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Quaraun The Insane:
Volume 3 
(usually - I keep renumbering these)
BoomFuzzy's Gingerbread House from Hell

BoomFuzzy's Gingerbread House from Hell

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By EelKat Wendy C Allen

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BoomFuzzy's Gingerbread House from Hell

Chapter ?
The GingerBread House From Hell

"Did you know there is a new shop in town?" BeaLuna the Gnome asked Quaraun.

"Of course I don't," Quaraun muttered. "I rarely ever get into town. My father never let's me leave the palace, I might get infected with some non-Moon Elf friends and breath in some non-Moon Elf air. Or I might fall into bed with a non-Moon Elf and create some evil half-Elves. You know what my father is like."

"Well, if you want to skip out on your father and come to town with me, I'll show you it. It's a real humdinger of a place. It's a candy shop. The freaking building is made out of gingerbread."

"Gingerbread? It's made out of gingerbread?"

"Yep. It fell out of the sky one night....”

“Fell out of the sky?”

"Yep. Literally. Just dropped out of the sky one night."

"A magic gingerbread house?"

"I don't know."

"That's either Hags or Faeries or both. None of that's good."

"Nope, it's an old half-Elf..."

"A Half-Elf? Here? My father'll have him executed. Half Elves aren't allowed here."

“Yeah, well, your father's a bigot. Besides, weren't you just bitching about you're father?"

"He cut my hair."

"I can see that. That's why you should go meet the half-Elf. Piss your father off even more. That's what you like to do isn't it?" Besides, the guy lives in a damned gingerbread house. How often do you get to see that?"

"You mean real gingerbread, like a cake?"

"Yeah. Exactly like a cake."

"Who builds a shop out of cake?"

"A crazy old half-Elf apparently. He calls himself BoomFuzzy. Your father would love him. He's loony as hell. He's a half-Elf, so what do you expect? I don't know what the other half of him is. Crazy as a fricking loon. Well, what do you expect from a guy who lives in a freaking cake? The guy's a nut job fruitcake. You should hear him talk. He's got this crazy frigging accent. He's like from up North or something...”

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“North of here? What's North of the Deep North?”

"Santa Claus."

"Santa Claus? The Lich?"

"Yeah. That's where he came from. This BoomFuzzy guy. He said he was Santa's chef. Built Santa's entire village out of gingerbread."

"Child eating Frost Liches. Great. That's worse then Hags and Faeries combined. It's undead Hags and Faeries that eat children and hide out at the North Pole."

“I see him out there every day, icing his roof or planting gumdrops in the flower pots. He's stark bonking mad. They guy's crazy as heck.  You'll love him, he's as nutty as you are. He throws caution to the wind. Says to hell with standard Elven conventions. He's only been in town a few days. Your father is going to have a royal fit when he finds out a half-Elf have moved into the village. I don't know who's crazier, you or him. You'd love him. Come on, I'll take you out there. You'll love this guy, he's as nutty as you are."

Though Quaraun continued to argue with her, Bealuna was finally able to drag the Moon Elf out of his tower and into the village.  A few minutes later Quaraun found himself on the other side of the village, on the outskirts of the Frozen Forest, standing in front of a house made of gingerbread. A front path made of chocolate pebbles and trees and bushes made of lollipops and cotton candy.

"It's not real," Quaraun said the BeaLuna.

“What do you mean it's not real?”

“It's not real.”

"No? Looks real. Tastes real too."


"Yeah, most everybody in the village has taken a bite out of his house. I did too."


"It's made out of gingerbread."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"It's not it's... it's ghastly... it's horrible... it's made out of..."

"It's gingerbread. It's meant to be eaten. What else do you do with a gingerbread house?"

"Do you see a gingerbread house?"

"Yes, don't you?"

"I... no... It's not..."

Quaraun was very disturbed by what he saw verses what BeaLuna and the rest of the village saw. While the others saw a gingerbread house, Quaraun saw the ruined remains of an ancient castle, long ago destroyed, and built out of bones. Piles of crumbling grey stones, were littered around the edges. All around the house, where BeaLuna and the others saw trees dripping with lollipops, Quaraun saw monstrous dead oak trees, heavy laden with poison apricots, and dripping with blood. The trees were not trees, but Fae beasts with red eyes and sharp fangs. All around the ruins, grew dead roses and bramble vines, thick with thorns, also oozing blood.

The chocolate stones were the heads and skulls of hundreds of dead Elves, their eyes gouged out. Every bit of the house dripped in fresh blood. The bone structure was lashed together with entrails.

A purplish black miasma mist hovered like a dense fog all around the evil place. Quaraun knew immediately that the mist was toxic and had drugged the others. Powerful dark magic was controlling this strange place that had appeared at the edge of their village. He looked back into the village. The mist was wafting low along the streets, drifting into shops and houses. Everyone was infected.

"He's not a candy maker, he's Necromancer," Quaraun muttered under his breath as he reached out to touch one of the bloody apricots. "Apricots don't grow on oak trees... or bleed Elf blood."

Quaraun quickly withdrew his hand from the apricot. It was cold. Colder then cold. The icy void of death wafted from it.

"It's a Lich's frost."

BeaLuna was still yapping happily on about gingerbread and candy. Several young Elflings from the village were gathered around the gingerbread house, breaking pieces off of it and eating it. Quaraun felt sick. He could see the reality behind the illusion. He knew that what they were eaten, was not gingerbread, and he knew that powerful dark magic was entrancing the villagers.

"Faeries," Quaraun whispered to himself.

"What?" BeaLuna asked.



"Here!" Quaraun pointed to the horrific bloody building, but all BeaLuna saw was gingerbread. Like the others, she too had already eaten a piece of the house and was caught up in the spell.

"It's an illusion. You're all drugged by Fae food."

"You're talking crazy again Quaraun.” 

“Think about it. It's a gingerbread house. It's impossible. You can't build a real house out of gingerbread."

"Quaraun, I hate to disagree with you, but there it is. Big as life. A real live gingerbread house. Here, try some of it?"

"Why are you eating it?"

"Why not?"

"When did it get here?"

"A few weeks ago. It just showed up one night. Kind of just fell out of the sky and landed here. Not long after you arrived actually. In fact, the next day I think."

"And you don't think that's strange? Houses don't fall out of the sky."

