Yes, this is the page about "The World's Most Haunted Car", "The REAL Christine", but before we talk about the car... let's talk about something else:

For anyone who forgot who I am and why I am fucking sick of you jackass Stephen King fans bothering me:

Old Orchard Beach, Maine's Dark Fantasy author: 138 novels, 423 novellas, & 2k+ short stories published since 1978. 💗 50th anniversary of 1st book is in 2028!

I am The REAL Gypsy whom Stephen King based his fictional "Gypsy witch" in Thinner off of, and the owner of The World's Most Haunted Car, which Stephen King based "Christine" off of (I am the real life Christine whom he named the car after).

The opening scenes of The Thinner movie were filmed on my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

He was my family's neighbour decades ago, before he was a published author and he and my mother worked at the same laundromat (White Star Laundry in Biddeford, off Birch Street).

My mother was a chamber maid for motels in Old Orchard Beach, the woman who owned the motel used to steal the tips the guests left for the chamber maids, and my mother was part of the protests against the motel owner, Stephen King was a part of those protests as well, he was the mangler who pressed the linens while my mother was the chamber maid who took down the beds and delivered the linens to White Star Laundry in Biddeford. That is how my family, us Gypsies were connected to Stephen King before he became a published writer. Our clan, we were the laundry Gypsy clan that was the chamber maid services used by the Old Orchard Beach hotels in the 1950s to 1980s.

Half the stuff you people are asking about, not only happened before I was even born, heck, half of it happened before my MOTHER was even born! 

So I don't even know why you are coming to me asking me all these Stephen King related questions to begin with. You need to go ask the clan members who actually knew him, and that's the Gypsies who were born in the 1940s and 1950s - THEY are the ones who knew Stephen King, not us younger generation.

That homeless world war 2 vet whom you all call "The Amphibious Alien"; that stuff you are asking about happened in 1953 - almost THIRTY YEARS before I was born! And it was my Uncle Bruce who called him that and harassed him for decades. 

The stuff with the haunted washing machine, that my mother's older sister Dawnie, and it happened in the 1950s. And it was proven to be her brother Bruce, who took a wheel off the machine to make it roll around the house and scare her, the washing machine wasn't haunted. 

The stuff you are asking about with the haunted car - that was my mother's older brother Bruce, same Bruce, again, throwing his 2 year old sister off the train bridge at Common St in Saco - the car accident you are referencing happened in 1968 - a decade before I was born! And yes, my father hunted down and bought that car, and I later bought it from him, and I still own it, and in the almost 50 years I've owned it's never done one remotely haunted thing, it's not haunted!

The stuff with the haunted laundromat, that my mother and a group of chamber maids from White Star laundry in Biddeford at a motel in Old Orchard Beach, and it happened in the 1973, TWO YEARS before I was born. And again, it was proven to be my uncle Bruce, yet again, this time sawing copper pipes off the motels cause the so called "hauntes" which turned out went away when the plumbing pipes were replaced.

Yes, I'm the so called "Gypsy witch", a title given to me by a Mormon bishop when I was 4 years old; The mute Autistic savant girl that everyone calls a Gypsy witch and claims I send lightening bolts to burn down their house; yes, that's me, but the Bishop who claimed I used Demon curses to send lightening bolts to burn down his house - he got arrested for fraud in 1991 and was straight jacketed in Pine Land Center Mental Institute, after he started claiming the judge was putting curses on him too. And guess what, that again, was my uncle Bruce, it was his bishop, and the police found out Bruce had been terrorizing the bishop's family.

EVERYTHING was my uncle Bruce - who in 1997 - was in California, following Comet HalePop on a KoolAid trip to Heaven's Gate!

ALL of it was my Uncle Bruce and ALL of it was proven to be hoaxes staged by my uncle Bruce. And MOST of it happened decades before I was even born!

And in 2015 the Saco police arrested my uncle Bruce, and he spent the last 4 years of his life in a mental institute in Saco, under 24 hour police guard, until he died in 2019.

There are no ghosts.

There are no demons.

There are no witches.

There are no aliens.

There are no haunted cars.

There are no haunted washing machines.

There was just one man, with a serious mental disorder, and a lot of idiots who believed his craziness. And one author who was friends with him, writing it all down and publishing it.

That's all it was.

And if you people could take your heads out of conspiracy theories long enough, you could see the facts for what they were.

I was born in 1975 - so, 90% of the stuff you people ask me about Stephen King, I wasn't even born yet when that stuff happened! I don't understand why you people come to me with your questions.

The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330


Answering FAQs:

No. I have never met Stephen King, or if I have I was too young to remember it. I was only 4 years old at the time that stuff happened, and I am a mute/non-verbal Autistic savant.

No. I have never read a Stephen King book, I am not a fan of Horror. So, no, I don't have a favorite book by him. Why would I?

No. I have never seen a Stephen King movie, not even the 2 all his fans keep telling me that I was in. Again, I am not a fan of Horror. So, no, I don't have a favorite movie by him. Again, why would I?

You people coming to me and asking me questions about Stephen King, is just as stupids as if I came to you and asked you to tell me the first hand experience your great grandfather had in the American Civil War - I mean you MUST know what your great grandpappy did in the Civil War, RIGHT, he's YOUR grandpappy? Can you really not see how stupid that logic is?

I know nothing about Stephen King and I am sick and tired of having to say that over and over and over again. Just because some relative of mine knew Stephen King 20 years before I was even born, doesn't mean I know anything about Stephen King! Be reasonable! 

No. I have no interest in Stephen King nor do I know anything about him. As I stated before, I was only 4 years old when that stuff happened.

Yes. I am very upset by the fact that when my son was murdered November 14, 2013, there was NOTHING about his murder in the news, and the ONLY questions the news reporters asked when they showed up were "OMG! It's YOOOOOU! What was it like being in a Stephen King movie?"

My son was murdered, I have no interest in Stephen King, I was not in any of his movies willingly. I don't care that you are a Stephen King fan, as I am too busy trying to find my son's murderer.

If you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at his office 1 Middle Street, 4th floor, Portland, Maine.

He is the agent in charge of the murder investigation.

South Portland Police, Biddeford Police, Old Orchard Beach Police, and the Maine State Police are all also working on the case, you can give any info to them as well.

Do you realize that in 2010, when I first asked for help online, in regards to the death threats being sent by a username “Kendra Silvermander” via the NaNoWriMo direct messaging system, that: my son had not yet been murdered, a backhoe had not yet driven over my house, and I was not yet crippled by a deranged woman wielding a golf club?Just a thought I had.


Do you realize that in April 2010, during a writing contest called Script Frenzy, when I first asked for help online, in regards to the death threats being sent by a username “Kendra Silvermander” via the NaNoWriMo direct messaging system, that:

* my son had not yet been murdered

* a backhoe had not yet driven over my house

* I was not yet crippled by a deranged woman wielding a golf club

* my car had not yet been cut in half (that happened May 10, 2010, days after I first asked for help)

* alien abduction rumors did not yet exist

* Stephen King fans were not yet flocking to my yard

* No one was slandering my reputation by calling me an Erotica author (I’m a Mormon/LDS children’s author)

* no one accused my straight characters of being gay

* no one slandered me, a cis-female, by calling me transgender

ALL of those things, were caused/done/started, by that one stalker.

If you have any information about my son’s murder, or ANYONE who might be spreading these defamatory, slanderous rumours about me, either online or offline, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at his office 1 Middle Street, 4th floor, Portland, Maine

If you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at…
If you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at his…medium.com

If you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at his office 1 Middle Street, 4th floor, Portland, Maine

I’m tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass Stephen King questions! Stop harassing me! The Stephen King rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don’t make videos about Stephen King! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I’m tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass gay hating agendas! Stop harassing me! The gay Erotica rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don’t make videos about gay rights! I didn’t even know what the word gay ment before the police told me in 2015! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I’m tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass haunted car questions! Stop harassing me! The Golden Eagle is a Merman character from my books, it’s NOT the name of my car! My car is not haunted! The Goldeneagle rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don’t make videos about my car! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I’m tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass amphibious aliens questions! Stop harassing me! The rumors that my homeless veteran friend is an alien were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don’t make videos about my friend, nor about aliens or demons or cryptids or whatever other stupid thing you are calling him! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I’m tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass witch accusations! I’m a Mormon! I’m not a witch! Stop harassing me! The rumors that my being a witch were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I am the real life Gypsy "witch" whom was Stephen King's neighbour in the 1970s, and whom he based his Thinner book/movie witch off of. While the spell casting he used in the book/movie are fictional made up by him, they were based off the real world Voodoo & Hoodoo spell casting passed down through my family for many centuries. My being the real Gypsy witch whom inspired his fictional one, is WHY the opening scenes of the Thinner movie were filmed on my farm.

But you know wht?

I ONLY found out in 2013, BECAUSE MY SON WAS MURDERED AND THE NEWS REPORTERS WERE TOO BUSY ASKING STEPHEN KING QUESTIONS TO FOCUS ON MY SON'S DEATH!

Had my son not been murdered in 2013, I NEVER WOULD HAVE KNOWN I had any connection to Stephen King at all, because I had never even been told about it prior to my son's murder.

I'm the autistic mute child named Christine, whom locals called a witch when I was only 4 years old.

Yes, he made the "witch" in the movie be an elderly woman, but the REAL "witch" was a 4 year old mute autistic savant: me.

I have Kanner’s Syndrome (the type of Autism aka Low Functioning Autistic Savant, seen in the…

YOU FUCKING STEPHEN KING JACKASSES HAVE BEEN HARASSING ME SINCE I WAS A FUCKING 4-YEAR-OLD-TODDLER!

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

I DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS!

THERE HAS NOT BEEN ONE MOMENT OF MY ENTIRE LIFE WHERE YOU FUCKING BASTARDS HAVE NOT INVADED MY PRIVACY!

And THIS is what our REAL Gypsy spellcasting looks like:

veeveeVeevee of Papa Damballah Wedo, Ayida-Weddo, Papa Legba, Santa Muerte, Erzuli, Agwé, and Baron Samedi.

A curse upon anyone who has ever made fun of my son's murder. 

A curse on any one who mocks the pain and suffering of my decade long struggle to relearn to walk.

May you feel my pain, may you feel my suffering, may you know the agony of losing a child, may you know the struggles of debilitating health.

By every word you speak in mockery of my son's murder, may every breath you utter in jest of my health, may your own word come back upon you. By your own words, shall you suffer. Let the words you have spoken against me and my son, now manifest upon you and your own child.

May your own words mirror back upon yourself and be a karmah curse upon you.

So let it be written, so let it be done, by the Demons below, and the Angels above. 

If you are inside the sacred circle you are protected. A circle of holy blessed salt surrounds the protected. Goofer dust blocks Watchers from entering the doors. The Sigils of the Bible, used by Moses to summon the avenging archangels of the the passover of Egypt, block the path of The Grigori.

By the instructions of the Old Testament Bible, the Grigori Watchers, the avenging archangels of the almighty One God, have been summoned.

The people of this town, claim to be Catholic, let's see how Catholic they REALLY are. If you really were a good devout Catholic, you can read the vee vee, the language of the God of Moses, as it written in the Bible.

By the Holy Blood of Christ, we Gypsies summon The Grigori Angels.

The Almighty One God of Moses, Lord of All Creation.

So, little do local self-proclaimed Catholics, know of their religion, that they call my Catholic Chapel Veils "hijab", accuse me, a nun of the Catholic religion, to be Muslim. They know not the Saints or the Loa, or the sigils which summon them.

And yet they come to my yard, proclaiming to be "Christians" while they spew bitter hate from their lips. They call my quoting of the Bible "witchcraft" because they do not know their Bible, and do not recognize either the word of Christ or Moses.

All your vandalism, violence, slander, gossip, and words of hate, that you spew the the Holy name of God and Christ! Do you really think, he blesses you for the harm you cause?

My son is dead, murdered by the hands of so-called Christians, who mistook me, and 8 month pregnant female for being what they called "a transvestite". While even more so-called Christians, now 10 years later show up to mock my son's death.

I am crippled for the rest of my life, my spine severed by the same golf club that murdered my son. Crippled, because you do-goody "Christians" thought you were killing a gay man, when you attacked me, an 8 months pregnant female!

You so called "Christians" drove a backhoe over my house, because you said you had to drive the "gays" out of "The Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach". Old Orchard Beach is NOT "family friendly" so long as "family friendly" means driving backhoes over houses, breaking spines, and murdering infants in the name of Jesus!

You people who come here screaming "What would Jesus do?"

He'd tell you to go look in the mirror, look at your own vile monstrosities that you do in HIS name!

I've spent the last decade relearning to walk. Bedridden for ten years, and now that I can walk enough to start going outside again, what do you do? You stalk me. You follow me to hiking trails, and throw rocks at me, calling me a witch and child of Satan... when it is YOUY who are doing Satan's work!

YOU = do Satan's work when you murder children!

YOU = do Satan's work when you make fun of murdered children!


It is YOU who is evil!

It is YOU who does the will of Satan.

And you hide behind Christ's holy name, spewing your wickedness in HIS name!

It is YOU who will burn in the eternal pits of Hell.

But the thing is:

I'm not the one who believes in witches: YOU are.

I'm not the one who believes in ghosts: YOU are.

I'm not the one who believes in spells or curses: YOU are.

I'm not the one who believes in demons: YOU are.

I'm not the one who believes in aliens: YOU are.

I do not believe in witches or ghosts or spells or curses or demons or aliens.

In fact, I think you have to have something seriously mentally wrong with you, to believe in witches or ghosts or spells or curses or demons or aliens.

But then again, I think you have to have something seriously mentally wrong with you, when you see nothing wrong with showing up in my yard.

That's called stalking.

YOU are a stalker.

Normal, sane, people do not show stand in someones driveway and rave and rant about witches or ghosts or spells or curses or demons or aliens. Normal, sane, people do NOT do things like that.

And YOU are making a VERY big fool of yourself, standing in my driveway, trespassing on private property, being a stalker... and... also... you're doing it on camera, so, a LOT of people all over the world are watching you do it too.

Did you know, it is not yet the 10 year anniversary of the April 10, 2015 Ku Klux Klan attack on 146 Portland Ave, and 68 of the 74 people who commited that atrocity are already dead?

14 of them being Old Orchard Beach Police officers each of whom commit suicide, AND killed their wives and children... making the death tolls well over 100 people involved in my son's murder, are now dead, BEFORE the 10th anniversary.

Can you bastards see how much fucking death you have caused, because you can't get your fucking screaming fanboy heads out of Stephen King's ass!

Those people are dead because of YOU!

YOU fucking Stephen King fans, and your complete and total inability to tell the difference between fiction and reality!

You act like the fucking Thinner movie is real facts. 

The Thinner movie is FICTION!

Just last night -June 10, 2024- there were more of you idiots here. Chanting "I rebuke thee in the name of the Lord!"

What the fuck is wrong with you!

Why are you so damned fucking retarded!

The Thinner movie is FICTION!

The Christine movie is FICTION!

We Gypsies are HUMANS!

My cars are not haunted!

Yet you call us Demons and Witches and show up in my yard and babble on about needing to put an end to our curses!

All because YOU watched the Thinner movie and are too damned fucking retarded to know that The Thinner movie is FICTION!



Calling me a “witch” — that is YOU HARASSING ME!

I am a Mormon.

When I am walking my dog in Rotary Park, a difficult task as I am still relearning to walk, I do not appreciate you throwing rocks at us and screaming “witch”.

Your stupid ass "witch" rumours, come from that fact that Stephen King is a bigoted, ableist, racist pig, who thought it was funny to make fun of a 4-year-old retarded mute Gypsy girl (me) by calling her a witch, and writing hateful books and movies about her to make fun of her race and her disability.

You dip shits all ought to be ashamed of yourselves!


If you came here because you are a fucking Stephen King fan, then fuck the hell back out of here!

I've had it with you fucking jackasses!

My family is dead because of you dipshits!

I'm crippled for the rest of my life!

And it was you fucking jackass Gypsy hating Stephen King fans paid that fucking backhoe driver $600 to drive a backhoe over my house!

All because of something that happened when I was FOUR YEARS OLD and I don't even remember it happening!

No! I've never read a Stephen King book, so I do not have a favourite!

No! I've never seen a Stephen King movie, not even the ones I'm in! 

No! I was not paid any money to be in a Stephen King movie, no, my parents weren't either.

Why? Because the film crew was trespassing in our yard, filming us without permission, without permits, without contracts, illegally doing a thing called "guerilla filming".

Me, my parents, my brothers, my uncles, my cousins, and nearly 200 other relatives are ALL in the Thinner movie, WITHOUT PERMISSION!

And most of us, only found out we were in the movie THIRTY YEARS after it was released!

As for you fucking Stephen King fans: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!

Haunted cars are not real!

Witches are not real!

Demons are not real!

Go get psychiatric help!

You fucking need it!

This is MY website NOT Stephen King's website. If you want to know about Stephen King, go to HIS fucking website and ask HIM. I have nothing to do with him. I never even heard of him, before you fucking jackasses showed up in my yard to steal branches off my trees and chrome off my car, while screaming that Stephen King sent you over here!

No! I do not care how many late night TV shows Stephen King went on giving out my home address and telling his fans to come trespass on my land because he thinks doxxing us Gypsies on national TV is just as funny as illegally filming movies on our farm and illegally slandering us in his books.

I want nothing to do with that fucking dick head bastard or his shit head fans.

I am sick of you bastards disrupting my life, vandalising my property, killing my pets/cutting their heads off/handing them from rope nooses in my trees, driving a back hoe over my house, murdering my son, crippling me... for what? What the fuck is wrong with you jackasses?

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NO! Us being Gypsies doesn't give your white asses the right to do these things!

No! Your claim that Stephen King TOLD YOU TO DO IT, also doesn't give you the right to do it!

NO! I don't care how many tv show interviews Stephen King did giving MY HOME ADDRESS out on national television, that STILL doesn't give you to right to show up here in my yard!

No! Witches are not real - learn to tell the difference between fiction and reality!

No! haunted cars do not exist! Get your head out of fiction and start paying attention to the real world world for a change!

No! spell casting and curses are not real, stop being a fucking fantasy prone retard and learn the difference between what is real and what's not!

Stay out of my yard, get away from my cars, stop trespassing on my farm, leave my family alone... 

GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES!


I don't even know who any of these people are!

That's all people my parents knew back in the 1960s before I was even born!

Why are you asking me?

Go ask my parents. They know those people, not me, I wasn't even born yet!

And that was 50 years ago.. I still got a few years before I even turn 50 years old yet... do you people even realize how young I am?

THAT STUFF HAPPENED BEFORE I WAS BORN!

But I do not understand all these questions you people keep asking me about all this stuff.

I mean why are you asking ME?

I was n't even born yet when that stuff that happened, I have no memory of any of it, BECAUSE I WASN'T EVEN FUCKING BORN YET!.

All the stephen King stuff you guys keep asking about. Heck a lot of that Stephen King stuff happened in the 1960s, before I was even born.

All the ghost rumors with my car happened in 1968. I was born in 1975.

Do you know know that 1968 is BEFORE 1975?

Good god! How retarded are you people? Clearly you are more retarded then me and I'm pretty damned retarded, I'm a mute autistic savant, remember?

And I had no clue the car was connected to Stephen King at all, until May 2010 when a bunch of his fan showed up! I had the car for 3 decades before anyone started saying it was haunted or connected to Stephen King!

You people asking questions are asking the wrong person.

You really need to be asking my Atwater uncles. THEY are the ones who all that stuff happened with. THEY are the ones who are obsessed with Stephen King. I have an aunt, so obsessed with him, that she lives in Bangor and hounds his family, trying to convert him to the Mormon church, because she says he'll be so grateful to become a Mormon that he'll marry her! Go ask HER your Stephen King questions! I never even HEARD of Stephen King before my son was murdered in 2013, I know nothing about him!

Heeck, half the rumors were started by this crazy Claire and Kendra duo, just to cover up the fact that they murdered my son.

I've tried looking up the history of all this so called Stephen King stuff, and ALL of it is just rumors spread by people whom the FBI said have connections to the Kendra Claire duo.

And I still haven't got a clue who they are!

FBI says they think Claire and Kendra are not even their real names. The FBI said my mother knows some woman named Claire and some woman named Kendra, and the FBI things these 2 women were PRETENDING to be them, to try to get some fight started between my mother and her friends!

I don't know what to think!

all I know is 2 strangers beat me up with a golf club and they were very adamant at chanting their own names. They crippled me and murdered my baby and I want to know who the fuck they are, why they did, and why are they not yet in prison for what they did?

And there were ZERO Stephen King rumors about me or my car in November 2013 when my son was murdered... but by February 2014, those rumors were everywhere.

Like I said, the FBI believes the rumors were STARTED and HYPER PROMOTED by the Claire and Kendra creeps who murdered my son.

The FBI believes the Claire Kendra dou CREATED the Stephen King rumors to try to cause so much chaos around my family that it would keep them from being arrested for murder... and guess what... it's been 11 years since my son was murdered and the Claire Kendra duo are STILL not identified, and it's precisely BECAUSE the police and FBI are swamped with Stephen King fans prank calling the witness tip hotline that is WHY Kendra and Claire have not been identified yet!

I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass Stephen King questions! Stop harassing me! The Stephen King rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about Stephen King! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!


I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass gay hating agendas! Stop harassing me! The gay Erotica rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about gay rights! I didn't even know what the word gay ment before the police told me in 2015! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!


I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass haunted car questions! Stop harassing me! The Golden Eagle is a Merman character from my books, it's NOT the name of my car! My car is not haunted! The Goldeneagle rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about my car! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass amphibious aliens questions! Stop harassing me! The rumors that my homeless veteran friend is an alien were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about my friend, nor about aliens or demons or cryptids or whatever other stupid thing you are calling him! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!


I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass witch accusations! I'm a Mormon! I'm not a witch! Stop harassing me! The rumors that my being a witch were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

Why is your car called The Goldeneagle?

dodgeanddolls2.jpgThe Goldeneagle "charging" the Voodoo Dolls that I sell to clients. (I am a Voodoo Priestess as was both my grandmothers Helen Ricker Allen and Eva Viola Atwater before me)
home again the return of the goldeneagle dodge 330Home Again! May 9, 2010 the Goldeneagle was stoelen, chopped up, and transported across the state of Maine to Freeport. Seen here May 15, 2010, being delivered into my Wells driveway where it was returned to, after we decided the psychopaths of Old Orchard Beach were too insane to dare return the car back to my Old Orchard Beach address where it was stolen from. In June 2016, the FBI tracked down and arrested the members of The Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints who had stolen and vandalised the car.

>>>Why is your car called The Goldeneagle?

It's not.

Captain Goldeneagle aka Etiole Swanzen is a fictional character -a silver skinned merman - who appeared in several short stories I wrote/published in the late 1970s to mid 1980s.

I don't know why locals started calling my car The Goldeneagle or the homeless man who slept in it at night Etiole. You'll have to ask them, because they are the ones who say it, not me.

TMC-Etoile-Capt-Goldeneagle-screenshot20.pngCaptain Goldeneagle aka Etiole deBledeAzure Swanzen, son of Sir Roderic Lord of the Twighlight Manor, grandson of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer, first appeared in the 16 page children's picture book titled Friends are Forever written by Wendy Christine Allen and published by the Jameson School in Old Orchard Beach, Maine September 23, 19978.
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Captain Goldeneagle aka Etiole deBledeAzure Swanzen, son of Sir Roderic Lord of the Twighlight Manor, grandson of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer, first appeared in the 16 page children's picture book titled Friends are Forever written by Wendy Christine Allen and published by the Jameson School in Old Orchard Beach, Maine September 23, 19978. It was the first book I ever wrote. I was 3 years old, it was 16 drawings and fewer then 100 words, and was published without my knowledge or permission by Mrs Bureau the Kindergarten teacher of the Jameson School behind Marcotte Motors, where my dad Ken Allen worked and where the car was bought from in 1975, 3 years prior to the book being written. It is unknown who started calling the car The Goldeneagle or why, but it started around the same time the homeless who was living in in began to be called "Etiole" with both him and the car being "nicknamed" after the same fictional space merman from the 1978 book Friends are Forever.

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Strange Update (September 2, 2023):

I don't know why, but I'm suddenly being FLOODED with messages on EVERY social media, asking about my car.

And in the past month the page about it has gone from averaging 700 visited daily to over 1k visits HOURLY... at this rate The Goldeneagle page will surpass the Amphibious Alien page (which has 30million reads since 2007) The Goldeneagle page already has more than ten million reads since 2010, but at the rate it's rising right now it'll gain another ten million reads just in the next 30 days. What the fuck happened?

Update November 4, 2023:
This question keeps getting sent to me so answering it here.
Where is the Golden Eagle Car Today?

I still have it.

I have owned it since September 1975, so I have owned it for 48 years now.

The transmission died on in in 1989, and it has not been able to be driven for 34 years now.

Vandals chopped it up and stole it May 2010, but thanks to local fans who recognized the car, it was recovered 9 days later, and brought back home, in pieces.

There are fewer than 500 of this particular model car, known to exist today, (it is not the standard mass produced 1964 330, but instead the 25th anniversary edition, which was a limited edition and made out of left over parts from the 1963 Turbo Car. The Turbo car had only FIVE built and is the rarest Dodge ever made, this car was made out of the spare parts the factory had from those). Meaning there is no way to buy parts to repair it, and all parts have to be custom built.

(Today is November 4, 2023, btw. This question keeps getting asked so I figured I’ll update the page to answer it.).

It’s not outside where people can access it anymore because jackasses can not be trusted to respect my privacy and keep their shit faces out of my yard. . It’s also not in Old Orchard Beach, any more, nor Biddeford, as the sanity of the psychotically superstitious residents of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine, can not be trusted to not trespass or vandalize private property. My family owns many properties in many towns all across the state of Maine, and it was moved to one of those, where it is guarded by a relative who loves his guns and is quick to shoot at anyone who gets in sight of him. Anyone who tries to get near my Dodge today, is gonna get shot.

As for Etiole, he is sometimes there with the Dodge, other times he is still in the swamp behind my farm in old Orchard, other times he is along the Saco River in the estuary of Biddeford and Saco, other times he is in dozens of other locations throughout Maine, as far north as Bar Harbour, as far south as York. He roams around the state changing locations every couple of weeks, same as he has always done ever since he moved to Maine in 1953. He’s just as difficult to find as he ever was, but we has ways of getting in touch with him if we need to.

Etiole is now in his 90s and is having a difficult time getting around.

And the man you call Etiole is not an alien. He’s a homeless world war 2 veteran. A Jewish KKabbalist who was a fighter piloet in France. Was tortured and disfugured in a Nazi concentration camp. He dooesn’t look human because they skinned him and he lived through it. You people aught to be ashamed of yourselves for calling him an alien and treating him like shit.

THIS is you fucking “alien”. LOOK AT HOW HE LIVES!

@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselder #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
@eelkat One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine. A ww2 veteran in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953. #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
@eelkat One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine, dozen or more in almost every town. #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselder #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen

Is The GoldenEagle haunted?

>>>Is The GoldenEagle haunted?

No.

That's just an urban legend started by paranoid locals and made famous by Stephen King, who jumped on the local rumors and ran with it.

All the stuff Stephen King did and said about me, my Gypsy family, my Gypsy clan, my Gypsy culture, my car, and everything else, is did and said only to promote the books and movies Thinner and Christine, and his privileged white ass did so without giving a thought to how his evil malicious rumors and lies about us Gypsies might hurt our family, our reputations, or culture... and to this day he doesn't give a shit that his evil rumors about us Gypsies has resulted in the murders of more then 120 men, women, and children in our clan here in Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford, Maine, at the hands of his white power fans who used his Thinner movie as an excuse for murdering members of the Gypsy clan that Stephen King ILLEGALLY gorilla filmed and put in his movies without our consent or permission.

Yes, we AE the Gypsies you see in Thinner.

Yes, I am the real "Gypsy Witch"... yes, I DID have to shut down my psychic reading business because of how Stephen King portrayed me in his movie. No, I no longer do card readings at the beach in Old Orchard Beach, BECAUSE of the evil lies Stephen King showed me as in his Thinner movie.

I was beaten up with a golf club, my son was murdered, my car was cut in half, and a backhoe was driven over my house... these were ALL done by STEPHEN KING FANS, who did each of these events after watching The Thinner movie, and EACH event was done by a LARGE CROWD... the April 10, 2015 attack had more then 75 people in the mob that attacked! And EACH attack included people yelling calling "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies" while proclaiming God had told them to rid the Earth of us Gypsy filth.

Ask me again, why I HATE Stephen King and his fucking fans!

And the worse part is, when Stephen King's fucking film crew showed up in 1994... we spent 5 fucking hours trying to get those trespassing jackasses out of our yard. They DID NOT have permission to be on our farm, film our family, or include us in the Thinner movie.

EVERYTHING Stephen King and his fucking film crew did about us Gypsies in connection to The Thinner movie, they did ILLEGALLY!

Yes, that IS the Thinner filming location in the photo below:

eelkats_house_before_after.jpg
backhoe on my house
dazzling_razzberry_george_ricker_house_2007my house and my Volvo in 2007
vandalism of george_ricker_house_2013

146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

EelKat's House July 4, 2013.

EelKat's House August 8, 2013.

Your stupid ass "witch" rumours, come from that fact that Stephen King is a bigots, ableist, racist pig, who thought it was funny to make fun of a 4-year-old retarded mute Gypsy girl (me) by calling her a witch, and writing hateful books and movies about her to make fun of her race and her disability.

You dip shits all ought to be ashamed of yourselves!

My son was murdered and all you fucking idiots care about is Stephen King, Stephen King, Stephen King! You idiots and Stephen King can all go jump off a fucking cliff! My son was murdered and all you fucking jackasses can do is yap about Stephen King! What the fuck is wrong with you! There is not one shred of moral decency in any one of you - you wouldn't be on this page at all, if there was. 

You jackass Stephen King fans harass my family, trash my car, drive a fucking backhoe over my house, and MURDER MY SON. Why? Can any one of you take your fucking heads out of Stephen King's fucking ass long enough to tell me WHY you devote your lives to harassing my family? 

Your stupid ass "witch" rumours, come from that fact that Stephen King is a bigots, ableist, racist pig, who thought it was funny to make fun of a 4-year-old retarded mute Gypsy girl (me) by calling her a witch, and writing hateful books and movies about her to make fun of her race and her disability.

You dip shits all ought to be ashamed of yourselves!

Do you know who this woman is?

On November 14, 2013, she used a golf club to bash out the brains of my 8-month-old baby Xavier-Octavian Allen. She called herself "Claire" as though she thought I knew her, but I know no one named Claire and had never seen her before. She was about 65 years old and would be around 75 years old today in 2024. The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house on August 8, 2013, a few weeks before my son's murder. She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby.


If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,
please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Clairescreenshot.pngOn November 14, 2013, she used a golf club to bash out the brains of my 8-month-old baby Xavier-Octavian Allen. She called herself "Claire" as though she thought I knew her, but I know no one named Claire and had never seen her before. She was about 65 years old and would be around 75 years old today in 2024. The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house on August 8, 2013, a few weeks before my son's murder. She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Why do people say your car is haunted?

>>>Why do people say your car is haunted?

I don't know. Maybe it's because they are too retarded to look at logic, facts, and science, so they run screaming after lunacy, fiction, and fairy tales?

Short answer: I have a deeply mentally disturbed uncle, Mervin Bruce Atwater, who in 1968, at the age of 6, tried to kill his 2 year old sister by climbing onto an overpass and throwing her off it in front of a car. That car, was a 1964 Dodge 330. When adults asked the boy why he tried to kill his sister, he claimed that Satan was siting on the hood of the car and told him to do it.

That is the ONLY ACTUAL incident to ever occur with the car.

Since then dozens of people have - equally mentally deranged - have come forward with hundreds of wild stories about the car, but in the nearly 70 years since 1968, not a single one of those rumors have been founded and ALL have been proven false.

The whole "haunted car" rumor was a hoax started and maintained by my uncle, to cover up his guilt over trying to murder his 2 year old sister. Only this and nothing more.

The car, is NOT haunted, and that has been proven, several times now.

A very long detailed, in depth look at the car, it's history, and the wild rumors people tell about it, can be found on this page you are reading now.

It was bought new by the Old Orchard Beach police department in 1964. I don't know the early details, as I was not born yet. What I do know is immediately after buying it, a police officer died and another officer believed it was a bad omen, so the car was put in a garage and not given the black and white police paint job, instead remaining factory silver.

At some point soon after the police department sold the car to Dr. Larochelle, a local doctor on Ocean Ave in Old Orchard Beach. In 1968, which driving on Common Street in front of Michael's Pizza, coming out of Biddeford, heading through Saco to get back home to Old Orchard, while driving under the train overpass, a group of children, that included a child named Mervin Bruce Atwater, jumped off the bridge into the street in front of the car. One girl, Bruce's 2 year old Barbara Jean Atwater, was hit by the car. The Doctor grabbed the girl and her mother Eva Viola Atwater and drive them to the hospital. Bruce and another of his sisters (my mother) waited at home for their return.

Bruce, a very small child, was accused of having thrown his 2 year old sister off the bridge AT the car, and to cover this detail up, he claimed that Satan was sitting on the hood of the car, jumped up on the bridge, grabbed his sister, and shoved her under the car.

My Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater maintained that Satan lived in the car, for his entire life, until his death from Covid November 24, 2019. He was so obsessed with this event, that he spent most of the last two decades of his life living on Common Street and daily pacing around this train bridge jibbering about demons living in cars.

Mervin Bruce Atwater was a member of several radical UFO cults throughout his life, including Heaven's Gate (the kool-aid suicide cult) and MUFON. Through his MUFON connections, he built several websites, blogs, and social media accounts centered around aliens. Between 1997 and 2007, he published on these sites several hundred articles about my car. It is from these articles that my name got dubbed as EelKat, with him calling me "my niece EelKat Wendy and her pet demon Etiole". The earlier articles called Etiole a demon, the later ones called him "the Amphibious Alien", in some articles he said Etiole was "The Loveland Frog" and in other's he said "Joseph Smith's White Salamander", and in the last articles he called Etiole an "EBE" (extraterrestrial biological entity).

Over the course of a decade, my uncle Bruce wrote well over seven hundred articles lying about me, my car, and the homeless man whom I let sleep in my car.

I came to own the car in 1975, through my father, Kenneth Ricker Allen, who was a used car salesman for Marcott Motors on Saco Ave in Old Orchard Beach, at the time. The car had come in as a trade, sold by an elderly man whom had bought it from Dr. Larochelle. By this point locals had dubbed it "The World's Most Haunted Car" and made claims that there were well over a dozen hit and run deaths connected to the car, including 3 police officers who commit suicide by killing themselves and their entire families after driving the car.

I can not confirm or deny any of these claims, as, all of them happened before I was born, and I've never been able to track down any evidence to back the claims up. They appear to be just local hysteria.

The ONLY accident that CAN be confirmed, is my aunt Barbara being hit by the car when she was 2 years old. There is NO OTHER accident ever reported for this VIN number car.

My father took the 1964 Dodge 330 in trade from a station wagon. As I was too young to drive, my father was the one who actually drove the car, even though he had is all registered and licensed in my nme. (Which I didn't know at the time as I wasn't even yet started kindergarten; but apparently my father was having some sort of legal issues, and could not register a car in his name, so that is how, I at just THREE years old, came to be the owner of the car).

Because the car was mine and I was still a toddler, I parked the car in my rose garden and used it as a doll house. Later that same year, me and some of my cousins were helping local zoo keeper Helen Pearly look for an albino monkey that had escaped from White Animal Farm... a group of 31 children ranging in ages from 3 to 12, spotted the monkey in the swamp and ran after it, following it deep into the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, and we got it treed like a racoon... but... we lost it, because our attention was directed elsewhere, to a naked elderly man, passed out in the swamp. He was very sick, had a high fever, and was a near skeleton, looked like he had not eaten in weeks. We children ran back to my yard which was a working farm, to ask my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen, if we could take food out to the old man.

Me, my cousins Mike Jurgen and Tim Murphey, lead the adults (several aunts and uncles, my parents, Grammy Helen Ricker Allen, and Helen Pearly) back into the swamp to where we had found the man, but upon arrival he was gone, nd the adults accused us of making him up, citing that he was an imaginary friend. As the weeks went by we children became obsessed with finding the man and proving to adults he was real... a few weeks later we found a den full of bones, human leg bones mostly (which we found out later had washed up from a local 15th century graveyard that was also in the swamp) that were being used as digging tools. Excited we children once again dragged the adults into the swamp, to show them the den of bones, and prove once and for all, there was a naked man living in the swamp... we young toddlers did not expect the terrified reactions of the adults... the adults armed themselves with rifles and spent weeks, with local police, ripping the swamp to shreds with manchettes, looking for the homeless man who was using human leg bones as digging tools. Local news reports claimed "Cannibals in Old Orchard Beach!" on their headlines, but that was soon redacted, as the bones turned out to be from graves over four hundred years old.

While adults now believed us children, that there was a homeless man in the swamps, they built up wild rumors about who and what he must be. Most parents on Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach believed he was a kidnapper who ate children, and that was the going rumor for a while.

And then... a hurricane hit. The swamp flooded, ocean waters surged through the town, and... the homeless man fled the rising waters, coming out of the forest for the first time... to hide in the first dry thing he could find: my 1964 Dodge 330 that was sitting on a high hill in my rose garden, out of reach of the flood waters.

After that, I gave him a spare key and let him sleep in it at night. I was just five years old. He could not speak English and I could not speak Hebrew or French, so there was no spoken communication between us, and over time we developed a quasi-sign language as a method of communication. He was sick and near starvation, so I started taking food to him and leaving it on a stump in the swamp. The stump is still there these 50 years later and I still leave food on it. He must have been in his 30s to 50s at the time, but today in 2023, he appears to be close to a hundred years old now and, yes, still lives out there.

He continued to live in my car until May 2010, when a local church group appeared in my yard to chop up the car while yelling "Kill the Demon" and rambling on about how they had to kill the car in order to kill the demon that possessed it.

Today the car is chopped up in pieces and wrapped up in a pile of parts, in storage, waiting for a day to come when I have the estimated $57k needed to rebuild it. While I have owned the car since 1975, I have never in my life driven it and it has spent it's time since 1975 sitting in my garden acting as a shelter to the homeless man who slept in it at night.

In short, the car is NOT haunted and "Etiole" is NOT a demon or alien or evil spirit or cryptid.

ALL the rumors of my car being haunted stem from a "hoax" started by my mentally deranged Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

ALL the rumors of my homeless friend being an alien/demon/whatever stem from a "hoax" started by my mentally deranged Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

The man my Uncle Bruce is harassing, is a local homeless French Jewish man, whom I let sleep in my car on rainy nights so that he can stay dry. Retarded locals think he is a demon or alien or whatever else they call him, because he is covered in scars and burns and Kabalic tattoos and number tattoos from being a concentration camp survivor from WW2.

You can see video footage of his living conditions:

HERE

and HERE

and HERE. These videos where filmed in 2022

As you can see from the videos, this homeless man whom my sick jackass Uncle Bruce has spent DECADES harassing, has NOTHING, he LITERALLY is living in a hole he dug with his fingernails, in the sand under a fallen tree, and you can see from these videos WHY I let him sleep in my car, and WHY the shit heads of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine who are harassing this homeless man, calling him a cryptid, calling him an alien, calling him an evil spirit, are scumbag pieces of shit who don't deserve the life god gave them.

Only absolute scum bag, low life, piece of fifth TRASH would spend five fucking decades harassing a homeless World War 2 veteran the way the MUFON nutjobs of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine treat "Etiole"!

ALL the rumors of my being an alien abductee stem from a "hoax" started by my mentally deranged Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

There are no aliens. I don't even believe in aliens!

There are no demons. I don't even believe in demons!

There are no evil spirits. I don't even believe in the concept of evil spirits!

There are no haunted cars. I don't even believe that hauntings are real!

I was not abducted by aliens. I don't even believe in aliens!

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but when my uncle was 6 years old, he threw his 2 year old sister off a train bridge and into an oncoming car... and then he spent the next 60+ years denying he did it and claiming Satan, demons, and aliens lived in the car and are who hurt his sister.

Anyone and everyone who ever knew my Uncle Bruce is fully aware how severe his mental instability was. He saw demon and aliens EVERYWHERE in EVERYTHING. He suffered from a severe inability to come to terms with what he had done to his baby sister and spent his entire life trying to throw the blame on others.

I had owned the car for well over fifteen years before I became aware it was the same car that had hit my unt Barbara. And my uncle Bruce spread those alien and demon rumors about me, "Etiole", and my supposedly "haunted" car ... spread them online for well over a decade before I found out he was doing it.

Since I discovered this in 2007, I have spent nearly twenty years issuing cease and desist orders to all the people with "1964 Dodge 330 Goldeneagle haunted car" videos and websites.

And yes, since the rise if AI in 2021 to now, there has shown up a LOT of "deep fake" video footage of me, my car, and someone who is supposedly Etiole... ALL of those videos on YouTube are FAKE AI generated hoaxes.

I have ZERO videos about my car.

I have ZERO videos about Etiole.

Images you see on my car or me, in YouTube videos were STOLEN off my website and are being used WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

I did NOT make any of those videos.

I did NOT make any of those websites.

I did NOT write any of those articles.

THIS is my YouTube channel right here: https://www.youtube.com/@EelKatWendyCAllen you can see for yourself the type of videos I make, the quality of the video equipment I have, and that there are ZERO videos about my car, my family, ghosts, demons, evil spirits, aliens, UFOs or any of that other bull crap those deep fake videos you are finding are attributing to me!

This website you are reading right now, https://www.eelkat.com is my ONLY website, and you can see EXACTLY what I say here, you can see the articles I write, 90% of which are about helping new writers write/world-build/create characters, and get their books published.

...and you can also see how fucking PISSED OFF I am at the scumbags who make those videos and websites...in the few articles I HAVE had to write in response to the deep fake bull shit alien/ufo/demon/cryptid crap ass articles that having been flooding the internet slandering and defaming my reputation!

I am fucking sick and tired of these nutcase crack pots running around impersonating me and making these jackassery videos about ridiculous alien/demon/cryptid bull crap and trying to pass that shit off as something I wrote!

THIS picture and ALL other pictures of my car, are being illegally stolen off of my website and used in HUNDREDS of videos and articles by scumbag Stephen King shitheads, I mean fans, WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! This photos were taken in August 1986 on my Sony camera, using Fuji film and I have both the original photos in a photo album, as well as the original negative strips. Others were also taken on film cameras and I have the negatives of those as well. BECAUSE the car sat in my garden, 35 feet BEHIND the swamp, that is in the forest 175 feet from the nearest road, and sat there since 1978, WITH A BARBED WIRE TOPPED FENCE AROUND IT and with no road access to it and not able to be seen from the road, there are ZERO pictures of this car taken by ANYONE... I own ALL photos EVER taken of this car, and am the copyright holder of ALL the photos of this car. I can PROVE that I took these photos, own the copyrights, and have NOT granted ANY rights to ANYONE to use my photos in their videos or articles or websites!

Those videos, websites, and articles about aliens, demons, cryptids, ghosts, haunted cars, and evil spirits are being made by fucking scam artists who are attempting to discredit my good reputation... something you can PROVE by the DATES those videos and articles started showing up: LITERALLY THE WEEK AFTER MY SON WAS MURDERED! Which PROVES those videos and articles are being made BY MY SON'S MURDERER as a means of trying to distract people away from his murder!

If you have any information about the scammers who are making these slanderous defamation videos and websites about me and my family, please contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

You can also mail him copies of the emails you are receiving at:

Federal Bureau of Investigation
1 Middle Street
4th Floor: Agent Andy Drewer
Portland, ME

That's his office, you can go in and hand it to him in person.


The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330

Did you ever wonder WHY you heard rumors about my car?

Ask yourself WHY did you hear about it?

Ask yourself WHO told you?

It wasn't me.

I don't talk about it.

I never told anyone about it.

Because I don't believe in it.

I don't believe in ghosts or hauntings or aliens or demons, and I've never seen evidence of one single solitary thing that would make my car haunted.

So if I didn't tell you my car was haunted, who did?

Perhaps the better question is WHEN did the humors about my car start flooding the internet and WHY?

The earliest mentions I can find online of my car, were posted by my uncle Bruce in 1997, where he was posting on a mofun forum, about how my car caused a snowstorm in Colorado, causing his plane to land there instead of California, causing him and the several other Heaven's Gate members on that flight to miss out on their koolair trip to planet Kolob via the comet HaleBop.

And yet, the transmission of mt car died in 1989, 8 years prior to 1997.

1997 was 4 years after that very same uncle barged into my farm, trespassing, setting up giant 4 room house sized military tents on my farm... me and my 3 brothers were gone to a movie theatre, and there was no tents there when we left. 3 hours later, when we got back, those tents, lines of motorhomes, dozens of cars, and over a hundred squatters had taken over my farm.

