thousands of gallons of feces April 10, 2015, kidnapped my cats and have been one at a time returning the heads of my cats.
Since I got beaten up by this weird so-called author, November 14, 2013, still no clue who she is, but she left me paralyzed for 5 months, during which time she hacked my KBoards account, my NaNoWriMo account, my website, my FaceBook, my Twitter, and other places, pretending to be me and written horrible stuff via my accounts. Then she created 52 fake Amazon accounts and left 52 fake and completely identical 1 star reviews on every one of my books.
I was paralyzed 5 months, relearning to walk 18 months... and I was offline for a full 3 years, and had no clue this woman had taken over all my online accounts or had done any of these things, until 2015. :( .
I'm crippled for the rest of my life, on a cane with one leg useless, and only have the use of 1 hand now, and permanent damage to my spine.
I used to publish a novel a month... now because of this still unidentified Kboards member, I've got $3million in medical bills, a bomb also blew up my house so living in my car, can barely move, and am lucky if I can get 1 book typed up a year. So frustrating.
It's been 4 years and I'm still in physical therapy, and it's a good day if I can stand up, let alone walk. Had to cancel the 2015-2018 book signing tour, and had to cancel all the monthly book releases from November 2013 to who knows when... still all canceled and we are closing in on 2018 now.
The Kboards hacker crushed my spine, my hip, my pelvis, and my knee. Tore up all the nerves and muscles. Got a $40million lawsuit waiting for when the FBI finally identifies who the Kboards hacker is. FBI – Federal Bureau of Investigation agent's contact info is on my website if you have any info about who it was who hacked my Kboards account 2013 to 2015
They have done similar things to 140 other families in Old Orchard Beach. In the past 4 years they have kidnapped and beheaded more than 500 cats and dogs. They are also wanted in connection to the murders of 3 police officers and 30+ children, as well as the bombing of the First Care Health Clinic on Saco ave in 2003.
This group of terrorists are incredibly dangerous, if they approach you or attack you, flee from them as quickly as possible - they WILL KILL you.
If you know who did this to my car, please call the FBI Agent in charge of the case to turn them in:
More information about this psychopathic, criminally deranged NaNoWriMo ML & her violent "street team" can be found











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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....
... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.
While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since. |
The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground
On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.
She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.
The attack also triggered labour.
My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.
Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.
The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.
The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.
Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.
Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.
Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.
Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.
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The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.
Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.
Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.
Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.
In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.
Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.
But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.
I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.
Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.
Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.
I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.
My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.
Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
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