"We did at first, but I don't know. It kind of grows on you."

"But it's not real."

"No? Me house is no real, eh? Pray do tell just how me dwelling absolutely no is real," asked a heavily accented Scottish voice behind him. "How does one tell iffy house be real or even no, eh?"

"I'm a wizard," Quaraun said, not looking to see who had spoken. He was too busy staring at the house and trying to determine what type of Faeries could be causing such a strong spell that it had over taken everyone in the village. "I can see through illusions."

"No mony wizards be able to see that which can absolutely no be seen."

"I have the gift of Faerie Sight... that's not a real gingerbread house it's a Faerie glimm..."

"Yis be the Moon Elf's wizard, eh?"

"Yes," Quaraun continued staring at the house. "I'm the only wizard around here. Wizardry is illegal in these parts. If you're not a Guild member they'll hang you or behead you or both. Terribly regulated. My father's the younger brother of the king, it's the only reason they allow it with me. It's the only thing I'm good at."

"Ya like me house?"

"There is no house, it's nothing but..."

Quaraun turned to see a strange looking half-Elf standing incredibly uncomfortably close to him. Had the creature been a little taller, they would have hit noses. The incredible closeness with which the creature had come to him, without his realizing he was there, caught Quaraun off guard. No one was able to get close to him. He picked up on anyone entering his personal space, before they could get within several feet of him.

A feeling of dread ran through Quaraun, as he realized, only an extremely powerful wizard could have broken through his barrier undetected like this. Quaraun took several steps back. He stared at the little creature, trying to see through it's glimmer spell, but the magic around the creature was too strong, and Quaraun saw partly what the creature wanted him to see and partly what he really was.

What Quaraun saw looked like a pure white albino Moon Elf, with massive frizzy clouds of snow white afro dreadlocks, small thin black almond shaped eyes with no colour and no whites, several dozen rows of long pointy piranha-like fangs protruding over his lips, and fearsome razor sharp gleaming black eagle talons 4 inches long on the tip of every finger. He was dressed in a long chocolate brown velvet cassock with tiny red buttons resembling red hot candies, down the front, and white piped trim around the edges. He looked like a tiny snow monster wearing a gingerbread man costume.

"It's worse then Faeries, Hags, and Liches combine," Quaraun muttered to himself. "It's a Phooka."

"I be worse then Fae? What be?" BoomFuzzy asked.

"You're a trickster. I can sense it. I know you."

"If wishes were horses we'd'll ride unicorns."


"Ye wished for a horny horse."

"No I didn't."

"Aye, ya actually did. For ya is a DiJinn un right here I be."

“I did not wish for you.”

“Yis a Di'Jinn. Granting wishes be exactly what ya do.”

"When did I wish for you?"

"Not more then an hour ago. Ye wished for someone to seize yar wee little problem away."

"Did you make a wish, Quaraun?" BeaLuna asked.

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"You're a Di'Jinn, you know better then to go around wishing for stuff. You make wishes happen, but with consequences."

Quaraun ignored the Gnome and addressed the candy making Necromancer.

"I didn't wish for you or that grisly pile of rotted flesh, muscles, and bones."

"Pile of bones. My, my. Exactly how is ya be seeing that?"

"The gingerbread house is not real. It's a pile f bones. A hut made of dead Elves. You're an Elf eating Phooka and I didn't wish for you."

"A wish once granted can'na be undoed," BoomFuzzy warned.

"I didn't wish for you."

"Quaraun, what did you wish for exactly?" BeaLuna asked.

"Among various other t'ings him did wish for ye to close shut ya wee lil trap."


"Does ya remember what exactly ye wished for, me wee little Elf?"

Quaraun, stood very silent. He couldn't remember what he had said.

"What ye precise exact words and phrases were? How ye worded ye wish, that ye now finds yeself granted with?"

Quaraun sighed and shook his head. He remembered what he'd wished for and he knew immediately who this was, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Ah, ya remembers, eh?"

"What?" BeaLuna looked back and forth between Quaraun and the grinning candy maker.

"The soldiers were saying this morning, the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley was seen in the area. I wished he would come here and eat my father and everyone who hurt me."

"You what?"

"I wasn't thinking."

"You never are!" The Gnome yelled. "That's your problem, Quaraun. You don't think. You have a brain, you just refuse to use it."

"I don't have a brain. The JellyFish ate it."

"Quaraun you're nuts! There is no damned JellyFish living in your head!"

"I need to remember to stop making wishes. They keep coming true and I don't mean them too."

"And that brought a nut with a gingerbread house here?"

“It brought a horny horse with gingerbread house here. Him wish were longer more then what him did just done said.”

The candy maker picked the apricot Quaraun had touched. Blood poured from it's wounded branch. As he ate the fruit, blood gushed from it's broken flesh. But only Quaraun saw this. It repulsed him at first, but he'd already taken a bite of the drugged fruit and soon he forgot what he'd seen and ate the rest of it. BeaLuna and the other Elves only saw a fluffy tree heavy laden with pink cotton candy leaves and lollipop fruit.

"Candy?" BoomFuzzy handed Quaraun candy.

"Never take food from Faeries."

"Ya took me apricot."

“Are you a chef?”

“Aye. Food is like making love. Every one delights in intercourse.”

“I don't like sex.” 

“Ha ha! Ya lie. Every one takes pleasure from two things: food and sex. We eat. We fuck. We sleep. We all over again the next day. It what we do.  When I prepare me cuisine, I want to make people feel like they just had great love making session. Food 'n sex. Sex 'n food. It all that matter in life.”

Quaraun looked beyond the village to the valley around it. It was gone. The entire valley, the mountains, the green meadows, they were all gone, replaced by vast forests of mega tall pine trees towering hundreds of feet over the village, and stretching out around the valley or miles of every side.

"Ya can sees me Forest of No Return, I sees, eh? Lovely isn't it?" BoomFuzzy gestured towards the trees. "No one goes in un no one goes out."

"It's a Faerie Forest."


"It wasn't there yesterday."

"Aye. I takes it with me, wherevers I go."


"What?" BeaLuna looked out at the edge of the valley. It was still as it always was. She saw nothing different. "What are you looking at?"

"A vast herd of little black horses. Thousands of them. They've surrounded the entire valley. Evil black, flesh eating Faerie Horse with gleaming silver horns."