Days later, Stephen King's film crew arrived. Also illegally. Invited by that very same uncle.

My father was, at the time a used car salesman for Marcotte Motors of Old Orchard Beach, and so we have over 30 cars lined up in our driveway, for sale. They were the overflow cars that Dave Marcott couldn't fit in the car lot. And Stephen King's film crew, illegally and without permission, used those cars in The Thinner movie.

The Townsend cousins from Milliken Mill Pond , also on Portland Ave, owm huge amounts of carnival rides, rides normally seen at LaKermes and Oxford Fair and Yarmouth Clam Festival. But that day, those rides were set up as Shop & Save (today renamed Hannaford) in Saco, off Exit 5, across from the Saco Dairy Queen. The rides were set up to look like Palace Playland.

The film director, forced us Gypsies to drive our cars, which included both my Gremlins, my mother's red Crwn Victoria which she was driving, my father's blue Citation which he was driving, and ALL of the cars and RVs my Uncle Bruce and his squatter crew had brought with them.

I am in the Thinner movie.

My mother is in the Thinner movie.

My father is in the Thinner movie.

All three of my brothers are in the Thinner movie, they were aged 4, 3, and 1 and are the 3 babies in the Thinner movie.

My uncle Bruce, his wife Doris, their 6 at the time teenage children are all in the Thinner movie.

My uncle David, his wife Lucy, their 15 at the time adult children and around 30 of their grandchildren are in the Thinner movie.

The Townsend cousins are in the Thinner movie.
The Murphey cousins, including Timmy, whos white cross now stands on the Ross Rd intersection, was in the Thinner movie.

cross at ross road old orchard beach maine


The McDonald's of Macs Garage, old and new, are in the Thinner movie.

And yet, most every one of them, will bold faced lie to you and deny being in the movie.

Why?

Because one by one, EVERY SINGLE Gypsy connected to the Thinner movie, has been attacked, brutally, viciously, and some cases murdered. See the cross at the Ross Rd intersection.

You know about the bomb that blew up my house, the backhoe that drove over my house which replaced the bombed house... but did you also know that in 2001, a local church cut my MOTHER's house in half, put it on a flatbed and stole it, moving it to Lake Arrowhead in Waterville? Did you also know that my mother's dog was hung by a noose in a tree at her backdog? And was the first of 7 of her dogs to be brutally killed that way? Did you know, in 2015, 10 of my mother's cats were kidnapped and held for ransom? Did you know that in 2017 a Public Works owned road grader, drove over 200 feet up my mother's driveway and flattened her car by driving over it?

Did you know that EVER SINGLE GYPSY - over 120 people - who appeared in The Thinner movie has experienced a construction truck either driving over their house or their car, or both?

Did you know that every single Gypsy who appeared in the Thinner movie, has in the past decade, had no fewer then 10 pets, mostly cats or dogs, but also horses, goats, and bird, killed and huge by nooses in trees in their yards... in total more then 500 cats, dogs, birds, and horses killed by a deranged stalker who targets the Gypsies of The Thinner movie?

Are you starting to see now, WHY, we Gypsies DO NOT like Stephen King fans plastering their rumos about my car all over the internet?

You people, who think yourself ghost hunters and ufologists - you are literally causing members of my family to be killed EVERY TIME you post a new video or article about my Dodge online.

And you don't care, because it's not YOUR children who are being beaten to death with golf clubs... it just us Gypies, who aren't white, and have Jewishh blood, so you don't give a fucking shit when we die because of YOUR videos posted online about my car.

But that brings us back to the question,, of WHO started flooding the internet with ghost and demon slander about my car.

MOST of the posts, MOST of the articles, MOST of the videos, are posted by a username "kendrasilvermander" all lowercase and one word with no spaces.

That's a username we Gypsies are very familiar with.

We don't know who this Kendra person is or why she stalks us, but according to the FBI, she's a Gypsy from a rival clan, a Romani Gypsy, who is outraged that we Persian-Scottish Gypsies, and not her Romani (who are NOT Gypsies... we Gypsies are NOT Romani, and the Romani are NOT Gypsies) were not in the Thinner movie.

Did you know that every single Gypsy who appeared in the Thinner movie, has requested their names removed from the credits of The Thinner movie, after receiving death threats? Bomb threats. Kidnapped pes? ALL of those threats signed with name "Kendra" on them?

We Gypsies like our privacy.

We Gypsies avoid being in a spotlight.

We Gypsies HATE when white people make videos and articles about us.

We Gypsies put curses on EVERY ONE who make podcasts and videos about our families and our cars.

We Gypsies are tired of being harassed by you holier than thou privileged white trash Americans.

But that brings us back to:

Did you ever wonder WHY you heard rumors about my car?

Ask yourself WHY did you hear about it?

Ask yourself WHO told you?

It wasn't me.

I don't talk about it.

I never told anyone about it.

Because I don't beleve in it.

I don't believe in ghosts or hauntings or aliens or demons, and I've never seen evidence of one single solitary thing that would make my car haunted.

So if I didn't tell you my car was haunted, who did?

Perhaps the better question is WHEN did the umors about my car start flooding the internet and WHY?

Kendra. She's the source of the slander you find online about my car.

Did you also know she is why the FBI shut down NaNoWriMo?

If you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at his office 1 Middle Street, 4th floor, Portland, Maine

He is the agent in charge of the murder investigation.

South Portland Police, Biddeford Police, Old Orchard Beach Police, and the Maine State Police are all also working on the case, you can give any info to them as well.

For those wanting the short version of the FBI investigation and what it is about, the short answer is this:

There is an Fbi investigation going on into NaNoWriMo, it was started in 2006, when a bomb blew up my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on October 18, 2006, 2 days after an ML named “Kendra” requested a hitman to kill me, a request she made on the ML access only section of the Maine NaNoWriMo forum, on October 16, 2006.

This house:

the house that is no more

…which since evolved into being an FBI investigation about… a back hoe driving over the house which replaced the bombed house:

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and then… the murder of my son on November 14, 2013, by the very same crazed ML who was enraged that I reached 50k words in 3 days instead of 30.

I was 8 months pregnant, she arrived at my college Southern Maine Community College, armed with a golf club, broke my spine and murdered my baby. I have been crippled paralyzing, bedridden ever since.

Owner/Founder of NaNoWriMo quit days later and turned everything over to his replacement, would immediately removed the forums, all of them, because the ML had been posting death threats and the Fbi issued a court order for all forum posts between 2004 to 2013 be given to the fbi.

The New CEO deleted the forums and all the death threats (tampering with evidence and covering up for the ML who murdered my son) causing an investigation into the CEOs of NaNoWriMo. Then in 2016, a 2nd writer was attacked by a different ML she died from her injuries a few days later. Fbi expanded the investigation into more MLs. Then last summer 2023, a 3rd ML was found to be using the NANoWriMo forums to trick underage members into meeting the ML offline and rape them. So now the fbi investigation that started in 2013 with the murder of my son and my being crippled, has now expanded to include 3 MLs ,2 murders, 3 attempted murders, and the rape of over a dozen children under the age of 10.

Then last summer 2023, a 3rd ML was found to be using the NANoWriMo forums to trick underage members into meeting the ML offline and rape them. So now the fbi investigation that started in 2013 with the murder of my son and my being crippled, has now expanded to include 3 MLs ,2 murders, 3 attempted murders, and the rape of over a dozen children under the age of 10.

I am EelKat by the way, the NaNoWriMo writer who created the Traveling Shovel of Death, and was the first member to reach 200k words in 30 days. Did NaNoWriMo every year from 1999 to 2013, at the time had more wins than any other member. I was banned from NaNoWriMo in 2013, while I was still in the hospital from the golf club attack and unaware yet that the Fbi had started an investigation, unaware that the attacker was a NaNoWriMo ML… the reason given for the ban “harassing an ML on the frum”… a forum that I had never posted on and did not know NaNoWriMo even had.

The long version, including all photos and documents we are allowed to publicly release, will take you about 4 to 5 hours to read and here it is:

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Do you see those dates.

November 14, 2013. Not only the day my son was murdered and I was crippled... but it's also the closet date there is to the first time videos, podcasts, and articles started flooding the internet, calling my car haunted, and calling me an alien abducttee.... those posts started showing up a week after my son was murdered, and had the username "kendra" on them.

Two women attacked, one calling herself Claaire, the other calling herself Kendra, and is presummed to be the very same Kendra who posts slander about my family and my car on NaNoWriMo forums and elsewhere.

The woman who posts the largest amount of slander calling my car haunted and trying to connect my name to aliens, is the SAME woman who in 2006, hired a hit man to blow up my house with a bomb, the same woman who in 2013 murdered my son.

When did he article "Amphibious Aliens" get published? April 7, 2007... when did the bomb blow up my house? October 18, 2006.

When did the videos about my car being haunted show up online? November 24, 2013. When was my son murdered? November 14, 2013.

Can you see NOW, the WHY behind WHY this Kendra woman is so very DESPERATE for you to think I believe in aliens or ghosts or demons?

She wants you to think I'm "crazy" so that you won't believe she blew up my house with a bomb or murdered my son with a golf club.

Kedra is spread fake news about ghosts and ufos to try to keep you from seeing the truth about the violent hate crimes being commited against the Gypsies of The Thinner movie.

>>>Is your car demon possessed?

>>>Does an evil spirit live in your car?

>>>What is the cryptid creature everyone says they see in your car at night?

>>>Is your car demon possessed?

>>>Does an evil spirit live in your car?

>>>What is the cryptid creature everyone says they see in your car at night?

No. There is no demon. 

I also don't believe in demons and think you who asked this are a retarded idiot for letting people deceive you and convince you that fairy tale creatures like demons are real.

No. There is no evil spirit.

I also don't believe in evil spirits and think you who asked this are a retarded idiot for letting people deceive you and convince you that fairy tale creatures like evil spirits are real.

No. There is no cryptid creature.

I also don't believe in cryptids and think you who asked this are a retarded idiot for letting people deceive you and convince you that fairy tale creatures like cryptids are real.

That's just an urban legend started by paranoid locals and made famous by Stephen King, who jumped on the local rumors and ran with it.

It's a local homeless French Jewish man, whom I let sleep in my car on rainy nights so that he can stay dry. Retarded locals think he is a demon or alien or whatever else they call him, because he is covered in scars and burns and Kabalic tattoos and number tattoos from being a concentration camp survivor from WW2.

You can see video footage of his living conditions:

HERE

and HERE

and HERE. These videos where filmed in 2022

As you can see from the videos, this homeless man whom my sick jackass Uncle Bruce has spent DECADES harassing, has NOTHING, he LITERALLY is living in a hole he dug with his fingernails, in the sand under a fallen tree, and you can see from these videos WHY I let him sleep in my car, and WHY the shit heads of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine who are harassing this homeless man, calling him a cryptid, calling him an alien, calling him an evil spirit, are scumbag pieces of shit who don't deserve the life god gave them.

Only absolute scum bag, low life, piece of fifth TRASH would spend five fucking decades harassing a homeless World War 2 veteran the way the MUFON nutjobs of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine treat "Etiole"!


My car is not haunted and I'm sick of people saying it is.

And I am sick of you fucking jackass Stephen King fans showing up here and bothering my family. I don't care how many TV interviews you saw of Stephen King telling you shit heads it was alright to visit us Gypsies. Stephen King had no right to dox us Gypsies like that, and you people are fucking trespassers who have no right to be in my yard!

Just like my uncle Bruce had no right to write those articles for David Ike and MUFON telling people those idiot slanderous lies about evil spirits, aliens, and demons in my car. In case you hadn't noticed, my uncle was fucking insane, he was a member of Heaven's Gate, believed God lived on Planet Kolob, and though the comet HaleBop was God's mothership.

There's a REASON my uncle spent the last 25+ years of his life under armed police guard in a state owned mental institute: because in the last years of his life, he took to trying to kill people who who wouldn't join his "god is an alien" idiocy. Saco police arrested him in front of Saco Dairy Queen, trying to saw a woman's foot off because she said she didn't believe in aliens, and in court he threatened to kill the judge because told him aliens were not real, and it was because he threatened to kill the Biddeford District Court judge over aliens, that is why he got straight jacketed in 2015 and never saw the outside of a prison padded cell again.

THAT is the fucking nutjob idiot who started the haunted car rumors. And you people who believe my car is haunted, you're all just as crazy as he was. Go get the psychiatric help, you idiots so desperately need and leave my family alone!




>>>Who is Etiole?

>>>Who is Etiole?

Which one? There are several different people whom the locals call Etiole. One of them is my husband, Ben, Etiole is not his name, but that doesn't stop local idiots from calling him that.

Another of them is the elderly homeless man who sleeps in my car at night because he has no place else to sleep at night, and who I assume is the one you are referring to. Etiole is not his name either, but so many people have called him that, he will answer to it now, IF you can 1: get close enough to him to talk to him, and 2: if he will talk at all. He is a severely disfigured and disabled WW2 pilot, who suffers from massive levels of PTSD, is not aware the war ended 80 years ago, and spends the bulk of his time in the forests/swamps/marshes in and around Old Orchard Beach hand digging fox-holes, trenches, and tree bark lean to shelters. If you ever hike around Ocean Park, you'll see a lot of his structures there. He runs away from most people, and is rarely seen up-close, which led to false rumors of him being a cryptid/alien/demon/ghost/whatever the current flavor of the day non-human local conspiracy theorists have come up with at the moment. He is not a demon or an alien or a ghost or whatever else. He is a severally mentally handicapped elderly man, whom as of 2023 is around 90 to 100 years old and struggles to get around any more. We who take care of him, do not expect him to live much longer and are very frustrated that we have been unable to get local MUFON nutcases to leave him alone. 

He is a local homeless French Jewish man, whom I let sleep in my car on rainy nights so that he can stay dry. Retarded locals think he is a demon or alien or whatever else they call him, because he is covered in scars and burns and Kabalic tattoos and number tattoos from being a concentration camp survivor from WW2.

You can see video footage of his living conditions:


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And the man you call Etiole is not an alien. He’s a homeless world war 2 veteran. A Jewish KKabbalist who was a fighter piloet in France. Was tortured and disfugured in a Nazi concentration camp. He dooesn’t look human because they skinned him and he lived through it. You people aught to be ashamed of yourselves for calling him an alien and treating him like shit.

THIS is you fucking “alien”. LOOK AT HOW HE LIVES!

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@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselder #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine. A ww2 veteran in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953. #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine, dozen or more in almost every town. #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselder #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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These videos where filmed in 2022

As you can see from the videos, this homeless man whom my sick jackass Uncle Bruce has spent DECADES harassing, has NOTHING, he LITERALLY is living in a hole he dug with his fingernails, in the sand under a fallen tree, and you can see from these videos WHY I let him sleep in my car, and WHY the shit heads of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine who are harassing this homeless man, calling him a cryptid, calling him an alien, calling him an evil spirit, are scumbag pieces of shit who don't deserve the life god gave them.

Only absolute scum bag, low life, piece of fifth TRASH would spend five fucking decades harassing a homeless World War 2 veteran the way the MUFON nutjobs of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine treat "Etiole"!

The original one, where the name actually comes from, was Captain Goldeneagle Etiole Swanzen who is a fictional silver skinned merman who featured as a primary character in the books The Pearl Necklace, The Silver Salamander, The GoldenEagle, Incubus, and The Silver Arrow, all of which were published between 1983 and 1989. In the books, Etiole was a merman who, with his best friend, a talking black bobcat named Miss Citten the Eel~Kat, explored new planets in search of alien eel species to take to Planet Ptarmagin. 

miss-citten-the-eelkat.pngMiss Citten The Eel-Kat and her flying space eels. EelKat is the narrator of the Twighlight Manor/Quaraun series, and the character my website was renamed after in 2013, after she became the most searched for character of the franchise with Google getting over 3 million search results per month for the word "EelKat"


It appears, that for some reason, delusional idiots who could not tell the difference between FICTIONAL Space Fantasy books, and a real life homeless man, were behind the rumor that the homeless man who sleeps in my car, was the space merman from the books. To make things even more bizarre, people started calling ME "EelKat" and dubbed me "EelKat Etiole's Friend", even though my name is Wendy Christine Allen. Somewhere along the line people mixed up me and the homeless man for being the fictional characters EelKat (a talking cat) and Etiole (a merman) but I don't know who started that rumor or why it spread and became the weird urban legend with a cult following, like it is today.

More info about Etiole is HERE:

https://medium.com/@EelKat/is-it-true-you-are-an-alien-abductee-703e43cfea66 

https://medium.com/@EelKat/should-you-write-about-trauma-4759a75e6aa2 

https://medium.com/@EelKat/what-even-is-relatable-content-6550c45404b2 

https://medium.com/@EelKat/if-you-have-any-information-about-my-sons-murder-please-give-it-to-fbi-agent-andy-drewer-at-f97444b04d02


My friend is not an alien and I'm sick of people saying he is.

My friend is not an evil and I'm sick of people saying he is.

My friend is not a demon and I'm sick of people saying he is.

My friend is not a cryptid and I'm sick of people saying he is.

My friend is not haunting my car and I'm sick of people saying he is.

And I am sick of you fucking jackass Stephen King fans showing up here and bothering my family. I don't care how many TV interviews you saw of Stephen King telling you shit heads it was alright to visit us Gypsies. Stephen King had no right to dox us Gypsies like that, and you people are fucking trespassers who have no right to be in my yard!

Just like my uncle Bruce had no right to write those articles for David Ike and MUFON telling people those idiot slanderous lies about my friend being an evil spirit or an alien or a demon or a ghost in my car. In case you hadn't noticed, my uncle was fucking insane, he was a member of Heaven's Gate, believed God lived on Planet Kolob, and though the comet HaleBop was God's mothership.

There's a REASON my uncle spent the last 25+ years of his life under armed police guard in a state owned mental institute: because in the last years of his life, he took to trying to kill people who who wouldn't join his "god is an alien" idiocy. Saco police arrested him in front of Saco Dairy Queen, trying to saw a woman's foot off because she said she didn't believe in aliens, and in court he threatened to kill the judge because told him aliens were not real, and it was because he threatened to kill the Biddeford District Court judge over aliens, that is why he got straight jacketed in 2015 and never saw the outside of a prison padded cell again.

THAT is the fucking nutjob idiot who started the amphibious alien rumors, the evil spirit rumors, the cryptid rumors, the demon rumors. And you people who believe my homeless veteran friend is some sort of non-human creature, you're all just as crazy as he was. Go get the psychiatric help, you idiots so desperately need and leave my family alone!

>>>I keep getting emails from you about Etiole. Why are you emailing me?

>>>I keep getting emails from you about Etiole. Why are you emailing me?

You are most certainly NOT getting emails from me.

I do not have email.

I do not use email.

It's not physically possible for me to email you.

I do not have or use email. Any emails you have received are fake and sent by others.

Whomever is emailing you - it is NOT me.

The FBI is aware of this situation, and believe that the emails are being sent out by friends, family, and relatives of my son's murderer. If you receive ANY email claiming to be from me, "EelKat", or "Etiole", please contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

You can also mail him copies of the emails you are receiving at:

Federal Bureau of Investigation
1 Middle Street
4th Floor: Agent Andy Drewer
Portland, ME

That's his office, you can go in and hand it to him in person.

>>>Have you seen the videos flooding YouTube, about you, your goldeneagle, and Etiole? Did you make those or are they deep fakes? What's up with that?

>>>Have you seen the videos flooding YouTube, about you, your goldeneagle, and Etiole? Did you make those or are they deep fakes? What's up with that?

Yes. I saw them. I know. There are several hundred "deep fake" videos about me, my car, and Etiole, all over YouTube. The FBI believe my son's murderer and her friends and family are the one making them.

Yes, they are deep fakes that appear to be AI generated, via people stealing photos of me and my car off my website.

And yes, if you find any, DO, forward them to the FBI, because again, it is believed those videos are being made by the MURDERER of my son, in some sort of weird attempt to discredit any real evidence about my son's murder.

And yes, since the rise if AI in 2021 to now, there has shown up a LOT of "deep fake" video footage of me, my car, and someone who is supposedly Etiole... ALL of those videos on YouTube are FAKE AI generated hoaxes.

No, THIS is my YouTube channel right here:

https://www.youtube.com/@EelKatWendyCAllen

As you can see, I hardly ever use it, have never promoted it, so it has no followers, and ALL of the videos are just me fangirling various Elves (mostly Avallac’h). There are NO videos about me, my car, my family, Etiole… NOTHING… THIS is my ONLY YouTube channel… So yes, ALL of the other channels you are finding ARE FAKE. I do NOT do interviews, I do NOT do collabs… ALL of the videos you are finding about me, my family, my cars, Etiole, or anything else connected to me are DEEP FAKE scammers making slanderous AI generated crap about me and my life… which again… the FBI believes it is being done by the friends and family of my son’s murderer, so if you find ANY videos about me, my car, my family, Etiole, or claiming to be me: DO REPORT THOSE VIDEOS/CHANNELS TO THE FBI:

please contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

You can also mail him copies of the emails you are receiving at:

Federal Bureau of Investigation
1 Middle Street
4th Floor: Agent Andy Drewer
Portland, ME

That's his office, you can go in and hand it to him in person.

I have ZERO videos about my car.

I have ZERO videos about Etiole.

Images you see of my car or me, in YouTube videos were STOLEN off my website and are being used WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

I did NOT make any of those videos.

I did NOT make any of those websites.

I did NOT write any of those articles.

This website you are reading right now, is my ONLY website, and you can see EXACTLY what I say here, and you can also see how fucking PISSED OFF I am at the scumbags who make those videos and websites.

THIS picture and ALL other pictures of my car, are being illegally stolen off of my website and used in HUNDREDS of videos and articles by scumbag Stephen King shitheads, I mean fans, WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! This photos were taken in August 1986 on my Sony camera, using Fuji film and I have both the original photos in a photo album, as well as the original negative strips. Others were also taken on film cameras and I have the negatives of those as well. BECAUSE the car sat in my garden, 35 feet BEHIND the swamp,  that is in the forest 175 feet from the nearest road, and sat there since 1978, WITH A BARBED WIRE TOPPED FENCE AROUND IT and with no road access to it and not able to be seen from the road, there are ZERO pictures of this car taken by ANYONE... I own ALL photos EVER taken of this car, and am the copyright holder of ALL the photos of this car. I can PROVE that I took these photos, own the copyrights, and have NOT granted ANY rights to ANYONE to use my photos in their videos or articles or websites!

Those videos, websites, and articles about aliens, demons, cryptids, ghosts, haunted cars, and evil spirits are being made by fucking scam artists who are attempting to discredit my good reputation... something you can PROVE by the DATES those videos and articles started showing up: LITERALLY THE WEEK AFTER MY SON WAS MURDERED! Which PROVES those videos and articles are being made BY MY SON'S MURDERER as a means of trying to distract people away from his murder!

If you have any information about the scammers who are making these slanderous defamation videos and websites about me and my family, please contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

You can also mail him copies of the emails you are receiving at:

Federal Bureau of Investigation
1 Middle Street
4th Floor: Agent Andy Drewer
Portland, ME

That's his office, you can go in and hand it to him in person.



>>>Is it true you put curses on people?

>>>Is it true you put curses on people?

*sigh*

I am so sick of dealing with braindead, mindless retards.

You fucking stupid, retarded, braindead, mindless jackasses want a Gypsy curse?

I'll give you a fucking Gypsy curse:

As for the fucktards who think they can make a mockery of my son's death: may your own child die in a manner just as horrible or worse than the manner with which my child died.

If you have EVER mocked what happen to my family: may your child die as mine did or in a worse manner, so that you may know the pain and suffering me and my family are going through, that you learn to NEVER mock a child's death EVER AGAIN!

May all evil you have done or said to or about me and my family come back upon you 7 times 7. On you and your children and their children, for seven generations.

All ill will you send to me I mirror back upon you.

All mockery you have done of my family's murder, I send back to your family, that your children may suffer a greater thing then mine have suffered, to punish you for mocking my pain.

There you go, a Gypsy curse, have fun!

I am so damned sick of the jackass shit we Gypsies have to put up with from white trash crap like you!

If you are retarded enough to think curses are real, that's your problem, not mine. Of course, if you were not retarded enough to believe cars are haunted and evil spirits live in them, you wouldn't be here reading this page to begin with, so you probably are retarded enough to think curses are real and we Gypsies aren't human.

Your stupid ass "witch" rumours, come from that fact that Stephen King is a bigots, ableist, racist pig, who thought it was funny to make fun of a 4-year-old retarded mute Gypsy girl (me) by calling her a witch, and writing hateful books and movies about her to make fun of her race and her disability.

You dip shits all ought to be ashamed of yourselves!

>>>Do you know Stephen King?

>>>Do you know Stephen King?

No. Never met him. Was unaware of his existence before his film crew showed up to ILLEGALLY film Thinner on my farm in 1994. I never heard of his obsession with me, my Gypsy family, my car, or my severe Autism, until he did a Late Show interview in 1997 where he doxxed me and my family on live television, giving out my home address and saying "Go visit the Thinner Gypsies of Saco Maine!" ... a things he did that I was not made aware of until March 2013, when one of my college professors played it in class and then pointed to me and said "and there she is! She's a student here!" I did not have access to TVs, electricity, or such things until 2015, so I had never heard of any of this.

I did however recognize Stephen King's name, as ever since the summer of 1997, I get on average 30k Stephen King fans trespassing in my yard, breaking parts off my car, claiming they are "taking a sournier of The REAL Christine!"

I have 144 Keep Out, Private Property, and No Trespassing signs in my yard specifically to keep Stephen King's fans away.

I have never read a Stephen King book.

I have never seen a Stephen King movie.

I know nothing about Stephen King, and I'm sick of his fans bothing my family.

I became especially sick of it in 2013 and 2015 when my family was murdered, and the news reporters showed up, and instead of wanting info about the murder of my son... they only wanted to know: "What was it like being in a Stephen King movie?"... I've never been in a Stephen King movie and I'm sick of people saying I have.

My family was murdered. Their heads were cut off and hung in trees all over my yard... and the FBI says that is a scene from a Stephen King movie and the FBI believes my family was murdered by a fucking Stephen King fan. So Stephen King and hids fucking fans can go fuck off!

To make matters even worse, in February 2021, Larua, the FBI agent originally in charge of my son's murder case, was murdered, in Florida, only a few blocks from Stephen King's house, which caused the at the time cold case of my son's 2013 murder to be reopened.

Remember, these people are Abusers and YOU are HELPING THEM!

Do keep in mind that I have severely crippling Autism and the people, Stephen King, His fans, and my Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater ad his family, who are spreading these malicious rumors and lies about my car, are doing so BECAUSE they think I am too retarded to have any feelings, they think they can get away with this BECAUSE they see nothing wrong with this level of abuse of a disabled person.

EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE

Do you know who this woman is?
If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

On November 14, 2013, she used a golf club to bash out the brains of my 8-month-old baby Xavier-Octavian Allen. She called herself “Claire” as though she thought I knew her, but I know no one named Claire and had never seen her before. She was about 65 years old and would be around 75 years old today in 2025. The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house on August 8, 2013, a few weeks before my son’s murder.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, on July 4, 2013 and on August 8, 2013 after vandals drove a backhoe over it. The backhoe is still running in this photo, I got home from work while they were doing it and the white haired man jumped out and ran away leaving the backhoe running, until it ran out of gas. It sat in my yard for 6 months until the police finally towed it away.

The FBI believes this woman who crippled me and murdered my baby on November 14, 2013, is connected to the backhoe that illegally drove over my house making me homeless on August 8, 2013. They also believe she is connected to both Ben and a trio of churches in the area known as "Grace Point, Curtis Lake, and New Life".

Between June 2001 and continuing on into 2025, there have been over 200 violent attacks on 146 Portland Ave, Old orchard Beach, Maine, including the beheading of 75 pet roosters April 2007, whose headless bodies were hung in my rosebushes from rope nooses.

The FBI believes ALL of these events are being done in an attempt to drive me off my land. 

According to the FBI, in 2007, a developer went to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and filed an illegal building permit for a 27 unit condominium, on my land and CLAIMED to be the owner of my land. This land has been in my family since 1531, we are Native Americans of the Kickapoo tribe and there are more than 500 graves, most dating from the 1500s to 1600s on my land. 

This land has been in my family well over 500 years, and I inherited it from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen in 1983.

The FBI believes, ALL of the slander/rumours that falsely accuse me of being transgender were ALSO started by this woman who murdered my son, in a further attempt to drive me from my land via working locals of Old Orchard Beach into a trans-hating frenzy.

If you are a real estate agent and ANY ONE contacts you interested in buying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, PLEASE report that "client" IMMEDIATLY to FBI Agent Andy Drewer, head of my son's murder investigation, and head of the investigation into the 200+ acts of vandalism and hate crimes which have occurred at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine between 2001 to 2025.

If you have ANY information about ANY of the incidents, attacks, vandalisms, and hate crimes that took place between 2001 and 2025, on 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, please give that information to FBI agent Andy Drewer as well.

My land is not for sale and ANY ONE offering to buy it is likely connected to this woman who murdered my son.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

ANYONE interested in buying my land has a HIGH PROBABILITY of being hired BY MY SON'S MURDERER, and you MUST send their information to the FBI.

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby. She had distinctive two-inch wide stripes in her hair all the way around her head, platinum blond and dark reddish brown, in a pageboy haircut.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmigly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

@eelkat #edometriosis #cancer #tumor #belly #womenshealth ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Yaoi Author

FAQ: How Did the FBI get involved?

Update added May 31, 2025

Uhm, I am getting some weird messages and I don’t trust things that show up privately, so I’m going to answer publicly, and I assume the one who messaged me will see it, and this should answer their question.

No, I do not have a brown log cabin. What are you talking about? My house at 146 Portland Av, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, was a 9 foot wide by 16 foot long beach hut, originally white with green trim when it was built in 1942, and repainted yellow with brown trim in July 2013 when we got the building permit to add the baby room onto the back. Deranged bigots drove over it with a backhoe August 8, 2013, then the same people returned November 14, 2013 murdered my 8 month old son with a golf club and paralyzed me at the same time. I have been HOMELESS for eleven years now, and am still relearning to walk. I have over THIRTY MILLION in medical bills from my broken spine and physical therapy. So I have not been able to afford to rebuild a house yet. 

You are seeing me out any about with a walker now because yes, I’ve ONLY just STARTED to have enough strength in my legs to walk, but not unaided. I’m still wheelchair bound and bed ridden over 80% of the day, I only have enough strength to use the walker 1 or 2 times a day about 30 minutes each time.

Yes, I am the one who wears the “Middle eastern garb”, we are Gypsies, part Native American Kickapoo Tribe, part Persian&Mongolian Middle Eastern. Yes I ALWAYS wear veils and hijab. No I have never worn pants in my entire life. Yes, I ONLY wear floor length caftan and kimono. Nearly ALL of my cloths are neon pink, neon orange, or bright red, I wear almost nothing else. You ARE going to know it’s me if you see me.

No, I am NOT an animal rights activist, nor a vegan, I wear fur coats and eat seafood and dairy quite regularly.

No, I am not the founder of the Procter and Gamble boycott. The Boycott was founded in 1973, TWO YEARS BEFORE I WAS BORN in 1975. That alone should tell you the person you are talking to is lying to you. My grandmother Eva Viola Atwater was the animal rights activist and vegan, not me. She was the member of PETA and P&G boycott, not me.

NO, anyone you see wearing pants, wearing “American cloths”, or without their head covered, is NOT me. I've never even owned pants, nor American cloths. I'm a 5th generation FLDS Mormon, I've never even been allowed to wear a bra even though I have size 42-J boobs that weigh nearly eight pounds each and cause damage to my spine. Ben has never allowed me to wear a bra even though I've begged him for years to let me wear one. Do you have any idea how HUGE 42-J boob size is and how desperately I NEED a bra to give my spine pain some releif? 42-J is the equivalent of SEVEN Ds. 42-DDDDDDD is D-cup equivalent of 42-J. Dolly Parton's fake boobs aren't half the size my real boobs are. I FUCKING NEED A DAMNED BRA! I TIRED OF NOT BEING ALLOWED TO OWWN ONE! I need boob reduction surgery, but Ben won't let me have that either.

No, I do not own ANY of the cars you listed. I own ONLY THREE cars:

1992 Volvo with murals painted on it

1975 Dodge Sportsman painted neon pink and glow in the dark lime green.

1964 Dodge 330 Coronet, painted orange. No, is it not haunted, nor are there demons living in it, nor are there aliens living in it. If you believe that cars can be haunted or if you believe aliens or demons are real, I would suggest you seek a psychiatrist because it sounds like you have schizophrenia. I am getting tired of you clearly deeply mentally disturbed people running around slandering me, my family, my friends, and my cars with your stupid ass retarded rumours about aliens, demons, hauntings, and whatever other crazy ass bull shit you've come up with the slander me and my cars with.

I do not know anyone who owns any of the cars you listed, so I do not know who owns them, and no the woman driving them is NOT me, so you NEED to call the police next time you encounter her and report her for impersonating me.

My NEIGHBOUR at 144 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine did recently build a brown log cabin. But that's my neighbour next door, not me. Is that the brown log cabin you are talking about? That's not mine, that's next door to me.

Coming over here and threatening to "burn down the little brown log cabin while your family is inside" doesn't do a damned bit of good, because it is not MY "little brown log cabin" and the people who live there are NOT my family. You're threatening the wrong damned person you stupid retarded idiot. Plus I don't have a septic tank. I don't even know what you creeps are talking about!

THIS was my house here:

eelkats_house_before_after.jpg


And these are my cars:

eelkat wendy c allen too gay for oob dazzling razzberry transgender tour bus no hurry

I do want to thank, whoever gave information to the FBI a few weeks ago. You've helped a lot.

I am in bed 18+ hours a day.

I only have the strength to sit upright for around 4 hours a day, MAX, and often, not even that.

I started wearing a hijab in 2015 because I do not have anyone to help me brush my hair, and as of now, July 2025, my hair has not been brushed in twelve years. I have not yet gained the ability to grip my fingers tight enough around a brush to hold it, nor have I regained enough strength in my shoulder, to lift my hand up to shoulder height. I can not yet reach my hair.

My husband is gone days to a time, often weeks to a time, frequently to Las Vegas, with his three gay best friends. That's why I have no one to help me brush my hair, or take a bath, or use the toilet, or relearn to walk. It's a good week if I see him for more then an hour the entire week.

He's also been the BIGGEST promoter of trying to shut down the FBI's murder investigation, he make constant threats and ultimatums telling me to tell the FBI to stop the investigation. He doesn't want his son's murderer found. He says, he wants it forgotten. . He says it gets in the way of his fun with Rick, Dave, and Larry.

At the start of this in November 2013, my arms were paralized as well.

So I've not only had to regain the ability to walk, but I've also had to regain the ability to use my arms as well.

There were 2 years, the entire of 2014 and 2015, where I could not type, because I could not use my hands, and so I was also not online.

I was offline from 2013 to 2016.

I returned online in September 2016, to Twitch to play video games as, I had regained the use of my right hand enough to control a mouse, but I had not yet gained enough use of my hand to type or use a keyboard.

I returned to minimum typing ability in my right hand only in May 2021.

Today in 2025 i still have not regained enough use of my left hand to use it for ANYTHING, let alone typing.

I have limited use of my right hand, but only my thumb and first 2 fingers, the final 2 fingers still do not work yet.

So, NO, ANYTHING you saw on ANY account, posted only betwen november 14, 2013 and May 27, 2021, was NOT me.

I'm an author, I've published over 100 novels since 1978. Some to Harlequin. Some to Disney. I've published NOTHING the past decade precisely BECAUSE I was paralized and couldn't type. That alone should have told you, the accounts posting online were not me.

As of right now in July 2025 I have progress to being able to take around two thousand steps a day before I pass out from my lungs ceasing from over use. That's about five hundred feet.

When you know how EXTREEMELY crippled I am and how very limited my ability to do ANYTHING is, then you start to realize HOW MUCH these online impersonators tried to take over my life in their massive levels of pretending to be me online.

Sad part is, if my mother, my father, any of my aunts, any of my uncles, any of my cousins, and of the over two thousands members of my church who called me friend, any of my 200+ friends from college, any of my over a dozen college professors, anyone from any of the game groups I was in - I was in 5 game groups from Dnd and I just "vanished" from games that had gone on for over three years, my home teachers from church, my visiting teachers from church, or even my bishop... if JUST ONE of them, had stopped in to check on me JUST ONCE in that entire year time... they would have KNOWN a crazy woman tried to kill me with a golf club at my ART CLASS at the BugLight Art Studio, at Southern Maine Community college, and nearly did kill me, and did kill my 8 month old baby... do you realize, NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON cared enough to find out why i stopped going to church, a church I never missed a single day in 42 years, why I stopped showing up for classes at college, why I stopped showing up for game sessions, why for ELEVEN YEARS no one saw me?

Not one person ever tried to find out if I was okay.

And I've recently found out, according to well over a dozen members of the Cape Elezabeth Ward, the Saco Ward, and the Sanford Ward Churches of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints... my husband NEVER told anyone what had happened to me. None of them knew I was crippled. None of them knew our son was murdered. In fact, none of them knew I was still a Mormon. Why? Because ALL of them said my husband told them I had left the church, was no longer a Mormon, and wanted nothing to do with any of them.

And yet on my end, I begged him repeatedly to ask the Home Teachers, Visiting Teachers, Elders, and Bishop to come to the hospital to pray for me... my husband being the regional High Quaraun Leader of the Priesthood, works with all of them, and he told me, that when he asked them to visit me in the hospital and to give me a blessing, he said these people refused to, citing that they told him, I deserved to die. He said, the bishop told him, I had invited demons into my soul and got what I deserved.

And that very same bishop, I recently saw at WalMart and he was horrified to learn I was crippled in a wheelchair, and he said Ben never told him, he said he never said those things about demons, he said had he known how I was hurt he would rushed to the hospital with all the elders.

Oh, and he had more to say: he said Ben filed forms with the temple to have me excommunicated from the church. He said Ben, my husband, told him I had requested it. He said Ben had church court called specifically for it, something my husband can do, because he's one of the high priests who runs The Boston Temple.

And it is BECAUSE so many people collectively, did not care to find out what happened, that these impersonators online, and now I'm learning also online, were able to pretend to be me on dozens of social media accounts, for a full decade.

Because no one in my life cared to check in on me, no one knew I was paralized and could not talk or walk or move my arms, and no ability to be on any of those social media accounts.

Accounts that CLEARLY were not me: because I do not believe in demons, I do not believe in aliens, I do not believe my car is haunted, and yet THAT is what those accounts have been 100% fully focused on trying convince every one of.

Why?

Who knows.

According to the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation: he believes the woman who murdered my son is having her children, grandchildren, siblings, friends, and relatives do it, in an attempt to gaslight everyone into thinking I'm a crazy UFO nut, so that no one will help in identifying the murderer.

But the thing is... there were 3 people in the attack. Two women, and one man. And as of February 2025, we now know who the man was: a Biddeford Police officer. Among those arrested were FOUR people working at the Old Orchard beach police department, including the dispatcher, who upon a FBI raid of her house, was found to be the owner of the 4-door white pick up truck.

More people were arrested, including my across the street neighbour, and 24 people from not my church, but from my husband's church.

In fact EVERYONE arrested so far, has been friends with my husband. The Old Orchard Beach Dispatcher? Her husband was ALSO on the High priest Quorum leadership, and was in fact my husband's home teacher. Someone who had been to our house DOZENS of times over a period of thirty years. In fact, they live a few houses down the street from us, and hes a mechanic who frequently worked on my car, and so had access to my car, which was frequently vandalised with break lines cut, power steering line cut - things that can only be done, by someone who worked on the car because the lines were not reachable from the outside.

EVERYONE arrested so far, have been VERY CLOSE PERSONAL FRIENDS of my husband. And my husband is who the FBI now believes hired the golf club woman. TThe FBI believs my husband and his gay friend Rick, had planned to kill their wives... people who know Rick know what happened to his wife in 2016 - she is also serverly crippled now, she also survived a brutal attack. She fleed Maine, went to another state, divorced Rick on grounds of attempted murder and yeah... Rick is the one Ben keeps going to Vegas with.

The FBI says they believe the whole thing was Rick's idea - Rick, by the way, was there in my yard in Old Orchard beach,, during the April 10, 2015 attack on my motorhome.

The FBI is currently trying to figure out if Ben was AWARE ahead of time of the November 14, 2013 murder of his son and crippling of me his wife, or, wife Ben had made offhanded "jokes" about killing his wife, yes, he jokes about that, he has for several decades now... if you don't know, I did not willingly marry Ben. I was 8 years old. Yes, EIGHT year old TODDLER. Not even a preteen yet. I'm only 49 years old, and I've been married to Ben 42 years. So, there's that as well.

Rick is the priest who used to beat me up in church, and Ben used to stand there laughing. When I was a teenager.

When the FBI first showed up, the first thing he said to me was: "How well do you trust Ben? Would he hire someone to kill you?"

At the time I said "No. He'd never hurt me. I trust him completely."

But that was a decade ago, and the FBI has shown me a lot of evidence they have found, and I no longer trust Ben. FBI has been following Ben, he tells me he's going one place, then FBI shows m video footage of, nope, he went some place else. He's taking plane trips all over the country, when he's telling me, he he is driving to a autoparts a long ways away but still in the state. He claims to have left the Mormon church, or so he tells me, yet FBI has plenty of footage of him going to priest meetings and priest weekend groups and priest field trips. He's clearly not left the Mormon church like he told me and also told my mother.

Ben is living a double life. FBI's uncovered that.

FBI also says, they think the that Ben hangs out with are unaware Ben has a wife.

I used to trust him completly without question. Now I am left how long was he living this double life BEFORE our son was murdered and I was crippled?

And how can I trust ANYONE now?

The two women who attacked at the college are still unidentified, but the man who was with them, died in a police case a few weeks ago, and the FBI confiscated the 4 door white truck. Though they've not yet found the gold Volvo station wagon.

These recent developments to my son's murder case, happened because a few months ago, I started walking outside with a rollator, and people saw me for the first time in over a decade, and suddenly remembered: I was BORN BLIND and MUTE, - for some reason people around here forgot that--and they suddenly realized the woman whom has been both online and offline claiming to be me, had deceived them...There've been alot of changed happening in the FBI's murder investigation the past few weeks, a lot of peoplehave been arrested. And that is thanks to local people, calling the FBI hotline and telling them about the woman whoes been impersonating me, something I didn't even know was happening.


So thank you for that. I don't know who gave the FBI the new information, but you have helped greatly, whoever you are.

Seeing how this message arrived very violently, with a deranged lunatic showing up in my yard in Old Orchard Beach and lashing out at my pink motorhome, on multiple times between April 10, 2025 and May 10, 2025... I'm going to leave this message up on the top of the front page of my site.

I do not know who these people were (it was 4 men in construction/road worker yellow and orange vests - it appeared they were workers from the nearby train track construction that is going on in Biddeford - who decided to trespass in my yard on their lunch breaks - I don't know who these men are, nor do I know what caused them to show up, and most of the things they said are a lot of bizarre gibberish about the brown log cabin at 144 Portland Ave, next door to me, largely accusing me of owning it and owing some man they called "our friend Mark" money for a septic tank.

I also don't know anyone named Mark, but they act like they think I am supposed to know who this "Mark" is that they claim sent them over here. Clearly they have got me mixed up with someone else. But that does not make what they are doing any less terrifying.

My being a mute/none verbal low functioning autistic makes me unable to respond and they do not stay around long enough for me to write out an answer. I do not know how to make them understand they are threatening the wrong person.

Coming over here and threatening to "burn down the little brown log cabin while your family is inside" doesn't do a damned bit of good, because it is not MY "little brown log cabin" and the people who live there are NOT my family. You're threatening the wrong damned person you stupid retarded idiot. Plus I don't have a septic tank. I don't even know what you creeps are talking about!

If you know who these men are, or if you know who this "Mark" person is that they claim sent them over to harass me, please call FBI agent Andy Drewer and tell him everything you know.

please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

For some reason Don Cooliade is going around telling people he bought my "little blue cabin" (his phrase) from my father via a "bank forclosure". This is an absolutle lie. There was NO FORCLOSURE.

I have NEVER had a mortgage! My land was paid for in 1531... yes the year FIFTEEN THIRTY ONE. It's been passed down for nearly 500 years. I inherited it from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen in 1983.

THERE WAS NO FUCKING FORCLOSER ON MY LAND! And I don't know why Don cooliard is running around telling people there was!

I have NEVER had a loan! For ANYTHING! Ever! Not oncce in my entire life! I wouldn't even know where you would go to get a loan!