"Phookas. We've been surrounded by King Gwallmaiic's Army. The Elf Eater's of Pepper Valley. They're here. They followed me. They followed me all the way from Persia. I saw them in the desert of the Di'Jinn too."

"You're always seeing unicorns Quaraun. They aren't real you know."

Quaraun turned back to BoomFuzzy.

"I didn't wish for you. You followed me here. A herd of evil black Fae horses invaded the Desert of the DiJinn, encircled the temple. That was you and your army. Now you've followed me here. Why?"

"Yis amazingly pretty, wish granting Di'Jinn," the creature said in Quaraun's jewelled ear, as he once again stepped too close for Quaraun's comfort. "Ya wished for the Moon Elves to be killed, ya father to be eaten, and me to be finishing what I started on ya, on the road back there, when we meet up a few days outside of the village. For me pretty lil' Elf, I be more then happy to grant ye all three thems wishes."

Quaraun at 5'6" was the shortest of the male Moon Elves, but the owner of the gingerbread house was several inches shorter then Quaraun, and had to stand on tip-toe to try to talk to Quaraun on an even level. And he did exactly that, but stepped right up onto Quaraun's feet, before doing so. The Faerie was dressed like a wizard, in dark brown chocolate coloured velvet robes, with a cockscomb hat of the same material perched on his head. At a first glance, BoomFuzzy looked like any other Moon Elf, with his pure white skin and hair that made him blend in with the snow. Until that is, one looked at his eyes.

Moon Elves all had pale icy blue eyes. BoomFuzzy's black eyes had no whites and no iris, and were like staring into two black bottomless pits. And his hair. Moon Elves all had stick straight, silken smooth, silvery white hair. But BoomFuzzy had a wild mess of unbrushed frizzy braids and dreadlocks that were stuck full of bones, feathers, beads, ribbons, and twigs.

There was also the issue of his piranha-like fangs, and the huge, fearsomely, sharp black eagle talons which tipped each finger. A Human, a Gnome, or a Dwarf might have mistaken him for an Elf, even other Elves might have passed him off as a half-Elf, but Quaraun was a wizard. A powerful wizard. And he could sense strong magic around this un-Elf. Faerie Glamour. There was no doubt in Quaraun's mind that this was a shape shifting Trickster Fae.

Quaraun pushed the creature off of him and backed away again.


The Phooka in Elf disguise handed Quaraun an apricot.

"I hate Faeries,' Quaraun whispered under his breath.

"Ya liked having one fuck ya."

"Faeries are nothing but trouble."

"Who suggested anything aboot the Faeries?" The tiny Elf-glimmoured Faerie asked.

"You are a Faerie."

Quaraun took the fruit without thinking and took a bite out of it.

"No one else is be t'inking so."

"No one else is Faerie sighted and able to see through Faerie glimmer spells." 

Quaraun turned back to the house and tried to see what the others saw. When he finally saw it, he did have to admit he was intrigued by the gingerbread house. Illusion or not it was quite a spectacular feat to have built it.

"That is an amazing house."

"Yis a beautiful Elf." 

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BoomFuzzy ran his fingers through Quaraun's hair, stopping to rest on the ear that was still healing from the rings having been torn from it. 

"That must hae hurt."

"It did. It still does"

"What happened?"

"A Phooka bit me."

"What a fucking shame."

"What do you do when it rains? A gingerbread house isn't gonna hold out water."

"A moment ago ya did no sees me wee gingerbread shoppie." 

The Faerie moved closer to Quaraun again, this time running his fingers down the Elf's face. 

“Most Elves like candy. Adore sweets. Ye fond of apricots.”

BoomFuzzy handed Quaraun another apricot.

"Does ya ever actually gets much rain up here in the Deep North?"

"Sometimes. Not very often. Snow will be a bigger problem. Snow is heavy, it'll collapse the roof."

"I t'ought ya saids me house was absolutely no real?"

"I did."

"Sos does it not be reasonable to t'ink rain un snow will probably no bothers it, eh?"

"You talk strange."

"Does I? Apricot?" 

The Faerie handed him a third apricot. Quaraun took that as well.

"You do. You talk very strange. What are you?"

"A moment ago ya saids I be a Faerie. Ya also spoke about Phookas and eating ye father. Ya Gnome claims I be a Elf. I is BoomFuzzy."

"You have claws."

BoomFuzzy looked down at his hands.

"Three apricots un ya still sees me claws? Yis a extremely powerful wizard."

"You're not from around here are you?"

"No, I comes from the East."

"BeaLuna said you came from the North. Santa's Village."

"Ah. Aye. I did. I were living there for a wee while with me cousin Krumpas."

"Krumpas is a Phooka."

"Aye. And Santa a Leprechaun, what died un come back as a Lich. But ya asked where I twere from. And I from the East. I grews up on the coast. With the ocean. And salt water taffy. Does ya like candy?" BoomFuzzy handed Quaraun a box of salt water taffy.

"I don't eat Faerie food." Quaraun put his hands behind his back and stepped away from the unElf.

"No? Another apricot then? Who says anything abouts Fae food?"

Quaraun took the fourth apricot.

"You're a Faerie. One must never take food from Faeries."

“Really? Apricot?”

Quaraun took the fifth apricot and kept on talking.

“Faeries drug their food. It's how they get their spells to work. Fae are not as powerful magically as other beings are, so they use drugs to get into people's heads and make them see things that are not there. Faerie chefs are worst then most, especially candy makers. They make their candy out mushrooms and frogs and poppies.”

“I be an Elf.”

“You're a Faerie.”

"Ah, un how does the pretty one arrive at that conclusion?"

"I am Faerie Sighted," Quaraun said once again, feeling oddly dizzy and realizing the miasmic fog was having an effect on him.

"Are ya now?"

"Yes. Fae illusions don't work on me."

"What do ya sees when ya looks at me?"

"What do the others see?"

BoomFuzzy turned to BeaLuna. She was busying breaking off pieces of the gingerbread house and eating it.

"Gnome! Come here! Exactly what does ya see when ya looks at me?"

"What do you mean, what do I see?" BeaLuna was confused by the question.

"Do I looks like a Moon Elf to ya?"

"Yep. Why?"

BoomFuzzy turned back to Quaraun, bringing his face close to the Elf's and stroking his cheek while he spoke, his lips brushing against Quaraun's face. 

"But I does no looks like a Moon Elf to ya?"

"No. You have claws, like an eagle's talons. And fangs. You're a Phooka. A powerful one. Faerie spells usually don't effect me. You're not just a Faerie. You're a sorcerer... and... something else. You're cold. Like a Lich."

BoomFuzzy held up his hand and looked at his fingers. BeaLuna questioned this action, for his short trimmed, well groomed finger nails looked no different then those of any other Moon Elf.

"Does ya still see me claws on me hands?" 

BoomFuzzy ran the tips of his razor sharp claws down Quaraun's face and smiled a wicked, evil grin, as the claws passed over the Elf's throat.

"Yes. They are each several inches long."

"Quaraun, you're mad," BeaLuna scolded. "He doesn't have any claws."

"Yes. He does. Talons, actually. And razor sharp by the feel of them." Quaraun cringed as the claws traced a line down his throat and across his collarbone. "They're made for slicing through flesh. You're an Elf Eater. A monster. You're here to kill us."

"Quaraun, you're crazy," BeaLuna scolded.

"You'll have to excuse him," BeaLuna said to BoomFuzzy. "He's always doing that. Seeing things that aren't there. He's crazy. We try to ignore it and humour him. It's generally best if you just go along with him and pretend to see whatever it is he's seeing."

"Ya often sees things that ain't no there, Pretty One?" BoomFuzzy asked Quaraun as he began kissing the Elf's cheek, while running his claws down the Elf's chest to his belly.

"I... no... I... I'm always seeing things no one else can see. Can you... stop... touching me?"

"Yeah," BeaLuna agreed. "He sees all kinds of stuff. Unicorns and stuff too."

"Unicorns? Really?" BoomFuzzy smiled. "Does ya like unicorns, Pretty Elf? I shall remember that. Oh we can has great fun with Unicorns." 

BoomFuzzy continued tracing a line down Quaraun with his claws, stopping to trace circles around his genitals. This action flustered Quaraun.

"Yes... No... I like the idea of unicorns. Real unicorns are evil. Faerie horses. They kill people with their horns and eat them, prance around with the skulls on their horns like trophies. Unicorns are pretty though... I .... Please stop touching me."

"Ya be saying absolutely no, but body saying most positively yes. Ya like me touching ya."

"No, I don't. Just stop touching me."

"Aye ya does. But ya scared. What is the reason is ya fearful? Ya let me touch ya before. Ya allowed me to sink deep inside ya before. Ya only fought back against when I bit ya. When I drew blood. Yis afraid I would most certainly will eat ya. I will no eats ya, Quaraun. Ya really does no need to fears me. I wants to serve ya not kill ya."

BoomFuzzy continued to fondle Quaraun, and Quaraun make no further protest of the action.

"Ever been fucked by a unicorn?"


"I adores unicorns. They do be a favourite hobby of mine. Eating them. They's pretty darned near as tasty as Elves be."

"You eat Elves?"

"Aye. We was just talking about that. The poppies starting to mess with ya head, aren't they? Yis mind getting loopy. Ain't remembering what we is saying no more is ya? I loves Elves. Especially the aristocratic High Elves. Their pampered, fancy sugary diets of sweets and pastries, all that candy they eats, creates a wonderful buttery fat on their bones. The Christmas Elves are best. Stuffed full of sugar cookies and candy canes. They lack the wild gamy flavor of Wood Elves. Wood Elves for supper and Moon Elves for desert, Christmas Elves served with hot fudge and French vanilla ice cream, with luscious baked menagerie topping. Nothing better."

"But you eat Elves?"

"If ya ever decides ya wants to be fucked by a unicorn, I can arrange for that to happen."

"Why would I want to be fucked by a unicorn?"

"Do ya knows how big a stallion's cock be?"

"I... what?"

Quaraun was trying to concentrate on what BoomFuzzy was saying, but the effects of the drugged apricots were clouding his mind, and the fact that BoomFuzzy had just slipped his hand inside Quaraun's robe and was running is fingers in circular motions on the Elf's belly, was distracting him.

"Of course there be nothing like ramming a unicorn horn up ya wee lil ass."

"You're insane."

"Aye. I is. Haha!

"Yeah, I can tell...

"And I likes unicorns. I would loves to fuck ya with a unicorn's horn."

"I... I..."

"And now I has gone and put dirty images in ya wee lil head. I can sees ya t'inking about what it might feel like to be fucked by a unicorn. Haha! Ya wants to be fucked by a unicorn."

The candy maker slid his hand down between the Elf's legs and had begun fondling Quaraun.

"I do not want to be fucked by a unicorn."

"Ya cock says ya do."

BoomFuzzy took a tight grip of the Elf's erect cock as he said this.

Quaraun gasped. He had not expected BoomFuzzy to do that, nor was he certain he wanted BoomFuzzy to stop doing it. BoomFuzzy let go of Quaraun and turned back to the Gnome.

"Does the Gnome want to be fucked by a unicorn?" BoomFuzzy asked BeaLuna.

"What? No!" BeaLuna looked horrified by the thought. "Why would you ask that?"

"Oh, I asks everybody that. I likes to watch the expressions on theys faces. Ya'd be surprised how mony people actually likes the idea and asks me to find thems a unicorn willing to fuck them. which I can alwaies do. Ooooh! Ya can gets all the sex ye wants from unicorns. watching their faces whiles the unicorn be fucking them, that be even better. Best part of all though be watching their faces, as the unicorn slices their heads off with it's pretty shiny silver horn and then dances in their entrails, squishing blood all over his purple hooves, then skewering their heads on his horn and dancing naked in the moonlight."

"By the gods! You're mad!" BeaLuna stared at BoomFuzzy, uncertain if he was joking or not. "What kind of a mind thinks thoughts like that?"

"What kind of a sick mind gets horny whist listening tos me saysing thoughts like that?"

"No one normal, that's for sure!"

"Well then, ya wee lil Elf friend here, he ain't normal then, because me words be making him horny as heck over here. Haha!"

"Quaraun, we should go," BeaLuna said. "This guy's loony, and your father will be wondering where you got to and I'm gonna ruin my dinner if I eat any more of this house."