I don't know who the fuck Don colliard bought my land from or even WHEN it happend. I found out about it in 2021 when he suddenly built a house there - WHILE I WAS STILL FUCKING LIVING THERE IN MY TENT! The FBI says Don Cooliard claims to have bought my land from my father in 2006!

But in 2006 my dad was in a coma... for months... then over a year in the hospital recovering... so... Don cooliard most certainly DID NOT buy my land from my father... my father was dying in the hospital in 2006.

Whoever Don Cooliard bought my STOLEN land from, it was NOT my father.

My father says he has NEVER MEET Don Cooliard and he doesn't know who Don Cooliard is... even though Don Cooliard CLAIMS to be my father's cousin. My father is Kenneth Ricker Allen.

We don't know if Don Cooliard is telling the truth when he says he bought my land from my father... meaning the person who ILLEGALLY sold him my land LIED to him while PRETENDING to be my father... or is Don Cooliard lying and fully aware he bought stolen land and that it wasn't my father who sold it to him?

We simply do not know who is knowingly lying and who is simply repeating lies that were told to them.

All we know is that while my father was in a coma on full life support dying in the hospital, someone pretending to be my father stole a section off the side of my land and sold it to Don Cooliard, in 2006, but I did not find out about this fact until 2020 when Don Cooliard suddenly built a brown log cabin in my front yard.

As most evidance points to my Uncle Bruce and 2 of his adult children being behind ALL of this... it seems highly probable that it was my uncle Bruce whom Don Cooliard meet and was told was my father. It appears Don Cooliard was scammed as well. Scammed into buying land, that he had no legal right to buy, because the one selling it was not ME and I, Wendy Christine Allen, was the legal landowner, not my father or anyone else.

In any case, it makes Don Cooliard and his family also suspects of being involved in my son's murder, as central to my son's murder IS the permit for building a 27 unit condiminium, that was files at the Town Hall the SAME WEEK Don Cooliard bought my land... a condo, set to be built on my land, but that required ALL of my land, not just the one third of it that Don Cooliard bought.

Do remember, that Don Colliard bought the land, only a FEW WEEKS after a BOMB BLEW UP THE BLUE HOUSE... and MY SON WAS MURDERED only a few weeks after the backhoe drove over the yellow house.

Meeaning YES, Don Cooliard and everyone connected to the "little brown log cabin" IS a suspect of the FBI for potential involvment in

- The October 16, 2006 bomb of the blue house that ALMOST KILLED ME because I was asleep in the house when the bomb went off

- the August 8, 2013 backhoe driving over the yellow house, that WOULD HAVE KILLED ME had I not taken a last minute shift at work and not been home asleep in bed inside the house when the backhoe arrived - I'd be at the bottom of a landfill WITH my yellow house right now had I not been unexpectied NOT home that day

- the November 14, 2013 murder of my son and the attempted murder of me that left me in my current crippled state

Beyond that, the FBI has also discovered 27 credit cards in my name, all maxed out to ranges of $10k to $200k... and yet, I have NEVER in my entire life had a credit card! I wouldn't even know how to use a credit card!

The FBI now says they've also found over twenty car reposessions in my name! what the ffuck? I've owned 1 Dodge 330 (paid $5 cash in 1980), 1 Dodge sportsman (paid $2k cash in 2013), 1 Volvo (paid $600 cash in 2006), and THAT's IT in my entire life... and I still own all three of those cars!

FBI has also found CMP bills in my name. What the fuck? I've never had electricity in my entire life, I can't afford to have a line brought in!

Who the fuck is doing these things?

But if THAT little brown log cabin is the one you are talking about... the one you claim, owes you money... honey... that little brown log cabin was ILLEGALLY BUILT on my land... land that was ILLEGALLY STOLEN... so... if some scam artist built that little brown log cabin without paying you... I'm not surprised, because some scam artist put that l;ittle brown log cabin up ILLEGALLY on my land, and that litle brown log cabin being built was HOW I found out my land was stolen... so you ain't the only one being scammed here... and if you ever do find out who is scamming you, I'd love to know, because they're probably the same damned fucking bastard who stole my land and put that little brown log cabin on it!

In any case, whoever it is that scammed YOU out of money for a septic system... it wasn't me, because I don't have a septic system, and whoever it is who scammed you into building a "a little brown log cabin" and not paying, again, it wasn't me, and you REALLY need to figure out who it is you want to be talking to, because next time you show up here to yell at me about "a septic tank" and "a little brown log cabin" I'm gonna have the FBI haul you off.

I'm kind of a little bit busy trying to

A: regain the use of my arms and legs and

B: find my son's murderer,

so I certainly don't have time to worry about who stole your money. And since it looks like whoever stole your money is probably connected to my son's murder, you should probably consider contacting the FBI aget in charge of my son's murder and tell him, your complains about the "septic tank" and "the little brown log cabin" maybe finding out who scammed you, will help find my son's murderer at the same time.

you can call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Yes, I am aware no one online knew I was a wheelchair user - its because I don't feel a need to talk about my disabilities. and yes, know, no one online knew I was mute, because again, I don't talk about my disabilities. And yes, I know, no one online knew I was born blind, because again, I feel no need to talk about it.

So why talk about it now?

Because, there is someone LOCAL, offline, going around old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine, CLAIMING to be me, someone, who is NOT in a wheelchair, NOT mute, and NOT blind, and most people THOUGH she was me, because most people were unaware I was in a wheelchair, mute, and blind.

And in May 2025, she showed at the house of someone who really does know me, and knew she wasn't me, and alerted me to what was going on. If a woman who is capable of walking, capable of speaking, or capable of seeing, shows up at your house claiming to be me - call your local police, because she is NOT me. She's also, I'm told claiming to be "EelKat". I am NOT EelKat. EelKat is a fictional character from my novels - she is a talking space cat from Planet Ptarmagin, who travels the galaxy collecting space eels.

I NEVER call myself EelKat.

I am and WENDY.

I also never call my homeless friend ETIOLE, and I never call my car The GOLDENEAGLE.

Etiole, is another fictional character from my novels, he is a silverskinned merman, and his title is Captain Goldeneagle, as he is the a pilot of EelKat's starship. I write novels and this person, whoever it is, seems to not be able to tell the difference between fictional novels and reality.

Whoever this is who is going around pretending to be me, clearly does not know me, otherwise they would know I'm in a wheelchair, am mute, and am blind, AND they would know I am not EelKat, my friend is not Etiole, and my car is not the Goldeneagle.

I find it deeply concerning that someone is doing this. I don't long it's been happening, as I've not had contact with ANYONE -not friends, not family, no one, since 2013, when my son was murdered, the same day I was crippled and paralized from a broken spine - and I've spent the 11 years since relearning to walk. I'm only just starting to stand up and move around again the past couple of months, and I'm finding out that in those 11 years while I was paralized, and also NO online either, someone has been working over time in creating hundreds of online accounts with various versions of "eelkat" (eeelkat, eiikat, realeelkat, ect) and claiming to be me, claiming to be an alien abductee, claiming my car is haunted, claiming my homeless friend is an alien... all things I neither claim nor believe, and NOW I'm finding out, not only have they been impersonating me online with this massive slander campaign, now I'm finding out, they've been doing it locally offline too.

The FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation, says he believes it's the woman who murdered my son, and/or her friends or relatives doing it.

I have no clue. But I'm not happy one bit to find out someone has been doing these things while I've been spending the last 11 years recovering from a broken spine.


NO! Us being Gypsies doesn't give your white asses the right to do these things!

No! Your claim that Stephen King TOLD YOU TO DO IT, also doesn't give you the right to do it!

NO! I don't care how many tv show interviews Stephen King did giving MY HOME ADDRESS out on national television, that STILL doesn't give you to right to show up here in my yard!

No! Witches are not real - learn to tell the difference between fiction and reality!

No! haunted cars do not exist! Get your head out of fiction and start paying attention to the real world world for a change!

No! spell casting and curses are not real, stop being a fucking fantasy prone retard and learn the difference between what is real and what's not!

Stay out of my yard, get away from my cars, stop trespassing on my farm, leave my family alone... 

GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES!

I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass Stephen King questions! Stop harassing me! The Stephen King rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about Stephen King! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!


I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass gay hating agendas! Stop harassing me! The gay Erotica rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about gay rights! I didn't even know what the word gay ment before the police told me in 2015! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!


I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass haunted car questions! Stop harassing me! The Golden Eagle is a Merman character from my books, it's NOT the name of my car! My car is not haunted! The Goldeneagle rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about my car! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass amphibious aliens questions! Stop harassing me! The rumors that my homeless veteran friend is an alien were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about my friend, nor about aliens or demons or cryptids or whatever other stupid thing you are calling him! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!


I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass witch accusations! I'm a Mormon! I'm not a witch! Stop harassing me! The rumors that my being a witch were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

As there seems to be quite a few people claiming that someone talked to them, while claiming to be representing me and speaking on my behalf, I will say it again:

TRUST NO ONE who claims to be my representative: NO ONE.

ESPECALLY NOT my parents or Ben or anyone calling themselves an Atwater.

I NEVER have a "go between".

I do EVERYTHING face to face in person.

If you did NOT talk to ME IN PERSON FACE TO FACE, you did NOT get my permission for ANYTHING.

There is NO representative or agaent or any other type of person who "speaks for me" or "speaks on my behalf" and ANYONE telling you they are such a person is a SCAM ARTIST who is pulling a scam on you!

There has NEVER been such a person EVER in my entire life!

Whomever it is you are talking to who is telling you they represent me: THEY ARE LYING TO YOU AND YOU HAVE BEEN DECIEVED BY THEM! Report them to the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder.

And as one person said Ben is going around saying he is such a person... NO, he is NOT!

Ben is a gay hating prick who DOES NOT speak on my behalf. He has an extreme toxic hatred for the gay character of my novels and a nasty habit of going behind my back, to work up his fellow gay-haters into frenzies, which result in vandalism of my yard and harassment of my family. INCLUDING - he is the FBI's 3 primary suspect for being the one who hired the backhoe driver who drove over my house, for being the one who told the gold club woman where I would be the night she murdered HIS 8 month old infant son and crippled his WIFE, me.

There is evidence, which came forward in 2025, that suggests Ben is the one who hired the backhoe driver to drive over our house, BECAUSE we had just finished building a baby room on the back, and he, Ben, didn't want the baby, so hired the backhoe to destroy the house and erase evidence that he had a son.

There is evidence, that Ben was involved in the golf club woman as well.

In fact there's a LOT of evidence, that Ben has been paying a LOT of people, to do a lot of the vandalism and harassment.

There is a LOT of evidence that Ben is working very hard to erase all evidence that he ever had a son, and is going out of his way to gaslight everyone around me, to try to make them forget I had a son.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is going around behind my back, trying to sell my land.

There is a lot of evidence that the part of my land that was cut off, STOLEN, and sold to Don Cooliard, was actually done by Ben.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is the one going around telling people my Dodge is haunted.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is the one starting and spreading the rumours of Etiole being an alien and demon.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is the one starting and spreading the Stephen King rumours.

There is a lot of evidence, that Ben is the one doing everything.

In June 2024, I drove to a state park, one I'd never been to before. It's not where I was going. I happened to see it as I was driving by to somewhere else. It was free to go in, so I figured it'd be a good place to stop, let my dog get a drink, and walk around for a few minutes to pee, before continuing on our drive. In that park is a waterfall. I took a picture of my dog by the waterfall, and sent it to Ben. No text, no words, nothing to say where we were. It took 20 minutes to walk from the parking lot to the waterfall. And another 20 minutes to get back to the car after taking the picture and sending it to Ben. By the time I got to my car, the blond golf club woman was there sitting beside my car, waiting for me. No one but Ben knew I was there.

In November 2024, I mentioned in a text, the name of some very obscure politician, asking Ben if he knew who that was. In less then ten minutes, and entire gangs of strangers showed up, surrounded by Dad's apartment, pounding on the windows, chanting that politician's name. 

May 2025. I send Ben a text, ask him, if he can drive me to WalMart, as I was hurting to much to drive. He asked why. My response: "To buy fabric for a costume for PortCon." It takes Ben 30 minutes to get here, I walk my dog before I leave, less then 5 minutes have passed since I texted Ben. When I get down by the road with my dog, woman is standing in my driveway yelling: "I hear your going to PortCon this year, bitch! You better not go to PortCon this year, bitch!" The text to Ben, was the first and only time I had mentioned PortCon to anyone in over a year, because I had previously said I would not be going in 2025.

November 14, 2013: I had declared, weeks prior, to everyone, I would not be attending Phi Theta Cappa, because Ben would not allow it, as it was on a Sunday. Fifteen minutes before it started, I got in the car and drove to the college. I told only 3 people: Ben, my father, and my mother who was living with Wayne at the time. No one else knew I was gonna be there. The golf club woman was waiting for me. She paralized me and murdered my son.

And now 11 years later, I'm finding out, Ben has been telling people that my injuries were caused by falling on the ice in Biddeford, in February, months after the injury actually occurred. Why? Why is he doing that? Why is he lying about how I got injured?

I've also found out, that nearly every injury I've ever had...Ben tells his friend that it's my father who has those injuries. Why? Why is he doing that?

Ben keeps my wheelchair locked in his attaic so I rarely have access to using it. I've now found out, he's been telling people it's my father's wheelchair. But, my father's never had a wheelchair.

Pictures of my meals, food I have cooked, keep showing up online, Ben in the only person who has access to taking those pictures.

In 2014 and 2015, while I was paralized, my arms and my legs, someone hacked several of my social media accounts, most notably KBoards and Twitter. On KBoards they went through my posting history and rewrote everything into wild rambling gibberish about aliens, ufos, and demons... my posts were articles of how to write Gay Romance novels, Monster Porn novels, and self publish them on Amazon KDP... and suddenly all my articles were gone and replaced with crazy conspiracy theory shit, that had nothing to do with writing novels or self publishing at all. And it was not until 2015 that I found out about it and contacted KBoards and they locked the account and removed those posts on my request.

While over on Twitter, bizarre posts showed up: notably a LOT of posts mentioning the names of people I never heard of and to this day I still have no clue who they are. I found out about the Twitter hack in 2016, when the person named showed up... a threatened to kill me with what he called his "gopher gun", which appeared to be an old style sawed off shot gun, he was waving it over his head.

We never did find out who hacked my KBoards and Twitter accounts, but there was a lot of evidence to it being Ben. The ISPN came from the Biddeford MacArthur Library, so one did it from a local public access computer.

And, prior to April 2025, I have not had contact with my mother in over TWO DECADES.

Ben IS the high priest. And he is the ONLY ONE who knew where I was when the golf club woman returned to attack yet again July 2024, 2 weeks ago. Do NOT trust him. 

Do NOT trust Ben. He has been the biggest proponent in attempts to shut down the FBI murder investigate, including he is behind attempts to shut down this very website you are reading right now.

He lies to people telling them I am not his wife, something I have been since August 13, 1987. (I was born in 1975. He was born in 1949. You do the math. THAT is why he lies about having a wife.)

He tells people he has no son.

He tells people I was never pregnant.

In spite of his paying all my hospital bills with cash, he tells people I am not bedridden.

He tells people the FBI investigation is about the 10 cats the police confiscated from my mother.

He tells people the ten cats were mine.

The cats were my mother's, not mine.

The cat investigation was my mother, not me.

The cat investigation was the local police, not the FBI.

The FBI investigation was already going for several years before the cats even existed.

He lies a LOT.

An important thing to note here, is while USUALLY Ben denies there was ever a baby at all... SOMETIMES... this is the important part, the part that makes the FBI believe Ben hired the backhoe driver, and the golf club woman:

  • SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that fallen angel Etiole was."


  • SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that alien grey Etiole was."


  • SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that Satan's demon Etiole was."

I'll explain why that's significant in a minute.

He's been caught in a lot of lies now, to a lot of people, about a lot of things. In fact, it's starting tolook like he's NEVER told to truth to ANYONE about ANYTHING, ever.

And chances are high, if Ben is the one telling you he speaks on my behalf, that EVERYTHING he gave you permission to do: you are doing ILLEGALLY and WITHOUT my prior knowledge or permission. AND you are likely being used by Ben as a pawn to bury evidence of his son's murder.

If Ben is telling you, you have my permission to do something: know that the permission he gave you, DID NOT come from me, and you just got yourself on the FBI's suspect list, for being involved in the ongoing anti-gay harassment of my family which resulted in my son's murder.

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I’ve always been very vocal about my beliefs and boy does that piss a lot of people off, but, hell, I’m not going to change how I feel just to gain a few extra views.

My writing has always been controversial, because my main character is a trans man (born female, lives as a male) and I started the series in 1978, it celebrates its 50th anniversary in 2028, 4 years from now. But weirdly, it remained largely ignored by LGBTQ haters, until 2013, just 11 years ago, when a local pastor found out I not only wrote gay romance, but with a trans main character.

And now the last few months because trans topics are in the news lately, I’m suddenly getting hate from family, including my husband.

My husband, whom I’ve been with since 1987, and and who was fully aware I wrote gay romance, a thing I had been doing over a decade before I met him, has suddenly after three decades of being okay with what I wrote, suddenly has been screaming and yelling and flinging ultimatums around demanding I stop writing a series I have been writing for nearly five decades, because as he puts it, it’s an embarrassment to him, his friends, his family, and his church… oddly the friends he’s referring to are people he met at a Trump MAGA rally less than a year ago, and he’s threatening divorce just to keep up appearances with a “god hates fag’s” group he’s started going to protests with.

What the hell?

You DO realize that it is HIS OWN SON who was murdered by a gang of fucking “God Hates Fags” jackasses who mistook me for being male to female transgender while I was 8 months pregnant, right?

And now he’s joined forces with the VERY SAME FUCKING GROUP that murdered his son?

His 8 month old infant son was MURDERED , his head bashed in with a golf club— while they were screaming that I was a gay Erotica write, something that anyone who has ever ACTUALLY READ my books, is fully aware I am not — I’ve never written a sex scene in my life — and yet he himself now calls my books gay Erotica, my own Husband who has hundreds of paperback copies of my books laying around everywhere, he could pick them up and read them himself… but no, he’d rather LIE about what I write, to show off to his fucking gay hating friends…

One friend in particular - one friend who Ben was with November 14, 2013, whom Ben was with April 10, 2015, and whom Ben was with 2 weeks ago, when Claire showed up again... it is VERY CLEAR that that friend, is a friend of Claire's, and ANYTHING you tell Ben, goes straight to Claire...the golf club woman who murdered his son.

His 8 month old infant son was MURDERED , his head bashed in with a golf club-by members of the very same vile, scum bag hate group, that he is now proudly a member of.

Trust NOTHING Ben says, because he's a fucking backstabbing traitor, who will do anything to cover up all evidence of his own son's murder, and I do not know why.


If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Some points to consider:

-Ben is a UFOlogist; I know nothing about UFOs

-the UFO rumours are being started by Ben and his friends Rick, Larry, and Dave - the FBI has found plenty of evidance of this, including that it is Ben and his friends whom have been posting the UFO bullshit about me online.

-Ben believes in aliens; I do not

-the alien rumours are being started by Ben and his friends Rick, Larry, and Dave - the FBI has found plenty of evidance of this, including that it is Ben and his friends whom have been posting the alien bullshit about me online.

-Ben calls Etiole an alien and a demon; I do not

-Ben has forced me to have DNA tests done to prove that I am not a demon; Ben, his friends, and several of my Atwater uncles, all fully believe I am not a Human, claim I was changed by a Demon, claim the Human child was stolen and replaced with a demon, and claim, that the DNA company who did the DNA testing they forced me to have in 2019, was working for Satan and tampered with the DNA test results; Ben, his friends Rick, Dave, and Larry, and several of my Atwater uncles are very that the DNA test results showed, that not only am I Human, but also, I'm far more BLACK then I am white... this would be due to my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater who was 50% Native American and 50% Black - he mother was a prostitute in Portland, Maine in the late 1880s to 1920s, and her father was a Black man from Hati. He is NOT the man the Atwaters list as her father. The man the Atwaters list as Eva's father, was in fact her older sister's father, and is only Eva's step-father, he is not her biological father. The Black man from Hati is Eva's biological father. We do not know his name because the Atwaters, destroyed all documents related to him. In any case, Ben forced me to be DNA tested in 2019 because he wanted to prove to the Sanford Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints, that I was a DEMON and the DNA test results proved I was a Human instead, and since 2021, Ben, his friends Rick, Larry, and Dave, along with several of my Atwater uncles - have taken to massive levels of slandering me and the homeless friend who I let live in my 1964 Dodge 330, Demons, while raving that the DNA company tampered with results.

aka:

_Ben had me DNA tested in 2019, in an attempt to try to convince people at his church, that I was a demon

-but the test results proved I was a Human, so he accused the DNA testing company of being demons working for Satan, and accused them of tampering with the test results, to cover up my being a Demon, to deliberatly decieve him.

-side note: this is the same guy who 3 years in a row ran around PortConMaine convention accusing people in costumes of being Demons, and claimed they were that demons had told them what costums to wear in order to manifest more demons.

I've been going to Portcon comic convention for almost every year since it started, and never once was i harassed, until the first time ben went, and i got cornered by a gang of his sanfard ward church friends. and they did it again the following year. portcon by the way, lost it's contract with the Maine Mall and has to move in 2026, because of the massive gang of religion crazed hoodlums who stormed the Maine Mall during portcon 2023 to vandalize round 1 and beat up cosplayers. those were ben's friends from the sanfard ward church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints who did that...

they went around chanting "god hates fags!" and yelling racist slurs at black people and asian people and were stuffing "repeat sinner!" bible tracks in everyone's coat pockets and backpacks. they were hitting and pushing (to hurt them aka pushing them off the side walk in front of cars on the big road in front of the maine mall) anyone they thought was gay or transgender while yelling anti-trans and anti-gay hate slurs.

after they left portcon 2023, they went to my dad's apartment and poisoned my dog mickie who died the following day.

that's the kind of friend ben keeps.

-Ben believes in demons; I do not

-Ben believes in demons, and so don't his creepy ass church friends

-Ben believes my car is haunted; I do not

-Ben went to school with Stephen King in 1968; I did not, I was not born yet in 1968

-Ben knows Stephen King, they went to Southern Maine University together in 1968 a full decade before I was even born; I have never met Stephen King, though one of my uncles and 23 of my cousins are in fact the squaters in Bangor that are constantly on the news about how Stephen King is dealing with a group of deranged squaters - those squarters who keep landing in Stephen King's yard - those would be the same same Atwater uncles who call my car haunted, claim I am a demon, claim my homeless friend is  an alien, and are friends with Ben, and forced me to have the DNA testing - THEY are the ones obsessed with Stephen King and spreading rumors about my car being connected to Stephen King

-Ben and Stephen King went to Southern Maine University together in 1968

I went to Southern Maine Community College in 2013; not the same college at all

-Ben is obsessed with Stephen King; I am not

-Ben watches all of Stephen King's movies; I have never seen a Stephen King movie

-Ben is a cryptozoologist; I know nothing about cryptids

99.99% of the stuff that people attribute to me, is stuff that BEN does and believes, and stuff that I do NOT do and do NOT believe

-there is considerable evidence that the person attributing those things to me, IS in fact Ben himself

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

TRUST NO ONE who claims to be my representative: NO ONE.

ESPECALLY NOT my parents or Ben or anyone calling themselves an Atwater.

I NEVER have a "go between".

I do EVERYTHING face to face in person.

If you did NOT talk to ME IN PERSON FACE TO FACE, you did NOT get my permission for ANYTHING.

I NEVER wear pants. I ALWAYS wear antique mumu and kimono that my grandmother gave me.
I always wear a scarf, veil, or hijab

I am crippled, I ALWAYS have a cane, walker, rollator, or wheelchair; I can not walk or run.

I am MUTE. You CAN NOT talk to me, you have to WAIT for me to WRITE MY RESPONCE on a notebook.

I am legally blind... I always wear dark glassed to block out light, because my eyes are hyper sensitive to light; when you talk to me I look at YOUR VOICE not your face, because I am BLIND and I can not see your face.

These people you say you are talking to? It is VERY EASY to prove they are not me, both in how I dress, and by my physical deformities, and my physical disabilities.

There is NO representative or agent or any other type of person who "speaks for me" or "speaks on my behalf" and ANYONE telling you they are such a person is a SCAM ARTIST who is pulling a scam on you!

There has NEVER been such a person EVER in my entire life!

Whomever it is you are talking to who is telling you they represent me: THEY ARE LYING TO YOU AND YOU HAVE BEEN DECIEVED BY THEM! Report them to the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder.

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

For those who don’t know, Ben has D.I.D. (Dissociative Identity Disorder sometimes referred to as Multiple Personality Disorder, at least 7 persons known of so far, none of them has any memory or knowledge of any of the others, nor believes in the existence of any of the others - even when shown video footage of each other; most prominent are one who calls himself “The High Priest” and one who calls himself “The UFOlogist”) and Schizophrenia and won't take meds.

Ben has manic episodes where he thinks everyone around him is a Demon, believes cars are haunted by ghosts or aliens, has convinced himself that I am an alien abductee and can't be trusted because I side with "the greys",.... totally wild endless demon and alien filled delusions that just make him really had to live with but he ain't got no one else who will put up with him. It is “The High Priest” who usually is the one having “demon encounters” and it is “The UFOlogist” who most often has a alien/UFO encounters.

Both are nightmares to be around and it has reached a point where I will not set foot in the same building with him, if he is in “High Priest” or “UFOlogist” mode, due to “The High Priest” is a violent woman hating misogynist who wouldn’t think twice about beating the shit out of any female who dared exist within a mile of him…simply because ALL females are literal demons from Hell, according to him, and he believes NO female has the right to exist.

The “High Priest” has gotten progressively more violent in recent years, and has started “preaching” wild megalomaniactic “god hates fags” (Westborough Baptist Church) doctrine, has started attending something he terms as "anti-gay "rallies" and has become very mean and hateful to my gay friends, my trans best friend (whom people refer to as “Etiole”, and my trans sibling.

Ben's "High Priest" persona is EXCEPTIONALLY MEAN, VERY full of 100% HATRED for all things: female, gay, or trans. he raves and rants his hatred for them all the time. I don't like being near Ben when he is in high priest mode, because he is very mean and scary then.

Ben, in any of his other personas, is tame, calm, docile, kind... but The High priest is deranged, raving and ranting, hateful, and I don't fell nothing even remotly close to being safe around him in high priest mode. Ben's High Priest persona is a terrifying power crazed hater of everything.

And the stuff the FBI has uncovered, it looks like it is Ben's "high priest" persona who has been doing a lot of this stuff with the vandalism, the harassment, the murder of our son, spreading the alien rumours, spreading the Stephen King rumours... EVERYTHING is all linking back to Ben and his friend Rick.

I've been married to Ben since I was 8 years old, a thing I had no choice in, so I've been with him for 42 years now, and I've always been terrified of his "high priest" alt ego, but, I've also never been allowed out of that room that I was kept in for 28 years since I was 8 years old. I only first had contact with people outsside of the Atwater family for the first time in my life in 2010 when Ben was in Wales and I snuck out and got my driver's lisnce, GED, and started college.

I had never seen a single Human who was not part of the Atwater Clan before 2010. 

Even still now in 2025, I've only had face to face contact with none Atwater humans less then a hundred times.

I wasn't evemn in college long enough to start taking the regular class.

Because I had zero education at all, I had to be taught everything right from Kindergarten level, at age 31... the entire of 2010, 2011, and 2012 in college, that was all just taking K5, grade 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 remindial classes... and I had only just started my first math class in 2013 the semester of the golf club attack, so I have not yet learned numbers and counting or addition or clocks or measurments yet.

I wasn't even in college long enough to learn numbers and counting!


And the FBI is saying now, they think it was Ben and his friend Rick who were behind all of the golf club woman too, because the FBI said, the stuff that happened to me in 2013 at the college, they said same things happened to Rick's wife in 2016 in Utah. And the FBI says Ben was paying Rick three thousand dollars a month from 2013 through 2015. The FBI says, they think Rick and Ben planned to get rid of their wives and, they think Ben thought it was a joke but Rick was serious, and they said that Ben was complaining to a lot of people in 2013 that he really hated the idea of me in college.

I am so confused about all of it. 

As for the guy people call "Etiole", I don't call him "Etiole", Ben does.

I don't believe "Etiole" is an alien. Ben does.

I don't believe in aliens at all. Ben does.

I don't believe in ghosts or hauntings. Ben does.

I don't believe in ufos. Ben does.

I don't believe in demons. Ben does.

I never told anyone, either online or offline about "Etiole". except Ben. Which means ALL the information being posted online about "Etiole", on podcasts, of Coast to Coast AM Radio Station, on YouTube videos... ALL of it, was sourced from Ben. And we did learn, that it was Ben's fellow high priest from the Sanfard Ward Church who did the Coast to Coast AM Raido interview in September of 2021. We found out in September of 2024, when Coast to Coast Radio drove their entire mega-sized box-truck Radio station on wheels here to Maine to interview me, and I had no clue this radio station even existed or that they had been for several years now doing a series of segments about me, my so called "haunted car", and my friend "Etiole".

And Coast to Coast  said they thought I knew, in fact, they thought I had been sending people to them, and they thought I was expecting them to show up, because according to them, it's a lot of people who know me, or rather claim to know me... it's a lot of people I never heard of, but are on the church member rousters on Ben's Saco and Sanford churches... oh... they gave me a list. Several "Atwaters" have been calling in giving Coast too Coast interviews about me, Rick, some guy named Todd who I found out was the Bishop's grandson... a lot of people, who are friends when,, BEN, not me... I don't go to the same church Ben does. I am a member of the Cape Elizabeth Church of ?Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints. I have never attended the Saco Ward church at all, not once in my entire life, and I've only ever visited the Sabnfard Ward church fewer then a dozen times in my entire life. Ben was High Priest in Saco Ward Church and Sanfard Ward Church. The people in those two churches are Ben's friends, not mine.

And I'm left to wonder, how many people gave those interviews because they actually believede the bull shit alien and ufo and haunted car lies they were spewing about me.... vs how many of them were just fucking saying whatever they were paid to say?

FBI says Ben was paying Rick $3k a month.

What the fuck?


When asked, Ben says "I never posted anything online, I never contacted Coast to Coast"... no... but I but all his friends did... DOZENS of his friends from multiple churches... and Ben was the ONLY person I ever mentioned "Etiole" to. Ben turns out to be a fucking gossip... as we've now found FIVE different NONE-MORMON Churches that he ALSO ran around blabbing about "etiole", "aliens", "demons", and "haunted cars" to.

There are women in those interviews, who claim, "Etiole" raped them.... uh... yeah... about that... "Etiole" is transgender. He's a transman. That means he is biologically female, has a vagina, not a penis, and is actually a cis-woman living as a man. "Etiole" was a Jewish World War 2 fighter pilot from France, a part of some group called "sky witches" or something, I'm not sure, it's what "Etiole" called it. I don't know anything about WW2 history and I've never looked up his story... she was tortured in a concentration camp, severely scarred and burned. Was on a ship of refugees that arrived in Old Orchard Beach in 1953, and was immediately bullied by locals because, she literally has no skin, it's was peeled off because she had tattoos. So she ran out into the woods, the Ross Forest, started living as a man, and has been a hermit roaming all over the forests of Maine ever since. 

SHE.

Etiole is biologically a female, not a male.

Etiole is a transman.

Let me repeat this part from before:


An important thing to note here, is while USUALLY Ben denies there was ever a baby at all... SOMETIMES... this is the important part, the part that makes the FBI believe Ben hired the backhoe driver, and the golf club woman:

  • SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that fallen angel Etiole was."


  • SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that alien grey Etiole was."


  • SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that Satan's demon Etiole was."


Ben HATES "Etiole". He's never made a secret of that.

I've had 7 miscarriages, because I have endometriosis, so it's very difficult for me to carry a pregnancy full term.

Ben has never cared about any of the babies. Ever.

He's never been sad or upset when the miscarriage happened.

All of them happened before I was 17, because after I turned 18, I found I as an adult had rights I didn't have as a child, including, the right to say no to sex.

Ben convinced himself that "Etiole" was the father of the baby, and the FBI believes that to be the motive behind the backhoe being paid to drive over my house, just days after we finished adding a baby room to the back of the house.

But also... I was removed from public school,when I was 8 years old, the same year I became Ben's wife, and to this day, I don't know why I was removed from school. I have almost no memories of the event.

My never having gone to school, past eight years old, SEEMED to be my parents doing, but in recent months the FBI has uncovered a lot that would indicate it was in fact Ben, who was the one who did not want me in school.

In 2010, three things happened, and Ben had a meltdown both times: 

  • I got a driver's license...at age 35.


  • I secretly went to night school at the Old Orchard Beach High School and got my GED...at age 35.


  • I enrolled in college...at age 35

I did all of this while Ben was overseas in Wales and, I for the first time in my entire life, had freedom to do things without Ben lording over my every move.

And the entire time I was in college, Ben continually kept showing up, coming into class and stomping around mad. Several times the teachers had to call security to take him out.

He started showing up at study hall and having crazed white power anti-black meltdowns at my study partner, a Black man from Ghana, named Pius.

And then I did the unthinkable: I got a job. An evil thing for little female me to do. Nearly as evil as female me, driving a car, and almost as evil as female me getting an education.

Ben started showing up at work. Macy's at the Maine Mall, RGIS at various places, and HallMark Greeting Cards, again at various places.

He went full stalker mode. Not allowing me to go to college or work, without him. Showing up and having meltdowns if I just got in my car and drove to class or work like a any sane normal person would do.

It started to become very clear that it was Ben, and not my parents whom had removed me from public school at 8 years old, and it that's when I started missing classes... because someone cut the break lines on my car, 7 different times, the power steering line three different times; on four different occasions my tires were slashed; once someone poured etching fluid on my windshield and had to be replaced.

Another time, Ben simply removed the driver's seat from my car amnd hid it in a storage unit.

These things happened every few days for three years 2010 to 2013... and ended when on November 14, 2013, our son was murdered and I was left crippled and in a wheelchair by a woman wielding a golf club... whom the FBI believes Ben hired, because Ben was so enraged that I, a lowly female, had dared defy him, a dominate male, a learn to read and write.

The FBI believes Ben WANTED me crippled and in a wheelchair, so that I couldn't get out of his overly posessive sight ever again.

The FBI believes Ben started the rumours about "etiole" being a demon, my Dodge being haunted, the Stephen King rumors, and "Etiole" being the baby Xavier's father... ALL as a way to gaslight people into forgetting there was a baby, ALL to use "etiole" as a scapegoat, and ALL to punish me, a female, for committing the sin of trying to have and education and get a job.

The FBI believes my son was murdered because I was a female to defied males by learning to read and write.

So what about "Etiole"? Who is he?

He's not an alien.

He's not a demon.

He's a servery traumatized WW2 veteran. Who has an uncanny ability to predict death.

Every once in a while 4 or 5 times a year "Etiole" will randomly leave the woods, and seek out someone to tell vision he had to. Most people never believe him. I did believe, so he started coming and telling me every time, because I was the only person who would sit down and listen to him. He's never been wrong. Not once in 50 years. I don’t have an explanation for how he sees or knows things before they happen. But he's never been wrong.

And THAT is where the alien and demon rumours come from.

Every warning "Etiole" has ever given me has happened within 30 days of him saying it would. But in every case, the warning he gave, came to pass in less than 30 days, and every person I told, violently turned on me, accusing me of being a witch, him of being a demon, and both of us of casting curses. 

His messages are not cryptic. They are very highly detailed. Exact person, exact events, exact location…and that is the problem. I know exactly what will happen, to who, how, by whom, and when… and, I was only an eight year old child, in the early days, so I didn't know NOT to tell adults, what "Etiole" had told me... and I told my husband, because who else is an eight year old child going to tell.

Yeah, let that sink in for a minute.

Ben's immediate response was to tell me, his eight year old wife, that I had encountered a demon. I took Ben into the woods to meet "Etiole" and Ben stood there face to face with "Etiole" and said there was nothing there. "Etiole" tried to shake Ben's hand. Ben put his hands behind his back, stared up at the clouds and said: "Nope. I don't believe it. There's nothing there."

Ben has encountered "Etiole" dozens of times, and has responded this exact same way every time.

Ben is the one who started telling people "Etiole" was my "imaginary friend". By the time I was twelve, Ben had started telling people that "Etiole" was "an alien grey", a thing he was bragging about throughout the 1980s at the Cape Elizabeth Church.

In the early 1990s, a local Wicca Coven started attended the Cape Elizabeth Church. They were from that little "village" across the street from JoAnn's fabric. The missionaries had brought them. They attended church services every week for about a year before one by one they all returned to their Wicca coven and declared they didn't want to become Mormons. Ben, who was mission president's assistant at the time, had a total meltdown over it. And suddenly, started calling 90% of all females he encountered "witches", including me, even though I knew absolutely nothing about witchcraft.

He started weekly dragging me to the state presidents office demanding I "confess my sins of witchcraft". Two different Stake Presidents (first Seymore and then Earnshaw) kept reminding Ben that Mormons aren't Catholics and don't have confession, but Ben would hear nothing of it. He started telling them about "Etiole" at that point Ben was calling "Etiole" "a demon familiar".And we was still driving the 1964 Dodge 330 as our daily driver back then too. "Etiole" had not yet started living in it.

When the 1964 Dodge 330 stopped running, I gave "Etiole" a key to it, so he could sleep in it at night, because he was homeless, and often getting sick from sleeping outside in the rain. I was not yet a teenage, either, and had been married to Ben more then half my life already.

Ben is constantly preaching we should help the homeless, so, I saw no reason why I could not let my homeless friend sleep in my car at night... ten year old logic. 

Ben, started saying my Dodge was haunted, a few weeks after I started letting "Etiole" sleep in it at night.

In the early days Ben said it was a "demon" living in the car, but around the time of my turning fourteen, he started saying it was "an alien grey" living in the car. He now goes back and forth between the two, sometimes saying "alien", sometimes saying "demon."

if I tell any one, I will, as has happened over two hundred times in the last fifty years, be blamed for using witchcraft to cause it.

If I tell anyone and say he’s the one who told me, he will, as has happened over two hundred times in the last fifty years, be accused of being a demon and blamed for causing it.

He had predicted April 10, 2015, on March 31, 2015, with vivid accuracy. And the entire internet has seen what was done to me and him, by the person primarily involved with April 10, 2015.

August 8, 2013, a backhoe was driven over my house, 3 days after a prediction he made, came true. November 14, 2013, my 8 month old month old son was murdered and I was paralized, and today still not yet recovered, because a week prior, another of his predictions had come true. May 10, 2010, my car was cut in half, the 1964 Dodge 330 that he was living in, cut in half by a deranged group of women from the saco Ward Chrurch of Juesus Christ of Later Day Saints (Ben's church, not mine) who in arrived in my yard armed with chainsaws and chanting “kill the car, kill the demon” they decimated my, while trying to kill him, because 12 days earlier a child died in a bathtub while it’s mother was on the phone, less then a week, after he walked into that church and told all of them, not to leave a child unattended in a bathtub, one would drown before the week was out it they did.

NOTE that my 1964 Dodge 330 was cut in half, in May 2010... a few weeks after I started college in February 2010... which is why the FBI further believes Ben to be the instigator of EVERYTHING. EVERY SINGLE act of violence.


The FBI says Ben "has more money then he knows what to do with" and they say too that Ben "thinks he can buy anyone" and the FBI also says that Ben HAS BEEN going around handing out very large wads of cash to a suspicious amount of people who might otherwise have come forward with evidence about my son's murder, had Ben not been in the habit of paying them hundreds of dollars, quite regular, in cash.

As for why "etiole" was targeted as the scapegoat of all this: "Etiole" predicts death. Deaths that can be avoided. Deaths that won’t happen, if his warning is heeded. He's admittingly, somewhat crazy sounding when you talk to him, and evil people like to take advantage of people they deem "crazy", like "Etiole"

"Etiole" predicts death with vivid accuracy. And that’s why all the locals are scared shitless of him. Because he’s a hermit, who almost never comes out of the woods, rarely is seen even in the forest, and only ever comes out in public, when he’s had a vision and tries to help people, tries to prevent that vision from happening. But he’s always ignored. He’s been doing this since the 1950s, several decades before I was born.

I’ve seen, time and time again, how incredibly accurate his predictions are. And because I believed him, I have many times tried to warn people “He says ___ is going to happen, you need to not do ___ within the next 30 days.”

The problem is, just simply that, no one ever believes him, no one has ever believed me either… BUT… because I’ve “predicted” with vivid accuracy, over 200 deaths in the last 50 years, via forwarding "Etiole" predictions TO BEN and BEN ONLY, I get accused of causing those deaths. I get accused of being a witch. I get accused of casting spells and curses. I get accused of being demon possessed. And I get mobs of very angry people showing up in my yard -people somehow connected to whoever it is who died that time-who show up with guns and chainsaws and golf clubs and fists, or backhoes - I’ve had five house on my land -one was blown up by a bomb (2006), 3 were driven over by a backhoe (2001, 2007, 2013), 1 was burned to the ground (2006).

I gave up rebuilding because the Old Orchard Beach Police each time, arrive shrug and say “What can ya do? Boys will be boys?”

Those “boys being boys” also:

-beat my horse’s head in with a brick (1994),

-poisoned my goat (1985),

-cut the heads off of 75 pet bantam roosters and hung their bodies from rope nooses in my rose bushed (2007),

-Cleo’s head was nailed to my motorhome door her intestines used as decorations on the aweing of my motorhome which is why I painted it pink because no other colour would cover up the blood stains (2015),

-poisoned my dog (2023),

-poisoned my cats (2007),

-chopped up my 1974 Gremlin with a sledge hammer and chain saw(1987) - its what’s in those 12 five gallon buckets sitting in my yard; did the same thing to my 1976 Gremlin and my 1978 Hornet (1988),

-chopped up my 1964 Dodge (2010)...

I mean I could go on and list all two hundred plus of the things deranged locals of Old Orchard Beach have done, the FBI already has that list of all things though and it takes too much space to list them all here.

And in every attack, as the FBI points out, the ONLY person who knew what "etiole" had said, was BEN, because I never told anyone else.

Ben is the ONLY person, I ever told anything about "etiole" to at all.

So those people who attacked, they could ONLY have gotten their information from: BEN.

I have Autism. Low Functioning. What is often refered to as "The RainMan Type". Meaning I'm also classified as MUTE. I have "selective mutism" and "semi-verbal functioning". There are exactly seven people whom I am able to talk to, and everyone else I can not form verbal words, and I don't know why. While in college I took speach therapy and vocabulary, and public speaking classes every single semester and I still can not speak verbally to anyone but those same seven people, and it is very frustrating to not be able to talk, to not be able to communicate... and for some reason, Ben has taken it upon himself, WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE OR PERMISSION, to use my mutism as an excuse to call himself my "representative", even though he is NOT my representative. I have NO representative.

ZERO.

NO ONE speaks for me.

NO ONE is authorized to do or say ANYTHING on my behalf, ESPECIALLY NOT BEN!

So, you can see, why I am hesitant to talk about "Etiole” . My houses, all on the same spot of land, are oblitherated, my cars chopped up into tiny pieces, my pets chopped into tiny pieces and draped all over my yard, my 8 month infant son murdered, I’m crippled and in a wheelchair because of a crazy woman with a golfclub… and in EVERY one of all 200+ attacks, it was ALWAYS because days prior “Etiole” came out of the forest, and predicted a horrible event, the people warned of that event laughed, a few days later it happened, and few days after that they go bat shit crazy on me accussing me of having done it via witchcraft curses.

But you can also see now, WHY Ben is the FBI's number one suspect for EVERYTHING: including the backhow driving over my house, my cars being vandalised, my online accounts being hacked, my being crippled, AND my son's murder.

Update added May 31, 2025

Uhm, I am getting some weird messages and I don’t trust things that show up privately, so I’m going to answer publicly, and I assume the one who messaged me will see it, and this should answer their question.

No, I do not have a brown log cabin. What are you talking about? My house at 146 Portland Av, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, was a 9 foot wide by 16 foot long beach hut, originally white with green trim when it was built in 1942, and repainted yellow with brown trim in July 2013 when we got the building permit to add the baby room onto the back. Deranged bigots drove over it with a backhoe August 8, 2013, then the same people returned November 14, 2013 murdered my 8 month old son with a golf club and paralyzed me at the same time. I have been HOMELESS for eleven years now, and am still relearning to walk. I have over THIRTY MILLION in medical bills from my broken spine and physical therapy. So I have not been able to afford to rebuild a house yet. 

You are seeing me out any about with a walker now because yes, I’ve ONLY just STARTED to have enough strength in my legs to walk, but not unaided. I’m still wheelchair bound and bed ridden over 80% of the day, I only have enough strength to use the walker 1 or 2 times a day about 30 minutes each time.