“Oh take some house with ya. I has plenty more. So mony Elves round here. Plenty of bones to grind to flour.”

"I... don't really want to leave yet."

"What? Why?"

"I like BoomFuzzy. He's... very strange. Moon Elf or not, he's breath of fresh air, around all these stuffy, stuck up, arrogant Moon Elves who I really don't like living with."

"They lives by the fear that the devil will chop off thems head."

"Elves don't believe in devils."

"Wood Elves do. They believe they be black devils lurking behind every tree waiting to rip out their entrails and suck the blood from their dying carcasses.

BoomFuzzy moved closer to Quaraun once again, and ran his fingers down the Elf's face. 

"Yis such a pretty Elf. I's never seen a Elf as pretty as yis before. I would love to bed with ya."

BoomFuzzy was close enough now that Quaraun could feel the warmth of the candy maker's erection pressing against him.

"I bed with no one."

"Really? Aye. Yis a Di'Jinn. Ya're the Phooka loving, virgin wizard I been looking fors."

"Yeah," BeaLuna said. "He's a virgin. Joined up with some group that believes virginity is power and absolutely refuses to have sex with any one."

"Oh, my! What a fuckingly dreadful life. Dear oh dear oh dear. How does ya stand it?"

"I don't like sex."

"That not what I recall. Has ya ever had sex?"

"No. I'm a virgin. It means I've never had sex."

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"Yeah. Yad t'ink it does doesn't it. Strange lil brain ya got. Ya does no remember much from one day to the next do ya?”

“Quaraun?” BeLuna answered. “He’s absent minded. He’d lose his head if it wasn’t attached.”

“Well now. We don’t want to be losing t’at now do we?”

“He can’t remember things, wicked fierce. Tell him something, 10 minutes later it’s like he never heard you.”

"Ya really can’na remember one dae ta da next, eh?”

“No,” Quaraun said. “Weird short term memory.  I don’t remember a thing I did last week.”

“So ya might not be virgin un ya would na knows it, eh?”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“How come that?”

“There’s a JellyFish living in my head. It ate my brain.”

“Yeeaaah,” BeaLuna said to BoomFuzzy. “About that. He’s kind of crazy. Got drop on his head too many times as a baby.”

“Then the great Quaraun the Insane, really is insane, yes?”

“I don’t like being called insane.”

“What would ya have me call ya then? The village idiot? That suit ye better?”

“Why can’t you just call me Quaraun?”

“Why can’na ya just admit ya like being fucked by horses?”

“I...” Quaraun was caught off guard by that statement and couldn’t think of a responce. 

The half-Elf reached up to take hold of the collar of Quaraun's coat, then made no secret of staring at the Elf's crotch. "Ha, ha. Then how does ya knows iffy ya likes sex or not, when ya can’na remembers iffy yas had it or not? Hmmm?"

"I... I don't know." Quaraun was trying to remember through the clouds of apricots that were fogging his brain. Part of him was remembering the pleasure he'd felt when the Phooka had raped him and part of him was losing all of his memories of everything. BoomFuzzy was looking less Phooka and more Elf and the bloody mansion was looking more sugary and colourful, less bloody, more gingerbready. The big pine trees were melting away into pink fluffy cotton candy. 

"We never gots to see ya up this close before. Itwere sunset when we dids sees ya afore.  Never dreamed ya'd be so pretty. Ya can'na knows ya do not likes something until ya has tried it. Ya should try sex. Ya’d like it."

"But then I wouldn't be a virgin."

"We simply must cure ya of that horrible lifestyle ya has."

"It's not a horrible lifestyle."

"He won't even masturbate," BeaLuna said.


"What? You don’t."

"Will you stop talking about me like that?"


"I don't like it."

"Well it's true."

"Is that true?" BoomFuzzy asked the Elf.

"I... you... Yes... but it's not your concern."

"It's everyone's concern actually," BeaLuna continued. "See the king doesn't have a son, and he's really old. And his younger brother, he's really old too. Neither of them is gonna live much longer. Well, Quaraun here is the king’s brother's only son, so they've decided Quaraun is gonna be the next king, only the king is expected to have a queen, not be a queen, and he's supposed to sire an heir, but Quaraun here refuses to have sex with anyone, even himself, so the whole kingdom is basically in an uproar over trying to get him to fuck with someone so he can find out how much he actually does like sex, even though he thinks he doesn't like sex, but then, he's got this problem, where he's kind of crazy, you know, like how he thinks you have claws, and keeps talking about JellyFish living in his head, so no she-Elf will get near him anyways, because they all think he’s insane, which he is, thus why everyone calls him Quaraun the Insane..."

"I do have a JellyFish living in my head,” Quaraun interrupted her. “And he does have claws. Huge talons. Made for killing and tearing flesh. Fearsome things. You could kill an Elf with a single swipe."

"Ha ha! I could. I do. I does. And that excites ya, Elf." BoomFuzzy's eyes went down to Quaraun's crotch. "Quite a bit. Do ya like being tortured, Elf? In me experience the thought of ripping someone's throat out don't often excite a Elf, but it excites ya. Oh! I likes ya more every time I see ya. But ya still see me claws? Huh? Even after 5 apricots. My. My. Oh dear oh dear. That do be a problem.”

“Do I know you?”

“Not like this ya does no. Ya a Elf with a dirty mind. I could has fun with ya. Oh, I would gladly take up the job of teach ya to like sex. I does not t'ink it would be that hard considering the erection Yis having right now."

BoomFuzzy moved closer to Quaraun, which Quaraun had not thought was possible. The tiny Faerie-Elf, stood on top of Quaraun's feet again then went up on tip-toe, hugging his neck, to try to look Quaraun in the eye. Quaraun gasped as he felt the Faerie-Elf press his groin tight against Quaraun's. 

"I does no tinks it would be very hard to take ya virginity from ya. AGAIN. I could do it right now and ya'd just stand there and not stop me. I would do it right now, except I needs ya to keep it a bit a longer. Got a job for ya. Need a virgin wizard to dos it for me."

“Are you sure I still am?”

“A virgin?”


“Referencing the last time we meet? Apricot?” BoomFuzzy pressed his lips against the Elf's ear to whisper. “That was rape, just because ya liked it, does no make it count. A ya did like it. I knows that.”