Yes, I am the one who wears the “Middle eastern garb”, we are Gypsies, part Native American Kickapoo Tribe, part Persian&Mongolian Middle Eastern. Yes I ALWAYS wear veils and hijab. No I have never worn pants in my entire life. Yes, I ONLY wear floor length caftan and kimono. Nearly ALL of my cloths are neon pink, neon orange, or bright red, I wear almost nothing else. You ARE going to know it’s me if you see me.

No, I am NOT an animal rights activist, nor a vegan, I wear fur coats and eat seafood and dairy quite regularly.

No, I am not the founder of the Procter and Gamble boycott. The Boycott was founded in 1973, TWO YEARS BEFORE I WAS BORN in 1975. That alone should tell you the person you are talking to is lying to you.

NO, anyone you see wearing pants, wearing “American cloths”, or without their head covered, is NOT me.

No, I do not own ANY of the cars you listed. I own ONLY THREE cars:

1992 Volvo with murals painted on it

1975 Dodge Sportsman painted neon pink and glow in the dark lime green.

1964 Dodge 330 Coronet, painted orange. No, is it not haunted, nor are there demons living in it, nor are there aliens living in it. If you believe that cars can be haunted or if you believe aliens or demons are real, I would suggest you seek a psychiatrist because it sounds like you have schizophrenia. I am getting tired of you clearly deeply mentally disturbed people running around slandering me, my family, my friends, and my cars with your stupid ass retarded rumours about aliens, demons, hauntings, and whatever other crazy ass bull shit you've come up with the slander me and my cars with.

I do not know anyone who owns any of the cars you listed, so I do not know who owns them, and no the woman driving them is NOT me, so you NEED to call the police next time you encounter her and report her for impersonating me.

My NEIGHBOUR at 144 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine did recently build a brown log cabin. But that's my neighbour next door, not me. Is that the brown log cabin you are talking about? Maybe? I don't know. But if is it... That's not mine, that's next door to me.

Coming over here and threatening to "burn down the little brown log cabin while your family is inside" doesn't do a damned bit of good, because it is not MY "little brown log cabin" and the people who live there are NOT my family. You're threatening the wrong damned person you stupid retarded idiot. Plus I don't have a septic tank. I don't even know what you creeps are talking about!

There are so many people, mixing me up for someone else, steady, hundreds of times, for the past ten years, STEADY, ever since I became crippled. It's VERY OBVIOUSE that someone is taking advantage of the fact that I am bedridden, paralized, and from 2013 to 2021 UNABLE TO TYPE, WALK, or SPEAK, so was unable to respond to any of this.

Someone has spent the last decade pretending to be me, both online and offline and I do not know who she is or why she is doing it, but I am not happy about any of this at all.

THIS was my house here:

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And these are my cars:

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Okay, I'm answering a message that was sent here to me privatly, but due to the ongoing FBI investigation into my infant son's murder, my being crippled/paralized the same day by the same woman with the same golf club that murdered my son, and the backhoe that drove over my house a few weeks prior to his murder, and the FBI's belief that both the backhoe driving over my house August 8, 2013 and my son's murder November 14, 2013 were done by the same person, both as an attempt to drive me off my land so a 27 unit condo could be put there, I therefor do not answer anything privatly, so here's my answer to said message:


No. You do not seem to have any level of concept for how extrordinarily limited my ability to move my arms, even now 11 years later is.

I can not exstend my left hand forward enough to reach 17" in front of me. The average person can easily reach 24"+ in front of them.

I can not straiten my left arm far enough up, down, or ahead to reach 17".

I just measured, just now, to get the exact number for you. I can get my finger tips to tap against 16" ahead of me. I can bend slightly my fingers around something 8" in front of me. But to actually grip my fist around something, the item must be 4" directly in front of my belly, no higher, no lower, no further ahead.

As you are trying to say I was writing online between 2014 to 2021 (even though I was not able to move my fingers more then slight tremors during that period) it is very clear you have ZERO understanding of how INCREADIBLY disabled my arms, hands, and fingers really are, even now still in 2025, 11 years after the attack.

You don't seem to have an actual understanding of how very little movement i have in my arm. How narrow a distance i can reach ahead of me.

My left arm bends down, handing there dead and unmoving 24/7/365 for 11 years now, and it still does. The lower half from elbow to wrist, bends at an angle across my belly and stays there near completely immobile all day.

I returned to typing in May 2021, same day I returned to the internet after not being online since November 2013... anyone you saw posting ANYWHERE online between November 2013 to May 2021: WAS NOT ME, because my hands were PARALIZED between that time period.

Since May 2021, I've been typing not only with one hand, my right hand, but with only 3 fingers of one hand. I have no ability to type at all with ANY of my left hand fingers and for my right hand i am only able to move my thumb and first two fingers enough to type. Right now in 2025. It has taken me ELEVEN YEARS to regain enough nerve use of those three fingers, so that I can type what you are reading, right now.

When you understand how serverly crippled I actually am, you can then see the MASSIVE levels this online stalker has gone to between 2013 to 2021 to pretend to be me: Like I said before EVERYTHING being said about aliens, UFOs, demons, witchcraft, Stephen King, and haunted cars: NONE OF IT WAS SAID BY ME -- ALL OF IT was said by someone PRETENDING to be me, and taking advantage of the fact I was FULLY PARALIZED -- ARMS AND LEGS -- and not able to defend myself.

The FBI believes the person/s pretending to be me online are the SAME PEOPLE who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013 (see photo - my house July 4, 2013 vs August 8, 2013 -146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach) and murdered my son November 14, 2013, and crippled me also November 14, 2013.

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And, I will say it again, if you have any information about my son’s murderer, DO NOT try to contact me... you MUST contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at 1 Middle Street forth floor, Portland, Maine. He is in charge of the investigation into the backhoe, the murder, and my being crippled.

But the extreme limiting use of my hands is also why I use the cane in my right hand. I am supposed to be using my left hand for the cane. Dr gave me the cane and she tried to teach me to use it with left hand, because you are supposed to use cane on opposite side of injured hip, but my left hand is still near completely immobile, I can't move my fingers at all yet and can not hold cane in my left hand where it is supposed to be instead of my right hand. I had the underarm crutches for 18 months before switching to cane full time and the crutches were difficult because my arm would not bend so I could hold them correctly.

Even now in July 2025, 11 years after the woman attacked with the golf club, I do everything with my right thumb and 1st two fingers. I've almost no movement in my other 7 fingers

Its why I have not brushed my hair in several years. I can not both grip the brush, and lift my arm higher then my shoulder at the same time. And that’s my right arm which is my good arm.

Its why I have been having so much trouble cooking. I am still homeless these 11 years, later because the backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, and I have not yet recovered the injuries enough to go back to work, so I have not yet had money to rebuild my house again. Because I am homeless I go to my dad's apartment in Biddeford to cook, but it is very difficult as I cannot lift the pans once water is put in them. I can not open the top door of the freezer. I can not reach anything on the top 2 shelves or in the cupboards or on top of fridge. All because only one of my arms lifts higher then my belly level and the other doesn't go higher then shoulder level. Its extreme pain if I try to go higher.

So, no, again, you really are mixing me up with someone else, as I am far more disabled then you seem to be aware, and I am not physically capable of doing 90% of the things you are even talking about.

Do you know who this woman is?
If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

On November 14, 2013, she used a golf club to bash out the brains of my 8-month-old baby Xavier-Octavian Allen. She called herself “Claire” as though she thought I knew her, but I know no one named Claire and had never seen her before. She was about 65 years old and would be around 75 years old today in 2025. The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house on August 8, 2013, a few weeks before my son’s murder.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, on July 4, 2013 and on August 8, 2013 after vandals drove a backhoe over it. The backhoe is still running in this photo, I got home from work while they were doing it and the white haired man jumped out and ran away leaving the backhoe running, until it ran out of gas. It sat in my yard for 6 months until the police finally towed it away.

The FBI believes this woman who crippled me and murdered my baby on November 14, 2013, is connected to the backhoe that illegally drove over my house making me homeless on August 8, 2013.

Between June 2001 and continuing on into 2025, there have been over 200 violent attacks on 146 Portland Ave, Old orchard Beach, Maine, including the beheading of 75 pet roosters April 2007, whose headless bodies were hung in my rosebushes from rope nooses.

The FBI believes ALL of these events are being done in an attempt to drive me off my land. 

According to the FBI, in 2007, a developer went to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and filed an illegal building permit for a 27 unit condominium, on my land and CLAIMED to be the owner of my land. This land has been in my family since 1531, we are Native Americans of the Kickapoo tribe and there are more than 500 graves, most dating from the 1500s to 1600s on my land. 

This land has been in my family well over 500 years, and I inherited it from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen in 1983.

The FBI believes, ALL of the slander/rumours that falsely accuse me of being transgender were ALSO started by this woman who murdered my son, in a further attempt to drive me from my land via working locals of Old Orchard Beach into a trans-hating frenzy.

If you are a real estate agent and ANY ONE contacts you interested in buying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, PLEASE report that "client" IMMEDIATLY to FBI Agent Andy Drewer, head of my son's murder investigation, and head of the investigation into the 200+ acts of vandalism and hate crimes which have occurred at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine between 2001 to 2025.

If you have ANY information about ANY of the incidents, attacks, vandalisms, and hate crimes that took place between 2001 and 2025, on 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, please give that information to FBI agent Andy Drewer as well.

My land is not for sale and ANY ONE offering to buy it is likely connected to this woman who murdered my son.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

ANYONE interested in buying my land has a HIGH PROBABILITY of being hired BY MY SON'S MURDERER, and you MUST send their information to the FBI.

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby.

She had distinctive two-inch wide stripes in her hair all the way around her head, platinum blond and dark reddish brown, in a pageboy haircut.

She drives a 1990s era gold Volvo station wagon

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

I found a pin that shows a similar hairstyle:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/tonos-de-cabello-rubio--322148179608879161/

She shows up at my yard (both in Old Orchard and in Biddeford), at my college classes, at my workplace... always violent and smashing things, always yelling "transvestite freak" and similar hate slurs about transgender people (she seems to believe I am transgender even though I am I cis woman, and her hatred of transgender people seems to be her primary motive.).

At one point the man who was with her called her "Vallerie". But she herself talked of herself (in a bizarre, not how normal people talk "3rd person") Claire. She kept saying things like "I'm Claire, bitch!" and "I'm Claire you fucking transvestite freak!"

She really, really, really, really was going overboard in emphasizing that her name was Claire - to the point that I am led to believe that her name is NOT Claire, and that she was in fact pretending to be someone else, who's name was Claire.

The fact that the man with her (who was later discovered to be a Biddeford police officer - he was identified in February 2025 when he was killed in a car accident in New Hampshire.) called her "Vallerie" and not "Claire" when he talked to her, indicates, that her name is more likely to be Valerie, then Claire.

But I know no one named either Vallerie or Claire, and outside of these events where she shows up and attacks, I've never seen this woman before and have no clue who she is.

She has attacked more then a dozen times, IN ADDITION to the golf club attack when she murdered my son and crippled me.

She frequently dies her hair and wears wigs. And has looked quite different in the over TWELVE YEARS of her stalking and harassment


In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIn the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

She most often looks like this, with the red hair... and it was what she looked like on the December 24, 2016 Christmas Eve attack at my dad's apartment building. And THIS attack we have on camera, and so we have actual video footage of her... including, we have audio files of her yelling and chanting "transvestite freak!" while shooting a gun, during the Christmas Eve attack at 27 High Street, Biddeford, Maine.


Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

zzzz999ClairePurple2021-screenshotHer hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".

Her face is covered in deep "smokers wrinkles" and her skin is very, very abnormally dry and flakey.

She had a somewhat large nose, (kind of more like a man's nose then a woman's nose) and very thin lips (almost none existant, again, more like a man's lips, then a womans)... she is a LOT bigger then me... a LOT - I am 5'6" and she's maybe 5'11" to 6'2"... she's like really, really, really big.

zzzz999ClaireGreen2023-screenshotWhen she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".
zzzz999ClaireBlackHair2023-screenshotat one point at the Round One in the Maine Mall attack, she pulled off the green clown wig while she was yelling and her hair was a black-black super fake dyed black pageboy.

The 2016 attack is the one that did the most damage and. That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmigly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Seeing how this message arrived very violently, with a deranged lunatic showing up in my yard in Old Orchard Beach and lashing out at my pink motorhome, on multiple times between April 10, 2025 and May 10, 2025... I'm going to leave this message up on the top of the front page of my site.

I do not know who these people were (it was 4 men in construction/road worker yellow and orange vests - it appeared they were workers from the nearby train track construction that is going on in Biddeford - who decided to trespass in my yard on their lunch breaks - I don't know who these men are, nor do I know what caused them to show up, and most of the things they said are a lot of bizarre gibberish about the brown log cabin at 144 Portland Ave, next door to me, largely accusing me of owning it and owing some man they called "our friend Mark" money for a septic tank.

I also don't know anyone named Mark, but they act like they think I am supposed to know who this "Mark" is that they claim sent them over here. Clearly they have got me mixed up with someone else. But that does not make what they are doing any less terrifying.

My being a mute/none verbal low functioning autistic makes me unable to respond and they do not stay around long enough for me to write out an answer. I do not know how to make them understand they are threatening the wrong person.

Coming over here and threatening to "burn down the little brown log cabin while your family is inside" doesn't do a damned bit of good, because it is not MY "little brown log cabin" and the people who live there are NOT my family. You're threatening the wrong damned person you stupid retarded idiot. Plus I don't have a septic tank. I don't even know what you creeps are talking about!

If you know who these men are, or if you know who this "Mark" person is that they claim sent them over to harass me, please call FBI agent Andy Drewer and tell him everything you know.

please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

AND APPARENTLY, THIS ALSO NEEDS TO BE SAID:


I write Elves, Fae, Unicorns, & Demons in Limon Furry Yaoi that is not romantic enough to be Romance but also not erotic enough to be Erotica, and falls in the weird line of Slice of Life Literary without sex scenes, whatever genre you can think of that it might be. For some reason there are a lot of people spreading weird Erotica rumours about my books, trying to get them banned on grounds of being Eroica, even though there is nothing remotely erotic about anything I write.

Clearly they never read my books. However, it is causing a lot of Erotica readers to buy my books and get mad because there are no sex scenes. All I have to say to you is this: you shouldn't fall for the scammers who call themselves Christians and devote their lives to acting like Satan instead of acting like Christ.

Sorry honey, but, the people running around calling my books Erotica are the same dim witted idiots who are also running around saying my car has demons living in it, and are the same people slandering me with UFO rumors as well.

Sorry honey, but if you came here looking for Erotica, haunted cars, aliens, or UFOs, you can consider yourself scammed by a weird group of people who've made it their life goal to do everything in their power to try to cover up my son's murder.

ALL the rumors started a few weeks after my son's murder: the Stephen King rumors, the haunted car rumors, the alien abduction rumors, the UFO rumors, and yes, even the Erotica rumors---the fact remains, my son was murdered November 14, 2013 and the murderer is the one who started ALL of those rumors to try to turn the FBI investigation away from herself.

If you find ANYONE making videos, blogs, or podcasts about me, my car, or in any way, shape, or form slandering me by connecting me to Stephen King, Erotica, Aliens, UFOs or witchcraft, know that there is a 99% chance that YouTuber, Blogger, or podcaster either IS my son's murderer or is a family or friend of my son's murderer.

If you find ANYONE making videos, blogs, or podcasts about me, my car, or in any way, shape, or form slandering me by connecting me to Stephen King, Erotica, Aliens, UFOs or witchcraft, copy the link to the video, blog, or podcast and give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer who is the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation.

Be aware that the New York Podcast is spreading information that was found ONLY in the classified documents of the Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments, meaning someone involved in the New York podcast was AT THE MURDER WHEN IT HAPPENED.

NO ONE BESIDES THE MURDERER HERSELF knew what the murder weapon was. And New York Podcasters are broadcasting that information in a DELIBERATE ATTEMPT to sabotage the FBI investigation of my son's murder.

You can contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or you can go into his office directly to talk to him in person at the FBI building on Middle street in Portland, his office is on the 4th floor, last hall on the parking garage side.

Because there is such a HUGE problem of people making fake "eelkat" accounts impersonating me, here are the links to my ACTUAL accounts:

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If you find an account online claiming to be me, that is NOT one of these profiles linked above, there is a 99.99% chance it is a FAKE account impersonating me and only a .001% chance it's actually me and I just forgot to link it here.

Also, I do not have or use email, so don't trust ANY emails you receive claiming to be me. Likewise I DO NOT make videos about my family, Etiole, my car, or Stephen King, so ALL videos you find of such nature are fake as well. Likewise I do not run fundraisers, request donations, or have any involvement in any such things, so beware of ANYTHING using my name to request money from you, because I simply DO NOT do that.

These fake emails, fake accounts, and fake videos all claiming to be me are an increasingly big problem since the pandemic, and are being made by scammers who have zero affiliation with me and are illegally using my name for their scumbag dealings.

Do NOT trust ANYONE in any way contacting you claiming to be me because I DO NOT contact people AT ALL!

I wonder if the verification will help end the fake scammer accounts? I've been having a problem with someone pretending to be me, and publishing nonfiction books (I don't write nonfiction) about really bad topics (like outright terrorism stuff - how to build bombs and things, really bad stuff), and then going on social media, and trying to pass the books off as mine, right down to listing my home address, posting photos of me and my family and my car, etc. FBI is involved, and found out the ISBN of the accounts is only 14 miles away from me so it's someone local doing it, and FaceBook was able to shut down the fake FB accounts via me submitting driver's lisence and birth certificate to FB to verify my account real, but it's not been so easy to get the fake accounts off places like Amazon.

I have been petitioning places like Amazon and Reddit and FaceBook to put ID verification in place, and all 3 are now doing it. Hopefully this verification system will help with that. It's been worse on Reddit too. FBI has found 33 different Reddit accounts pretending to be me, and 27 different FB accounts pretending to be me. Similar numbers on other places. Most are spreading wild rumors about aliens, ufo, Stephen King... FBI has not yet determined why the fakers are doing it, but my son was murdered 11 years ago, and these fake accounts started showng up then, and FBI thinks it's the murderer's family doing it to try to make me look crazy in order that no one will believe me son was murdered... weird and terrifying. So, yeah, if more places like Amazon and Reddit had id verification, that'd cut down on these sorts of scams.



And answering this question, because apparently that's a thing I have to do as well:

>>>Why do people say your car is haunted?

I don't know. Maybe it's because they are too retarded to look at logic, facts, and science, so they run screaming after lunacy, fiction, and fairy tales?

Short answer: I have a deeply mentally disturbed uncle, Mervin Bruce Atwater, who in 1968, at the age of 6, tried to kill his 2 year old sister by climbing onto an overpass and throwing her off it in front of a car. That car, was a 1964 Dodge 330. When adults asked the boy why he tried to kill his sister, he claimed that Satan was siting on the hood of the car and told him to do it.

That is the ONLY ACTUAL incident to ever occur with the car.

Since then dozens of people have - equally mentally deranged - have come forward with hundreds of wild stories about the car, but in the nearly 70 years since 1968, not a single one of those rumors have been founded and ALL have been proven false.

The whole "haunted car" rumor was a hoax started and maintained by my uncle, to cover up his guilt over trying to murder his 2 year old sister. Only this and nothing more.

The car, is NOT haunted, and that has been proven, several times now.

A very long detailed, in depth look at the car, it's history, and the wild rumors people tell about it, can be found on this page you are reading now.

It was bought new by the Old Orchard Beach police department in 1964. I don't know the early details, as I was not born yet. What I do know is immediately after buying it, a police officer died and another officer believed it was a bad omen, so the car was put in a garage and not given the black and white police paint job, instead remaining factory silver.

At some point soon after the police department sold the car to Dr. Larochelle, a local doctor on Ocean Ave in Old Orchard Beach. In 1968, which driving on Common Street in front of Michael's Pizza, coming out of Biddeford, heading through Saco to get back home to Old Orchard, while driving under the train overpass, a group of children, that included a child named Mervin Bruce Atwater, jumped off the bridge into the street in front of the car. One girl, Bruce's 2 year old Barbara Jean Atwater, was hit by the car. The Doctor grabbed the girl and her mother Eva Viola Atwater and drive them to the hospital. Bruce and another of his sisters (my mother) waited at home for their return.

Bruce, a very small child, was accused of having thrown his 2 year old sister off the bridge AT the car, and to cover this detail up, he claimed that Satan was sitting on the hood of the car, jumped up on the bridge, grabbed his sister, and shoved her under the car.

My Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater maintained that Satan lived in the car, for his entire life, until his death from Covid November 24, 2019. He was so obsessed with this event, that he spent most of the last two decades of his life living on Common Street and daily pacing around this train bridge jibbering about demons living in cars.

Mervin Bruce Atwater was a member of several radical UFO cults throughout his life, including Heaven's Gate (the kool-aid suicide cult) and MUFON. Through his MUFON connections, he built several websites, blogs, and social media accounts centered around aliens. Between 1997 and 2007, he published on these sites several hundred articles about my car. It is from these articles that my name got dubbed as EelKat, with him calling me "my niece EelKat Wendy and her pet demon Etiole". The earlier articles called Etiole a demon, the later ones called him "the Amphibious Alien", in some articles he said Etiole was "The Loveland Frog" and in other's he said "Joseph Smith's White Salamander", and in the last articles he called Etiole an "EBE" (extraterrestrial biological entity).

Over the course of a decade, my uncle Bruce wrote well over seven hundred articles lying about me, my car, and the homeless man whom I let sleep in my car.

I came to own the car in 1975, through my father, Kenneth Ricker Allen, who was a used car salesman for Marcott Motors on Saco Ave in Old Orchard Beach, at the time. The car had come in as a trade, sold by an elderly man whom had bought it from Dr. Larochelle. By this point locals had dubbed it "The World's Most Haunted Car" and made claims that there were well over a dozen hit and run deaths connected to the car, including 3 police officers who commit suicide by killing themselves and their entire families after driving the car.

I can not confirm or deny any of these claims, as, all of them happened before I was born, and I've never been able to track down any evidence to back the claims up. They appear to be just local hysteria.

The ONLY accident that CAN be confirmed, is my aunt Barbara being hit by the car when she was 2 years old. There is NO OTHER accident ever reported for this VIN number car.

My father took the 1964 Dodge 330 in trade from a station wagon. As I was too young to drive, my father was the one who actually drove the car, even though he had is all registered and licensed in my nme. (Which I didn't know at the time as I wasn't even yet started kindergarten; but apparently my father was having some sort of legal issues, and could not register a car in his name, so that is how, I at just THREE years old, came to be the owner of the car).

Because the car was mine and I was still a toddler, I parked the car in my rose garden and used it as a doll house. Later that same year, me and some of my cousins were helping local zoo keeper Helen Pearly look for an albino monkey that had escaped from White Animal Farm... a group of 31 children ranging in ages from 3 to 12, spotted the monkey in the swamp and ran after it, following it deep into the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, and we got it treed like a racoon... but... we lost it, because our attention was directed elsewhere, to a naked elderly man, passed out in the swamp. He was very sick, had a high fever, and was a near skeleton, looked like he had not eaten in weeks. We children ran back to my yard which was a working farm, to ask my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen, if we could take food out to the old man.

Me, my cousins Mike Jurgen and Tim Murphey, lead the adults (several aunts and uncles, my parents, Grammy Helen Ricker Allen, and Helen Pearly) back into the swamp to where we had found the man, but upon arrival he was gone, nd the adults accused us of making him up, citing that he was an imaginary friend. As the weeks went by we children became obsessed with finding the man and proving to adults he was real... a few weeks later we found a den full of bones, human leg bones mostly (which we found out later had washed up from a local 15th century graveyard that was also in the swamp) that were being used as digging tools. Excited we children once again dragged the adults into the swamp, to show them the den of bones, and prove once and for all, there was a naked man living in the swamp... we young toddlers did not expect the terrified reactions of the adults... the adults armed themselves with rifles and spent weeks, with local police, ripping the swamp to shreds with manchettes, looking for the homeless man who was using human leg bones as digging tools. Local news reports claimed "Cannibals in Old Orchard Beach!" on their headlines, but that was soon redacted, as the bones turned out to be from graves over four hundred years old.

While adults now believed us children, that there was a homeless man in the swamps, they built up wild rumors about who and what he must be. Most parents on Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach believed he was a kidnapper who ate children, and that was the going rumor for a while.

And then... a hurricane hit. The swamp flooded, ocean waters surged through the town, and... the homeless man fled the rising waters, coming out of the forest for the first time... to hide in the first dry thing he could find: my 1964 Dodge 330 that was sitting on a high hill in my rose garden, out of reach of the flood waters.

After that, I gave him a spare key and let him sleep in it at night. I was just five years old. He could not speak English and I could not speak Hebrew or French, so there was no spoken communication between us, and over time we developed a quasi-sign language as a method of communication. He was sick and near starvation, so I started taking food to him and leaving it on a stump in the swamp. The stump is still there these 50 years later and I still leave food on it. He must have been in his 30s to 50s at the time, but today in 2023, he appears to be close to a hundred years old now and, yes, still lives out there.

He continued to live in my car until May 2010, when a local church group appeared in my yard to chop up the car while yelling "Kill the Demon" and rambling on about how they had to kill the car in order to kill the demon that possessed it.

Today the car is chopped up in pieces and wrapped up in a pile of parts, in storage, waiting for a day to come when I have the estimated $57k needed to rebuild it. While I have owned the car since 1975, I have never in my life driven it and it has spent it's time since 1975 sitting in my garden acting as a shelter to the homeless man who slept in it at night.

In short, the car is NOT haunted and "Etiole" is NOT a demon or alien or evil spirit or cryptid.

ALL the rumors of my car being haunted stem from a "hoax" started by my mentally deranged Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

ALL the rumors of my homeless friend being an alien/demon/whatever stem from a "hoax" started by my mentally deranged Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

The man my Uncle Bruce is harassing, is a local homeless French Jewish man, whom I let sleep in my car on rainy nights so that he can stay dry. Retarded locals think he is a demon or alien or whatever else they call him, because he is covered in scars and burns and Kabalic tattoos and number tattoos from being a concentration camp survivor from WW2.

You can see video footage of his living conditions:

HERE

and HERE

and HERE. These videos where filmed in 2022

As you can see from the videos, this homeless man whom my sick jackass Uncle Bruce has spent DECADES harassing, has NOTHING, he LITERALLY is living in a hole he dug with his fingernails, in the sand under a fallen tree, and you can see from these videos WHY I let him sleep in my car, and WHY the shit heads of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine who are harassing this homeless man, calling him a cryptid, calling him an alien, calling him an evil spirit, are scumbag pieces of shit who don't deserve the life god gave them.

Only absolute scum bag, low life, piece of fifth TRASH would spend five fucking decades harassing a homeless World War 2 veteran the way the MUFON nutjobs of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine treat "Etiole"!

ALL the rumors of my being an alien abductee stem from a "hoax" started by my mentally deranged Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

There are no aliens. I don't even believe in aliens!

There are no demons. I don't even believe in demons!

There are no evil spirits. I don't even believe in the concept of evil spirits!

There are no haunted cars. I don't even believe that hauntings are real!

I was not abducted by aliens. I don't even believe in aliens!

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but when my uncle was 6 years old, he threw his 2 year old sister off a train bridge and into an oncoming car... and then he spent the next 60+ years denying he did it and claiming Satan, demons, and aliens lived in the car and are who hurt his sister.

Anyone and everyone who ever knew my Uncle Bruce is fully aware how severe his mental instability was. He saw demon and aliens EVERYWHERE in EVERYTHING. He suffered from a severe inability to come to terms with what he had done to his baby sister and spent his entire life trying to throw the blame on others.

I had owned the car for well over fifteen years before I became aware it was the same car that had hit my unt Barbara. And my uncle Bruce spread those alien and demon rumors about me, "Etiole", and my supposedly "haunted" car ... spread them online for well over a decade before I found out he was doing it.

Since I discovered this in 2007, I have spent nearly twenty years issuing cease and desist orders to all the people with "1964 Dodge 330 Goldeneagle haunted car" videos and websites.

And yes, since the rise if AI in 2021 to now, there has shown up a LOT of "deep fake" video footage of me, my car, and someone who is supposedly Etiole... ALL of those videos on YouTube are FAKE AI generated hoaxes.

I have ZERO videos about my car.

I have ZERO videos about Etiole.

Images you see on my car or me, in YouTube videos were STOLEN off my website and are being used WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

I did NOT make any of those videos.

I did NOT make any of those websites.

I did NOT write any of those articles.

THIS is my YouTube channel right here: https://www.youtube.com/@EelKatWendyCAllen you can see for yourself the type of videos I make, the quality of the video equipment I have, and that there are ZERO videos about my car, my family, ghosts, demons, evil spirits, aliens, UFOs or any of that other bull crap those deep fake videos you are finding are attributing to me!

This website you are reading right now, https://www.eelkat.com is my ONLY website, and you can see EXACTLY what I say here, you can see the articles I write, 90% of which are about helping new writers write/world-build/create characters, and get their books published.

...and you can also see how fucking PISSED OFF I am at the scumbags who make those videos and websites...in the few articles I HAVE had to write in response to the deep fake bull shit alien/ufo/demon/cryptid crap ass articles that having been flooding the internet slandering and defaming my reputation!

I am fucking sick and tired of these nutcase crack pots running around impersonating me and making these jackassery videos about ridiculous alien/demon/cryptid bull crap and trying to pass that shit off as something I wrote!

THIS picture and ALL other pictures of my car, are being illegally stolen off of my website and used in HUNDREDS of videos and articles by scumbag Stephen King shitheads, I mean fans, WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! This photos were taken in August 1986 on my Sony camera, using Fuji film and I have both the original photos in a photo album, as well as the original negative strips. Others were also taken on film cameras and I have the negatives of those as well. BECAUSE the car sat in my garden, 35 feet BEHIND the swamp, that is in the forest 175 feet from the nearest road, and sat there since 1978, WITH A BARBED WIRE TOPPED FENCE AROUND IT and with no road access to it and not able to be seen from the road, there are ZERO pictures of this car taken by ANYONE... I own ALL photos EVER taken of this car, and am the copyright holder of ALL the photos of this car. I can PROVE that I took these photos, own the copyrights, and have NOT granted ANY rights to ANYONE to use my photos in their videos or articles or websites!

Those videos, websites, and articles about aliens, demons, cryptids, ghosts, haunted cars, and evil spirits are being made by fucking scam artists who are attempting to discredit my good reputation... something you can PROVE by the DATES those videos and articles started showing up: LITERALLY THE WEEK AFTER MY SON WAS MURDERED! Which PROVES those videos and articles are being made BY MY SON'S MURDERER as a means of trying to distract people away from his murder!

If you have any information about the scammers who are making these slanderous defamation videos and websites about me and my family, please contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

You can also mail him copies of the emails you are receiving at:

Federal Bureau of Investigation
1 Middle Street
4th Floor: Agent Andy Drewer
Portland, ME

That's his office, you can go in and hand it to him in person.


The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330

Did you ever wonder WHY you heard rumors about my car?

Ask yourself WHY did you hear about it?

Ask yourself WHO told you?

It wasn't me.

I don't talk about it.

I never told anyone about it.

Because I don't believe in it.

I don't believe in ghosts or hauntings or aliens or demons, and I've never seen evidence of one single solitary thing that would make my car haunted.

So if I didn't tell you my car was haunted, who did?

Perhaps the better question is WHEN did the humors about my car start flooding the internet and WHY?

The earliest mentions I can find online of my car, were posted by my uncle Bruce in 1997, where he was posting on a mofun forum, about how my car caused a snowstorm in Colorado, causing his plane to land there instead of California, causing him and the several other Heaven's Gate members on that flight to miss out on their koolair trip to planet Kolob via the comet HaleBop.

And yet, the transmission of mt car died in 1989, 8 years prior to 1997.

1997 was 4 years after that very same uncle barged into my farm, trespassing, setting up giant 4 room house sized military tents on my farm... me and my 3 brothers were gone to a movie theatre, and there was no tents there when we left. 3 hours later, when we got back, those tents, lines of motorhomes, dozens of cars, and over a hundred squatters had taken over my farm.

Days later, Stephen King's film crew arrived. Also illegally. Invited by that very same uncle.

My father was, at the time a used car salesman for Marcotte Motors of Old Orchard Beach, and so we have over 30 cars lined up in our driveway, for sale. They were the overflow cars that Dave Marcott couldn't fit in the car lot. And Stephen King's film crew, illegally and without permission, used those cars in The Thinner movie.

The Townsend cousins from Milliken Mill Pond , also on Portland Ave, owm huge amounts of carnival rides, rides normally seen at LaKermes and Oxford Fair and Yarmouth Clam Festival. But that day, those rides were set up as Shop & Save (today renamed Hannaford) in Saco, off Exit 5, across from the Saco Dairy Queen. The rides were set up to look like Palace Playland.

The film director, forced us Gypsies to drive our cars, which included both my Gremlins, my mother's red Crwn Victoria which she was driving, my father's blue Citation which he was driving, and ALL of the cars and RVs my Uncle Bruce and his squatter crew had brought with them.

I am in the Thinner movie.

My mother is in the Thinner movie.

My father is in the Thinner movie.

All three of my brothers are in the Thinner movie, they were aged 4, 3, and 1 and are the 3 babies in the Thinner movie.

My uncle Bruce, his wife Doris, their 6 at the time teenage children are all in the Thinner movie.

My uncle David, his wife Lucy, their 15 at the time adult children and around 30 of their grandchildren are in the Thinner movie.

The Townsend cousins are in the Thinner movie.
The Murphey cousins, including Timmy, whos white cross now stands on the Ross Rd intersection, was in the Thinner movie.

cross at ross road old orchard beach maine


The McDonald's of Macs Garage, old and new, are in the Thinner movie.

And yet, most every one of them, will bold faced lie to you and deny being in the movie.

Why?

Because one by one, EVERY SINGLE Gypsy connected to the Thinner movie, has been attacked, brutally, viciously, and some cases murdered. See the cross at the Ross Rd intersection.

You know about the bomb that blew up my house, the backhoe that drove over my house which replaced the bombed house... but did you also know that in 2001, a local church cut my MOTHER's house in half, put it on a flatbed and stole it, moving it to Lake Arrowhead in Waterville? Did you also know that my mother's dog was hung by a noose in a tree at her backdog? And was the first of 7 of her dogs to be brutally killed that way? Did you know, in 2015, 10 of my mother's cats were kidnapped and held for ransom? Did you know that in 2017 a Public Works owned road grader, drove over 200 feet up my mother's driveway and flattened her car by driving over it?

Did you know that EVER SINGLE GYPSY - over 120 people - who appeared in The Thinner movie has experienced a construction truck either driving over their house or their car, or both?

Did you know that every single Gypsy who appeared in the Thinner movie, has in the past decade, had no fewer then 10 pets, mostly cats or dogs, but also horses, goats, and bird, killed and huge by nooses in trees in their yards... in total more then 500 cats, dogs, birds, and horses killed by a deranged stalker who targets the Gypsies of The Thinner movie?

Are you starting to see now, WHY, we Gypsies DO NOT like Stephen King fans plastering their rumos about my car all over the internet?

You people, who think yourself ghost hunters and ufologists - you are literally causing members of my family to be killed EVERY TIME you post a new video or article about my Dodge online.

And you don't care, because it's not YOUR children who are being beaten to death with golf clubs... it just us Gypies, who aren't white, and have Jewishh blood, so you don't give a fucking shit when we die because of YOUR videos posted online about my car.

But that brings us back to the question,, of WHO started flooding the internet with ghost and demon slander about my car.

MOST of the posts, MOST of the articles, MOST of the videos, are posted by a username "kendrasilvermander" all lowercase and one word with no spaces.

That's a username we Gypsies are very familiar with.

We don't know who this Kendra person is or why she stalks us, but according to the FBI, she's a Gypsy from a rival clan, a Romani Gypsy, who is outraged that we Persian-Scottish Gypsies, and not her Romani (who are NOT Gypsies... we Gypsies are NOT Romani, and the Romani are NOT Gypsies) were not in the Thinner movie.

Did you know that every single Gypsy who appeared in the Thinner movie, has requested their names removed from the credits of The Thinner movie, after receiving death threats? Bomb threats. Kidnapped pes? ALL of those threats signed with name "Kendra" on them?

We Gypsies like our privacy.

We Gypsies avoid being in a spotlight.

We Gypsies HATE when white people make videos and articles about us.

We Gypsies put curses on EVERY ONE who make podcasts and videos about our families and our cars.

We Gypsies are tired of being harassed by you holier than thou privileged white trash Americans.

But that brings us back to:

Did you ever wonder WHY you heard rumors about my car?

Ask yourself WHY did you hear about it?

Ask yourself WHO told you?

It wasn't me.

I don't talk about it.

I never told anyone about it.

Because I don't beleve in it.

I don't believe in ghosts or hauntings or aliens or demons, and I've never seen evidence of one single solitary thing that would make my car haunted.

So if I didn't tell you my car was haunted, who did?

Perhaps the better question is WHEN did the rumors about my car start flooding the internet and WHY?

  • WHEN did the rumors about my car start flooding the internet and WHY?
  • WHEN did the rumors about UFOs and aliens start flooding the internet and WHY?
  • WHEN did the rumors about demons and witchcraft start flooding the internet and WHY?
  • WHEN did the rumors about Stephen King start flooding the internet and WHY?
  • WHEN did the rumors calling me transgender start flooding the internet and WHY?

ALL of those rumours were started by my son's murderer, and all of those rumours are being mass spread across FaceBook, twitter, and Reddit by people who support that child murdering bitch.. people too stupid to use brain cells, people who would rather believe in aliens, demons, and haunted cars, then turn a child murderer over to the police, people who are so full of blind hatred for transgender persons that they would attack a biologocally-cis-female just because a murderer wants you to attack the mother of the child that was murdered.

That stuff ALL showed up a few weeks after my son was murdered, , use your fucking brain and stop brown nose that fucking child murdering bitch.

Start using your fucking brains:

I'm not transgender, aliens are not real, cars can't be haunted.

My son was murdered, and his murderer started those rumors because wants you to get so caught up in Stephen King, ghosts, demons, aliens, ufos, and haunted cars, that you'll forget my son ever existed.

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FAQ: What was it like being in a Stephen King movie? Did you get to meet Stephen King? Can you give me any tips on how to get accepted for a Stephen King movie?


Since 1997, my family has been hounded and harassed by people calling themselves Stephen King fans, calling me “The Thinner Gypsy Witch”,calling my family “Stephen Kin’s Thinner Gypsies”, claiming we were in a Stephen King movie, and claiming that someone one name Stephen King went on late night television and gave out my home address onTV with the message “go meet the Gypsies of Saco Maine an see what they live like”.

Not one of us had any knowledge of being in a Stephen King movie. Though we do remember the day the white men showed up and made us line up our cars at Shop and Save (now Hannaford) in Saco across the street from Dairy Queen... and the guy yelling abiout fog machines, and telling us Gypsies we did not act enough like Gypsies.


It was just yet another same old same ol;d day of creep ass white men acting like creep ass white men, and we were unaware they were a film crew or that The Thinner movie was what they were doing.


we only found out three years later in 1997 whyen Stephen King fans started showing up in our yard and calling us "The Stephen King Thinner Gypies", and even the had little understanding of what they were talking about.


It wasn't intil over a full decade later when my son was murdered and the FBI showed up that we were made aware that we were in a movie at all.


In the summer months we average THIRTY THOUSAND tourists PER DAY invading our farm, often stealing our crops, trampling our flowers, and killing a chance to touch me, or one my two cars (a1964 Dodge 330 and 1hat they claimed were haunted and in Stephen King’s Thinner movie.

The problem with all of this was: no one in my family had ever heard of Stephen King before, we did not know what a movie was, we couldn’t figure out what the word Thinner meant because it wasn’t in a dictionary and was clearly a made up word, and we had no clue what these stupid as American freaks were talking about.

It was not until AFTER MY SON WAS MURDERED, in 2013 that we found out who Stephen King was, from reporters. The fucking paparazzi who invaded our farm in droves, because, somewhere out there is a news report that said “Stephen King Thinner Gypsies Murdered!”


What we found out from the FBI is that Stephen King is a racist, bigoted, profiteer who hones in on minority family in Maine, illegally films movies on the land without their permission or knowledge, writes horrible slanderous books about them, and makes money selling those books and movies to equally bigoted and equally racist white Americans who get off on entertainment that makes fun of minorities, and my family was one of the families thi criminal jackass named Stephen King targeted for his racist bigotry harassment, and he’s spent decades egging his fans on into wild frenzies, doxing my family on live TV, sending mass hoards of his fans to harass my family with the DELIBERATE INTENT of giving himself story ideas to write about, by checking in n the hate crimes his fans did to us Gypsies.

Stephen King and his fans are evil people who do evil things to minorities, and who get away with their racist bigoted hate crimes because they are white, and we are not white.


It turns out Stephen King was one of our neighbours, one of my uncle's neighbours or something, I don't know, I was a small child back then, so I have no clue who the adults of the clan knew. and we had no clue what he was doing or that he was behind the DECADES of harassment, we Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach, not Saco, couldn’t even get the name of the fucking town right, have had to deal with.

We found out who this jackass bastard Stephen King was and what he had been doing, when my son was murdered and the fucking paparazzi, along with idiot police officers, lined up in droves, and INSTEAD of investigating my son’s murder, all they could do was fan gush over Stephen King with the questions: “OMG! It’s YOU! You’re the Thinner Gypsy Witch! Not the stress who played you! The REAL ONE! OMG! IT”S THE REAL GYPSY WITCH! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH!!!!!! What was it like being in a Stephen King movie? Did you get to meet Stephen King? Can you give me any tips on how to get accepted for a Stephen King movie?”

Reporters, their to investigate the murder of my 8 month old infant son Xavier-Octavian Allen-Wildes, never once asked about my son, my injuries as I was laying blooding all over the place, no, all they wanted to know was:

“What was it like being in a Stephen King movie? Did you get to meet Stephen King? Can you give me any tips on how o get accepted for a Stephen King movie?”

Police officers, there to rope off a crime scene, there to gather evidence, let the crime scene be destroyed by paparazzi reporters, because the police officers themselves were too busy asking:

“What was it like being in a Stephen King movie? Did you get to meet Stephen King? Can you give me any tips on how to get accepted for a Stephen King movie?”

And by the time the FBI arrived to take over the case, kick out the reporters, and ARREST THE POLICE OFFICER (14 policers were arrested), do you know what the FBI said?

According to the FBI: the murder weapon vanished from the police evidence, because some Stephen King fan who worked at the police department took it as a souvenir.

Blood from the crime scene was stolen by reporters and police officers, because they were Stephen King fans.

Did you know that in the ten years since my son’s murder I’ve had to move his grave over a dozen times because STEPHEN KING FANS KEEP DIGGING HIM UP!

Stupid Ass Stephen King fans keep trying to steal the skull of an 8 month old baby, who was murdered, according to the FBI, in a way, that would appear in a Stephen King book, a few months AFTER my son’s murder.


What the fuck! We've had to move my murdered son's grave over a dozen times now because jackass Stephen King fans won't stop digging it up!

The FBI said they have had to read all of Stephen Kings books and watch all of his movies, and cross reference the dates of EVERY murder in my family - there have been many - and in EVERY case, EVERY murder in my family,shows up in a Stephen King book, between 6 months to a year after the murder happened.

According to the FBI, Stephen King has a massive stalker level obsession with us Gypsies and turns hate crimes that are committed on us by HIS OWN FANS, into million dollar books and movies that he sells to white people who are just as hateful and bigoted against us Gypsies as he is.

According to the FBI, my son was murdered by a deranged Stephen King fan, in the hopes of Stephen King putting my son’s murder in a book or movie, so they could have bragging rights of saying “That was me! I killed that baby!”

The FBI pointed out the denim chambray work shirt my son’s murderer was wearing, and said that it’s a common easter egg seen in Stephen King books, and my son’s murderer clearly wore it to identify herself as a Stephen King fan.

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The FBI also pointed out that by telling me her name, the murderess, was likely saying the name she wanted Stephen King to name her character.

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BOTH my 1964 Dodge and my 1974 AMC Gremlin were chopped up, a backhoe drove over my house, my son was murdered, and I am crippled for the rest of my life, ALL done by Stephen King fans hoping Stephen King would write books featuring them doing those things, and all the jackass idiot police and reporters could do was fan gush and ask:

What was it like being in a Stephen King movie? Did you get to meet Stephen King? Can you give me any tips on how to get accepted for a Stephen King movie?

Who the hell knows, I didn't even know I was in one until his fucking fans showed up in my yard!


The rumors about my car are fabricated, inaccurate and irresponsibly distorts the reality of what actually happened to my family.

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Look at the dates of when these videos, articles, slander, defamation, and rumors started circulating. My 8 month old infant son was murdered November 14, 2013, a few weeks after a backhoe drove over our house.

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The rumors about Stephen King, me, my car, my MOTHER'S cats (those cats in the rumors were not mine), and my homeless veteran friend, all started up in November 2013 WHILE I was in the hospital.

The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son, is the one creating and circulating these rumors in an attempt to make me look “crazy” so that no one will believe the incidents of my son's murder or the backhoe driving over my house.

The FBI believes my son was murdered by a woman connected to the backhoe, and that she murdered my son, specifically to intimate me into removing this photo off Facebook.

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The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son, is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house.

The FBI believes this woman to be a land developer, whose initial goal was to drive me off my land, and thought that by having a backhoe drive over my house, I would sell my land.

THAT is the reality behind your hocus pocus mumbo jumbo Stephen King, haunted car, evil spirit, witches, witchcraft, transgender, too gay, slander, rumors, videos, and articles that you encountered and sent you here.

The REALITY is that THIS WOMAN MURDERED MY SON and is using deep fake ai generated articles and videos to try to cover up what she did:

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you know who this woman, my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 She would be around 70 to 75 years old today in 2024 - this image is what she looked like and was wearing on November 14, 2013.

If you know who this woman, my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Kendrascreenshot.pngIf you know who this woman, who assisted my my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 She would be around 70 to 75 years old today in 2024 - this image is what she looked like and was wearing on November 14, 2013.

Update: February 7, 2024

If you are an FBI agent or a police officer or a reporter looking for password/login  access to the 10,000+ daily blog posts, photos, and video footage that detail all information about my son's murder and the harassment of my family: contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer for the original documents, files, and evidence, he will let you know what you can and can not have access to.

Once a signed and notarized letter handwritten by FBI Agent Andy Drewer has been given to you, and he has confirmed he gave it to you to give to me, and after which you give me said letter, I will give you the passwords to the pages, photos, and videos he says you are allowed to access.

Note that there are over TEN THOUSAND password protected blog posts, and over FIFTEEN THOUSAND password protected video files, and they EACH have a different password, so you will have to get a list of WHICH SPECIFIC pages and video footages the FBI has said you are allowed to have access to. I can not give you one, one-size-fits-all password.

And yes, you will have to do all of this face to face in person, as I do not have either a phone or email and there is no way for you to contact me other then directly offline.

Yes, I have a FB and Twitter. No, I do not answer DMs from those, and all messages sent that way are auto forwarded to FBI agent Andy Drewer UNREAD BY ME.

Yes, he monitors my FaceBook and Twitter, yes, if you have done ANYTHING with/to/at my FaceBook or Twitter since 2016, yes, the FBI DOES have copies of ALL you did - yes, even those reporting attacks October 2023 to December 2023 - YES, that DOES mean I know EXACTLY who did it. 

YES, this website, my Reddit account, and ALL my social medias are on what conspiracy theorists call "an FBI watchlist" and YES, if you have interacted with ANY of them, you are far, far, arfromy sourdered and the FBI is ACTIVELY tracking EVERYTHING and EVERYONE who has contact with me in ANY MANNER, to trace any and all leads back to my son's murderer. No, VPNs do not hide you or your location, YES, I HAVE tracking cookies on this site that the FBI accesses,

YES, it HAS been noticed that whenever there is unusual visitor activity on my website, it is always the same zip code: 04064-1520 and it's often attempted to be hidden behind VPNs.

The FBI believes THAT PERSON to be either the murderer or a relative of the murderer, so DO pay close attention to anyone at that location, which is: Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine the addresses from 120 to 160.

Someone at zip-code 04064-1520 is daily, trying VERY DESPERATELY to access the password protected pages, videos, and images. The things I can see them doing via the tracking cookies, makes it appear that they are in some sort of hyper panic over it.

You know, when my site was hacked in November 2013 and September 2015 - both times while I was in the hospital having surgery, that's the same zip code that did the hacking. Whoever it is who lives at 04064-1520, they really, really, REALLY have some sort of vendetta on my website, one that has lasted for over a decade now.

This current, daily hyper panic attempts of the 04064-1520 zip code to access the password protected pages started on December 23, 2023 (same day this image went up on FaceBook)

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...and is still going on daily now on February 7, 2024

Add on top of trying to access the password protected pages about my son's murder, they are also trying to access this image to remove it's file from my site:

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Apparently, this picture of the Claire woman who murdered my son and crippled me on November 14, 2013, has really struck a nerve big time with someone living at zip code 04064-1520.


Public access information about my son's murder can be found here.

If you HAVE information important to the investigation of my son's murder or any of the harassment, vandalism, and hate crimes done to my family since 1997, give that information to FBI Agent Andy Drewer.

You can call him at:

FBI Agent

Andy Drewer at


207-774-9322

Or you get go into his office and talk to him in person at 1 Middle Street Portland, 4thh floor (its the big building right behind the Portland Police parking garage, just past the Federal Court House. Yes, The Federal Building. Obviously.

At Fan Request, EelKat.com Is Now The Home Of Amphibious Aliens!

Update: December 11, 2023

I'm going to archive this page for the time being.

Ask yourself THIS:

Why did YOU come to The Amphibious Aliens page?

You came here looking for aliens.

Why?

WHO sent you here?

Was it an Atwater?

Think about that.

Think long and hard about that.

You came here looking for aliens, because an Atwater told you, I was an alien abductee. They lied to you. I don't even believe in aliens. I think people who believe in alien abductions are crazy. And yet, here YOU are, reading this page, because someone told you I was an alien abductee. They lied to you about me. Now ask yourself WHY did they lie to you? What was their motive? What was they trying to hide? What TRUTH are they trying to bury, by filling your mind with lies about aliens?

You went after my friend, an elderly homeless veteran. Because someone told you he was an alien. Why? What kind of an evil person, is so cruel that they harass a homeless man in this manner? What kind of sick, vile person spreads rumors and lies like this about a homeless man who lives under tree bark leantoos?

You came here looking for haunted cars and Stephen King, and those are not here either.

Evil people do evil things.

My son was murdered by evil people.

And now additional evil people are trying to cover up his murder, by spreading malicious rumors and lies about me, my family, my friends, my car.

You ask yourself WHO sent you here looking for aliens, witches, an haunted cars, and then you go tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 who that person was.

Why did YOU come to The Amphibious Aliens page?

I originally wrote it in response to The Amphibious Alien, an article written by my uncles Bruce and Dickie. Their 1997 article was an interview with MUFON, where they made the claim to have a niece (me) who was an alien abductee who had captured an alien and had an EBE living in her car. I was 15 years old and had no knowledge they had done the interview, until 2007, when MUFON did a ten year anniversary tour of my yard, without my permission, bringing with them several thousand alien hunters armed with beeping boxes. There goal was the catch and EBE, which they explained meant "extraterrestrial biological entity". Me, I had never had of the terms EBE, alien abduction, or amphibious alien before and they were quite shocked, displayed, and horrified to learn that, I was not an alien abductee and knew nothing about aliens. They had copies of the original article with them, along with books by Buddy Hopkins and Whitley Strieber, and well over a hundred tabloid magazine articles all written by these 2 uncles slandering my name by calling me an alien abductee.

If some video or article sent you here, remember this:

There are several hundred "deep fake" videos about me, my car, and Etiole, all over YouTube. And the FBI believes they are made by my son's murderer and or her friends and or family.

Yes, they are deep fakes that appear to be AI generated, via people stealing photos of me and my car off my website.

And yes, if you find any, DO, forward them to the FBI, because again, it is believed those videos are being made by the MURDERER of my son, in some sort of weird attempt to discredit any real evidence about my son's murder.

And yes, since the rise if AI in 2021 to now, there has shown up a LOT of "deep fake" video footage of me, my car, and someone who is supposedly Etiole... ALL of those videos on YouTube are FAKE AI generated hoaxes.

No, THIS is my YouTube channel right here: https://www.youtube.com/@EelKatWendyCAllen

As you can see, I hardly ever use it, have never promoted it, so it has no followers, and ALL of the videos are just me fangirling various Elves (mostly Avallac’h). There are NO videos about me, my car, my family, Etiole… NOTHING… THIS is my ONLY YouTube channel… So yes, ALL of the other channels you are finding ARE FAKE. I do NOT do interviews, I do NOT do collabs… ALL of the videos you are finding about me, my family, my cars, Etiole, or anything else connected to me are DEEP FAKE scammers making slanderous AI generated crap about me and my life… which again… the FBI believes it is being done by the friends and family of my son’s murderer, so if you find ANY videos about me, my car, my family, Etiole, or claiming to be me: DO REPORT THOSE VIDEOS/CHANNELS TO THE FBI:

Please contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

You can also mail him copies of the emails you are receiving at:

Federal Bureau of Investigation
1 Middle Street
4th Floor: Agent Andy Drewer
Portland, ME

That's his office, you can go in and hand it to him in person.

I have ZERO videos about my car.

I have ZERO videos about Etiole.

Images you see of my car or me, in YouTube videos were STOLEN off my website and are being used WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

I did NOT make any of those videos.

I did NOT make any of those websites.

I did NOT write any of those articles.

This website you are reading right now, is my ONLY website, and you can see EXACTLY what I say here, and you can also see how fucking PISSED OFF I am at the scumbags who make those videos and websites.

My car is not haunted and I'm sick of people saying it is.

And I am sick of you fucking jackass Stephen King fans showing up here and bothering my family. I don't care how many TV interviews you saw of Stephen King telling you shit heads it was alright to visit us Gypsies. Stephen King had no right to dox us Gypsies like that, and you people are fucking trespassers who have no right to be in my yard!

Just like my uncle Bruce had no right to write those articles for David Ike and MUFON telling people those idiot slanderous lies about evil spirits, aliens, and demons in my car. In case you hadn't noticed, my uncle was fucking insane, he was a member of Heaven's Gate, believed God lived on Planet Kolob, and though the comet HaleBop was God's mothership.

There's a REASON my uncle spent the last 25+ years of his life under armed police guard in a state owned mental institute: because in the last years of his life, he took to trying to kill people who who wouldn't join his "god is an alien" idiocy. Saco police arrested him in front of Saco Dairy Queen, trying to saw a woman's foot off because she said she didn't believe in aliens, and in court he threatened to kill the judge because told him aliens were not real, and it was because he threatened to kill the Biddeford District Court judge over aliens, that is why he got straight jacketed in 2015 and never saw the outside of a prison padded cell again.

THAT is the fucking nutjob idiot who started the haunted car rumors. And you people who believe my car is haunted, you're all just as crazy as he was. Go get the psychiatric help, you idiots so desperately need and leave my family alone!

Keep in mind as well, as there have been a SHIT TON LOAD  of people complaining that they are getting emails from me about Etiole... I DO NOT HAVE AN EMAIL AND SO HAVE NO ABILITY TO EMAIL YOU!I do not have or use email. Any emails you have received are fake and sent by others.

The FBI is aware of this situation, and believe that the emails are being sent out by friends, family, and relatives of my son's murderer. If you receive ANY email claiming to be from me, "EelKat", or "Etiole", please contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

You can also mail him copies of the emails you are receiving at:

Federal Bureau of Investigation
1 Middle Street
4th Floor: Agent Andy Drewer
Portland, ME

That's his office, so you can also go in and hand it to him in person.

And if you want to just talk t FBI Agent Andy Drewer face to face, again, that's his office and you CAN just walk in an ask to talk to him

My article, Amphibious Aliens, was first published on my Squidoo account squidoo.com/eelkat 

My mother and her brothers Bruce and Dickie, created an alternate Squidoo account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat

My Squidoo account squidoo.com/eelkat housed more then 2k Science Fiction short stories about the fictional characters EelKat and Etiole. EelKat was a talking black bobcat, while Etiole, also known as Captain GoldenEagle and The Silver Arrow, was an Eel Merman, both from the planet Ptarmagin. They are part of the Quaraun series, a section known as The Twighlight Manor series.

My mother and her brothers Bruce and Dickie's, alternate Squidoo account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat was an account which impersonated me and circle jerked my short stories by calling ME EelKat and my homeless veteran friend Etiole, and they scammed a lot of people into thinking that squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat was actually my account, when it was not. That account existed for nearly a decade before I even found out about it. It is from the FAKE IMPERSONATION account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat where people got the incorrect idea that I was an alien abductee, that my homeless veteran friend was an alien named Etiole, that I was "The Seawitch of Old Orchard Beach", and that my car was haunted.

My REAL and ACTUAL account squidoo.com/eelkat contained nothing related to UFOs, alien abductions, witchcraft, haunted cars, or Etiole as a real person. I'm an author of Science Fiction and Space Fantasy and Dystopian Fantasy novels and used my Squidoo account squidoo.com/eelkat to post daily short stories from the same universe, featuring the same characters, as the ones in the novels. There was one non-fiction page called "On Being Homeless" that was daily diary updates on living under a 8x9' tarp, because the ENTIRE TIME I had a Squidoo account, I lived here:

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I did all my typing of the Squidoo pages at The Libby Memorial Library which is a 10 minute walk from my yard, as I had no internet, no electricity, and no computer, seeing how I was homeless for 9 years.

"On Being Homeless" was a huge 100k+ word how-to guide, which detailed how to survive while being homeless. Each section of it detailed various things like "how to build a tent out of a tarp", "how to find places to shower while homeless", "how to cook meals while homeless", and so on. There was no "personally identifying" information on it, so no one knew that my tarp-tent was in Maine, let alone that it was in Old Orchard Beach.

Unknown to me over on the impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat, my "On Being Homeless" how-to survive guide, had been respun, and included a Google map pinning the exact GPS location of my tarp-tent, and a LOT of wild, gibbering, vengeful, hate fueled rants about hating being homeless, and a list of people I supposedly blamed for my homelessness, that list containing details on how to kill those people - people, I might add, that had never heard of before, and to this day I still don't know who they are. And it was absolutely horrific finding out that the Atwaters had done this, framing me for death threats to people, I still to this day have no clue who they are.

Let me repeat: I have Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers. I am not high functioning. I am low functioning, and my mind does not process "normal" emotional states. What this means is: I do not feel things like anger, hate, or vengeance, because that part of my brain has NO synapses firing, something brain scans have proven. I am medically incapable of feel any mallaic related emotions. And people who ACTUALLY know me in person, know I do not get mad, about anything, I do not even know what it would feel like to feel anger or hate or vengeance or the desire for retribution. I have Autism and I am not physically capable to processing emotional responses, which is why I also do not laugh, do not smile, do not cry, do not flitch at physical pain, and have had multiple surgeries without any anesthetic or sleep... I feel no physical emotions and I would not know how to.

And that is why, I also, am incapable of coming up with the wild, gibbering, vengeful, hate fueled rants about hating being homeless, and a list of people I supposedly blamed for my homelessness, that list containing details on how to kill those people, that were on the impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat 's version of my "On Being Homeless" page.

But here's another factor: I was homeless by choice. No one MADE me homeless. People cite the bomb that blew up my house October 16, 2006 or the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, but I built the tent May 9, 2006 before either of those things happened, and the tarp-tent was NOT the FIRST tent. The first tent was built in 1994 and was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. It was a teepee, built of out eight 12 foot logs tied together with hay baller rope, the sides hand woven out of pine branches,, the entire thing covered in bark, and in the summer rose vines and bean vines grew over it. And there were over a dozen of them on my land, each was a different type of room, I cooked in one, I slept in another, a washed in another, and so on.

I have never lived in a house. From the time I was a week old until I was 8, I lived in the vardo that was towed by the 1964 Dodge 300 - I still have both the vardo and the car that towed it. From the time I was 8, until I was 31, I lived in the tarpaper room on the back of the woodshed.

I have no concept of living in a house.

I have no desire to live in a house.

I won't even begin to know how to live in a house.

So, I also have no incentive to blame someone for my being homeless, because I enjoy being homeless. No one MADE me homeless. I WANTED to be homeless. I LIKE being homeless. I DO NOT LIKE houses!

Only a house dweller would default to thinking in terms of creating a list of people to blame for their homelessness, and I've never lived in a house, nor do I have any desire to live in a house. Had you not noticed that I've made ZERO attempt to rebuild EITHER the bombed house at 144 OR the backhoed house at 146? I did not live in EITHER of the houses that were on my land. Both houses were lots of bookshelves and houses my 300k paperback Romance novels and 10K Scrooge comic books.  Those two houses didn't even have sewer or running water or electricity in them, because I had no need for those things.

There was a 2nd non-fiction page called "Autism not Asperger's: A look at what it is like to live with Autism, written by someone with low functioning non-verbal autism" and it answered the autism, mutism, and legally blind related questions sent to me via the comment section of "On Being Homeless". This one was largely a how-to guide for how to write mute/non-verbal characters. I was fully mute back then. I did not have the surgery that gave me the ability to speak until June 2016, three years AFTER Squidoo went out of business.

There was a series of a dozen additional non-fiction pages called "The Lord Sesshomaru CosPlay" each page focused on a different part of making the costume that I spent 7 years making, along with the history of the character.

The fourth and final non-fiction page set was the Scrooge McDuck comic book history pages.

I had no other non-fiction pages on Squidoo.

ALL of the rest of my two thousand Squidoo pages were short stories for The Twighlight Manor years and Wilf Years segments of the Quaraun series.

And my Squidoo account was squidoo.com/eelkat NOT squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat

I found out about the impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat, when in fall of 2013, a few days after the backhoe drove over my house, when the squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat account suddenly started "gifting" my actual account squidoo.com/eelkat a bunch of pages about Stephen King and my mother's cats and my three brothers' cats, but the pages citing the cats as mine.

At the time I had never heard of Stephen King before and had no clue what these pages even were. There were several hundred of them, each one about a different Stephen King book or movie, and a bunch about my car and the Christine movie. In October 2023, I had never heard of any of Stephen King's books or movies, nor had I ever heard of Stephen King. I only Horror books I have ever read were by Edgar Allan Poe and H.P.Lovecraft - outside of those 2 authors I know absolutely nothing about the Horror genre. And I only ever read Poe and Lovecraft because I had seen the Vincent Price Edgar Allan Poe movie series from the 1960s and wanted to read the books the stories were based off of. Outside of that one set of Vincent Price movie, I knew nothing about Horror movie either.

I am not a fan of the Horror genre. 

And from my research to find out who exactly this Stephen King person was, I found out he writes utter filth, not only Horror, but sex!

I am asexual and sex repulsed, so you can imagine my horror to find out that this Stephen King person was a sex fiend who wrote sex infested Horror. I find the type of filth Stephen King is known for to be utterly revolting, and once I found out the kind of deplorable degradation he wrote, I was even more horrified by the impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat, suddenly "gifting" my actual account squidoo.com/eelkat with hundreds of Stephen King related pages.

If you do not remember Seth Godin's Squidoo, it was similar to WattPad and Medium, sites which still exist today (Seth Godin's Squidoo went out of business) where authors posted short stories and chapters of novels free to read online. It allowed non-fiction as well, and so a lot of people started posting non-fiction articles and by it's later years it became known as a content farm because of the non-fiction taking over it. 

One of the features of Squidoo was "page gifting", where you could create a page, then click "gift" instead of "publish" to send it to another users account, where it would publish on their account and show up with the giftee as the author. It was intended as a way for Squidoo members to send pages as birthday or Christmas gifts to each other, however, it got abused by scammers who started using it for "negative SEO attacks"; in other words they would make a bunch of spam pages, send them to someone who ranked higher, in an attempt to flood their account with enough spam that their actual pages would lose rank.

The impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat, started flooding my real account squidoo.com/eelkat with Stephen King pages and pages about my mother's cats in October 2013 a few weeks after the backhoe drove over my house (August 8, 2013) and a couple weeks before my son was murdered and I was crippled (November 14, 2013). And the fact that they were flooding my account with pages about my mother's cats, means the April 10, 2015 attack on those cats, was planned ahead a little over a year before the April 10, 2015 attack happened.

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The Stephen King pages and the cat pages were all written by my mother, while the UFO and alien abduction and haunted car and witchcraft pages were written by her brother Bruce and the anti-Mormon and demon possession and anti-Joseph Smith pages were written by her brother Richard, who died a same week the fake Squidoo pages started gift-flooding my account.

In total they sent well over 300 pages to my Squidoo account, in a massive attempt to make me look like I was the one calling Etiole and alien, my car haunted, I was a witch, my mother's cats were mine, I was a fan of Stephen King, and I hated Mormons.

The fake pages were there for a couple of weeks before I discovered what had happened, and reported it to Squidoo. Squidoo, deleted the page and banned the impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat, so ALL of their pages were removed from Squidoo, and never did get to see all of them, because it would have taken weeks to read all of their many thousands of pages doxing me, my friends, my family... and according to Squidoo, the impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat, had been created in 2007, so they did it for SEVEN YEARS before I found out about the massive, horrendous slander and defamation smear campaign that my mother and her brothers Bruce and Dickie were doing. 

And finding out about the fake impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat, answered a lot of questions I had had about many strange things which had happened at car show and book signing events. It was VERY common from 2010, to still today in 2023, for people to want my autograph, claim "I have read everything you wrote" and then upon my asking what novel or short story or character they liked best, for them to be shocked to discover I wrote fiction.

Since 1978 I have published 138 novels, 423 novellas, and more then 2k short stories, HOWVER, the BULK of people who came to book signing events, had no clue I was a Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Romance novelist.

This was puzzling considering I did NOT write non-fiction.

Then they'd tell me they were a fan of Etiole and the conversation would get stranger still, because I'd be talking about Quaraun's great-grandson, and unknown t me, they were talking about a my homeless veteran friend who is not named Etiole but that's what they called him.

I'd be talking about this character:

TMSGrandHighEmperorandEtiolescreenshot17.pngMoon Elf Necromancer turned Emperor Quaraun with his great-grandson the half-Elf/half-Merman Etiole
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TMC-Etoile-The-Pearl-Necklace-screenshot2.pngThe silver salamander skinned eel merman Etiole with the unnamed shipwrecked girl from the novel The Pearl Necklace.

And they would be talking about this real local homeless man:

But I did not know they were referring to my homeless friend, and they it turned out had never read my books.

They would be adamant that they had "read everything you ever wrote" but then they had never heard of Sir Roderic, BoomFuzzy, GhoulSpawn, or Quaraun. Plus they would call ME "EelKat" and not know that my name was Wendy Christine Allen and EelKat was a talking black cat from Planet Ptarmagin, the planet where most of the Quaraun books takes place.

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QSBoomFuzzyCrystSkullsQuaraunscreenshot.pngThe Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf, Quaraun and his Lich King husband BoomFuzzy the Unicorn shapeshifted into a humanoid form, retaining his fluffy unicorn tail.
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QSBoomFuzzyWarriorKingFluffy88screenshot.pngBoomFuzzy the Unicorn shapeshifted into a humanoid form, retaining his fluffy unicorn tail.
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These mega fans had SUPPOSEDLY read EVERYTHING I ever wrote but they did not know ANY of the main characters from the 138 novels, 423 novellas, and 2k+ short stories I had published since 1978 AND they were unaware of the existence of ANY of  the 138 novels, 423 novellas, and 2k+ short stories, which can I point out have sold over TEN MILLION COPIES now, and these so called self proclaimed mega fans who supposedly read everything I ever wrote had no clue these books existed.

Uhm... well what in the hell did you read because THESE BOOKS ARE WHAT I WROTE! There isn't anything else!

And they'd say Squidoo.

But... Squidoo IS where my 2k+ short stories were posted. 

How could you have read my Squidoo pages and never have known I was a fiction author, never heard of Quaraun or BoomFuzzy?

They would say: "Oh I read your non-fiction Squidoo page, your alt account".

Uhm... I DO NOT HAVE any non-fiction Squidoo pages, I don't have an alt account, what are you even talking about?

Then they would start gibbering about some king named Stephen and thin Gypsies and I'd be what the fuck are you even talking about? I had never heard of Stephen King, so I thought they were saying I had some character who was a king named Stephen, and I had never heard of The Thinner movie (so you could imagine my shock when I found out that 14 year old me is in it - something I found out when I was 39 years old).

But it turns out, as I now know today, when these people were saying they had read everything I ever wrote, what they meant was, they had read everything from the impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat and actually read NOTHING written by me ever in their entire lives!

NOTHING on the impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat was written by me, so if you read everything from there, then you NEVER read anything I wrote, because squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat was NOT ME, it was MY MOTHER impersonating me with the help of two of her brothers.

My mother and her two brothers, used the impersonation account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat to scam a lot of people, and also to dox me. They put my home address on that account and sent an invitation to MUFON and also Stephen King fans inviting them to my yard. And because of this, for decades I've had to deal with endless UFO nutjobs and psycho deranged stephen King fans trespassing in my yard and harassing me and my homeless friend, whose name I've never put online.

And when the UFO crackpots showed up, they hunted down my homeless friend, harassed him, beat him up, cut him trying to get skin grafts and blood samples, because they were convinced he was an alien, a cryptid, or a demon depending on which of the slanderous defamation articles they had read on squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat

The truth of the matter left the alien hunters even more disappointed, when they met Etoile and he was nothing more then a common ordinary man. A French-Jewish World War Two pilot, badly disfigured from surviving a Nazi concentration camp, who came to Maine in 1953 and was unable to live in society. Suffering from severe post traumatic stress disorder, Etiole retreated to the swamps of The Ross Forest and became a hermit and took to living in holes he dug in the same, dens, like a wild animal. These dens can be found throughout Old Orchard Beach, Ocean Park, Saco, Scarborough, Pine Point, and Biddeford, Maine. And people did find them and created rumors about Cryptids and aliens and bigfoots and Loveland Frog.

My friend is not an alien and I'm sick of people saying he is.

My friend is not an evil and I'm sick of people saying he is.

My friend is not a demon and I'm sick of people saying he is.

My friend is not a cryptid and I'm sick of people saying he is.

My friend is not haunting my car and I'm sick of people saying he is.

And I am sick of you fucking jackass Stephen King fans showing up here and bothering my family. I don't care how many TV interviews you saw of Stephen King telling you shit heads it was alright to visit us Gypsies. Stephen King had no right to dox us Gypsies like that, and you people are fucking trespassers who have no right to be in my yard!

Just like my uncle Bruce had no right to write those articles for David Ike and MUFON telling people those idiot slanderous lies about my friend being an evil spirit or an alien or a demon or a ghost in my car. In case you hadn't noticed, my uncle was fucking insane, he was a member of Heaven's Gate, believed God lived on Planet Kolob, and though the comet HaleBop was God's mothership.

There's a REASON my uncle spent the last 25+ years of his life under armed police guard in a state owned mental institute: because in the last years of his life, he took to trying to kill people who who wouldn't join his "god is an alien" idiocy. Saco police arrested him in front of Saco Dairy Queen, trying to saw a woman's foot off because she said she didn't believe in aliens, and in court he threatened to kill the judge because told him aliens were not real, and it was because he threatened to kill the Biddeford District Court judge over aliens, that is why he got straight jacketed in 2015 and never saw the outside of a prison padded cell again.

THAT is the fucking nutjob idiot who started the amphibious alien rumors, the evil spirit rumors, the cryptid rumors, the demon rumors. And you people who believe my homeless veteran friend is some sort of non-human creature, you're all just as crazy as he was. Go get the psychiatric help, you idiots so desperately need and leave my family alone!

I am tired of Etiole being harassed!

The insistence that Etiole is an alien and/or demon causes me to question their sanity, because as you know, I do not believe in either demons or aliens and I question the mental stability of any one who does believe in aliens and/or demons, and I especially question the sanity of anyone who claims homeless men are demons or cars can be demon possessed. We long ago debunked the haunted car rumors around my Dodge, and now people are starting up new haunted car rumors about my Volvo. I'm so sick of these brain dead retards making up slanderous rumors about me, my cars, my family, and my friends.

Etiole, the name you people call him, is not his real name, I've never released his real name, as I never talked about him online. YOU PEOPLE slandering me and him online, is where the name Etiole comes from and I use it online in response to your slander.

And because you people won't stop calling him an alien, demon, cryptid, ghost etc, here... video footage:

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Three of Etiole's dens. 

He has thousands of these all over Maine, a dozen or more in almost every town. 

A WW2 veteran now in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953. 

He has several of these built on my farm, where I've let him live since 1978.

You people harassing him ought to all be ashamed of yourselves.

He owns nothing.

He has nothing.

The car you jackasses cut in half, was the only place he had to get out of the rain and snow.

Go watch those videos. LOOK at how he lives!

You fucking, fucktards! What the hell is wrong with you.

Abusing an elderly, crippled veteran. You're all disgusting.

People like you are what is wrong with the fucking Human race!

He has severe post traumatic stress disorder, his entire body is covered with mutilating disfiguring scars and acid burns that's why his skin is so white - he's actually a black man, did you know that? His skin is grey-snow white from acid burning him during World War 2, that's also why he has no hair, and why he is near mute and can't speak properly.

Etiole is severely disable, horrifically handicapped, both physically and mentally. He's been through enough shit in his life, he doesn't need fuckwads like you bothering him.

LEAVE HIM ALONE!

LEAVE ME ALONE!

LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE!

LEAVE MY CARS ALONE!

LEAVE MY PROPERTY ALONE!

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!

One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine, a dozen or more in almost every town. A disabled and badly disfigured WW2 veteran now in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953, and is Maine's most famous hermit. As they don't last long, he builds new ones every year. Because of harassment by locals who believe him a cryptid, demon, or alien, he is rarely able to stay in any location long. His wife and children were killed in a France concentration camp in the 1940s.

Etiole is a former WW2 pilot and a Captain in the French Air Force. He spent several years imprisoned in Nazi concentration camp, before coming to Old Orchard Beach, Maine as a Jewish refugee in 1953. Before the war he had been a Kalabalist and occult practitioner of Enochian Angel Magic. He had a wife and son who were killed during the war. His body is covered with scars from having been tortured during the war. He has rows of tattooed numbers on his arms from his time in prison. He has no surviving family and suffers from severe PTSD. 

He has massive phobias of people, making it very difficult for anyone to get close to him. He lives in dens that he digs in the sand and covers with branches. 

His mind is still stuck in the war and he is digging fox holes to hide from bomber planes. We've never been able to convince him the war ended 70 years ago. And the locals who harass him have made it VERY difficult to convince him that they are not enemy soldiers attacking him. WW2 has not yet ended in his mind and that's why he lives like he does. He's terrified out of his mind and completely unable to function in any level of normal society. 


My farm is in the swamps on the edge of the Scarbughouh Marsh, and September 23, 1978, I found him unconscious, sick, naked, and dying of starvation, in a swamp behind my house. Me and my cousins Mike and `Timmy nursed him back to health and he fled back into the swamps, but we started leaving food and clothes and bedding for him and he kept coming back to takes these things. In 1987 the transmission of my car died and the car was parked in my rose garden at the edge of the swamp and used as a garden stature. A hurricane hit that same week, and flooded the Scarborough Marsh to dangerous levels, and Etiole had to flee the swamp for higher ground. He fled to my car. After that he took to sleeping in my car at night, some he did every night from 1987 to 2010 when vandals chopped up the car, claiming they had to kill the car to kill the demon living in the car. 

The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330
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It is now 2023, and Etiole is in his 90s now. Still homeless, still too scared of people to leaves the swamps. Still not an alien.

Mike moved away and Timmy died a few years ago. So I'm the last one taking care of Etiole now.

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The article, is still here, now password protected, and those with the password still have access to it. But, the original goal was to debunk the alien rumors, to debunk the haunted car rumors, to ask MUFON people to leave us alone, and to make public my uncle's Pine Land Center Mental Health Records to prove that he was insane and there were no aliens other then the ones that existed in his schizophrenic hallucinations.

MUFON has FINALLY, after many decades removed their articles from publication, taken down their websites about me and Etiole, after many decades of slandering me, my friend, my car, and my family, MUFON has finally stopped their endless onslaught of defamation of me. 

And since this page only existed to debunk the slander and defamation being spread by MUFON, this page no longer has a purpose, and there is no need for it to stay live anymore.

I'm not taking it down, because I do not trust my uncles, and there may come a time when we need this article, and my uncles medical record documents, again.  

With over 10 million lifetime views, Amphibious Aliens is my most popular and most trafficked article ever. Published April 17, 2007, it's now celebrating it's 10th anniversary.

As ofit's 10th anniversay April 17, 2017, this one page alone brings in 3,000 views a day, and has resulted in the annual arrival of 30,000 ufo hunter and MUFON member tourists arriving in Old Orchard Beach every summer since 2007. Which I find weird seeing how this article DEBUNKS alien abductions, debunks aliens, debunks demons, and debunks haunted cars, and evven goes through the medical records and court documents of the scam artist who started the hoax.

This single page brings more tourists to Old Orchard Beach, then anything else found on or off the internet! {{{Hugs}}} to all you wonderful people. I always look forward to meeting and talking with you each summer! 

Update again - As of February 14, 2019 this page is now getting 300,000 views a day.

Another update - for some reason as of December 21, 2019, this page is now getting 7 MILLION views a day and I don't know why, but wow, thank you?



Here are the fictional characters that people keep using their names for me, my car, and me friend: (these are figurines that have been made of the characters from my books)

Etiole Swanzen aka Captain GoldenEagle aka The Silver Salamander:

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TMC-Brothers-The-Dazzling-Razzbury-and-Etiole-screenshot1.pngEtiole, seen here with his older broother The Dazzling RazzBury, the infamous art car builder of the series, whom drives a purple rhinestone Lincoln Continental Mark V. It was his fictional car in the books, that was brought to life in the form of a Volvo (because I could not afford a Mark V) and thus why my Volvo was dubbed "The Dazzling RazzBury" named after this character.
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This is the silver skinned merman character, named Etiole Swanzen aka Captain Goldeneagle aka The Silver Salamander, who was the main character of most of my books from 1978 until his last appearance in a published work in 1996, where his character died by committing suicide in the novel: Love-Lust-Madness. His death by suicide in the final novel to feature him, seems to be what triggered the "suicide demon" rumors around my car, which curiously did not happen until after the 1996 novel Love-Lust-Madness was published.

Miss Citten The Eel~Kat aka Empress EelKat Queen of the Ptarmaginn Kats:

PPMF-Kat-EelKat-Empress-EelKat-Miss-Citten-The-Eel-Kat-Queen-of-Planet-Ptarmaginscreenshot.pngMiss Citten The Eel~Kat aka Empress EelKat Queen of the Ptarmaginn Kats Ptarmagin Kats are very large, twice the size of real world bobcats, bigger then a Cocker Spaniel dog.
Miss Citten the EelKatArt I drew in 1987 of Miss Citten The Eel~Kat... this was also my avatar image for MySpace from 2005 onward and on Squidoo from 2007 to 2013
book kats of ptarmagin 2Cover art of one of my published books which this character appears in and is on the cover of
PPMFKat-The-Ptarmagin-Kats-screenshot.pngMiss Citten The Eel~Kat aka Empress EelKat Queen of the Ptarmaginn Kats (the black bobcat), with her cousin Princess Lynnxiana )the grey lynx) and her communications officer Spriggan (the white cat with purple bat wings).
book miss citten the eelkatAnother cover art of one of my published books which this character appears in and is on the cover of. EelKat was the narrator of this book, thus why her name was put at the author name in big letters and then "as told to Wendy C. Allen" in smaller letters underneath. It was the first book to have the author name "EelKat" on the cover. Other covers of this time period (late 1990s) said "EelKat & Wendy C. Allen" on the cover, listing as 2 separate authors. These books were written in the form of episal-letters, from a talking cat, stuck on Planet Earth and writing letters back to her home planet Ptarmagin, thus why the character's name appeared on my of the covers as the author, alongside my name. After the 2016 "Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach" court case, I removed the "as told to" and just left the author name as "EelKat wendy C. Allen" instead.

The Atwaters, in using their scam account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat to impersonate me ad circle jerk me real and actual account squidoo.com/eelkat did a lot of damage, including vandals drove a backhoe over my house, murdered me son, and left me crippled for the rest of my life.

A fellow Autistic writer, expressed their fears about being published:

Anyone here have autism? I’d love to hear some advice on what, if anything, is different about self publishing with ASD. I’m a little worried that my work will look a little off to readers. Do people with autism write differently? I’ve noticed that sometimes my posts on Reddit can be a little misunderstood. Also, I’ve been self-conscious that the way I speak is noticeably different and more monotone than others. So, I’m probably not going to be good at narration. But is there anything stopping me from learning how to write stuff that others would want to read? -SOURCE

Let’s talk about this.

I have Kanner’s Syndrome (the type of Autism aka Low Functioning Autistic Savant, seen in the movies RainMan and What’s Eating Gilbert Grape). I also have Selective Mutism and was born legally blind (meaning I have some vision, but not much; only a few inches).

It is extremely difficult for me to do ALMOST EVERYTHING. Literally everything. I need help with eating, using the toilet, getting dressed, brushing my hair, even just walking. Almost everything that normal people do without thinking about it, I am completely incapable of doing. But I can type.

I had to learn to type because, there is no other way to communicate with me. Because I am mute, you MUST read what I write, in order to “hear” what I have to say.

But it is difficult to find a person who can speak or see, who is willing to stop zipping around quickly, long enough to take the time to read my replies to anything they say. People say hello, how are you doing and are gone from the room before I can type hello back.

This had the result of me being very lonely, because no one who can speak or see is willing to spend time with a blind, mute, retard like myself. So I created a trio of fictional characters and started writing stories about them.

The main character, like myself has Mutism and is a Low Functioning Autistic Savant. His husband, like me is blind. I made them have the disabilities I have, so that unlike me, they could have friends who would spend time with them.

Since I published the first book 48 years ago in 1978, I have since published 138 novels, 423 novellas, and more than 2k short stories featuring this mute autistic savant main character and his blind husband.

And I have sold more ten million copies in those 48 years.

For the last 2 decades, I do book signings at cosplay/anime/geek conventions. The single most common response I get from people in line, waiting for me to sign my books is: “What’s the joke? Who’s this retard? Where’s the author?”

I have to point to a sign that says “I am mute, and a low functioning Autistic Savant, and yes, I am the author. Yes, I am retarded, but yet, I’m not stupid, my brain works, I can think, I can write, and I can perfectly understand what you say.”

People are always shocked to learn that someone like me, who spends most of my days sitting on the floor rocking back and forth for hours on end, has the ability to think, has the ability to type, and had to ability to defy the naysayers and publish 138 novels, 423 novellas, and more than 2k short stories, which went on to sell 10 million copies.

You don’t let ANYONE tell you that you can’t write.

I have low functioning non verbal savant autism (same type of autism as seen in the movies RainMan and What’s Eating Gilbert Grape) and so I was never allowed to go to school, and never learned anything like math or numbers or science stuff or time or money or whatever else they teach you in school. Not grade school, not high school, not college. However because I am mute, my grandmother taught me how to write when I was 3 years old. I never learned sign language because I am legally blind. So there is no ability for me to talk with you vocally with my mouth and if you want to talk to me you MUST read what I write on paper. This is why I always have a pen and notebook with me.How being a nonverbal Autistic mute, made me a very good writer.Why did you become a writer?

I became a writer as a toddler because I have non verbal autism and writing was the only way I could communicate.

I was writing at 3 years old, which I’m told most people don’t even know the alphabet until they are 5 and rarely write full sentences before age 8. Yet I published my first book at age 3.

And it was very simply the fact that the ONLY way to communicate with me was for you to take the time and sit down and wait for me to write my answer to you, then you had to read it.

Well, 50 years later, I still write to communicate.

But, in that time, I’ve learn that when someone says good morning, they are gone 100+ yards down the road, before I even have a chance to pull out a pen and paper, so I don’t even get a chance to start writing good morning back to them before they are gone.

It is frustrating being mute and never having been taught sign language (because in the 1970s the nearest sign language school was $20k per semester and my dad’s income was only $7k a year) because no one will take the time to slow down long enough to let me write an answer to what they say to me.

Verbal people do not realize how inconsiderate and rude they are to us nonverbal people. We go days, weeks, months, even years between finding a single person who slows down long enough to notice the mute is trying to write and answer to them.

Worst part is, they will get mad and yell at you and call you rude for not answering them, and be too busy being rude themselves to even look at the paper you are showing them telling them you are mute!

Well, end result is in 1996, I started blogging online because, I was fed up with not one single offline person spending time with me, because verbal people exclude mutes from everything. It’s like we are invisible because we can’t scream loud enough to be heard.

I took up writing daily online as a way to communicate because people online take the time to read my words and finally for the first time in my life I could have actual back and forth conversations with people who slowed down long enough to give me time to type an answer to them.

Now I have published 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500 poems, and over 3k short stories in addition to over 10k blog posts.

Being an Autistic mute offline left me isolated from society, but it made me a very prolific writer online.

Why did you become a writer?

Well because of this, I became good at writing. But not anything else. So when I write online it is just me haveing a conversations because I don’t know any other way to write.

Me writing is just me taking because I do not have the ability to talk any other way.

That is why my writing style has a “unique voice” and does not follow any sort of “writing conventions” — because I don’t know the grammar rules, as I was never taught grammar rules. I just write the way I “talk”, which in my case means the way I think, because I can’t talk.

There will be haters in your reviews. It very common for people to leave reviews that say: “Retarded books about retarded characters, written by a retarded author” — in fact, that exact quote appears on my Amazon reviews more then FIVE HUNDRED times, a single reader, created multiple accounts to spam that same phrase across all of my books.

Yes. I am retarded and so is my main character, because I write him to have the exact same disabilities I have.

quaraun-well369.pngThe Pink Necromancer - Quaraun

My main character, Quaraun, dubbed by his haters as Quaraun the Insane, a title he hates. Bullies in the books, call him Quaraun the Insane, because he has Kanner’s Syndrome, and is a Selective Mute Low Functioning Autistic Savant. He loves pink frilly, ruffled dresses, silver jewellery, purple unicorns, and has a massive phobia of germs, OCD levels of cleanliness, suffers from huge fits of punding and stimming, spends hours cleaning his dresses and sweeping floors because of his obsessive germophobias.

Quaraun refuses to let scissors cut his hair, which is twelve feet long. While he can speak to his husband BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, he is incapable of speaking to others and taps out morse code with his rings on a metal plate which hangs from his belt. He is often bullied about his wearing of pink ruffled dresses, and falsely accused of trying to pass himself off as female, even though he is not trying to be female and has no ability to mentally comprehend why he, a male, is not allowed to wear pink dresses.

Though an elderly man, Quaraun often acts like a toddler. He suffers from an abnormal social approach when trying to interact with others, causing others to see him as rude, arrogant, and inconsiderate, much to his confusion. He has too a severe failure of using normal back-and-forth conversation. He sits silent when someone directly addresses him, often unaware that he is expected to reply, then struggling to do so when told he should say something. But in the company of BoomFuzzy or GhoulSpawn, his mutism “mysteriously vanishes” and he talks endlessly in a long pontificating monologue style, with thesaurus-like words, which goes on and on and on and doesn’t stop even when others leave the room and leave him sitting by himself still talk, now to no one.

Flashbacks to his childhood, show him as avoiding contact with children, spending time lining things up by rainbow colour, quietly sitting on the floor rocking back and forth, or being clueless in any ability to understand how to play or why adults think he should want to play.

He suffers from abnormalities in eye contact, avoiding looking at faces, often sitting in a way to not directly be in line with anyone who might speak to him. He prefers spending time with his blind husband, over anyone else, BECAUSE his husband is blind and does not demand Quaraun make eye contact. Quaraun has rigid body language and a deficit in understanding the body language of others. His use of gestures is limited and he is often frightened by “normal” gestures people use while talking. He has a total lack of facial expressions, never smiles, never laughs, and uses nonverbal communication, with everyone except for BoomFuzzy, GhoulSpawn, and ZooLock.

quaraun-boomfuzzy37.pngQuaraun and BoomFuzzy

Quaraun is seen spending hours on end sitting at his weaving loom, quietly weaving yard upon yard of endless pink silk. Only interrupted by sessions of dying threads, feeding silkworms, harvesting cocoons, sewing silk outfits, and embroidering silk.

Every night before bed, Quaraun spends several hours unpacking, sorting, then repacking, the same box. A fancy wooden box, filled with dozens of small coloured glass bottles. He careful removes each one, lines them all up on the floor, the carefully places them back in the box. He can not explain why he does it. And he has full blown melt downs, screaming hysterically and hitting himself in the head if anyone interrupts his nightly box unpacking and repacking ritual. *(With me it is Crayola crayons. the 128 Big Box. Unpack every night. Line up the crayons in rainbow colour. Then repack them. I have done it for five decades now and I do not know why.)*

Quaraun has no concept of deceit or telling lies or making jokes or using slang. This makes him incapable of lying, causing him to be seen as blunt and sometimes mean, because he simply states facts without any hint of emotion at all, causing people to think he is “telling on them”. This makes it easy for normal people who lie, cheat, have motives, and think devant thoughts, to gaslight him or take advantage of him. Because Quaraun does not understand the concept of lying, he believes everything everyone tells him at face value, and does not understand that evil people tell lies.