Then BoomFuzzy slide his hands down Quaraun's back stopping to grasp a tight grip on his hips, holding the Elf in place while he humped on him like a dog in heat. Quaraun was too flustered to know how to respond. The last thing he had expected was for BoomFuzzy to hump against him like that. BoomFuzzy laughed and let go of Quaraun, then backed away from him.

"Ya has such pretty blue eyes. Ha! ha! Yis in shock over me ain't ya."

"You... your... very bold."

"And ya very pretty."

"What are you?" 

The apricots were having a bigger affect on Quaraun than he wanted to admit. He was starting to realize the Faerie had tricked him into eating it's food and now was fighting to separate the reality of what was with the reality as the Faerie wanted him to see it.

"I a shape shifter. I can be whatevers ya wants me to be. Whatever makes ya horny, I'll be it. Anything that gets me in ya bed, that I'll be."

"You don't act like an Elf."

"Oh... nooooo! Ha ha!! Ya already saids ya thought I is a Faerie. Oh! Does that bother ya? Here. Have ano’her apricot."

Quaraun took the fruit then placed his hand over his ear. The one the Phooka had bitten. The wound was not yet fully healed. Quaraun started telling himself to remember the wound and not get lost in the illusion. He looked around at the Elves who were sitting around on the ground eating pieces of the cake house.

“Apricots.” Quaraun looked down at the fruit in his hand. “What have you done to me?”

“Ya was telling me, something about ne’er taking food from Faeries before. Ha! Ha! Forget that rule of yars? Bragged ya was ever so careful to never eat Fae food. That there in ya. That be apricot number seven.”

“The king rides ahead of his army,” Quaraun whispered to himself. “Takes the form of an Elf, lives in the village, puts them under a trance and then kills them all.”

“Hows that?”

“We meet before.” Quaraun was now trying to keep the real memories alive.


“You're the Elf Eater.”


“And you admit it?”

“No reason not to. Ye the only one in Ivujivik what can save them. They is already eaten me food and yis too pissed at them to save them.”

“Why are you here?”

“Found me an Elf I want to fuck.”

“I'm a wizard of the Di'Jinn order. I fuck no one.”

“Ya deeply enjoyed having me inside ya. Does ya deny that?”

“No, but it won't happen again.”

“No? ha ha! We'll see about that.”


The rest of this novel can be read here.

Volume 3: BoomFuzzy

Three Hundred years before Quaraun meet Unicorn in The Night of The Screaming Unicorn, he meet another Phooka, the same Phooka in another form, when an Elf eating candy-maker arrives in the Moon Elf Village and puts every one under a spell so that no one notices as villagers are one by one disappearing.

Young wizard Quaraun sees through the illusion, but instead of stopping it, helps the monster pick who to kill, and builds 13 phylacteries for the most infamous Lich making spell any wizard ever cast: the one that created the Thirteen Lich Lords, in the process falling in love with the leader of the Lich Lords, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley himself.

Life is going good for the young wizard, until his best friend BeaLuna the Gnome alerts his father that there's more going on in the gingerbread house the making candy, and a mob of Moon Elves sets out to kill Quaraun in a public execution.

Enranged by the near murder of his lover, the illusions melt away revealing the Lich Lord and his innocent looking gingerbread house for the monsters they really are.

With the Twighlight Manor now threatening to eat every Elf in the village, the Moon Elves plot to destroy the suicidal Elf Eater and his sentient house, not realizing that worse things walked among then then Phooka's and Liches: a Thullid has taken up residence in the Pink Necromancer's head, remaining peacefully dormant until BoomFuzzy's death unleash's it's fury on them all.


Another of the stories banned by in 2012, this one contains three controversial scenes:

The torture scene when Quaraun receives his sex altering injury.

The graphically detailed suicide of BoomFuzzy 

The bloody murder of Quaraun's four children.

By far the bloodiest story of the series, this novel contains disturbing details of death, abuse, torture, suicide, and murder and is considered to be Gorn.

As you follow the series along, you find that Unicorn's obsession with Quaraun reaches a point where Quaraun gives up and simply allows himself to be sexually abused, daily, for years on end, by the Unicorn, because he's realized he can't get away from the extremely obsessive creature that follows him every where he goes.

One of the most disturbing scenes of the entire series is in volume 3, BoomFuzzy, when it is revealed, just how long the Unicorn's obsession has been going on. While most of the series takes place when Quaraun is an adult and is actually quite old, the novel, BoomFuzzy, is a flashback, that takes place when Quaraun was a child. 

As a young boy, about 9 years old, Quaraun finds an injured pony, badly abused, shackled in chains, and locked in a cage. Not realizing the little innocent looking Shetland Pony, is actually a Phooka (a type of evil Faerie Horse), he sets it free. Phookas a viscous black unicorns, fire breathing monsters who skewer people on their horns, and take delight in crushing people to death under their hooves. There is no such thing as a good Phooka, and they are killed on sight whenever they are found. That the boy let him go free, puzzled the demonic beast.

The boy went back to his life. The Phooka followed him. From that point on, Quaraun could not escape the black Unicorn that followed his every move.

When Quaraun was age of 15, the Black Unicorn took on a humanoid form, that of a candy maker named BoomFuzzy, and set up shop in Quaraun's village. Luring children to his gingerbread house, the beast set out to killing and eating every one who got near his candy shop... except for Quaraun.

Quaraun was small, sick, and liked wearing dresses, resulting in his being bullied by the other boys in the village. When one day the bullying got out of hand and Quaraun was nearly killed, the Unicorn swept in and slaughtered the bullies, saving Quaraun's life, then taking the injurged boy back to the gingerbread house.

From there the BoomFuzzy story took a darker turn, as the young boy now finds himself, both well care for by a loving protector, and sexually abused by an obsessed stalker. The duel nature of BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, both comforts and terrifies Quaraun, as he finds himself safe and protected, while simultaneously abused and kept under strict control.

The rest of the BoomFuzzy novel becomes a self battle, with Quaraun, both loving and hating the Unicorn that both protects and hurts him.

At it's core, BoomFuzzy is a novel that takes a dark look into the effects of child abuse, sex slavery, and the confusion caused by being a child who is both loved and victimized by a psychopathic adult.

Quaraun remains with BoomFuzzy for 30 years, with their relationship rocky, as Quaraun finds himself wanting freedom to choose to love someone of his own choosing, and at the same time his not wanting to hurt the beast that truly does love him, but is incapable of showing that love in none abusive ways.

After 30 years, Quaraun leaves. He finally escapes the monster that held him captive and sexually abused him for 30 years. A few weeks later Quaraun marries his first wife. And the next day, BoomFuzzy kills himself.

Quaraun finds the body of the dead Unicorn 3 days later and is devastated, realizing that had he not married, BoomFuzzy would not have commit suicide.

The theme of Stockholm Syndrome pushes front and center into the series from that point on, with Quaraun torn between the guilt of having caused BoomFuzzy's death, and the wife he can not look at because without her, BoomFuzzy would still be alive.

The wife, seeing that her husband cares more for his childhood captive than he had let on, takes to bullying Quaraun, belittling BoomFuzzy's memory at every turn. Quaraun grows to hate his wife. The more his wife, puts down BoomFuzzy's memory, the more defensive Quaraun becomes in protecting BoomFuzzy's honor and denying that BoomFuzzy had spent years sexually abusing him.

As the years go on, Quaraun starts to forget he was BoomFuzzy's victim, he forgets that BoomFuzzy was a child rapist, he forgets that he had spent those years wanting freedom from his captive. His memories become warped and he starts to think of BoomFuzzy as a past lover. On the anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death, Quaraun's wife writes a nursery-rhyme song, belittling BoomFuzzy, and teaches it too their 4 children. Unable to take the constant belittling from his wife anymore, in a fit of rage, Quaraun lashes out at her and murders both his wife and their 4 children. 

Horrified by what he's done, Quaraun flees into the mountains, not to be seen again for decades. When he does return to civilization, he's completly lost touch with reality, thus people begin to call him "Quaraun the Insane". When questioned as to why he killed his family, the only answer he gives anyone is: "I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more."

When the law tries to arrest him, he tries to escape and accidentally kills them too. Terrified, he flees again, now wanted for for multiple murders. Scared of his own temper, now afraid to be near anyone for fear he'll kill them, Quaraun becomes a wandering hermit, living on the run, never staying in any one place more then a day or two.

Several times his timing is bad and he arrives in towns, just as someone has been killed. Knowing he killed his family and the men who tried to arrest him, villagers are quick to blame him for any and every death, and soon reports calling him a serial killer are being spread across the entire country.

Chapter 1: King Gwallmaiic & The Sacred Pink JellyFish

The Gingerbread House From Hell (Part of Chapter 2)

Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole

The Hanging Tree

The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion

BoomFuzzy's Death

An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer

"I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more..."

Responding To a Reader Response To
"The Hanging Tree" scene from BoomFuzzy...

If you are unfamiliar with "The Hanging Tree" it is the original short story from which the entire BoomFuzzy novel was based upon.

It is also one of the single most graphic, grizzly, bloody, gory scenes of the entire Quaraun series.

And it is the scene that got the series banned off

In the short story called "The Hanging Tree" what happens is this:

Quaraun comes from a culture that outlaws same sex couples and is hiding that fact that he has a male lover. When he is accused of bedding with other males, he does not deny it and openly admits to having sex with other men, not realizing that this will incit his accusers into an angry mob, that next strips him naked, drags him to the center of town and publically tortures him, with most of the village coming forward to join in. They next hang him upside down in a tree in the town square, and continue to torture him.

The infamous highly detail, incredibly grizzly scene that got the series banned off followed, as one Elf, pulled out a knife and forces it up into Quaraun's penis, then rippe the knife in a backward motion, slicing Quaraun's penis completely in half, leaving behind a scar known as "a sub penal incision". Following this Elf's example, other villagers slash Quaraun's belly, thighs, and groin with knives, leaving him horribly scarred for life. When they finished torturing him, Quaraun is left for dead, his bloody remains used as bait to capture The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.

Unknown to the Elves however is the fact that it was the Elf Eater himself who is Quaraun's lover, and upon discovering what the Elves did to Quaraun, the Elf Eater slaughtered the Moon Elves, then takes Quaraun and spends the next several months nursing the dying Elf back to health. Quaraun eventually recovered, but he is left with a crippled leg, severe PTSD, rampant phobias that cripple his ability to function in society, and the horrific scars that he often bemoans.

This entire story is just under 3,000 words long. And it shows a horrify look at bigotry, bullying, and herd mentality of a mob joining a bully and nearly killing a gay man.

This is one of the very early stories in the series, which happens when Quaraun is very young, still a teenager. This story is the foundation base point that the other stories reference back to and you see flashbacks of it, glimpse to it, and the horrific night terrors caused by it, in nearly every volume of the Quaraun series.

In dozens of stories written after this, readers see Quaraun's life as it goes into a downward spiral of depression and mental illness, as he turns first to drugs, then to drinking, then to cutting, and eventually to multiple suicide attempts.

Today, here is what one person had to say about this scene, and what follows is my response... Enjoy!

Personally, as a bisexual person, I'm tired of seeing queer people only portrayed as villains, the token friend or victims of hate crimes.

~January 30, 2018

please come to Maine and tell the 140+ LGBTQA+ citizens of Old Orchard Beach this. I'm sure they would love to hear that you think "the queers" are NOT victims of hate crimes.

Since 2001:

40+ of them (myself included) have had their houses blown up by bombs

80+ of them have had their houses run over by backhoes (I've had to build 5 houses on my land in the past 12 years)

500+ pets, cats, dogs, and horses have been beheaded, their nailed to the doors of their LGBTQA+ owners (this has happened to me personally 13 times)

my cousin, he'd love to hear your sentiments... unfortunately, he was one of the 4 gay men whom were beheaded by the Ku Klux Klan in 2013

I used to be able to walk, but, you know as I was putting groceries in my car in WalMart parking lot when 2 gay haters decided to beat me up with a shopping cart (July 2016) I was paralyzed, they ruptured 3 discs in my spine; I'm crippled the rest of my life

you could come visit me and I can introduce you to the 8 foot tall KKK cross in my yard

2010 Portland Shaws (supermarket): an 80 year old black gay man was beaten to death while putting groceries in his car, while more the 40 shoppers cheered the attacker... his head was hit so many times by the shopping cart that by the time the police arrived, there was nothing left of his head, skull, or brain but a pool of jellied goo on the ground

April 2015, someone decided to fill my motorhome, you know the one that says "Transgender Awareness Tour Bus" on the side of it... they filled it with several thousand gallons of raw sewage/feces

August 2015 - public beheading of a transgender woman took place in the ice cream department of a local grocery store: Saco Shaws

Rotary Park, Biddeford, right next door, until 2 summers ago had the Guiness World Record for a very tall flag pole; they took the flag pole down because, they got tired of every weekend cutting down the gay men who were stripped naked and hanging by their balls from the top of the flag pole

THIS by the way, is the very real life event that inspired The Hanging Tree scene.