Quaraun can not do math or numbers. He does not know how to count, read clocks, read calendars, use money, tell time, or understand years and dates. Which also means Quaraun has no clue when he was born or how old he is.

In spite of being a merchant (silk weaver and tailor), Quaraun has no ability to do math and can not understand or figure out how to use or count money. This results in people often cheating him, as they will use trickery and deceit to get him to give them back more change then the amount they paid for an item. Quaraun relies on his husband BoomFuzzy and their live-in lover GhoulSpawn to handle money with customers.

While some readers mistake the series for “Medieval Fantasy” due to the fact that cars and electricity are rarely seen, the fact is the series is actually set in an alternate dimension of 1970s Maine, and so cars and TVs and hospitals and electricity do in fact exist. But Quaraun lives completely off grid. He can not drive a car, he gathers and grows his own food, he uses candles for light. He avoids cities and highways, so rarely encounters buildings with electricity or roads with cars.

Quaraun husband and lover both have cars. BoomFuzzy has a 1968 VW Bus converted to a food truck and GhoulSpawn drives a 1974 AMC Gremlin. Quaraun himself, has a Vardo (wooden covered wagon) that is towed by a pair of moose.

Quaraun is homeless, incapable of understand the logic behind living in a house, Quaraun lives in a pink silk tent that he sets up along roadsides.

When upset, Quaraun packs up everything he owns into a bag of holding, and starts walking. He walks hundreds of miles each week. Staying to the coastline, and walking all the way to the top of the continent, then turning around and walking all the way back to the bottom of the continent, repeating this, year after year.

Quaraun is hypersensitive to light, often sleeping during the day and doing everything at night, to avoid the sunlight.

Quaraun is hypersensitive to sound and avoids noises at all costs, especially music. He will allow no music or instruments near him.

Quaraun is hypersensitive to touch, and hyper allergic to most types of fabric which is why he only wears silk and fur pelts — the only two types of cloth which do not cause his skin to break out in blister rashes and hives.

He does all these things, because I do all these things.

I have Autism. Non-verbal low functioning Autism.

Additionally I have MS, and have extreme limited use of most of my body, as a result, including I have no grip strength in my hands, so I can not lift anything over ten pounds.

As for my eyes, I am legally blind in the daytime but not at night, and I can not see people’s faces at all. There are three disorders which I have, which cause this.

They are:

Cone dystrophy, Hemeralopia, and Prosopagnosia

Cone Dystrophy - Symptoms, Causes, Treatment | NORD
Learn about Cone Dystrophy, including symptoms, causes, and treatments. If you or a loved one is affected by this…rarediseases.orgCone cells are located throughout the retina. The highest concentration of cone cells is clustered in the oval-shaped, yellowish area near the center of the retina (macula). Cone cells are involved in the part of vision that enables a person to see fine details, read or recognize faces. Cone cells also play a role in the perception of color. Cone cells function best in bright light. Rod cells are found throughout the retina except in the center. Rod cells enable people to see in low or limited light.

….In progressive cone dystrophy, associated symptoms become worse over time. Progressive cone dystrophy usually develops in late childhood or early during adulthood. However, the rate of progression and age of onset can vary greatly from one person to another.Damage to cone cells can result in decreased clarity of vision (reduced visual acuity) when looking straight ahead (central vision), a reduced ability to see colors and an abnormal sensitivity to light (photophobia).

…Individuals with cone dystrophy can usually see well at night or in low light situations because the rod cells are usually unaffected.

….Cone cells are involved in the part of vision that enables a person to see fine details, read or recognize faces.

…There is no cure for cone dystrophy. Treatment is directed toward the specific symptoms that are apparent in each individual. Treatment may include using tinted lenses or dark sunglass in bright environments and magnifying devices to assist in reading and other similar activities.

Hemeralopia - Wikipedia
Hemeralopia (from Greek ημέρα hemera, "day", and αλαός alaos, "blindness") is the inability to see clearly in bright…en.wikipedia.orgHemeralopiadescribed as insufficient adaptation to bright light. It is also called “heliophobia” and “day blindness”.In hemeralopia, daytime vision gets worse, characterised by photoaversion (dislike/avoidance of light) rather than photophobia (eye discomfort/pain in light), which is typical of inflammations of the eye. Nighttime vision largely remains unchanged due to the use of rods as opposed to cones (during the day), which are affected by hemeralopia and in turn degrade the daytime optical response. Hence, many patients feel they see better at dusk than in daytime.Hemeralopia is known to occur in several ocular conditions including cone dystrophy

Prosopagnosia

Prosopagnosia - Wikipedia
Prosopagnosia (from Greek prósōpon, meaning "face", and agnōsía, meaning "non-knowledge"), also known as face…en.wikipedia.orgProsopagnosia, also known as face blindness, is a cognitive disorder of face perception in which the ability to recognize familiar faces, including one’s own face (self-recognition), is impaired

….The functionality of the fusiform gyrus allows most people to recognize faces in more detail than they do similarly complex inanimate objects. For those with prosopagnosia, the method for recognizing faces depends on the less sensitive object-recognition system.

…In congenital prosopagnosia, the individual never adequately develops the ability to recognize faces.

…Prosopagnosics often learn to use “piecemeal” or “feature-by-feature” recognition strategies. This may involve secondary clues such as clothing, gait, hair color, skin color, body shape, and voice. Because the face seems to function as an important identifying feature in memory, it can also be difficult for people with this condition to keep track of information about people, and socialize normally with others.

….People with this disorder cannot make any sense of faces and are unable to make same–different judgments when they are presented with pictures of different faces. They are unable to recognize both familiar and unfamiliar faces. In addition, apperceptive sub-types of prosopagnosia struggle recognizing facial emotion. However, they may be able to recognize people based on non-face clues such as their clothing, hairstyle, skin color, or voice. Apperceptive prosopagnosia is believed to be associated with impaired fusiform gyrus.

…Individuals with congenital prosopoagnosia have no mental images of faces, including of close relatives,

….Developmental prosopagnosia can be a difficult thing for a child to both understand and cope with. Many adults with developmental prosopagnosia report that for a long time they had no idea that they had a deficit in face processing, unaware that others could distinguish people solely on facial differences. Individuals with congenital prosopoagnosia have no mental images of faces

…Prosopagnosia in children may be overlooked; they may just appear to be very shy or slightly odd due to their inability to recognize faces. They may also have a hard time making friends, as they may not recognize their classmates. They often make friends with children who have very clear, distinguishing features.[citation needed] Children with prosopagnosia can have a particularly difficult time at school, as many school professionals are not well versed in prosopagnosia, if they are aware of the disorder at all.

….Children with prosopagnosia may also have difficulties following the plots of television shows and movies, as they have trouble recognizing the different characters. They tend to gravitate towards cartoons, in which characters have simple but well-defined characteristics, and tend to wear the same clothes, may be strikingly different colours or even different species. Prosopagnosiac children even have a hard time telling family members apart, or recognizing people out of context (e.g., the teacher in a grocery store). Some have difficulty recognising themselves in group photographs.

I have those 3 things. That is why I can not see in daylight, can see at night, and can only identify people by their hair and clothing

If you change your hair or clothes, I rely on how your voice sounds to recognize you. I can not see or identify faces.

Cones control day vision. My cones are what is damaged, causing me to be legally blind in daylight.

Rods control night vision. My rods are not damaged and I have more then is normal, causing me to have night vision similar to a cats.

I had a serious head injury when I was 9 years old about a year after Grammy Helen died. I’ve not been able to see faces ever since.

And these are the eye disorders I write the character BoomFuzzy as having, because I know what it is like to live with them.

boomfuzzy-young-16.pngBoomFuzzy young

Additionally:

For those who are not long time readers of my website (which has been updated daily about my health since 1996) :

  • In June 2016 I was diagnosed with what the doctor said was: “probably ALS, but there is no test for ALS, it could be MS, but there is no test for that either”.

ALS is Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease.

While MS is Multiple Sclerosis, which is basically the same as ALS but has a longer/slower progression.

…while the diagnosis came in June 2016, the doctor started running weekly tests in October 2010, and ruled out 81 additional “MS-like” diseases first, until MS and ALS were the only 2 possibilities left.

  • I had a stroke in 2010, which is what inspired the start of the tests, but I had the MS symptoms since the mid-1980s. They started showing up when I was 16 years old, after a 3 month illness that the doctor said “must be mono, but damn does this look like small pox”. Whatever I had when I was 16, it was never diagnosed, as the doctor said everything was showing small pox, but the doctor then said it wasn’t possible to be small pox. Whatever it was, it is was “triggered” the MS symptoms.

Because that ALS/MS diagnosis was a decade ago, the doctor is now saying “MS is more likely then ALS, but it could still be either”. There is no cure or treatment for either and no test to determine either, and it is a waiting game to see “is you don’t die in 10 years it’s likely not ALS because ALS kills most people within 2 years, while it takes MS 50+ years to kill you” (according to my doctor).

The only real difference between the 2 (according to my doctor), is ALS usually you die within 2 to 10 years, while MS you can linger on for decades. Though there are cases of ALS lingering for 50+ years as it did with Steven Hawking. In either case, be it MS or ALS — it means my muscles, ligaments, and nerves are deteriorating and overall I am losing use of my legs and arms..and the issue that is majorly impacting my going to PortCon, is it is also impacting my lungs.

  • The act of standing up from a sitting down position, causes my lungs to seize and my heart rate to soar to 212 while my blood pressure rate drops to 60 — meaning the act of physically standing up, is so stressful on my lungs that I pass out-
  • — which is why the last 2 years I was unable to attend PortCon alone, and why this year when no one could go with me, I was unable to stay for more than 2 hours each day.

PortCon 2024 was my 10th year attending, though life issues and health issues, caused me to only be able to attend 2 days this year, and only one panel each day. Unfortunately, my muscle and nerve deterioration has reached a point where I can now only stand up for very short amounts of time, and am only able to get out of bed for 2 or 3 hours MAX per day.

This means walking the vast halls of the Hilton Hotel, or trying to walk through the Maine Mall, have become nearly impossible. Each of the past 3 years, I’ve spent fewer and fewer hours at PortCon.

While I used to attend over a dozen conventions, festivals, and car shows every summer, PortCon is now the last remaining convention I still attend, and I’m not sure how much longer I am going to be able to do that.

  • Additionally, I never regained use of my left hand after the stroke in 2010;
  • while the ALS/MS is causing me to lose grip strength in both my hands and wrists, meaning I am now struggling to hold the cane, a thing I can not walk without since the 2013 golf club attack at SMCC
  • The diagnosis is combined with an additional diagnosis of Psoriasis in May 2019, (which largly effects my skin, causing massive irritations for cloth and why I can only wear real silk, real cotton, or certain types of wool and rayon, but not any other type of fabrics). but also affects my lungs, heart, and liver as well.
  • and Chronic tendinitis -a type of “muscle arthritis” not to be confused with tendinitis, which is a sports injury- a diagnosis from 2010, but I had symptoms of since the mid-1990s
  • and Rheumatoid Arthritis which I was diagnosed with at age 4…the affects my pelvis, hips, knees, thumbs, and wrist joints…

While “regular” Arthritis affects your bones only, Rheumatoid Arthritis, affects your joints, cartalige, muscles, and blood vessels

  • I have had hip dysplasia since an improperly healed broken hip that happened when I was 4, and this is why I have never been able to run my entire life, and from age 4 to 37 walked with a tall walking stick, that was shoulder height, but from 37 onward switched to a cane
  • when I was 14, my jaw was broken from being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick; the bone fused my jaw shut, and I was fully 100% mute from the age of 14, until June 2016 at the age of 42, when, during an MRI, the doctor discovered the fused jaw bone and made the discovery “OMG! she’s not a dumb mute!”

… the following week, surgery to my jaw, removed the bone and 7 of my teeth, the who section replaced with a 3d-printed kiln fired ceramic bone and teeth… and from June 2016 to currently, I now have some VERY LIMITED ability to make verbal sounds….

  • ….unfortunatly 30+ years of never having used my voice, my vocal chords grew incorrectly and are not wide enough or strong enough to make normal voice sounds.

This is why my voice is a “whisper” and an “extreme high pitch like a dog whistle”.

  • What that means is, I am now able to “speak” but you MUST be stand face to face, looking at my face, in order to hear me. I can not speak ‘audibly loud” and can not do things like shout or yell at all because I can not raise my voice. The whisper sound of my voice is so low, that if you are beside me but facing away from me, you will not hear it.

Additionally, as I have been fully 100% mute for three decades, it was recently discovered I have no understand of how to sound out words. I have no knowledge of how to move my tounge or lips, to cause sounds to form, and while I know what the words sound like, I simply do not know how to make those sounds. Meaning I have an extremely limited vocal vocabulary, on par with a 4 or 5 year old child; though this slowly changes as I study how to speak. Unfortunatly, because I am bedridden, I am often weeks, months, sometimes years, between coming face to face with a person, and so have limited opportunities to practice speaking.

Attempts to talk to relatives, aunts, uncles, cousins, and neighbours, simply results in them calling me “a fucking retard”, saying I am “too retarded to live”, or yelling that “will someone just shoot that fucking retard in the head!”.

“You deserve to be shot” is the single #1 responce relatives and neighbours have to my attempts to try to speak verbal, which has further resulted in I simply stopped trying to talk to anyone at all.

Someone talked to me today.
Kind people are so rare.medium.com

If you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at…
If you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at his…medium.com

It is why I can not run away or call out for help when bullies attack, as well as why it is so easy for attackers to sneak up on me and me not see them coming.


For those of you online reading this, who do not know me offline. I am like this:

This is how I talk.

I am retarded.

I have Autism, I act like THIS:

THIS is how I talk and act:

And if you didn’t know that, then you fucking didn’t know me! So stop claiming you do!

Yes. I am retarded and so is my main character, because I write him to have the exact same disabilities I have.

And because of that, I also have hundreds of reviews from parents and siblings of Autistic people who say they are glad I made my character as I did, because seeing the world through his eyes, helped them to better understand how their autistic child sees the world.

There will be naysayers, there will be bullies, there will be bigots, but you ignore them, and you write your books, exactly the way you see the world. You don’t be afraid to be who you are. Don’t let them use your disability as an excuse to sweep you under a rug.
 
Don’t try to write like others. Don’t try to “be normal”. You are your own normal. There is no normal that applies to everyone. Everyone is different. You write what is normal to you.

You don’t need to try to write what “everyone” wants to read. Write what YOU want to read. Then seek out the people who want to read that same type of thing. That’s what I did.

More Info is on these pages:

Do people do that?
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It's like I could have written this.
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Speaking American English is much more difficult than writing it.
I have become very good at writing the American English Language, but I am terrible at trying to speak it.medium.com

Relearning to Walk
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Frustrations of relearning to walk
A look at how far I’ve come in 10 years of physical therapy, and how much further there is still to go before I can…medium.com

Is it true you are an alien abductee?
Amphibious Aliens — Medium Editionmedium.com

What even IS relatable content?
Does anyone really know?medium.com

Readers Who Engage With Hundreds of Medium Writers Each Day aka More Thoughts on Relearning To Walk
A look at life with a broken spinemedium.com

Old Orchard Beach & Biddeford, Maine, USA
Old Orchard Beach & Biddeford, Maine, USAmedium.com

On Living With Autism
On Living With Autismmedium.com

Character Creation Tips
Character Creation Tips-The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane💟🌸🦄| Cozy Short Slice of Life Dark Fantasy Furry Bara…medium.com

Wait, are there really 10 years olds who don’t know how to cook?
An unexpected rant.medium.com

Is kindness a lost art?
Writers Behaving Badly on Reddit…medium.com

US Coast Guard @ Old Orchard Beach, Maine (April 24, 2024)
Update: We found out what was going on.medium.com

On Writing Yaoi (Gay Hentai aka Gay Monster porn)
On Writing Yaoi (Gay Hentai aka Gay Monster porn)-The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane💟🌸🦄| Cozy Short Slice of Life…medium.com

Update: July 6, 2023

I'm getting messages about Atwaters flipping out over the RainMan movie post I mentioned the other day. I don't know what they are talking about, but they seem to have movies mixed up or something.

I'm sorry, no... I don't think they have a clue what the RainMan movie is... they SERIOUSLY are mixing it up with something else, I don't know what... this is the RainMan movie... THIS is REAL and ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers which has no medical connection to Autism whatsoever... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DH6S0wKKGBM

THIS is what I have, and the Atwaters'd know that, had they ever met me in person and talked to me face to face because THIS is also EXACTLY how I talk and act... don't be fooled by the fact that I can think and type, because thinking and typing does NOT translate into how I act or talk...

THIS is REAL AND ACTUAL Autism https://youtu.be/G4Hwsz1sQmc

THIS is what I have, and they'd know that, had they ever met me in person and talked to me face to face because THIS is also EXACTLY how I talk and act... don't be fooled by the fact that I can think and type, because thinking and typing does NOT translate into how I act or talk.


And THIS is why no one can say nothing or do nothing near me, because I REMEMBER EVERYTHING word for word, line for line... even without the camera running 24/7... THIS is REAL and ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers which has no medical connection to Autism whatsoever... https://youtu.be/gN2ZP-q_qpc

THIS is what I have, THIS is how I talk and act and what I do... THIS is why I can not go out in public without a caretaker with me https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioMspoSNgmw



THIS is me, and THIS is how I talk:



@eelkat #artcar #wheelchair #cairns #biddefordmaine #mswarrior ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen


@eelkat #wheelchair #biddefordmaine #artcar #mobilityaid #cairnterriersoftiktok ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen


@eelkat #mobilityaid #biddefordmaine #cairnterriersoftiktok #mswarrior #dogsoftiktok ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen


@eelkat #dogsoftiktok #cairnterriersoftiktok #biddefordmaine #mobilityaid #dogwalk ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen


There is a woman who is a stranger to me, showing up in my driveway for 3 years now, and no one in my family knows who she is. She has vandalised the building, the cars, and June 2023, she killed my dog - vet said he was poisoned and gave us all the toxicology reports, we had an autopsy done - this woman poisoned my dog and we can prove it, and we are trying to find out who she is, so we can take her to court for killing my dog. 

 I AM LEGALLY BLIND. Also MUTE. Can not talk. So, yeah, I can also guarantee you never HEARD me say a single word. Do consider that I have been legally blind since birth and mute since I was 14 due to being beaten in the face with a brick that broke my jaw and it healed in place, so I could not open my mouth to speak. Vocalizations were jumbled garbles, because I could not move me jaw to form words.

On top of that, I was born with non-verbal Autism, and selective mutism.


I had to have surgery June 2016 to fix my jaw so that I could even START to learn to talk - so I haven't even been talking yet for a full decade either!

To date I can speak only to Ben and Etiole and Paul clearly, and to my 3 brothers and father with some slurring, to my mother with heavy slurring, and I've not been able to form words with anyone else.

I TYPE to communicate, I have MY ENTIRE LIFE - it is WHY I have a touch typing speed of 175 words per minute.

If you are talking with me face to face, I have to TYPE or WRITE my response, something I have done for almost FIFTY years now... and anyone who ACTUALLY knows me, KNOWS this.

And, if you are talking to someone who can see and can speak and who is claiming to be me - you really NEED to call the police, because whoever you're talking to, it's NOT me and you need to report them for impersonating me... which does seem to be an issue, considering SO MANY Atwaters claim to know me, even though I've NEVER met ANY of them. Likewise many Atwaters claim to have talked to me, but, I AM MUTE, so who the fuck is talking to them and claiming they are me?

Mute people can not talk. Blind people can not see. Do you REALLY not know what legally blind means? I was 42 when i had the jaw surgery that allowed me to talk again after decades of being mute, a surgey Ben paid for June 2016, my voice is a whisper because of 31 years of not using my vocal chords. I have been blind and mute my whole life, a thing I can prove with medical records, and the fact that the Atwaters seem to be unaware of that is rather concerning, because it indicates someone has been impersonating me since CHILDHOOD.

And I will repeat again: I have NEVER MET THE ATWATERS. I DO NOT KNOW the Atwaters. Any Atwater claiming to know me, is either lying to you, or is being scammed by someone lying to them by pretending to be me. KEEP IN MIND, these are the SAME Atwaters who claim to be unaware my son was murdered and also claim to be unaware I was crippled and bedridden for 10 years. Take a good long LOOK at the Atwater lies about me. They tell you i can walk? Since when? They tell you i can see? Since when? They tell you i can talk? Since when? Fucking Atwaters are scam artists scamming you. Those same Atwaters who tell you the homeless WW2 veteran man who lives in my car is an alien, the same Atwaters who tell you i believe in aliens when i think people who believe in aliens are nutjobs. The same Atwaters who say i am a witch who casts curses when i am a Mormon and don't know the first thing about curses.

I don't know the Atwaters.

And The Atwaters sure as hell don't know me.

So whoever is telling you I know the Atwaters or the Atwaters know me is lying to you.

You need to go back to that person and ask them why they are lying to you about me.


I repeat: these are the SAME Atwater's who call my homeless WW2 veteran friend and alien. He's an old man who survere mental disorders from surviving a horrific war, and I do not appreciate the Atwaters bullying him and spreading stupid alien rumors and lies about him.

These are the same Atwaters who call my car haunted. My car is not haunted, and I do not apreachiate the Atwaters spreading their ridiculus evil spirit and demon lies about me, my family, my friends, and my car.

These same Atwaters, are the ones who call me a witch and claim I cast curses, even though they know full well I am not a witch and do not know anything about curses.

These are the same Ataters who are bending over backwards to do everything in their power to erase the existence of my son Xavier-Octavian, and his murder. No one who is without guilt has any reason to bury evidence of a child's murder.

After the November 14, 2013 atack that crippled me and murdered my son, I was paralyzed for 5 months, in a wheelchair after that, spent 18 months relearning to walk, got a job at WalMart in 2015, and less then a year later the Claire and Kendra duo attacked again, this time with a shopping cart, this time broke my spine - and I had to relearn to walk yet again, and I'm not yet able to walk unaided. And the Atwaters, who know about it - SEVEN of them were at the hospital and ARE fully aware of how badly I was injured - are the SAME Atwaters who are right now, PRETENDING they do not know about it - why? They are lying to you. I don't know why, but they are.

But the Atwaters who are lying to you about my health, they are the same ones who are lying about my son's murder too, and are the same ones who lie about the homeless veteran (they one they call Etiole and claim is a cryptid alien), and they are the same ones lying about my car, claiming it is haunted when it is not. They are doing a LOT of lying, and I don't know why, but I don't like it.

What are they so desperately trying to hide?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I am not legally blind?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I was not mute from the age of 14 to 42?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I am a witch?

Why are they so desperate to pretend my friend is an alien?

Why are they so desperate to pretend my car is haunted?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I have not been crippled and bedridden from a broken spine these past ten years?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I left the Mormon church?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I am anti-Mormon?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I cast curses?

Why are they so desperate to pretend my son was not murdered?

Why are they so desperately trying to convince everyone they meet these slanderous things they pretend about me?

I do not understand why they do these things.

November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 Here's a fun activity - raise your hand if you know of a single person related to me who has EVER EVEN ONCE acknowledged my son's murder. My mother? My father? My brothers? My aunts? My uncles? My cousins? The baby's father? Any of them? Yeah. Not one. Why? You see I was supposed to die to. But I lived.

And I spent 10 years relearning to walk. And I'm back, and they can't stand it. But the question is: WHY? That's the part I do not understand. Why? Why did they want me dead? Why are they in unison going mega overboard in the gaslighting champaign to make everyone forget my son was murdered?

Why are they so incredibly upset now, to see me almost walking again?

What are they trying to hide? I trusted these people, and I can't anymore, because, well: look at what they are doing, look at the extreme measures they are taking to erase all memory of my murdered infant. Why did they go so extreme in lying to my church about me, telling my church I had left it and become anti-Mormon, never once telling my church the truth: that I was crippled and dying and bedridden from horrific injuries? It's one thing to tell my church nothing, but they built up a huge web of lies to hide from my church the fact that I was injured and my baby murdered. Why did they do that? I don't understand their current behavior. Why are they so desperate to hide my son's existence, to hide his murder, to hide my injuries? What don't they want me to find out?

And I'm tired of your questions. I find answering them to be a waste of my time. Please leave me alone.

I'm grieving the loss of my son, who was a victim of murder, and my priority is identifying and apprehending the killer. Reach out to me solely if you have information that can contribute to the arrest of the individual responsible for my son's killing. I appreciate your understanding in allowing me the privacy I seek; please refrain from contacting me. Bringing the person who ended my son's life to justice is a vital task. I don't value your trivial gossip, and I don't want to be bothered with it anymore. Your actions of bullying and harassing my family during our mourning period are not wanted; please grant us the space we need.

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


The Claire and Kendra who crippled me and murdered my son look like this:

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

Claire's hair is EXTRAORDINARILY UNIQUE, and that is why the FB is looking for anyone who had a friend or relative, November 2013, who had THIS hair style: a chin length razor straight page boy with TWO wide bands of colour: light blond, and dark brownish blond, each band 2 to 3 inches wide, forming a remarkably distinctive zebra stripe look, of 10 to 12 alternating bars of colour. It was NOT a wig. She was close enough to me to tell it was her real hair. It appeared the darker bands were her natural hair colour and the light bands were an attempt to bleach it. She had HEAVY wrinkles on her face, and very dry flaky skin of extremely pale white, she looked to be a smoker based on the formation of the wrinkles/texture of skin/and over all bad teeth. She looked to be around 60 to 65 years old, meaning now in 2023 she'd be 70 to 75 years old. The 2nd time she attacked, in July 2016 at Scarborough WalMart she had a very unnatural purple red burgundy tint to her hair, same cut, no longer striped, but not dying in a while as there was a inch or o of VERY GREY natural blond color at the roots; the 3rd time she attacked in 2018, when she was in the hall of my apartment at 27 High Street in Biddeford, her hair was dyed a bright purple red, that looked like a burgundy red hair dye that had reacted badly to chemicals so had a weird unintended purple tint to a dark natural red. She showed up at the 409 Main Street apartment in 2021, hiding behind the dumpster after attempting to break into the laundry room, her hair was a fades orange red dye, same hair cut that time.

HE is my son's murderer, SHE is the one who crippled me

SHE is the one the FBI is looking for.

Never forget, November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

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If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

She shows up at my yard (both in Old Orchard and in Biddeford), at my college classes, at my workplace... always violent and smashing things, always yelling "transvestite freak" and similar hate slurs about transgender people (she seems to believe I am transgender even though I am I cis woman, and her hatred of transgender people seems to be her primary motive.).

At one point the man who was with her called her "Vallerie". But she herself talked of herself (in a bizarre, not how normal people talk "3rd person") Claire. She kept saying things like "I'm Claire, bitch!" and "I'm Claire you fucking transvestite freak!"

She really, really, really, really was going overboard in emphasizing that her name was Claire - to the point that I am led to believe that her name is NOT Claire, and that she was in fact pretending to be someone else, who's name was Claire.

The fact that the man with her (who was later discovered to be a Biddeford police officer - he was identified in February 2025 when he was killed in a car accident in New Hampshire.) called her "Vallerie" and not "Claire" when he talked to her, indicates, that her name is more likely to be Valerie, then Claire.

But I know no one named either Vallerie or Claire, and outside of these events where she shows up and attacks, I've never seen this woman before and have no clue who she is.

She has attacked more then a dozen times, IN ADDITION to the golf club attack when she murdered my son and crippled me.

She frequently dies her hair and wears wigs. And has looked quite different in the over TWELVE YEARS of her stalking and harassment

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

I found a pin that shows a similar hairstyle:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/tonos-de-cabello-rubio--322148179608879161/

In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

She most often looks like this, with the red hair... and it was what she looked like on the December 24, 2016 Christmas Eve attack at my dad's apartment building. And THIS attack we have on camera, and so we have actual video footage of her... including, we have audio files of her yelling and chanting "transvestite freak!" while shooting a gun, during the Christmas Eve attack at 27 High Street, Biddeford, Maine.



Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim


Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".

Her face is covered in deep "smokers wrinkles" and her skin is very, very abnormally dry and flakey.

She had a somewhat large nose, (kind of more like a man's nose then a woman's nose) and very thin lips (almost none existant, again, more like a man's lips, then a womans)... she is a LOT bigger then me... a LOT - I am 5'6" and she's maybe 5'11" to 6'2"... she's like really, really, really big.

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".


at one point at the Round One in the Maine Mall attack, she pulled off the green clown wig while she was yelling and her hair was a black-black super fake dyed black pageboy.


The 2016 attack is the one that did the most damage and. That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmigly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby. She had distinctive two-inch wide stripes in her hair all the way around her head, platinum blond and dark reddish brown, in a pageboy haircut.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmingly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

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


That the Atwaters are lying about me, my health, my son, my car, my friends, just makes them look VERY GUILTY of being involved in my son's murder. WHO other then someone involved has a motivation to hide the truth?

Ask yourself THIS:

Why did YOU come to The Amphibious Aliens page?

You came here looking for aliens.

Why?

WHO sent you here?

Was it an Atwater?

Think about that.

Think long and hard about that.

You came here looking for aliens, because an Atwater told you, I was an alien abductee. They lied to you. I don't even believe in aliens. I think people who believe in alien abductions are crazy. And yet, here YOU are, reading this page, because someone told you I was an alien abductee. They lied to you about me. Now ask yourself WHY did they lie to you? What was their motive? What was they trying to hide? What TRUTH are they trying to bury, by filling your mind with lies about aliens?

You went after my friend, an elderly homeless veteran. Because someone told you he was an alien. Why? What kind of an evil person, is so cruel that they harass a homeless man in this manner? What kind of sick, vile person spreads rumors and lies like this about a homeless man who lives under tree bark leantoos?

You came here looking for haunted cars and Stephen King, and those are not here either.

Evil people do evil things.

My son was murdered by evil people.

And now additional evil people are trying to cover up his murder, by spreading malicious rumors and lies about me, my family, my friends, my car.

You ask yourself WHO sent you here, and then you go tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 who that person was.

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Have you seen either of these women who crippled me and murdered by son?
If so please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer @ 207-774-9322

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If you have any information, about the group of 70+ people who ganged up on me and murdered my infant son,

please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322

ask for Agent Andy Drewer.


November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.

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April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.

September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (the thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).

June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.

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I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.

There are more details, on the other sign, on the other window, on the other side of the car.



NEVER FORGET:


On Christmas Day December 2023, my son would have celebrated his 10th birthday... but...


...On November 14, 2013, my unborn son was murdered by CHRISTIANS who mistook me, a straight 8 month pregnant woman, for a gay man, and attacked me with golf clubs, in The SMCC parking lot at 10PM while I was putting bags in my car.

And THAT is WHY I painted this car... so you would come closer, to see the art, and read about my son's murder, so that you can spread awareness, and prevent what happened to me, from happening to anyone else.

Your hatred defines you, and you are NOT a Christian and are NOT doing Jesus' work if you are actively trying to hurt people.

Is MURDERING PEOPLE REALLY what your God teaches?

I am not only a Christian; I am an ordained minister, and a devote practitioner of Folk Catholicism. Because JESUS TAUGHT all women to cover their heads, I wear a veil, exactly as the Catholic Church teaches us to do. I was wearing a veil the day my son was murdered, the day I was crippled. The attackers, while beating me with a golf club, not only falsely accused me of being a gay man, but they also accused me of being what they termed "a Muslim terrorist", because I wear a veil. These so called Christians knew so little about what their Jesus taught, that they didn't know Jesus commanded woman to wear veils.

I am crippled for the rest of my life, and my son is DEAD, because HATERS were "doing Jesus' work" and getting rid of what they THOUGHT was a gay man in a dress.

Ask yourself this: is murdering people REALLY what Jesus would do? Is hating LGBTQAI+ people REALLY what Jesus would do?

I don't think so. Jesus taught to love EVERYONE. And if YOU hate the LGBTQAI+ community, then you have no clue what it means to be Christian and are giving Christians a bad name. And you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

There are more details on the other sign, on the other side of the car... read it too... because there was more then one attack, the group was more then 70 people, and the FBI is looking for this group of 70+ murderers who murdered my son.

If you have any information about the group of 70+ people who ganged up on me and murdered my infant son,

please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322

ask for Agent Andy Drewer.


More Info @ eelkat.com

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November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

NEVER FORGET:

My Son Was Murdered, The Killer Walks Free, Your Child Could Be Next!

The Claire who murdered my son, and the Kendra who helped her, looked and dressed like this:

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

Claire's hair is EXTRAORDINARILY UNIQUE, and that is why the FB is looking for anyone who had a friend or relative, November 2013, who had THIS hair style: a chin length razor straight page boy with TWO wide bands of colour: light blond, and dark brownish blond, each band 2 to 3 inches wide, forming a remarkably distinctive zebra stripe look, of 10 to 12 alternating bars of colour. It was NOT a wig. She was close enough to me to tell it was her real hair. It appeared the darker bands were her natural hair colour and the light bands were an attempt to bleach it. She had HEAVY wrinkles on her face, and very dry flaky skin of extremely pale white, she looked to be a smoker based on the formation of the wrinkles/texture of skin/and over all bad teeth. She looked to be around 60 to 65 years old, meaning now in 2023 she'd be 70 to 75 years old. The 2nd time she attacked, in July 2016 at Scarborough WalMart she had a very unnatural purple red burgundy tint to her hair, same cut, no longer striped, but not dying in a while as there was a inch or o of VERY GREY natural blond color at the roots; the 3rd time she attacked in 2018, when she was in the hall of my apartment at 27 High Street in Biddeford, her hair was dyed a bright purple red, that looked like a burgundy red hair dye that had reacted badly to chemicals so had a weird unintended purple tint to a dark natural red. She showed up at the 409 Main Street apartment in 2021, hiding behind the dumpster after attempting to break into the laundry room, her hair was a fades orange red dye, same hair cut that time.

HE is my son's murderer, SHE is the one who crippled me

SHE is the one the FBI is looking for.

Never forget, November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

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

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NEVER FORGET! Never forget the horror inflicted on my family by the murder of my son! Never forget the reasons behind his murder! Education for us females is a costly struggle. And it shouldn't be. We should not have to suffer torture or death as punishment for basic human rights! Join the fight, for we demand not just homes, freedom, and literacy but the recognition of our shared humanity! My baby's death is a call to arms against the injustice we endure.

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

Ask yourself THIS:

Why did YOU come to The Amphibious Aliens page?

You came here looking for aliens.

Why?

WHO sent you here?

Was it an Atwater?

Think about that.

Think long and hard about that.

You came here looking for aliens, because an Atwater told you, I was an alien abductee. They lied to you. I don't even believe in aliens. I think people who believe in alien abductions are crazy. And yet, here YOU are, reading this page, because someone told you I was an alien abductee. They lied to you about me. Now ask yourself WHY did they lie to you? What was their motive? What was they trying to hide? What TRUTH are they trying to bury, by filling your mind with lies about aliens?

You went after my friend, an elderly homeless veteran. Because someone told you he was an alien. Why? What kind of an evil person, is so cruel that they harass a homeless man in this manner? What kind of sick, vile person spreads rumors and lies like this about a homeless man who lives under tree bark leantoos?

You came here looking for haunted cars and Stephen King, and those are not here either.

Evil people do evil things.

My son was murdered by evil people.

And now additional evil people are trying to cover up his murder, by spreading malicious rumors and lies about me, my family, my friends, my car.

You ask yourself WHO sent you here looking for aliens, witches, an haunted cars, and then you go tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 who that person was.

Why did YOU come to The Amphibious Aliens page?

I originally wrote it in response to The Amphibious Alien, an article written by my uncles Bruce and Dickie. Their 1997 article was an interview with MUFON, where they made the claim to have a niece (me) who was an alien abductee who had captured an alien and had an EBE living in her car. I was 15 years old and had no knowledge they had done the interview, until 2007, when MUFON did a ten year anniversary tour of my yard, without my permission, bringing with them several thousand alien hunters armed with beeping boxes. There goal was the catch and EBE, which they explained meant "extraterrestrial biological entity". Me, I had never had of the terms EBE, alien abduction, or amphibious alien before and they were quite shocked, displayed, and horrified to learn that, I was not an alien abductee and knew nothing about aliens. They had copies of the original article with them, along with books by Buddy Hopkins and Whitley Strieber, and well over a hundred tabloid magazine articles all written by these 2 uncles slandering my name by calling me an alien abductee.

My article, Amphibious Aliens, was first published on my Squidoo account squidoo.com/eelkat 

My mother and her brothers Bruce and Dickie, created an alternate Squidoo account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat

My Squidoo account squidoo.com/eelkat housed more then 2k Science Fiction short stories about the fictional characters EelKat and Etiole. EelKat was a talking black bobcat, while Etiole, also known as Captain GoldenEagle and The Silver Arrow, was an Eel Merman, both from the planet Ptarmagin. They are part of the Quaraun series, a section known as The Twighlight Manor series.

My mother and her brothers Bruce and Dickie's, alternate Squidoo account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat was an account which impersonated me and circle jerked my short stories by calling ME EelKat and my homeless veteran friend Etiole, and they scammed a lot of people into thinking that squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat was actually my account, when it was not. That account existed for nearly a decade before I even found out about it. It is from the FAKE IMPERSONATION account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat where people got the incorrect idea that I was an alien abductee, that my homeless veteran friend was an alien named Etiole, that I was "The Seawitch of Old Orchard Beach", and that my car was haunted.

My REAL and ACTUAL account squidoo.com/eelkat contained nothing related to UFOs, alien abductions, witchcraft, haunted cars, or Etiole as a real person.

My mother and her two brothers, used squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat to scam a lot of people, and also to dox me. They put my home address on that account and sent an invitation to MUFON and also Stephen King fans inviting them to my yard. And because of this, for decades I've had to deal with endless UFO nutjobs and psycho deranged stephen King fans trespassing in my yard and harassing me and my homeless friend, whose name I've never put online.

And when the UFO crackpots showed up, they hunted down my homeless friend, harassed him, beat him up, cut him trying to get skin grafts and blood samples, because they were convinced he was an alien, a cryptid, or a demon depending on which of the slanderous defamation articles they had read on squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat

The truth of the matter left the alien hunters even more disappointed, when they met Etoile and he was nothing more then a common ordinary man. A French-Jewish World War Two pilot, badly disfigured from surviving a Nazi concentration camp, who came to Maine in 1953 and was unable to live in society. Suffering from severe post traumatic stress disorder, Etiole retreated to the swamps of The Ross Forest and became a hermit and took to living in holes he dug in the same, dens, like a wild animal. These dens can be found throughout Old Orchard Beach, Ocean Park, Saco, Scarborough, Pine Point, and Biddeford, Maine. And people did find them and created rumors about Cryptids and aliens and bigfoots and Loveland Frog.

I am tired of Etiole being harassed!

The insistence that Etiole is an alien and/or demon causes me to question their sanity, because as you know, I do not believe in either demons or aliens and I question the mental stability of any one who does believe in aliens and/or demons, and I especially question the sanity of anyone who claims homeless men are demons or cars can be demon possessed. We long ago debunked the haunted car rumors around my Dodge, and now people are starting up new haunted car rumors about my Volvo. I'm so sick of these brain dead retards making up slanderous rumors about me, my cars, my family, and my friends.

Etiole, the name you people call him, is not his real name, I've never released his real name, as I never talked about him online. YOU PEOPLE slandering me and him online, is where the name Etiole comes from and I use it online in response to your slander.

And because you people won't stop calling him an alien, demon, cryptid, ghost etc, here... video footage:

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Three of Etiole's dens. 

He has thousands of these all over Maine, a dozen or more in almost every town. 

A WW2 veteran now in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953. 

He has several of these built on my farm, where I've let him live since 1978.

You people harassing him ought to all be ashamed of yourselves.

He owns nothing.

He has nothing.

The car you jackasses cut in half, was the only place he had to get out of the rain and snow.

Go watch those videos. LOOK at how he lives!

You fucking, fucktards! What the hell is wrong with you.

Abusing an elderly, crippled veteran. You're all disgusting.

People like you are what is wrong with the fucking Human race!

He has severe post traumatic stress disorder, his entire body is covered with mutilating disfiguring scars and acid burns that's why his skin is so white - he's actually a black man, did you know that? His skin is grey-snow white from acid burning him during World War 2, that's also why he has no hair, and why he is near mute and can't speak properly.

Etiole is severely disable, horrifically handicapped, both physically and mentally. He's been through enough shit in his life, he doesn't need fuckwads like you bothering him.

LEAVE HIM ALONE!

LEAVE ME ALONE!

LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE!

LEAVE MY CARS ALONE!

LEAVE MY PROPERTY ALONE!

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!

One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine, a dozen or more in almost every town. A disabled and badly disfigured WW2 veteran now in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953, and is Maine's most famous hermit. As they don't last long, he builds new ones every year. Because of harassment by locals who believe him a cryptid, demon, or alien, he is rarely able to stay in any location long. His wife and children were killed in a France concentration camp in the 1940s.

Etiole is a former WW2 pilot and a Captain in the French Air Force. He spent several years imprisoned in Nazi concentration camp, before coming to Old Orchard Beach, Maine as a Jewish refugee in 1953. Before the war he had been a Kalabalist and occult practitioner of Enochian Angel Magic. He had a wife and son who were killed during the war. His body is covered with scars from having been tortured during the war. He has rows of tattooed numbers on his arms from his time in prison. He has no surviving family and suffers from severe PTSD. 

He has massive phobias of people, making it very difficult for anyone to get close to him. He lives in dens that he digs in the sand and covers with branches. 

His mind is still stuck in the war and he is digging fox holes to hide from bomber planes. We've never been able to convince him the war ended 70 years ago. And the locals who harass him have made it VERY difficult to convince him that they are not enemy soldiers attacking him. WW2 has not yet ended in his mind and that's why he lives like he does. He's terrified out of his mind and completely unable to function in any level of normal society. 


My farm is in the swamps on the edge of the Scarbughouh Marsh, and September 23, 1978, I found him unconscious, sick, naked, and dying of starvation, in a swamp behind my house. Me and my cousins Mike and `Timmy nursed him back to health and he fled back into the swamps, but we started leaving food and clothes and bedding for him and he kept coming back to takes these things. In 1987 the transmission of my car died and the car was parked in my rose garden at the edge of the swamp and used as a garden stature. A hurricane hit that same week, and flooded the Scarborough Marsh to dangerous levels, and Etiole had to flee the swamp for higher ground. He fled to my car. After that he took to sleeping in my car at night, some he did every night from 1987 to 2010 when vandals chopped up the car, claiming they had to kill the car to kill the demon living in the car. 

The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330
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It is now 2023, and Etiole is in his 90s now. Still homeless, still too scared of people to leaves the swamps. Still not an alien.

Mike moved away and Timmy died a few years ago. So I'm the last one taking care of Etiole now.

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The article, is still here, now password protected, and those with the password still have access to it. But, the original goal was to debunk the alien rumors, to debunk the haunted car rumors, to ask MUFON people to leave us alone, and to make public my uncle's Pine Land Center Mental Health Records to prove that he was insane and there were no aliens other then the ones that existed in his schizophrenic hallucinations.

MUFON has FINALLY, after many decades removed their articles from publication, taken down their websites about me and Etiole, after many decades of slandering me, my friend, my car, and my family, MUFON has finally stopped their endless onslaught of defamation of me. 

And since this page only existed to debunk the slander and defamation being spread by MUFON, this page no longer has a purpose, and there is no need for it to stay live anymore.

I'm not taking it down, because I do not trust my uncles, and there may come a time when we need this article, and my uncles medical record documents, again.  


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Is it true you are an alien abductee?Amphibious Aliens — Medium Edition

Is it true you are an alien abductee?

No.

And I’m sick of people saying I am!


Seeing how this is the ONLY thing locals keep asking for over and over again, and a man and his 2 toddlers were just here in my driveway chanting “the crazy alien lady” over and over again, while I was trying to unpack grocery bags out of my car, last night.

home again the return of the goldeneagle dodge 330My 1964 Dodge 330, being returned home after UFO freak cut it up and stole it.

Is it true you are an alien abductee?

No. And I don’t know why people say I am, because I’ve never claimed to be. In fact I don’t believe in aliens.

In fact, I vehemently HATE people who believe in UFO and claim to be alien abductees.

I think people who believe in nonsense like aliens, UFOs, demons, ghosts, and haunted are deranged lunatics who should be straight jacketed in mental institutes when they belong.

How did I come to this belief?

I’ll tell you how!

My Uncle, Mervin Bruce Atwater, started the alien rumor. His father, my grandfather was David Henry Atwater. I’ll wait a minute and let that name soak in.

Not familiar with David Henry Atwater? Perhaps you know his best friend Applewhite a little bit better.

Marshall Applewhite - Wikipedia
Marshall Herff Applewhite Jr. (May 17, 1931 - March 26, 1997), also known as Do, among other names, was an American…en.wikipedia.org

Or, maybe you know the group he founded: Heaven’s Gate:

Heaven's Gate (religious group) - Wikipedia
Heaven's Gate was an American new religious movement known primarily for the mass suicides committed by its members in…en.wikipedia.org

Or perhaps you are familiar with the Comet Hale–Bopp:

Comet Hale-Bopp - Wikipedia
Comet Hale-Bopp (formally designated C/1995 O1) is a comet that was one of the most widely observed of the 20th century…en.wikipedia.org

My grandfather, 5 of his sons, and 2 of his daughters, were members of Heaven’s Gate. And March 1997, their plane was delayed in Colorado due to to a storm. They were on their way to California to Kool-Aid themselves to the mothership, but when they arrived in California a day late, and found all their friends had already killed themselves without them, the boarded a plane back to Maine and lashed out at a local homeless man whom I let sleep in my car at night.

A homeless man who is a World War 2 fighter pilot, who spent most of the war as a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp in France. A man who witnessed his wife and children murdered in that camp. A man who had a lot of tattoos, so they peeled his skin off of him, leaving him horrifically disfigured.

A small 5'3" Jewish man who arrived in Old Orchard Beach in 1953, and was harassed so bad by the locals, because of his disfiguring scars, that he fled into The Ross Forest behind the Scarborough Marsh, and became a hermit, living in fox-like holes he digs in the ground and covers over with tree bark.

Because his skin was peeled off of him, he has no hair and has a deathly grey tint to his massively scared skin.

And lunatic UFO nutjobs, call him an “alien grey” because of it.

I found him in the swamp behind my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, in 1978. He was almost dead from starvation when I found him. I nursed him back to health and took to giving him food and clothes and blankets and supplies. I would let him live inside, but he is terrified of buildings, he won’t set foot in one.

I let him sleep in my car at night, a 1964 Dodge 330, from 1978, until locals chopped it up in 2010 which chanting that they had to kill the car to kill the demon living in it. They tore apart my car trying to get to him to kill him, because they claimed he was a demon.

My grandfather, 5 of his sons, and 2 of his daughters, were members of Heaven’s Gate. And March 1997, their plane was delayed in Colorado due to to a storm. They were on their way to California to Kool-Aid themselves to the mothership, but when they arrived in California a day late, and found all their friends had already killed themselves without them, the boarded a plane back to Maine and lashed out at the local homeless man whom I let sleep in my car at night.

They called him “an amphibious alien”, they said he was “a reptilian shapeshifter” and accused him of causing the storm that delayed their flight “to the mothership Hale-Bopp”.

My Uncle Mervin Bruce, wrote an article for the MUFON group, an article called “Amphibious Aliens”, in which he claimed his niece (me) was was an “alien abductee” who was “hiding an EBE in her car”.

He’s the same uncle who started the “haunted car” rumors about that same car.

The same uncle who founded the “new” Heaven’s Gate, here in Maine, while claiming Hale-Bopp was the wrong comete and Wormwood was the real mothership comet.

And that same uncle, was committed to a mental institute in 2015, because he tried to cut a woman’s foot off after she told him she did not want to go to planet Kolob with him.

He spent the last decade of his life in a padded cell, in Saco Maine, a padded cell with bars on the windows and police guards 24hrs.

My uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater was a raving lunatic, who saw aliens EVERYWHERE, believed a mothership was coming for him, thought the president of the USA was a reptilian shapeshifter, believed in demons, and thought anyone who disagreed with him was themselves a demon.

HE is the one who claimed I was an alien abductee. Not me. And I asked him to stop lying about me. Year after year, I asked him to stop harassing me, stop slandering me… and in 2007, he gathered up THIRTY THOUSAND of his UFO crazed friends from online, and sent them to my farm!I had a bunch of frigging UFO nuts running around my yard with beeping boxes, all screaming they were going to capture the “amphibious alien” and prove once and for all aliens were real!THIRTY FUCKING THOUSAND OF THEM!

The man you call Etiole is not an alien. He’s a homeless world war 2 veteran. A Jewish Kabbalist who was a fighter pilot in France. Was tortured and disfigured in a Nazi concentration camp. He doesn't look human because they skinned him and he lived through it.

You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves for calling him an alien and treating him like shit.

I HATE fucking UFO people because they have spent the past 40+ years harassing me and the homeless man who is my friend.You local jackasses are nothing but a bunch abelistic pricks harassing a disabled homeless veteran!

Here, have some videos!

THIS is your fucking “alien”.

A homeless man that locals think is funny to harass. LOOK AT HOW HE LIVES!

THIS is the so called “alien” they keep talking about, THIS is their “Etiole”:

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And the man you call Etiole is not an alien. He’s a homeless world war 2 veteran. A Jewish KKabbalist who was a fighter piloet in France. Was tortured and disfugured in a Nazi concentration camp. He dooesn’t look human because they skinned him and he lived through it. You people aught to be ashamed of yourselves for calling him an alien and treating him like shit.

THIS is you fucking “alien”. LOOK AT HOW HE LIVES!

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@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselder #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine. A ww2 veteran in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953. #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine, dozen or more in almost every town. #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselder #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen
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That dog in those videos by the way, that’s Mickey, the dog these people poisoned and killed July 10, 2023

And one major thing to consider, is this:

The alien abduction rumors were localized to JUST my uncle’s MUFO friends, on ONLY ONE SPECIFIC ONLINE MUFON FORUM — and not locally with local people — BEFORE, my son was murdered, and I became crippled, November 14, 2013…

…it was not until early in 2014, shortly AFTER my son was murdered, and I became crippled, November 14, 2013… that the alien abduction rumors started flying around with LOCALS throughout Old Orchard Beach, Scarborough, Pine Point, Biddeford, and Sanford, Maine.

The FBI agents in charge of the investigation into my son’s murder, believe that the LOCAL alien abduction rumors, are being spread by the woman who murdered my son, in a massive gaslighting attempt, to try to make me look “crazy” so that no one will help with my son’s murder investigation.Why does the FBI think this?

Because, the LOCAL alien abduction rumors flying around with LOCALS throughout Old Orchard Beach, Scarborough, Pine Point, Biddeford, and Sanford, Maine… are VASTLY DIFFERENT from the ones my uncle and his friends tell.The version the LOCALS throughout Old Orchard Beach, Scarborough, Pine Point, Biddeford, and Sanford, Maine tell, goes like this:

“That’s EelKat, that thing is really a man, it is crazy, there is no baby, because men can’t have babies, EelKat is talking about the cats the police took. That thing is Ken’s son. It is crazy, you can tell, because it believes it was abducted by aliens. It is not crippled. It never had surgery. It has no injuries. It is faking a broken spine to to harass my friend.”Whereas the version told my my uncle Bruce and his MUFON friends goes like this:

“My niece was abducted by aliens and she brought one back with her. She has a real live EBE. Wendy’s protecting it and won’t let anyone near it. She says it’s not an alien, but I know she’s lying. Aliens are real no matter how much she says they are not.”Can you see the difference?

My uncle says I am crazy because I DO NOT believe in aliens, and he never mentioned by son or my injuries.

The new wave of alien rumors, focuses ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY on trying to convince locals that I am faking severe life threatening injuries as a way to harass someone; though, as of yet, I don’t know who it is my injures are supposed to be harassing. How does me having $30MILLION in medical bills from hundreds of treatments, operations, and 9 years of physical theory to relearn to walk = me harassing someone?

  • My uncle believed in aliens and was hell bent of trying to find one and was convinced I was hiding one from him… My uncle never called me EelKat. He and his followers called me Wendy. They also called me she, and were well away of the 7 miscarriages I had had between 1978 and 2006, because part of my uncle’s “Amphibious Aliens” article included a section where he listed off all my pregnancies and claimed my fetuses were being stolen by aliens.
  • These recent alien rumors are focused on spreading a narrative that I am faking injuries and faking my son’s murder, as a way to harass, some mysterious person, and then, adds as an afterthought, oh by the way, “EelKat’s crazy, look it believes in aliens”. This group call’s me “it” and “thing” not “she”, and also, never uses my name, instead using “EelKat”, and they focus on a “men can’t have babies” narrative.
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It is EXTREMELY OBVIOUS, that the woman who murdered my son with a golf club and crippled me with that same golf club, is hell bent of trying to make me look crazy, in order to turn attention away from herself. That is what is known as gaslighting.

You see, my uncle was NEVER trying to make me “look crazy”, he wanted to be the first person to catch a real live alien, and thought I had one. He refused to believe that the homeless man who slept in my car at night was an ordinary HUMAN. His goal, was trying to find someone who would convince me to hand my “alien” over to him, and he refused to believe there was no alien.

Also, my uncle died almost a decade ago, AND without him egging them on, his online MUFON friend ran after other things and stopped bothering me.

Which is WHY it was so surprising when in October 2021, the alien rumors started up again, on alarming levels. And violent levels. We first got wind of the new alien rumors November 24, 2021 when a mob of locals surrounded my Biddeford apartment building, beating the building with a sledgehammer and using wire cutter to cut all the wires off the building, while chanting about Etiole and calling him “a suicide demon”, while listing off the names of local suicide victims and claiming that I was a witch sending Etiole to brainwash people into killing themselves!!!! OMG! What the fuck? They did it during a Twitch livestream too, so I have video footage of that attack.

No one has mentioned Etiole at all since my uncle’s death, and my original rebuttal to his Amphibious Aliens article was set to private and archived after MUFON removed his article from their website.

My rebuttal article only existed because his article linked to my website and was sending people to my site looking for UFO and alien stuff and people would get upset that my site had nothing to do with aliens and UFOs, so the page was added to explain, that there were NO aliens, no UFOs., there was just a homeless man sleeping in my car! That page was no longer needed on my site once MUFON removed my uncle’s article and the UFO nuts stopped going to my site looking for aliens.

These local people now, right now, TODAY, in April 2024, in my driveway, RIGHT NOW AS I TYPE THIS, these locals now in Old Orchard Beach, Scarborough, Pine Point, Biddeford, and Sanford, Maine… are NOT alien hunters and UFO nuts looking for evidence of aliens and UFOs.

No.

The woman that shows up near daily for months now, she gibbers about my health, none stop. She stands at the end of my driveway and yells at the cars going by on the street saying:

  • “EelKat’s not blind! She believes in aliens! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Spread the word!”
  • “EelKat’s not crippled! She believes in aliens! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Spread the word!”
  • “There was no baby! EelKat’s not a woman! EelKat’s a transvestite freak! She believes in aliens! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Spread the word!”

Locals have started calling her “The Porch Bitch” because she goes from house to house up and down both sides of Maine Street Biddeford, climbs up on people’s front porches, and yells those things from their porches. She started doing in November 2021, and does t several times a week, every week, for three years now, and was doing it just 3 days ago!

Because of Porch Bitch, when school kids leave the high school, which is next door, they stop in my driveway to chant: “Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!” EVERY SINGLE DAY for 3 YEARS now.

And it’s not just here. Porch Bitch showed up at PortCon Maine two years in a row, in 2022 and 2023, to do her “It’s the crazy alien lady! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!” at the DoubleTree Hilton Hotel, and in the 2023 PortCon, she got over 70 people to join her in her chanting, and spent the ENTIRE 4 days of the convention following me from event to event doing that.

AND, June 2023, Porch Bitch and about 12 others followed me into the Main Mall, and surrounded my table at Round One while I was trying to eat pizza, AND they dumped chopped up onions on my pizza, WHILE they were chanting “EelKat believes in aliens! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!”

I am deathly allergic to onions. I can’t even touch them.

Porch Bitch, is a STALKER… BIG TIME stalker. But we have no clue who she is.

But she is the one doing MOST of the spreading of the alien rumors since 2021, but…

  • she’s fully focused on trying to convince people I am faking being blind in my left eye,
  • she’s fully focused on trying to convince people I am faking a broken spin, and
  • she’s fully focused on trying to convince people I am faking the fake that a psychopath with a golf club, rip my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and beat his head in with a golf club, that she likewise used to break my spine and hips.

…and she is using “EelKat believes in aliens!” as her “proof” that I am faking being disabled.

I uploaded a picture a minute ago. Let’s upload it again:

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Do you see what it says?

THAT is the difference between what my uncle did in the 1990s, and what these people are doing now.

My uncle was not trying to control other people’s view of me. He was just trying to get me to hand over to him, what he believed was an alien.

These new people, they are bending over backwards to try to control how people view me, they are TRYING to make people believe that I believe in aliens, even though anyone who knows me is fully aware I think the whole alien ufo theories are a bunch of nonsense!

In recent weeks. since February 2024, Porch Bitch shows up on Reddit, FaceBook, and Twitter, to post the exact same copy/paste comment on EVERYTHING she can find which includes the phrase:If you have any info about my son’s murder please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The copy/paste post she leaves is this:

“This is misinformation, being spread as targeted personal harassment of my friend.”

Uhm…

Explain to me HOW is asking for people to help the FBI find my son’s killer, interpreted as me harassing someone?

Please explain that.

I’m sorry… is Porch Bitch saying that she KNOWS WHO murdered my son and is WITHHOLDING INFORMATION from the police?

You do know that FBI agents are federal police officers, right?

And apparently Porch Bitch and her friends like prank calling that number, because FBI agents have told me they keep getting waves of prank calls to that hotline number the FBI set up for witnesses to give tips about my son’s murder.

I don’t know who these local people are who are desperately doing everything in their power to try to convince people I am both crazy and an alien lover, but one thing is for sure… they are REALLY HAVILY FOCUSED ON THIS:

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Do you realize that in 2010, when I first asked for help online, in regards to the death threats being sent by a username “Kendra Silvermander” via the NaNoWriMo direct messaging system, that:

* my son had not yet been murdered

* a backhoe had not yet driven over my house

* I was not yet crippled by a deranged woman wielding a golf club

* alien abduction rumors did not yet exist

* Stephen King fans were not yet flocking to my yard

* No one was slandering my reputation by calling me an Erotica author (I’m a Mormon/LDS children’s author)

* no one accused my straight characters of being gay

* no one slandered me, a cis-female, by calling me transgender

ALL of those things, were caused/done/started, by that one stalker.

If you have any information about my son’s murder, or ANYONE who might be spreading these defamatory, slanderous rumours about me, either online or offline, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at his office 1 Middle Street, 4th floor, Portland, Maine

If you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at…
If you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at his…medium.comIf you have any information about my son’s murder, please give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at his office 1 Middle Street, 4th floor, Portland, Maine

Should You Write About Trauma? Thoughts on Surviving The UFO Mass Murder That Kool-Aided 39 Friends and Relatives To Planet Kolob Under The Shadow of Comet Hale-Bopp aka A Look Into Life Inside Heaven’s Gate

This question was just asked on Reddit:

Below is my answer:

>>>Where does one begin when writing in the aftermath of a tragedy that took place 42 years ago? -SOURCE

I think, you should write as much as you can, WHEN you are ready to write that bit; but if any bit it too much for you to write -difficult to think about or too traumatic to focus on then skip those parts.

Don’t force yourself to write the parts you are not yet ready to write.

I was born and raised on one of the Heaven’s Gate compounds. In Old Orchard Beach, Maine. On Portland Ave. Heaven’s Gate if you are not familiar with it, is the “UFO Cult” that broke off of the LDS/Mormon Church in the 1970s, and followed Applewhite (the founder) and my grandfather (Applewhite’s second in command) as they preached about Comet Hale-Bopp being the mothership of God that would fly them through Heaven’s Gate of the Celestial Kingdom on Planet Kolob.

They had HUNDREDS of followers, radicals. I grew up on an off-grid, extremist, survivalist prepper compound, at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, where the adults sat around hugging their guns, stockpiling 3 year food supplies, unrolling miles of barbed wire fence to keep out the Americans, and waiting for the mothership to arrive from Planet Kolob via the Comet Hale-Bopp, to take them to God’s Celestial Kingdom via Heaven’s Gate on Planet Kolob… yep, 1970s Mormonism at its most extreme… and even though I was born and raised in America, I was 31 years old before my first time coming face to face with an American, and boy are the Americans mega shit ton loads of culture shock for me. Electricity. Tap water. Toilets. I’d never seen those things before.

And March 1997, my grandfather, 5 of his sons, and 2 of his daughters (one of whom was my mother, who did not go with them because she was scared to get on the plane), boarded a plane to California to Kool-Aid themselves to the mothership, in the largest mass murder suicide in American history. They killed 39 people with grape KoolAid.

I was 15 years old, and I survived. And I’ve spent the 25 years since then being the butt end of online memes and jokes about aliens, ufos, and suicide demons.

I’ve tried many times to write down what it was like growing up with the leaders of Heaven’s Gate and their absolute insanity. The barbaric things they did to physically torture, and cripple any of us children who dared question them. I had more broken bones by the time I was 8 years old than a whole town of people will ever have in their lifetime. Those of us not compliant enough got locked in cages and left to starve to death. I’m only alive today because an FBI raid rescued me out of one of those cages — a cage I was in for 27 years, from the time I was 8 years old until I was 31 years old.

People think Heaven’s Gate is gone. It’s not. They had over 400 members in 1997 when the suicide event happened, only 39 of them died. and the group today in 2024, has over 2k members and are waiting for Comet Wormwood now.Marshall Applewhite — Wikipedia


Marshall Herff Applewhite Jr. (May 17, 1931 — March 26, 1997), also known as Do, among other names, was an American…en.wikipedia.orgHeaven’s Gate (religious group) — Wikipedia


Heaven’s Gate was an American new religious movement known primarily for the mass suicides committed by its members in…en.wikipedia.orgComet Hale-Bopp — Wikipedia


Comet Hale-Bopp (formally designated C/1995 O1) is a comet that was one of the most widely observed of the 20th century…en.wikipedia.org

I’ve tried hundreds of times to write what it was like to grow up in the hell that was The Heaven’s Gate UFO Suicide Cult, but, I’ve never gotten much further then what I just said here, now.

The memories are too horrific. Too traumatizing to try to write.

I try to live a normal life, but I have no concept of anything anyone ever talks about.

Schools? What even is that? I never went to school. I can’t even wrap my mind around what a school might even be like!

People talk about TV shows and movies… I look them up on YouTube to try to figure out what they are talking about and I simply can not understand most of anything related to TV or movies at all.

American sit at tables and eat with forks.

FORKS!

OMG! I had no idea forks were things you were supposed to eat with? I grew up knowing forks as a torture device, a weapon, used to stab children in the arms if they could not memorize Bible verses correctly.

Forks are very traumatic torture devices that I simply can not have near me. And yet Americans use them to eat their food.

I’ve lived among Americans almost 2 decades now and I am still daily amazed by the things they do that they consider normal, things that I can not even begin to understand at all!

And while people act like Heaven’s Gate was a long time ago… it really wasn’t that long ago for those of us, who survived it and cringe when we see things like the UFO Cult quest in Red Dead Redemption 2 video game. People make jokes and memes about the UFO cult that mass murdered a shit ton load of people, but they forget, those who died at Heaven’s Gate had children who are still very much alive today. I’m one of them.

That is why I say, you should write as much as you can, WHEN you are ready to write that bit; but if any bit it too much for you to write -difficult to think about or too traumatic to focus on then skip those parts.

Don’t force yourself to write the parts you are not yet ready to write.

It’s now been 27 years since the Heaven’s Gate kool-aid UFO mass murder that my grandfather, my uncles, and their friends did, and I still struggle to sleep at night, haunted by night terrors, every day, I struggle to set foot outside, for fear of encountering someone who knows who my grandfather and uncles were and what they did.

For years, I’ve tried to write it all down, and can never write more than a basic summary of it.

If you are ready to write what happened to you, then just start writing. But don’t force yourself to write the parts you are not yet ready to write.


More info about life inside Heaven’s Gate here:“Don’t open your mind too much or your brain might fall out”…
Is it really that bad to try to listen to what others say with an open mind?medium.com

Is it true you are an alien abductee?


Amphibious Aliens — Medium Editionmedium.comFrustrations of relearning to walk
*(Read free here.)*medium.com

EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE
aka Full details of the events surrounding my son’s murder and my becoming crippledmedium.com

What even IS relatable content?
Does anyone really know?medium.comWhy my motorhome was painted pink
— If you have any info please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322medium.com

Tomorrow is Easter…but my son was murdered, so Easter is a day of Hell.
Tomorrow is Easter.medium.com

Someone talked to me today.
Kind people are so rare.medium.com



Here are the fictional characters that people keep using their names for me, my car, and me friend: (these are figurines that have been made of the characters from my books)

Etiole Swanzen aka Captain GoldenEagle aka The Silver Salamander:

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This is the silver skinned merman character, named Etiole Swanzen aka Captain Goldeneagle aka The Silver Salamander, who was the main character of most of my books from 1978 until his last appearance in a published work in 1996, where his character died by committing suicide in the novel: Love-Lust-Madness. His death by suicide in the final novel to feature him, seems to be what triggered the "suicide demon" rumors around my car, which curiously did not happen until after the 1996 novel Love-Lust-Madness was published.

Etiole Swanzen aka Captain GoldenEagle aka The Silver Salamander:

PPMFKat-The-Ptarmagin-Kats-screenshot.pngMiss Citten The Eel~Kat aka Empress EelKat Queen of the Ptarmaginn Kats (the black bobcat), with her cousin Princess Lynnxiana )the grey lynx) and her communications officer Spriggan (the white cat with purple bat wings).
PPMF-Kat-EelKat-Empress-EelKat-Miss-Citten-The-Eel-Kat-Queen-of-Planet-Ptarmaginscreenshot.pngMiss Citten The Eel~Kat aka Empress EelKat Queen of the Ptarmaginn Kats Ptarmagin Kats are very large, twice the size of real world bobcats, bigger then a Cocker Spaniel dog.
Miss Citten the EelKatArt I drew in 1987 of Miss Citten The Eel~Kat... this was also my avatar image for MySpace from 2005 onward and on Squidoo from 2007 to 2013
book kats of ptarmagin 2Cover art of one of my published books which this character appears in and is on the cover of

Miss Citten the EelKat was the narrator of the Twighlight Manor books, thus why her name was put at the author name in big letters and then "as told to Wendy C. Allen" in smaller letters underneath. It was the first book to have the author name "EelKat" on the cover. Other covers of this time period (late 1990s) said "EelKat & Wendy C. Allen" on the cover, listing as 2 separate authors. These books were written in the form of episal-letters, from a talking cat, stuck on Planet Earth and writing letters back to her home planet Ptarmagin, thus why the character's name appeared on my of the covers as the author, alongside my name. After the 2016 "Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach" court case, I removed the "as told to" and just left the author name as "EelKat wendy C. Allen" instead.

The Atwaters, in using their scam account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat to impersonate me ad circle jerk me real and actual account squidoo.com/eelkat did a lot of damage, including vandals drove a backhoe over my house, murdered me son, and left me crippled for the rest of my life.

There is a woman who is a stranger to me, showing up in my driveway for 3 years now, and no one in my family knows who she is. She has vandalised the building, the cars, and June 2023, she killed my dog - vet said he was poisoned and gave us all the toxicology reports, we had an autopsy done - this woman poisoned my dog and we can prove it, and we are trying to find out who she is, so we can take her to court for killing my dog. 

 I AM LEGALLY BLIND. Also MUTE. Can not talk. So, yeah, I can also guarantee you never HEARD me say a single word. Do consider that I have been legally blind since birth and mute since I was 14 due to being beaten in the face with a brick that broke my jaw and it healed in place, so I could not open my mouth to speak. Vocalizations were jumbled garbles, because I could not move me jaw to form words.

On top of that, I was born with non-verbal Autism, and selective mutism.

To date I can speak only to Ben and Etiole and Paul clearly, and to my 3 brothers and father with some slurring, to my mother with heavy slurring, and I've not been able to form words with anyone else.

I TYPE to communicate, I have MY ENTIRE LIFE - it is WHY I have a touch typing speed of 175 words per minute.

If you are talking with me face to face, I have to TYPE or WRITE my response, something I have done for almost FIFTY years now... and anyone who ACTUALLY knows me, KNOWS this.

And, if you are talking to someone who can see and can speak and who is claiming to be me - you really NEED to call the police, because whoever you're talking to, it's NOT me and you need to report them for impersonating me... which does seem to be an issue, considering SO MANY Atwaters claim to know me, even though I've NEVER met ANY of them. Likewise many Atwaters claim to have talked to me, but, I AM MUTE, so who the fuck is talking to them and claiming they are me?

Mute people can not talk. Blind people can not see. Do you REALLY not know what legally blind means? I was 42 when i had the jaw surgery that allowed me to talk again after decades of being mute, a surgery Ben paid for June 2016, my voice is a whisper because of 31 years of not using my vocal chords. I have been blind and mute my whole life, a thing I can prove with medical records, and the fact that the Atwaters seem to be unaware of that is rather concerning, because it indicates someone has been impersonating me since CHILDHOOD.

And I will repeat again: I have NEVER MET THE ATWATERS. I DO NOT KNOW the Atwaters. Any Atwater claiming to know me, is either lying to you, or is being scammed by someone lying to them by pretending to be me. KEEP IN MIND, these are the SAME Atwaters who claim to be unaware my son was murdered and also claim to be unaware I was crippled and bedridden for 10 years. Take a good long LOOK at the Atwater lies about me. They tell you i can walk? Since when? They tell you i can see? Since when? They tell you i can talk? Since when? Fucking Atwaters are scam artists scamming you. Those same Atwaters who tell you the homeless WW2 veteran man who lives in my car is an alien, the same Atwaters who tell you i believe in aliens when i think people who believe in aliens are nutjobs. The same Atwaters who say i am a witch who casts curses when i am a Mormon and don't know the first thing about curses.

I don't know the Atwaters.

And The Atwaters sure as hell don't know me.

So whoever is telling you I know the Atwaters or the Atwaters know me is lying to you.

You need to go back to that person and ask them why they are lying to you about me.


I repeat: these are the SAME Atwater's who call my homeless WW2 veteran friend and alien. He's an old man who severe mental disorders from surviving a horrific war, and I do not appreciate the Atwaters bullying him and spreading stupid alien rumors and lies about him.

These are the same Atwaters who call my car haunted. My car is not haunted, and I do not appreciate the Atwaters spreading their ridiculous evil spirit and demon lies about me, my family, my friends, and my car.

These same Atwaters, are the ones who call me a witch and claim I cast curses, even though they know full well I am not a witch and do not know anything about curses.

These are the same Atwater's who are bending over backwards to do everything in their power to erase the existence of my son Xavier-Octavian, and his murder. No one who is without guilt has any reason to bury evidence of a child's murder.

After the November 14, 2013 atack that crippled me and murdered my son, I was paralyzed for 5 months, in a wheelchair after that, spent 18 months relearning to walk, got a job at WalMart in 2015, and less then a year later the Claire and Kendra duo attacked again, this time with a shopping cart, this time broke my spine - and I had to relearn to walk yet again, and I'm not yet able to walk unaided. And the Atwaters, who know about it - SEVEN of them were at the hospital and ARE fully aware of how badly I was injured - are the SAME Atwaters who are right now, PRETENDING they do not know about it - why? They are lying to you. I don't know why, but they are.

But the Atwaters who are lying to you about my health, they are the same ones who are lying about my son's murder too, and are the same ones who lie about the homeless veteran (they one they call Etiole and claim is a cryptid alien), and they are the same ones lying about my car, claiming it is haunted when it is not. They are doing a LOT of lying, and I don't know why, but I don't like it.

What are they so desperately trying to hide?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I am not legally blind?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I was not mute from the age of 14 to 42?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I am a witch?

Why are they so desperate to pretend my friend is an alien?

Why are they so desperate to pretend my car is haunted?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I have not been crippled and bedridden from a broken spine these past ten years?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I left the Mormon church?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I am anti-Mormon?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I cast curses?

Why are they so desperate to pretend my son was not murdered?

Why are they so desperately trying to convince everyone they meet these slanderous things they pretend about me?

I do not understand why they do these things.

November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 Here's a fun activity - raise your hand if you know of a single person related to me who has EVER EVEN ONCE acknowledged my son's murder. My mother? My father? My brothers? My aunts? My uncles? My cousins? The baby's father? Any of them? Yeah. Not one. Why? You see I was supposed to die to. But I lived.

And I spent 10 years relearning to walk. And I'm back, and they can't stand it. But the question is: WHY? That's the part I do not understand. Why? Why did they want me dead? Why are they in unison going mega overboard in the gaslighting champaign to make everyone forget my son was murdered?

Why are they so incredibly upset now, to see me almost walking again?

What are they trying to hide? I trusted these people, and I can't anymore, because, well: look at what they are doing, look at the extreme measures they are taking to erase all memory of my murdered infant. Why did they go so extreme in lying to my church about me, telling my church I had left it and become anti-Mormon, never once telling my church the truth: that I was crippled and dying and bedridden from horrific injuries? It's one thing to tell my church nothing, but they built up a huge web of lies to hide from my church the fact that I was injured and my baby murdered. Why did they do that? I don't understand their current behavior. Why are they so desperate to hide my son's existence, to hide his murder, to hide my injuries? What don't they want me to find out?

And I'm tired of your questions. I find answering them to be a waste of my time. Please leave me alone.

I'm grieving the loss of my son, who was a victim of murder, and my priority is identifying and apprehending the killer. Reach out to me solely if you have information that can contribute to the arrest of the individual responsible for my son's killing. I appreciate your understanding in allowing me the privacy I seek; please refrain from contacting me. Bringing the person who ended my son's life to justice is a vital task. I don't value your trivial gossip, and I don't want to be bothered with it anymore. Your actions of bullying and harassing my family during our mourning period are not wanted; please grant us the space we need.

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

The woman who killed my dog July 10, 2023, and has been harassing my family since November 2021, vandalizing our house, screaming from the porch, vandalizing my car, looks like this, she's maybe 30 to 35 years old and has strawberry blond Shirley Temple style sausage curls swept on to pof her head, she often wears a WalMart employee vest over her clothes, she usually is wearing a hoody over pajamas, and often is wearing no shoes just socks.:

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The Claire and Kendra who crippled me and murdered my son look like this:

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That the Atwaters are lying about me, my health, my son, my car, my friends, just makes them look VERY GUILTY of being involved in my son's murder. WHO other then someone involved has a motivation to hide the truth?

Ask yourself THIS:

Why did YOU come to The Amphibious Aliens page?

You came here looking for aliens.

Why?

WHO sent you here?

Was it an Atwater?

Think about that.

Think long and hard about that.

You came here looking for aliens, because an Atwater told you, I was an alien abductee. They lied to you. I don't even believe in aliens. I think people who believe in alien abductions are crazy. And yet, here YOU are, reading this page, because someone told you I was an alien abductee. They lied to you about me. Now ask yourself WHY did they lie to you? What was their motive? What was they trying to hide? What TRUTH are they trying to bury, by filling your mind with lies about aliens?

You went after my friend, an elderly homeless veteran. Because someone told you he was an alien. Why? What kind of an evil person, is so cruel that they harass a homeless man in this manner? What kind of sick, vile person spreads rumors and lies like this about a homeless man who lives under tree bark leantoos?

You came here looking for haunted cars and Stephen King, and those are not here either.

Evil people do evil things.

My son was murdered by evil people.

And now additional evil people are trying to cover up his murder, by spreading malicious rumors and lies about me, my family, my friends, my car.

You ask yourself WHO sent you here, and then you go tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 who that person was.


The rumors about my car are fabricated, inaccurate and irresponsibly distorts the reality of what actually happened to my family.

The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330


Look at the dates of when these videos, articles, slander, defamation, and rumors started circulating. My 8 month old infant son was murdered November 14, 2013, a few weeks after a backhoe drove over our house.

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The rumors about Stephen King, me, my car, my MOTHER'S cats (those cats in the rumors were not mine), and my homeless veteran friend, all started up in November 2013 WHILE I was in the hospital.

The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son, is the one creating and circulating these rumors in an attempt to make me look “crazy” so that no one will believe the incidents of my son's murder or the backhoe driving over my house.

The FBI believes my son was murdered by a woman connected to the backhoe, and that she murdered my son, specifically to intimate me into removing this photo off Facebook.

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The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son, is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house.

The FBI believes this woman to be a land developer, whose initial goal was to drive me off my land, and thought that by having a backhoe drive over my house, I would sell my land.

THAT is the reality behind your hocus pocus mumbo jumbo Stephen King, haunted car, evil spirit, witches, witchcraft, transgender, too gay, slander, rumors, videos, and articles that you encountered and sent you here.

The REALITY is that THIS WOMAN MURDERED MY SON and is using deep fake ai generated articles and videos to try to cover up what she did:

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you know who this woman, my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

If you know who this woman, my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Kendrascreenshot.pngIf you know who this woman, who assisted my my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 She would be around 70 to 75 years old today in 2024 - this image is what she looked like and was wearing on November 14, 2013.

I know no one named Claire.

I know no one named Kendra.

And yet both women went out of their way to say their names, as though they thought their names meant something to me.

According to the FBI, the agent said my mother fights online with someone named Kendra, and that in the late 1960s/early 1970s BEFORE I WAS BORN, my mother had huge fights with some woman named Claire whom my father was having an affair with.

The FBI thinks that these 2 women thought they were attacking my mother, and somehow got me and my mother mixed up. Which makes since seeing how both these women are my mother's age, and nothing close to my age.

Fact remains, it does not matter WHO their intended target was or if attacking me was a mistake, they MUDERED MY SON, and SEVERED MY SPINE leaving me CRIPPLED FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.

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.

And I'm tired of your questions. I find answering them to be a waste of my time. Please leave me alone.

I'm grappling with the devastating loss of my son, a victim of homicide, and my main concern is identifying those responsible. If you are unable to offer information valuable to the arrest of my son's murderer, please refrain from contacting me. Please be considerate of my need for privacy and desist from any further attempts to contact me. Unmasking the perpetrator behind my son's death is a critical objective. I don't consider your small talk important, and I'd rather not hear it any longer. Your bullying and harassment during our mourning period are not appreciated; we kindly request that you refrain from such actions.

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

tent2.JPGIf you ever made fun of or had any part in my being homeless since 2006 - YES, I AM still homeless in 2023, you shall become homeless.

My son lost his life to murder, and my focus is on ensuring justice prevails. I would appreciate it if you could abstain from contacting me unless you hold information crucial to the arrest of my son's killer. I request that you honor my privacy and discontinue any efforts to engage with me. It is of great importance to determine who is accountable for my son's murder. Your inconsequential gossip is of little importance, and I'd appreciate if you stopped sharing it. We do not welcome your bullying and harassment during our time of mourning; we seek solace and request your absence.

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

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.

A criminal act took my son's life, and I am actively pursuing leads to bring the perpetrator to justice. Contact me only if you can provide pertinent information that would assist in the arrest of my son's murderer. I kindly ask for your understanding in giving me the privacy I require and refraining from contact. Identifying the culprit in my son's death is a matter of paramount importance. I find your trivial conversations unimportant, and I prefer not to hear them anymore. Your bullying and harassment during our mourning period are not appreciated; we kindly request that you refrain from such actions.

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

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.

I'm mourning the murder of my son and actively seeking information that will lead to the apprehension of the killer. I prefer not to be contacted unless you have information that could help in the arrest of the person responsible for my son's death. Please understand my need for personal space and avoid any further intrusion into my privacy. The crucial task at hand is to find out who is responsible for my son's demise. Your insignificant rumors carry no weight with me, and I'd rather not hear them again. We find your actions of bullying and harassing my family during this time of mourning to be unwelcome; kindly leave us be.

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

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.

My son was taken from me through an act of murder, and my efforts are directed toward finding and arresting the perpetrator. Please avoid reaching out to me unless you possess information that could aid in the apprehension of my son's killer. I would appreciate it if you could respect my privacy and refrain from reaching out. It holds immense importance to uncover the person behind my son's murder. Your minor gossip doesn't matter to me, and I don't want to hear it any longer. The bullying and harassment directed at my family during our time of mourning are not desired; we ask for respect and distance.

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

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.

The loss of my son to murder is a painful reality, and my primary goal is to find those responsible for this tragedy. If you lack valuable information leading to the arrest of my son's murderer, I kindly request that you do not contact me. Kindly grant me the privacy I seek by refraining from any further attempts at contact. Discovering the identity of my son's killer is a task of great significance. I don't place value on your trivial gossip, and I don't want to be bothered with it anymore. Your bullying and harassment during our time of mourning are not appreciated; we ask for peace and solitude.

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

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.

~EelKat


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

I am bereaved by the murder of my son and am determined to bring the perpetrator to justice. Only contact me if you possess information that is helpful in leading to the arrest of my son's killer. I ask for your consideration in respecting my need for privacy and leaving me alone. It is vital to establish who is responsible for the death of my son. Your petty chatter is of no consequence, and I would appreciate not hearing it again. Your actions of bullying and harassing my family during this time of mourning are not valued; please withdraw.

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

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By EelKat Wendy C Allen

Author, Artist, Art Car Designer, Voodoo Priestess, and Hoodoo Rootworker

Author of Cozy & Gothic Fantasy, Sweet/Fluffy M/M Furry Romance, Cosmic Horror, Space Opera, & Literary Slice of Life, Yaoi genres.

I write Elves, Fae, Unicorns, & Demons in Furry Yaoi that is not romantic enough to be Romance but also not erotic enough to be Erotica, and falls in the weird line of Slice of Life Literary CBT-BDSM without sex scenes, whatever genre you can think of that it might be.

Because there is such a HUGE problem of people making fake "eelkat" accounts impersonating me, here are the links to my ACTUAL accounts:

| Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | Google Business | Google Developers | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Myspace | NexusMods | Pinterest | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |

If you find an account online claiming to be me, that is NOT one of these profiles linked above, there is a 99.99% chance it is a FAKE account impersonating me and only a .001% chance it's actually me and I just forgot to link it here.

Also, I do not have or use email, so don't trust ANY emails you receive claiming to be me. Likewise I DO NOT make videos about my family, Etiole, my car, or Stephen King, so ALL videos you find of such nature are fake as well. Likewise I do not run fundraisers, request donations, or have any involvement in any such things, so beware of ANYTHING using my name to request money from you, because I simply DO NOT do that.

These fake emails, fake accounts, and fake videos all claiming to be me are an increasingly big problem since the pandemic, and are being made by scammers who have zero affiliation with me and are illegally using my naame for their scumbag dealings.

Do NOT trust ANYONE in any way contacting you claiming to be me because I DO NOT contact people AT ALL!



About Wendy C. Allen:

I am a Scottish Gypsy, Scottish Gaelic is my native language, and this site is written in Scottish English. I never went to school because my people do not believe in it. I was raised in a Vardo, and spent my childhood, teen years, and young adult years living under tarps, and under lean tos made of bark and pine branches and a 1964 Dodge 330.

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The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330

We grew all our own food and made all our own clothes. I did not have contact with Americans and their society until I was 31 years old. I was 31 years old the first time I found out about store and buying food and clothes, things I did not know was possible. I started college at age 37 and was the first female of of people to get an education. I am also one of fewer than a dozen members of our clan (which has over 4k people) to learn to read and write. I can not do maths, I do not know how to count or tell time or use money.

I have never lived in a house, nor had electricity, toilets, or running water. Most Americans call me a "feral child" due to my 3rd world upbringing and lifestyle.

I'm sorry, but if you send me slang or memes that reference American TV or pop culture, I am not going to know what you are talking about as I've never been a part of those things.

I discovered the existence of electricity and the internet in 1996, when I also discovered libraries. From 1996 until 2016, this website was entirely written on public access computers from various libraries throughout Maine.

November 14, 2013, while I was 8 months pregnant with my son Xavier-Octavian, I was attacked by 2 women with golf clubs, at The BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College, in South Portland Maine. They murdered my son, and severed my spine. I am now crippled and can not walk, and there is an FBI investigation trying to locate the 2 women who did this. I am legally blind, I was born that way, so I can not identify these women. They were Americans by the way they spoke, but I have no clue who they are.

Due to my bedridden state, I was no longer able to live outside, and in 2017, moved into an apartment nearby my farm. From 2017 to 2024, due to now having a computer, internet, and electricity, things I never had before 2017, I am now able to update this website near daily. I am still learning about Americans and their bizarrely strange culture, so, do not expect me to understand your "jokes" and slang and memes or you strange political rants, because I have no point of reference by which to understand them.

I learned to read and write in 1978, and immediately took up writing short stories about Elves and Unicorns. The first Quaraun story was published by a tiny print magazine September 23, 1978. Now today in 2024, there are 138 novels, 423 novellas, and more than 2k short stories published for the series. Most were written in Scottish and do not have English translations, and most appeared in small press print magazines that have only 6 month shelf lives before going out of print. The bulk of the series was published between 1987 and 1996. Most title sold fewer than one thousand copies, due largely to language barriers of the series not being accessible to English speakers.

Two of the English editions sold over a million copies each.

This website, was created for me to have a place to talk about how create my characters, I build their world, how I write their stories, and how I get those stories published. If you no interest in those things, there probably will not be much for you here. However, in 2017, the site crossed ten thousand pages, so there is a lot here, but it's mostly stuff about Elves, Unicorns, writing Elves and Unicorns, and a lot of lore and character backstories for my own series.

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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.

And I'm tired of your questions. I find answering them to be a waste of my time. Please leave me alone.

I'm grappling with the devastating loss of my son, a victim of homicide, and my main concern is identifying those responsible. If you are unable to offer information valuable to the arrest of my son's murderer, please refrain from contacting me. Please be considerate of my need for privacy and desist from any further attempts to contact me. Unmasking the perpetrator behind my son's death is a critical objective. I don't consider your small talk important, and I'd rather not hear it any longer. Your bullying and harassment during our mourning period are not appreciated; we kindly request that you refrain from such actions.

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

tent2.JPGIf you ever made fun of or had any part in my being homeless since 2006 - YES, I AM still homeless in 2023, you shall become homeless.

My son lost his life to murder, and my focus is on ensuring justice prevails. I would appreciate it if you could abstain from contacting me unless you hold information crucial to the arrest of my son's killer. I request that you honor my privacy and discontinue any efforts to engage with me. It is of great importance to determine who is accountable for my son's murder. Your inconsequential gossip is of little importance, and I'd appreciate if you stopped sharing it. We do not welcome your bullying and harassment during our time of mourning; we seek solace and request your absence.

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

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.

A criminal act took my son's life, and I am actively pursuing leads to bring the perpetrator to justice. Contact me only if you can provide pertinent information that would assist in the arrest of my son's murderer. I kindly ask for your understanding in giving me the privacy I require and refraining from contact. Identifying the culprit in my son's death is a matter of paramount importance. I find your trivial conversations unimportant, and I prefer not to hear them anymore. Your bullying and harassment during our mourning period are not appreciated; we kindly request that you refrain from such actions.

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

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.

I'm mourning the murder of my son and actively seeking information that will lead to the apprehension of the killer. I prefer not to be contacted unless you have information that could help in the arrest of the person responsible for my son's death. Please understand my need for personal space and avoid any further intrusion into my privacy. The crucial task at hand is to find out who is responsible for my son's demise. Your insignificant rumors carry no weight with me, and I'd rather not hear them again. We find your actions of bullying and harassing my family during this time of mourning to be unwelcome; kindly leave us be.

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

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.

My son was taken from me through an act of murder, and my efforts are directed toward finding and arresting the perpetrator. Please avoid reaching out to me unless you possess information that could aid in the apprehension of my son's killer. I would appreciate it if you could respect my privacy and refrain from reaching out. It holds immense importance to uncover the person behind my son's murder. Your minor gossip doesn't matter to me, and I don't want to hear it any longer. The bullying and harassment directed at my family during our time of mourning are not desired; we ask for respect and distance.

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

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.

The loss of my son to murder is a painful reality, and my primary goal is to find those responsible for this tragedy. If you lack valuable information leading to the arrest of my son's murderer, I kindly request that you do not contact me. Kindly grant me the privacy I seek by refraining from any further attempts at contact. Discovering the identity of my son's killer is a task of great significance. I don't place value on your trivial gossip, and I don't want to be bothered with it anymore. Your bullying and harassment during our time of mourning are not appreciated; we ask for peace and solitude.

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

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.

~EelKat


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

I am bereaved by the murder of my son and am determined to bring the perpetrator to justice. Only contact me if you possess information that is helpful in leading to the arrest of my son's killer. I ask for your consideration in respecting my need for privacy and leaving me alone. It is vital to establish who is responsible for the death of my son. Your petty chatter is of no consequence, and I would appreciate not hearing it again. Your actions of bullying and harassing my family during this time of mourning are not valued; please withdraw.

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

May 5, 2024 updateWho is Mark? — Update of FBI investigation into my son’s murder.I am very confused.


Who is the heck is Mark? I think I just found the source of all the “Wendy said … about Mark…” type slander that is going around locally. I do not know anyone named Mark, unless you count the YouTuber Markiplier, who I watch daily.

It’s near daily, both online and offline for well over a decade now, of wild, crazed rumors of me supposedly “gossiping about Mark” or “trying to get people to hate Mark” ect.