The first time this event happened... the gay man, was a 15 year old boy who was only SUSPECTED of being gay, because he wore a pink suit to a dance at school. Old Orchard Beach High School. The boy was striped naked, his ankels tied to the back bumper of a Old Orchard Beach Police Car, and then dragged the entire 14 mile drive, to the flagpole at Rotary Park in Biddeford, Maine. Because it happened at night, at a dance, no one noticed him missing at first... Because it was February, the month of the year, when our temperature plummet to -40F. He nearly froze to death. And with the park closed for winter, there was no one around to find him. He hung there, upside down, tied to a flag pole, hanging from the rope by his balls, for FIVE days.

That's the type of "jokes" the Old Orchard Beach police - grown men in the 40s and 50s, play on 5 year old CHILDREN, if the suspect the child might possibly be gay.

At night the Ku Klux Klan stands in the driveway of LGBTQA+ residents and shoots rifles fire at them.

January 4, 2016: 140+ LGBTQA+ families were marched out of their homes AT GUN POINT by police, when The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall issued a court order declaring it illegal to own property/houses if you were LGBTQA+

January 4, 2016: 140+ LGBTQA+ families were marched out of their homes AT GUNPOINT by police, when The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall issued a court order declaring it illegal to own property/houses if you were LGBTQA+

It took us 9 months and taking the case to Superior Court, but on October 21, 2016 Superior Court overruled the town's original court order as grounds of being "a gross violation of civil rights being committed by the United States Government".... for 9 months 140+ LGBTQA+ families were homeless and living in their cars while the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach court battle went on

November 9, 2017, 3 months ago - while eating at Biddeford, McDonald's, a the manager and 5 employees, spiked my gay brother's food with so much LSD. Molly, and Meth that he went into a coma seconds after taking a bite of his meal, he remained in a coma for 5 days and nearly died; the FBI agent in charge of the attempted murder of my brother knows who did it because the whole thing was recorded on one of the restaurant's security cameras

Personally, as a bisexual person, I'm tired of seeing queer people only portrayed as villains, the token friend or victims of hate crimes.

Glad to see you are comfortable using the hate slur queer on yourself; I suppose you must use it the same way black men use niggar on themselves right? Trying to reclaim that vile, hate filled word? Are you REALLY bi or are you just saying that to sound cool? You clearly have no issues tossing the word queer around which makes me question the validity of your claim to be a part of the LGBTQA+ community.

A REAL gay person knows queer is to gay what niggar is to black; wannabes let their TRUE colours fly when they use hate terms like queer to describe themselves. Nothing brands a straight person trying to fit in faster then how they use the word queer.

You are clueless to what REAL LGBTQA+ people live with everyday of our lives if you think the hate crimes against us are a trope and using the word queer is anything close to acceptable.

I dare you to come to Maine and tell any one you are bisexual... the Ku Klux Klan will be on you in less than 24 hours

Welcome to Maine

Most of the hate crimes against the gay characters of the Quaraun series are based off the real world hate crimes against gay men happening here in Old Orchard Beach on a DAILY basis.

If you are so fed up with LGBTQA+ people being victims of hate crimes, then why don't you prove it by getting off you ass, coming up here to Maine and doing something to stop the hate crimes going on right now?

Interview With EelKat
On Writing The Quaraun Series

Old Orchard Beach's Nudey Shirts, Drug Dealers, Gangs, and Ivory Billed Woodpeckers -
Interview With EelKat About
The Real Life Town That Inspired
The Monster Porn Yaoi Novel "BoomFuzzy"
April 2 2016 Part 1 of 6

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The Quaraun Series On Amazon:

I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.


Author Interviews
On Writing The Quaraun Series:

  1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

Author Interviews
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Author Interviews
Reacting To Old Orchard Beach's
White Power Gay Hating Over Reaction Ban
Of The Quaraun Series:

  1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.

Phrases he yells from the truck include:

"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"

"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"

if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"

He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"

My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autism - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalized several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.

After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here: and here:

This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.

As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.

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Eye of the GrigoriIf you ever made fun of or had any part in the destruction of my farm, and the illegal selling of half of my land to Colliard, you shall lose your land.
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eelkats_house_before_after.jpgIf you ever made fun of or had any part in the backhoe driving over my house, you shall lose your house.
home again the return of the goldeneagle dodge 330If you ever made fun of or had any part in my car being cut in half, you shall lose your car.
volvo-art-car-eelkat-Dazzling-Razzbury-3-artist-wendy-c-allen-painting3.pngIf you ever made fun of or had any part in my becoming crippled, you shall lose your health.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death. If you haven't got a child to lose, it will be a brother or sister or parents or spouse or whomever you love the most, and that you should know it was this curse which you brought upon yourself that killed them, they will die on exactly the 7 year anniversary of the very first time, you mocked the death of my child.

Evil men go out of their way to try to drive a person to suicide.

Are you an evil man?

Are you sure you're not?

How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?

Next time you go to do a mean thing to a fellow human, stop and really think about the consequences of your actions.

Did you ever notice how every one has a story to tell about me, yet not one of them ever speaks the truth?

What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?

Did you know...

October 16, 2006, bomb blew up my house because of YOUR lies.

August 8, 2013, the house which replaced the one the bomb blew up, was driven over by a backhoe.

November 14, 2013, my 8 month old infant son was murdered because of your lies.

November 14, 2013, I was beaten up, paralized for 5 months, spent 18 weeks relearning to walk, I'm now crippled for the rest of my life, because of YOUR lies.

Are you proud of what you have done?

Enjoy your eternity in Hell. You earned it. You've certainly worked hard for it.


If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322