The problem is, I can not figure out who in the heck this “Mark” even is, because I have never heard of anyone named Mark before.

Whenever I ask these people “Who is Mark, what are you talking about?” They always say the same thing: “Oh you know Mark, everyone knowns Mark, he runs the town, Mark don’t need no last name. the whole state of Maine knows Mark, especially YOU what with the way you bad mouth him all day long!”… uhm?

How am I going on about someone I don’t know?

What are they even talking about?

THEY are the ones going “Mark this” and “Mark that” and slapping me name on to what they are saying and I want to know why it is they are lying about me and saying I’m talking about some guy I never even heard of before.

What? 99% of the people who work at the town hall are cousins or uncles of mine, and it’s been that way since the 1920s… and there has NEVER been anyone in my family named Mark, nor has there ever been anyone at the town hall named Mark for well over 200 years.

So, no, there is no one named Mark who runs the town.

And, again, who the hell do these people think I am?

Clearly these people are mixing me up with someone else, AGAIN, because:

  • #1 prior to 2010, when I started college, I never set foot off my farm at 146 Portland Ave, EVER, not once since the 1970s, because Ben would not allow it because he is insanely over the top paranoid I might encounter another male. Ben whom I’ve “belonged” to since I was 8, Ben, who is 27 years older then me, and thinks nothing wrong with adult men buying female children, whom only let me go outside on SunDay’s to drive me to church and at Church never let me out of his sight and had meltdowns if anyone male or female tried to talk to me… Ben, who would not let me go to school, terrorizing my parents over the evils of public school because Ben, did not want me to ever met another man, because I at 8 years old was his and no one else could have me, a thing he continues to rave on about now 42 years later; Ben who would not let me get a driver license after my grandmother and mother snuck me out at 15 years old to the DMV to get my permit, Ben who now brags he taught me to drive, but he did so when I was 31 years old, and keeps track of mileage on my car, Ben who controls all money and refuses to allow me to know how to do numbers or math and had a meltdown when he found out I had a job online for KEEN that was paying $600 PER HOUR and he flipped out and shut down my Keen profile while saying I was “evil” for being a female and earning more money then him; …
  • #2 I was mute until I had surgery on June 24, 2016, which gave me the ability to talk. Mute because I required a simple one hour day surgery, when I was 14 that Ben refused to let me have because at the time he was in full swing Heaven’s Gate waiting for HaleBopp mode with my uncles and the Alien God Ben believes in does not allow or doctors; and because I was not allowed outside, not allowed to drive a car, and Ben enjoyed the fact that I was mute, I went from the age of 14 to the age of 42 mute, for no reason other then Ben did not want me to be able to talk. The surrey happened June 24, 2016 in a doctors office in the complex behind the Biddeford hospital, and guess who showed up to have a meltdown in the doctors office ? Ben. He was NOT happy about the fact that I had that surgery WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION…I’m only NOW just learning ow to talk, now in 2024!
  • #3 I don’t know anyone named Mark. But, Ben does. And my father does. Ben and my Father get together near daily for well over 30 years now, to have gab sessions which last 4 to 5 hours, of them steady none stop complaining of how much they hate the Mormon church, how much they hate someone they call Mark, and recently also how much they hate someone called Biden, whom, I think might be one of the American presidents, though I’m not sure. Ben and my father CLEARLY know someone named Mark, but every time I ask either of them who that is, they wave their hands in my face and say: “No gave you permission to speak, female. The men are talking, go write your books.”…
  • #4 I just caught BEN and my cousin Don talking, and THEY were both going back and forth saying to each other “Wendy said… about Mark…” “oh yeah and she was saying … about Mark…” “yeah and did you know Wendy hates Mark because…”Oh yeah and I heard Wendy said… about Mark last week”…. for almost an hour of steady, none stop bold faced lying about me.
  • #5 I’m not allowed to have a phone because Ben is paranoid I might talk to another man. Don is my cousin and called Ben, to ask about some weird rumor which Don says is flying around Old Orchard right now, of once again, me supposedly saying something about someone named Mark. He wanted to know “What’s going on between Wendy and Mark?” To which Ben answered “Oh you know how Wendy is, she hates Mark…” wait… what? I don’t even know who this mystery Mark is? How can I hate someone if I don’t even know who they are? What in the hell is Ben even talking about?
  • #6 Ben would have a psychotic meltdown if I even HINTED to mentioning another man’s name, EVERYONE who lives in the area has SEEN what Ben does to my car if Ben gets it in his head that another man my have even looked at it! I used to have a 1974 AMC Gremlin, and sitting in tiny little pieces in twelves 5gallon buckets in my yard! Only an idiot who doesn’t know what kind of a deranged man I’m married to would DARE suggest I ever said another man’s name!

The conversation went on and one for nearly an hour of Ben telling Don, one blatant lie after another about me, starting nearly every sentence with “Wendy and Mark…” and yet, I still don’t know who this Mark is, and when I asked Ben, why he was lying to Don about me and who is Mark? Ben got mad at the Saco Unitarian church, and started raving and ranting that they were all evil because they were gay….uhm…wait…what?

What does the Unitarian church in Saco have to do with anything? What is he talking about? What does that have to do with what he was just telling Don?

And again… WHO THE HELL IS MARK?!?!?!What the hell, does listing off all that stuff my father did, have to do with answering the question: “Who is Mark?”“The less you know about Mark the better. He’s digging his own grave. He’s in this as deep as your father. They’ve been working together on a very big scam for a very long time. They think we don’t know, but we do. We know everything. We have surveillance around them both. I just wanted to find out if you knew.”The FBI agent remained adamant that there was no need for me to know who this mystery Mark was, and refused to tell me.He also told me, not to trust Ben.Also in July 2013, I went to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and got a building permit, to add a room to the back of the house, for the baby.The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall has a record of the fact that I got a building permit to add a baby’s nursery to the back of my house!

Ben. The High Priest.

Ben… who is the high priest quorum leader of the Sanford Ward church, and NEVER told them I was crippled with a broken spine and I only just found out last summer that NO ONE in my church even KNEW that I had not attended church.

Ben… whom is one of the 3 people who were the ONLY three people who knew I was going to be at the BugLight Lighthouse November 14, 2013, where the Claire woman murdered BEN’s SON, a baby that Ben denies being the father of, a baby that Ben denies ever existed, …and the Claire woman who crippled me the same time she killed BEN’s baby… in 2013 I was running the 3rd largest egg producing poultry farm in the state of Maine, here at 146 Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach, Maine and it was shut down because Ben shut it down rather then keep it going, while I was paralyzed with a broken spine… by February 2014, ALL the chickens, roosters, bantams were gone. I used to have horses and goats and rabbits as well. But November 14, 2013 the mystery woman who calls herself Claire crippled me while I was 8 months pregnant with BEN’s baby and killed BEN’s son, and Ben not only did not care that his son was murdered, but he also, did not care about keep a 200 year old egg farm in business either… because I, a female, owned it.

That’s why since November 2013 there are no more horses, goats, rabbits, or thousands of chickens at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

In 2016, when FBI agent Andy Drewer showed up to investigate my son’s murder, after the previous agent had moved to Florida, the first thing he said to me after introducing himself was: “How well do you trust Ben?” a lot of questions about Ben. Including, to ask if I was aware Ben had left the LDS/Mormon church and was quote: “Attending church with Mark’s wife” unquote.

No. I did not know Ben had left the LDS/Mormon church.

According to the FBI agent, Ben had left the LDS/Mormon church many years ago and was leading a very elaborate double life that he was being very careful not to let me know about.

And what is the FBI agent talking about? What church? What wife?

He tells me, Curtis Lake Church… Ben is going to Curtis Lake Church with “Mark’s wife”, whoever the hell that is… ah… yes, I know that church… they are the ones who like to gather in my driveway and chant that my Volvo is “Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach” because I don’t know… I still can’t figure out how a car can be gay.

That church is almost a 3 hour drive away. It’s not local.

And as I have done with so many other people, I asked the FBI agents the age old question: “Who is Mark?”

To which he replied: “You don’t know do you? I thought you didn’t. Ben and your father have been very careful to not let you know what’s going on. Your father needed money and he put a mortgage on your house at 144 Portland Ave. Are you aware your father solf 144 Portland Ave to your cousin Don?”

Uhm? What?

No. I was unaware of this.

In fact, in 2016 I was still planting and growing my flowers and vegetables at 144 Portland Ave, fully unaware that NINE (9) years earlier my father had sold my land to Don!

I was NEVER NOTIFIED of the sale!

And my father had gone to the Old Orchard Beach town hall WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE OR PERMISSION and ILLEGALLY changed the deed into his name!

And then, he also ILLEGALLY changed the deed of 148 Portland Ave and put it into my mother’s name!

My father stole not one, but TWO pieces of land from me, and then scammed Don into paying him for one and my mother into paying him for the other, because according to the FBI, my father had hired a private investigator to follow my mother and her 2nd husband Wayne, and then paid the detective with a fake check, for twenty-six thousand dollars resulting in the detective going through some loan shark collection agency in Portland to get the money back from my father.

According to the FBI agent, that $26k disappeared. He said my father used the fake deed to my 144 Portland property to take out a bank loan for $26k, to pay the detective, but then gave the detective a fake check, and no one, including the FBI has been able to find that $26k or what my father did with it.

The loan shark agency, was supposedly connected to some gang. And according to the FBI agent, the detective did this is October 2013, a few weeks after the backhoe drove over my house and a few days before my son’s murder and my being crippled.

THAT was the FBI agents answer when I asked him: “Who is Mark?”

What the hell did my father get himself invollved in? I have no clue. I knew none of this before the FBI agent told me.

The FBI agent went on to say: “I gathered you were unaware of what your father had been doing.” And went on to list off other things my father had done: 2 house foreclosures in my name, more than a dozen car repossessions in my name, 27 credit cards in my name — EACH maxed out to over $20k; more than a hundred bank accounts for banks all over the states and in other states.

I never went to school. It wasn’t allowed. I don’t know math or money or numbers. I don’t even know how to use a credit card, let alone how to get one! I’ve never had any of those things, but here was the FBI agent listing off one thing after another, and saying my father has been taking all this stuff out in my name, borrowing tens of hundreds of thousands of dollars in money, in my name… with nothing to show for it. Nothing. FBI says they can trace the money back to my father, but it stops there. He’s not spending it. He’s not buying things. He never has any money. He’s daily borrowing money from Ben and never paying Ben back.

I’ve never had electricity or running water, there is no electric hookups or water hook ups on my land at all, and yet, CMP had tens of thousands of unpaid electric bills from all over the state of Maine, all in my name, and the FBI suspects, all taken out by my father.

What does any of this have to do with answering the question: “Who is Mark?” I don’t know.

All of this about my father stealing money and land and everything else, THAT was the FBI’s agent’s answer to the question: “Who is Mark?”

But when I asked again, “Who is Mark and what is any of this about my father to do with someone called Mark?”

The FBI agent answered with this:

They just said they know who he is and are keeping a close watch on him as a person of interest connected to my son’s murder, but that he might be being framed same way others were being framed.

The FBI agent said there are a lot of people involved in this that I don’t need to know who they are, I just need to know that the FBI agents are keeping a close eyes on everyone and that even though a lot of the people involved think they are doing a good job of covering their tracks, the FBI knows about their attempts to hide evidence and plant evidence.

The FBI agents said, don’t worry, they got everything under control. Whatever that means.

And that has always confused me, but now, as I am relearning to walk, and am to the point, now in 2024, of being able to go outside again… I am now learning, Ben has been VERY busy, building up a massive lie about me.

Ben has done everything in his power to hide from me, the fact that he left the LDS/Mormon church, over a decade ago.

He still reports going to weekly temple trips with Rick, even though the FBI agents says Rick moved to Utah 8 years ago.

Ben still reports updates on Steve Shaw and Larry and Bishop Provenchar. Leaders in the church, back in the 1990s. People I know. But people I’ve not seen or heard from since 2013, because I’ve been crippled in bed since 2013, and no one from the church has visited me. Not once.

But, locals informed me a few weeks ago, that Bishop Provincha has not been Bishop in a decade and he also got divorced and moved to Utah and… according to locals, Ben spends an inordinate amount of time with Proventicar’s now ex-wife.

Every Sunday Ben is coming back talking about these men who run the church with him, going on and on about what they did this week.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, Ben’s going to the Boston Temple with them.

And now I’m being told- Ben lost his temple recommend over a decade ago, he’s not allowed to set foot in any temple. And those people, he’s supposedly doing all this stuff with, haven’t lived in Maine for years!

Ben ain’t going no where with them!

Ben’s been lying about EVERYTHING about all his churc activies and church trips, for over a decade!

And I had no clue, because I’m bedridden, I get can’t out of bed to attend church. I had no way to check if he was lying, but also, I had no reason to suspect him of lying.

Ben and I attended that church every Sunday for 42 years. They WERE people that he USED to go on those trips with, so it was a very believable lie.

I’m told by members from both the Saco Ward church AND the Sanford Ward church, that not only did Ben NOT tell anyone at either church I was crippled, dying, and spending the last 10 years relearning to walk… nor did he tell them his son was murdered, but he also never told them we had a son at all…. and… they say Ben told them I had become an anti-Mormon and had left the church… they also say Ben is the one telling people I believe in aliens and UFO… AND they say Ben is the one telling people that I believe my car is haunted.

My car is not haunted, and I’m so sick of people saying it is.

And I don’t believe in aliens or UFOs. Ben on the other hand is a MUFON member, and classifies himself as a ufologist.

I’m horrified to find out that Ben is the one who has been spreading those rumors, because he’s fully aware I don’t believe in that alien, ufo, ghosts, demons, mumbo-jumbo bullshit!

It gets worse.

Several of them say that Ben refers to me as “the daughter of a friend” while others said Ben claimed I was his daughter.

  • I’ve been married to Ben since August 13, 1987.
  • I had 7 miscarriages between 1987 and 2006.
  • Most of them happened before I was 17.
  • Ben’s been the father of all of them.
  • Since 2006 I’ve only had sex once.
  • March 2013, again, Ben.
  • And he did know I was pregnant.
  • I told him, in July 2013.
  • The backhoe drove over my house less than 2 weeks later.

That same month, vandals were dumping construction trucks full of bagged garbage on my land on top of my garden.

August 4, 2013, Ben and my Father arrived at my yellow house, to say they were bringing a friend over on the weekend, to haul the garbage away.

August 8, 2013, instead of a dump truck arriving to haul out the garbage, a backhoe arrived and drove over the house. The police arrived and found that the backhoe driver had with him forged documents from the Old Orchard Beach Town hall, issuing him a demolition permit, that my father paid for. The town hall reported that Ben drove my father to the town hall to get that forged document filed.

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The whole REASON we HAD the above BEFORE picture, which was taken July 4, 2013, was because that was the day we (me and Ben) started the construction of the add on of the baby’s room, and we took pictures around the entire house at the start of the construction of baby Xavier’s bedroom.

Hell, if you zoom in you can even see the building permit in the bay window just above the trunk of my car!

That’s what happened to my Guiness World Record winning Uncle Scrooge McDuck comic book collection. It was in that house when the backhoe drove over it.

That’s what happened to my Lord sesshomaru CosPlay that people knew me for for years. It was in that house when the backhoe drove over it.

That’s also what happened to the baby bassinet, the baby cloths, the baby supplies, the new baby bedroom that was half built by August 2013. It was in that house when the backhoe drove over it.

My 8th pregnancy was the first one to make it to 5 months without a miscarriage and so it was a huge celebration, one that everyone at college knew about.

My art teacher Hillary, at Southern Maine Community College was hovering concerns all semester, over my being in her Buglight Studio art class, due to paint supplies stored in the art studio might be bad for the baby, so, every class I was in that semester, she did outside, on the pier of the BugLight Lighthouse… the pier where on November 14, 2013 my baby was murdered by a stranger calling herself Claire and accusing me of trying to kill her husband.

Ben’s reaction to the golf club attack was bizarre to say the least.Ben would not take me to the hospital.He absolutely refused to go to the ER.

And I could not move. I was paralyzed from my waist down.

Every week, for 5 months, Ben carried me to his car, and drove to the Biddeford Free Clinic at the Ross Center, in Biddeford.

Every week, his story to the woman at the desk was the same… “She fell on the ice and hurt her back, it’s not that bad, we can wait, let others go ahead.”

In 2013, I was still mute. I would not have the surgery that gave me the ability to speak, until June 24, 2016, three years later… so I could not the nurse at the Ross Center Free Clinic that BEN WAS LYING about what had happened.I DID NOT FALL ON THE FUCKING ICE!BEN REFUSED TO TELL THE NURSES WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME!

February 2014… once again at the clinic, now 5 months in agony, this time, the woman came out from behind her desk to look at me herself. She took one look at my leg and said:“Her leg is plainly broken. Why’ve you been coming here for 5 months, you should have taken her to the hospital! Can you not see she’s in agony!”Ben said: “We’re paying cash.”

I had medical insurance. He did not need to pay cash.

He wanted to pay cash so there would be no record of the baby’s death and the doctors figured that out immediately. They said so right to his face.

Ben and the old Catholic nun nurse had a yelling match at each other over why I should or should not be in the hospital.

The old nurse, then picked up the phone and said:“I have an extreme emergency case, a broken spine, broken pelvis, broken hips, broken legs, paralyzed, she can not walk. He’s been carrying her in here every week for 5 months now and leaving without her being treated. He is refusing to take her to the ER. She clearly recently had a baby. This looks like a battered woman case. I’m sending her to you right now. If they do not arrive, let me know, I’ll have the police arrest him.”

She then gave us the address for a Veteran’s Medical Center on the Ross Road in Saco, and told Ben to take me there right now.

He did. But he ONLY did because she threatened to have the police arrest him, if he didn’t.

He was ready to go back home again, tuck me back in under the tarp:

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Outside, under a tarp, under seven feet of snow, paralized, unable to sit up let alone walk… ALONE… Every week, Benn tucked me back in there, and then left. … to go sleep and eat in a nice warm mansion in Wells.

Every week for 5 months, I lay there with a non-stop issue of blood, caused by the dead baby.

Before November 2013, I lived fine under that tarp which was put up May 2006. But after November 14, 2013, I could not cook, I could not eat, I could not do anything.

And for 5 months, Ben there did not think there was anything wrong with that.

And he was outright telling the old nun at the Ross Center: “It’s okay, I’ll just take her home. She’s not hurt that bad. She can sleep it off.” But he wasn’t telling the nun, “home” was an 8x6 tarp, which at that moment was buried under 7 feet of snow.

So while the old nun was horrified by what she was seeing happening at the Ross Center, she had no clue the reality of how bad things really were, or how little Ben cared if I lived or died. And he did not want her to know about the tarp, he did not want to police to find out, I had spent the first 5 months of being crippled, alone, under that tarp. with NO ONE checking in on me.

He was literally coming back once a week, to see if I was still alive, and if I was, take me to the Ross Center Free Clinic, to PRETEND he cared.

What changed February 2014?

I passed out from the 5 months of blood lose on the front hall of the Ross Center.

I likely would have died within the next 24 hours. I was THAT bad off. And Ben was just going to take me back “home” again.

And THAT is why the old nun threatened to have Ben arrested if he did not take me to the Veterans Hospital, immediately. And she had Ben so scared he was going to be arrested that he drove to the Veterans Hospital.

And once there, the female doctor, took me off to a room, where she kept me for 5 hours, while a hole bunch of people, kept asking the same question: “Where’s the baby? We can tell you just had a baby? Where is the baby? Did he do something to the baby?”

That was the start of my endless years of medical hell.

Being sent to surgeons all over the state, being sent to physical therapy, and having police and FBI agents hovering around during many of my hospital visits.

All the while with Ben scared out of his mind, an nurses giving him hell for the 5 months of me being denied medical treatment after the gold club attack of November 14, 2013, which I did not get treated for until February 2014.

The baby’s pulverised remains, were buried on my land. It was the last thing I was able to do before my broken legs gave out completely, November 2013.

Since 2013, people have arrived on my land with construction diggers, backhoes, excavators, bobcats, all ILLEGALLY… digging holes all over my yard, cutting down trees, and ripping up apple orchards, grape vineyards, and rose bushes, in their endless desperate search to find my son’s grave.

Between 2013 and 2024, I’ve had to dig up my son and move his grave over a dozen times.

Originally there was a tombstone, to mark the grave, I’ve had to take it down nd leave my one’s grave unmarked, because there is someone who REALLY wants ALL evidence of his existence erased.

In September 2020, the 3rd largest vandalism attack on 146 Portland Ave happened, and it was done in such a way to frame my uncle Bruce… except he died November 2019… the FBI and the Old Orchard Beach police, said, don’t anyone exact details of what happened, and don’t move anything… we have pictures of how everything is… just say on Facebook, that another attack happened and you know it wasn’t Bruce Bruce is dead, we want to see what happened.

A few hours after I posted the FaceBook post as the police had instructed, someone returned to my land, and changed the evidence, to make it look like me cousin Don had done it.

AND… they left something else… the police know what it is, as they collected it as evidence… but whoever did this… they know my father has diabetes and tried to frame my father, by making it look like his diabetes equipment had fallen out of his car. They went very far to frame both my cousin Don and my father, for something, that days before, they had framed my uncle Bruce for. They knew my father’s medicine, but they didn’t know it had been changed a year prior.

2022, one of my father’s nurses was arrested by the FBI, they did not tell us why, only that they did it. She was arrested from the house across the street, out of the apartment building the Saco Ward church houses it’s missionaries in. All we know is she was somehow connected to the September 2020 event.

May 2021, the police allowed us to tell Don what had happened to my land September 2020. An Old Orchard Beach police officer stood their silently listening as Ben called Don on speaker phone and told Don, someone had cut down the 15 foot cedar trees across the front of my land, and had stolen Don’s boat and put it in my driveway.

The first thing Don said was: “It wasn’t Mark was it? You know how much Mark hates Wendy.”

Ben immediately shushed Don, told him not to talk about Mark right now, explained “Wendy is with me” but did not tell Don the police officer was also there. Don, confirmed that yes, that was his boat, and no, he had not told anyone to move it, then explained two separate incidents, one with his septic tank and one with an electrician, both taking over $10k from him to do work, but then never doing the work, and asking, “Could they have used the money to vandalism her yard and that’s why they never did the work I paid them to do?”

During this conversation I asked Don: “Who is Mark?” Don said, “He’s the guy who always vandalises your yard. His family tresspasses on your land every time you’re not home. His wife is the one who stole your azaleas and rhododendrons. They’ve been stealing your plants for years.”

But once again, Ben made a very big point of shutting Don up, and it became VERY clear at that point that Ben KNOWS who Mark is and Ben does NOT want me to know who Mark is. But I don’t know why. That part confuses me.

I don’t know how much I can trust Ben anymore.

In the past few months, as I get up out of bed more and more often, continuing to relearn to walk, strengthening my legs and back and bein able to stand up for now a few hours to a time instead of just a few minutes, Ben seems to be becoming increasingly hostile, increasing agitated, and increasingly nerves and jumpy.

In the last couple of weeks, he’s become VERY full of outbursts and anger, ESPECIALLY over the FBI hotline for HIS son’s murder… and most recently, he has become daily enraged over the fact that images of the Clair woman are now on my car.

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If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
Do you know who this woman is? She beat my 8 month old infant son’s head in with a golf club. We don’t know who she is…medium.com

In fact… it’s starting to look like he knows who the Claire woman is.

His son was murdered and a normal man, would turn hell inside out to find his son’s killer… and yet, Ben’s doing everything in his power to erase all evidence that his son ever existed at all, and has outright told me many times now “Call off the FBI! This is stupid! The FBI is harassing that poor woman and her family!”

Wait… what?

Ben said that last week.

What poor woman and her family i being harassed by the FBI?

What is he even talking about?

Which brings us to today… and a phone call from Don. Don, said, that “Mark’s wife” is very upset that the FBI just questioned her about her connection to my son’s murder.

So my question is now, not only: “Who is Mark?” but now also: “Who is Mark’s why?” … and “Why is the FBI looking at this mystery Mark and his equally mystery wife, as being involved in my son’s murder?”… and “Why is Ben so angry about that?” and… “Why would anyone think I had the power to call off the FBI?” I don’t control the FBI. It’s stupid for anyone to think that.

I remain as ever, very confused, but now more so than ever, because Ben is very, very, VERRY angry over the FBI and them apparently closing in on a new lead involving our son’s murder.

The biggest question of all is this: What is Ben so scared the FBI is going to find out? And why is Ben acting like this about his own son’s murder? Why doesn’t Ben want the FBI to find his son’s killer?

And with how angry Ben is right now, I can not help but think back to 2016, when FBI agent Andy Drewer showed up to investigate my son’s murder, after the previous agent had moved to Florida, the first thing he said to me after introducing himself was: “How well do you trust Ben?”

Ben has been lying a lot. About a lot of things. Things he does not know I know about. Because he does not know the FBI agents questioned me about the things Ben was doing.

Why did Ben leave the church?

Why didn’t Ben tell me he left the church?

Why has Ben been pretending to still go to church activities and do church things with church people… who… don’t even live in Maine any more?

Why did Ben never tell anyone at church I was crippled?

Why did Ben lie, and tell people I became an anti-Mormon and left the church?

I’ve been bedridden, struggling to stay alive, with life threatening injuries, spendina decade relearning to walk, wondering the entire tim why not once did anyone from church visit me, not home teachers, not visiting teachers, not the bishop…. no one. Not once in 10 years of struggling to stay alive, struggling to relearn to walk.

And now I find out, they were never told about my injuries at all. Worse, they were lied to and told I had left the church!
Why?

Why did he do that?

The FBI agents, says he believes Ben knows who the Claire woman is and his covering up for her.

Why would he do that?

She murdered his son and crippled his wife, almost killed his wife… why would he protect her identity?

Why was no one at church told our son was murdered?

So many questions.

Ben just looks more and more guilty of being involved every day.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t think I can trust Ben anymore.

It really is starting to look like Ben is orchestrating EVERYTHING and has gone out of his way to cut off EVERYONE and ANYONE who I might ever go to. But I can not understand why would he do something like that? I am so confused.

EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE
aka Full details of the events surrounding my son’s murder and my becoming crippledmedium.com

end of May 5, 2024 update

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By EelKat Wendy C Allen

Author, Artist, Art Car Designer, Voodoo Priestess, and Hoodoo Rootworker

Author of Cozy & Gothic Fantasy, Sweet/Fluffy M/M Furry Romance, Cosmic Horror, Space Opera, & Literary Slice of Life, Yaoi genres.

I write Elves, Fae, Unicorns, & Demons in Furry Yaoi that is not romantic enough to be Romance but also not erotic enough to be Erotica, and falls in the weird line of Slice of Life Literary CBT-BDSM without sex scenes, whatever genre you can think of that it might be.

Because there is such a HUGE problem of people making fake "eelkat" accounts impersonating me, here are the links to my ACTUAL accounts:

| Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | Google Business | Google Developers | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Myspace | NexusMods | Pinterest | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |

If you find an account online claiming to be me, that is NOT one of these profiles linked above, there is a 99.99% chance it is a FAKE account impersonating me and only a .001% chance it's actually me and I just forgot to link it here.

Also, I do not have or use email, so don't trust ANY emails you receive claiming to be me. Likewise I DO NOT make videos about my family, Etiole, my car, or Stephen King, so ALL videos you find of such nature are fake as well. Likewise I do not run fundraisers, request donations, or have any involvement in any such things, so beware of ANYTHING using my name to request money from you, because I simply DO NOT do that.

These fake emails, fake accounts, and fake videos all claiming to be me are an increasingly big problem since the pandemic, and are being made by scammers who have zero affiliation with me and are illegally using my naame for their scumbag dealings.

Do NOT trust ANYONE in any way contacting you claiming to be me because I DO NOT contact people AT ALL!



About Wendy C. Allen:

I am a Scottish Gypsy, Scottish Gaelic is my native language, and this site is written in Scottish English. I never went to school because my people do not believe in it. I was raised in a Vardo, and spent my childhood, teen years, and young adult years living under tarps, and under lean tos made of bark and pine branches and a 1964 Dodge 330.

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The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330

We grew all our own food and made all our own clothes. I did not have contact with Americans and their society until I was 31 years old. I was 31 years old the first time I found out about store and buying food and clothes, things I did not know was possible. I started college at age 37 and was the first female of of people to get an education. I am also one of fewer than a dozen members of our clan (which has over 4k people) to learn to read and write. I can not do maths, I do not know how to count or tell time or use money.

I have never lived in a house, nor had electricity, toilets, or running water. Most Americans call me a "feral child" due to my 3rd world upbringing and lifestyle.

I'm sorry, but if you send me slang or memes that reference American TV or pop culture, I am not going to know what you are talking about as I've never been a part of those things.

I discovered the existence of electricity and the internet in 1996, when I also discovered libraries. From 1996 until 2016, this website was entirely written on public access computers from various libraries throughout Maine.

November 14, 2013, while I was 8 months pregnant with my son Xavier-Octavian, I was attacked by 2 women with golf clubs, at The BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College, in South Portland Maine. They murdered my son, and severed my spine. I am now crippled and can not walk, and there is an FBI investigation trying to locate the 2 women who did this. I am legally blind, I was born that way, so I can not identify these women. They were Americans by the way they spoke, but I have no clue who they are.

Due to my bedridden state, I was no longer able to live outside, and in 2017, moved into an apartment nearby my farm. From 2017 to 2024, due to now having a computer, internet, and electricity, things I never had before 2017, I am now able to update this website near daily. I am still learning about Americans and their bizarrely strange culture, so, do not expect me to understand your "jokes" and slang and memes or you strange political rants, because I have no point of reference by which to understand them.

I learned to read and write in 1978, and immediately took up writing short stories about Elves and Unicorns. The first Quaraun story was published by a tiny print magazine September 23, 1978. Now today in 2024, there are 138 novels, 423 novellas, and more than 2k short stories published for the series. Most were written in Scottish and do not have English translations, and most appeared in small press print magazines that have only 6 month shelf lives before going out of print. The bulk of the series was published between 1987 and 1996. Most title sold fewer than one thousand copies, due largely to language barriers of the series not being accessible to English speakers.

Two of the English editions sold over a million copies each.

This website, was created for me to have a place to talk about how create my characters, I build their world, how I write their stories, and how I get those stories published. If you no interest in those things, there probably will not be much for you here. However, in 2017, the site crossed ten thousand pages, so there is a lot here, but it's mostly stuff about Elves, Unicorns, writing Elves and Unicorns, and a lot of lore and character backstories for my own series.

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The problem is ALL of my cars get branded as "haunted" because Stephen King is a jackass who sees nothing wrong with telling people my cars are haunted and his fans are too retarded to know he's lying to them about me and my cars.

All 4 of my supposedly "haunted" cars:

The GoldenEagle
(aka Christine)
 aka
The World's Most Haunted Car

1964 Dodge 330, photo taken by Wendy Christine Allen 1987, copyright Wendy Christine Allen 1987. If you find this image ANYWHERE online, in any article ot video, know that it was STOLEN from my website eelkat.com by pirates who are using it illegally, without my consent or permission.1964 Dodge 330, photo taken by Wendy Christine Allen 1987, copyright Wendy Christine Allen 1987. If you find this image ANYWHERE online, in any article ot video, know that it was STOLEN from my website eelkat.com by pirates who are using it illegally, without my consent or permission.

1964 Dodge 330, photo taken by Wendy Christine Allen 1987, copyright Wendy Christine Allen 1987. If you find this or any other image of my car ANYWHERE online, in any article or video, know that it was STOLEN from my website eelkat.com by pirates who are using it illegally, without my consent or permission.

One of my earliest memories was of a road trip to Mt. Washington in New Hampshire. I was 6, maybe 7 at the time. I was sitting in the backseat of a 1964 Dodge 330 4-door sedan, a former Old Orchard Beach police car, now painted metallic orange.

On either side of me sat an old lady. The older one, at five foot one, was only inches taller than I was, had short curly hair, was known for her wild temper, spiteful ways, starting fist fights, putting curses on everyone in sight, spoke with a Scottish accent so thick you could barely discern she was speaking English, and in the 1960s had embraced the passion of wearing purple polyester.

The other, twenty years younger than the first, with hair not quite as grey, stood five foot eight, had very dark tan skin, kept her hair tied in two long pigtail braids, and having just arrived back home from (yet another) trip to Hawaii, was dressed in a long ruffled muumuu with butterflies so huge, that only two fit across it.

Neither had ever driven a car; both remembered the days long before cars existed.  

“Nobody ever takes me anywhere,” complained one.

“Oh, I know it, isn’t it terrible, nobody ever takes me anywhere either,” answered the other.

They spent the next several miles discussing how they each did nothing all day but sit home alone, never got out of the house, and had overall dull, boring lives. The conversation was ironic, considering neither had any idea where they were, seeing as some 100 miles or so back, we had taken a wrong turn and were now wandering aimlessly on the unmapped dirt roads which weave their way around the New Hampshire White Mountains.

Their conversation went on in endless babble, until the Scottish woman pulled out a ham sandwich and offered it to the Kickapoo Indian woman, a Seventh Day Adventist and Huna practitioner, and therefore a strict vegetarian and animal rights activist.

An all out food fight ensued with pieces of ham sandwiches being thrown from one side of the car to the other.

It was always eventful sitting between my two grandmothers on a long road trip, because you never knew whether you should wear yellow to match the mustard or white to match the mayo.

I was quite used to this by now, as we took a road trip every weekend and airborne slices of tomato, flying lettuce, and hamburger patties sliding down the windshield, was just the way it was. My parents had long ago given up on asking their parents to sit down and behave.

Until that moment you would have thought the two women best of friends. However, nothing could have been further from the truth. The two women hated one another, had spent many years feuding, and had only been sitting peacefully together in the red shag backseat of a giant orange car, because one’s son had married the other’s daughter and any chance to spend time with their grandbaby was worth having to put up with one another’s company for a few hours.

To the untrained eye, the ham sandwich had been an innocent mistake; however, anyone who knew Helen Ricker-Allen knew all too well that she did not normally eat ham, and had gone out of her way to buy ham, specifically for this event, knowing full well that meat of all kinds, but most especially pig, was off Eva Viola Atwater’s menu.

The screaming and yelling died down when we reached the top of Mt. Washington, but the slices of ham were firmly stuck to the windows and ceiling for the rest of the trip.

This car is an extremely rare 1964 Dodge 330 Limited 25th Anniversary edition. (to celebrate 25 years passing since the creation of the first Coronet in 1939; yes, the 1964 Dodge 330 is a Coronet - the anniversary edition had only 550 made, whereas the standard edition had 35k made; the 24th ann ed was silver with red interior vs the standard edition was any colour except silver exterior and any colour except red inside - that and an inscription on the steering wheel is the only thing different from a standard 1964 Dodge Coronet 330 and a 25th anniversary edition Dodge Coronet 330.)

The second haunted car to be added to my collection, I bought it in 1983. I am his 5th owner. 

It's list of owners are this:

#1: Old Orchard Beach Police Department (1964 to 1965)

#2: Dr. Larcochelle of Ocean Ave (next door to Sudds Laundry) (1965 - 1972)

#3: David "Dave" Marcott (1972 - 1975)

#4: OOB fireman, Kenneth Ricker Allen (1975 - 1983)

#5: Me (1983 - to current)

1964 Dodge 330; former Old Orchard Beach Police Car;

Originally silver, Dr. Larcochelle used a paintbrush to paint it a matte gold. He is the one who named it Christine.

It was painted it's current orange metalflake by Bryan Marcott (Dave Marcott's son.) The colour is 1964 Cadillac "copper penny".

I renamed it The GoldenEagle in 1983 in an attempt to disassociate it from Stephen King and the onslaught of King fans who worship this car on bizarre cultish levels. It's mirrors, antenna, and most of it's chrome trim has been stolen by Stephen King fans over the years, a result of his having made a movie called "Christine" based off the rumours Old Orchard Beach residents spread around Maine about this supposedly haunted car. 

Rumours of it being a demon possessed haunted car first surfaced in 1964 when it was purchased by the Old Orchard Beach police department. Locals claim, that the first time an officer drove it, he commit suicide that night. I can not confirm this event and have never been able to locate the officer's name.

I can however confirm that 3 other officers who drove the car, did in fact all commit suicide after driving the car, including the Old Orchard Beach animal control officer/ Wells Code Enforcement Officer Bruce Savoy who murdered his whole family in Wells, Maine, before killing himself.

It was also blamed for the deaths of French Canadian Old Orchard Beach police officers "The Babe" and "Adam" in the late 1970s/early 1980s.

Usually accused of having killed 4 police officers and 11 locals, the numbers change depending on which terror crazed radical is telling the story. In my research into the car's history, I can only confirm the 4 police officer suicides listed above and not the additional ones attributed to it. I can also confirm that The Babe, Adam, and Bruce Savoy, did in fact all drive the car, as I myself had witnessed each of them do so. 

Most towns you see the police and rescue working together, arriving together on scene of every 911 call. Not in Old orchard Beach, where you often see the red and blue in fierce competition with each other. Fist fights between police officers and rescue men are common and brutal in Old Orchard Beach.

When you call 911, either the police arrive or the fire department. Not both. Never both. They hate each so much they can barely stand to be in the same town together let alone at the same crime scene together.

You will never see a fire men at a crime scene, nor will you ever see a police officer at a fire.

It was this viscous, often violent feud between the departments that was why when the fire department left my yard with a bomb on October 18, 2006... it never reached the evidence locker of the police department. The fire men reported delivering. The police tossed it because the fireman not only delivered, but they found in the house that had the world's most haunted car sitting in the driveway. The police department hates the haunted car that much. Rumours in the fire department say that it was a police officer who put the bomb in my house, in the room beside the driveway, hoping to destroy the car when it went off. While the house was destroyed and I nearly killed, the car survived the bomb without a scratch.

This car is responsible for the sometimes feud level rift between the police officers of Old Orchard Beach (who hate the car with a paranoid vengeance) and the firemen of Old Orchard Beach (who consider the car to be a legendary iconic landmark of the town.)

While the Old Orchard Beach Police Force lives in mortal terror of the haunted car, the Old Orchard Beach Fire Department on the other hand, idolizes the car as a "good luck charm"

From 1975 to 1983, the car had "special" municipal plates issued to it, and had red strobe lights and a siren installed on it. It was used as a "first responder car" by Old Orchard Beach firemen, who were able to pile 8 large officers into the car, and get them to the scene of the emergency, faster then the fire trucks.

Because the car has what firemen described as "a drug dealer's engine" that could reach speeds in excess of 200 miles per hour, it was often used by the Old Orchard Beach fire department, instead of an ambulance, to transport burn victims to hospitals.

Owner, fireman Kenneth Ricker Allen, was awarded a "town hero" when he drove a 10 year old girl with 3rd degree burns over her entire body, from Old Orchard Beach, Maine, on a high speed, police escorted (state not local police), none-stop drive straight to St Jude's Hospital.

Hundreds of witnesses to the event reported seeing the car with flames coming from the wheels. And indeed, when it returned to Maine after the drive to St Jude's, the tires were burned to the metal, the treads completely gone.

While most people, claim the car is demonic and evil, firemen claim the car was the reason for being able to save more lives then anything else. 

They report many instances where they could not fit a fire truck through the roads, and attached a fire hose to the car, then drove it into places the big engines could not fit.

They cite dozens of accounts when burn victims would have died en-rought to the hospital had they gone in an ambulance instead of the car.

Since it's legendary drive to St Jude's Children's Hospital Special Burn Victim's Unit, the car has been regarded by Old Orchard Beach fire men as the good luck charm of the town, and have said if the car was ever removed from the town it would bring down a curse on the town, brought about by the spirits of every one whom had ever died in a fire.

While Old Orchard Beach Police Officers claim the car is demon possessed, Old Orchard Beach Firemen claim the car "flies on the wings of angels, driving at speeds no natural car could reach on it's own, when carrying burn victims on board".

Old Orchard Beach firemen, like most other residents of town, agree a supernatural entity lives in the car, but they call Etiole an arch angel, not a ghost or demon as most locals do.

The Gypsy clan that owned the car in the 1970s was known for their extreme "Evel Knievel" style dare devil attempts. One of the most frightening experiences of my life was to be in the back seat of the car, loaded with fire fighters, as it made a 230 mph run from Portland to Biddeford... via train track... with a freighter bearing down on the back bumper the entire way.

The Old Orchard Beach Police had put up a gate across the tracks, cross wise the gate between the town hall and the Pier on main street. The car went crashing through it like it wasn't there and never slowed down, with blue sparks flying from the wheels, that were now nearly completely devoid of any rubber left at all, it's wheels now riding metal on metal, same as the train.

Yes, my parents are insane - no one in Old Orchard Beach questions that. My dad was driving while my mother and the fire men, were hanging out the windows flipping birdies at the fleet of police cars driving along side.

Such events were frequent and usually included Bud Hurst, Dave Marcott, Bryan Marcott, Ken Blow, Steve Swenson, Tim Swenson, and John Pusliver (Jolly John - hi-ho jolly - yes, often while wearing his banana costume) in addition to the fire men, and was a group that often included police officers Gene Lacroy, Chucky Granger, Bruce Savouy, Adam S., and The Babe.


Ken Blow:
(My dad's first cousin & my next door neighbor at 140 Portland Ave...
yes, thousands of port-a-potties are the view you see from my yard)

Jolly John:

Car stuffing was not unusual with The GoldenEagle and it could, pack more then 20 people in and on it - with some hanging on the outside, standing on the running boards and holding the roof.

Several of the shoot outs between the Atwater and Cyr Gypsy clans took place with the Atwaters packed into this car and shooting at Cyrs and police alike with their double barrel shot guns.

The wildest rides were however, not the ones in this car, but rather it's sister car a green double decker car (2 cars wielded together), with gun men strapped into the roof load of bench seats on the upper car.

Bud Hurst was the first openly gay man to live in Old Orchard Beach - he had a vendetta against police after being stripped naked, tied to the back of a squad car and dragged 14 miles to be hung in Biddeford's Rotary Park flagpole. Yes. Police officers did that to him.

The fire men were packing guns the night of the train ride, shooting as many bullets as birdies at the police.

The 1970s in Old Orchard Beach were wild.

The fire department was infuriated with the police department refused to investigate the stolen car.

When the car was stolen in May 2010, the entire Old Orchard Beach fire department drove the town fire engines up and down Portland Ave, tooting and blaring sirens, in protest of the vandalism of the car they considered "heroic" for the many lives it helped save.

As many as 34 suicides, beheading, and death by lightening strikes are attributed to the car, by some people. Though no direct link to the car in ANY death, murder, or suicide has ever been determined. Lack of proof the car is killing people has never stopped people from accusing the car of killing people.

There have been 4 people killed in the last decade, in Old Orchard Beach, by lightening strikes. In every case locals made the claim that the person in question had "made bad remarks" about the car the day before they died. I can not confirm these rumors.

In 2001 an elderly woman was beheaded in a freak accident, when she drove her car under an 18-wheeler, cutting her car in half top to bottom. Locals claimed that she had a week earlier made an attempt to "exorcise the demon" from my car. I can not confirm that she attempted to exorcise the car, however, I knew this woman personally, attended church with her, she did ride as a passenger in the car, and she did have a habit of pouring oil on every one and every thing claiming she was "casting out devils". Her pastor, Banard Elliot, retaliated at her death, by in July 2001, hiring Morin House Movers to cut my house in two, and move it to Lake Arrowhead. During the 3 year court case that followed, the Maine State Police uncovered the fact that Elliot's church The Arundel Christian Tabernacle was stealing tens of thousands of dollars in social security checks from it's senior membership. The church was shut down in 2004 by the State Police for being a scam operation, and the pastor commit suicide in order to avoid going to prison, resulting in the rumours of him being yet another person "compelled by the car's demon to commit suicide".

People in the area often make the claim that the car is haunted by the ghost of the "Indian Chief" of the Saco River Curse. Again, I can find no evidence to confirm the ghost of "an Indian Chief" is haunting my car. Likewise I think the whole Saco River Curse thing is bogus, but 99% of the people here in the Saco River Estuary refuse to make a move without consulting who drowned when at the York Hill Damn over at RiverWalk over by the Saco Yacht Club. I think they are absolute idiots, because my car has nothing to do with the Saco RiVer Curse and yet the people around here blubber gibbering idiocy about me, my car, and Etiole, every time any one mentions the Saco River Curse. I am so damned fucking sick of the retarded jackasses who can't take their heads out of their paranoid asses long enough to see how stupid they are for believing in all this curse, demon, ghost shit... and the worst part is, the ONLY reason they toss my name into it is because I'm a Gypsy and they believe we Gypsies are some sort of supernatural creatures. They outright say they do not believe me or my family are Human.  

(UPDATE: 2019: Because the jackass locals are being stupid asses again, both me and Etiole and most of my Gypsy clan have all had DNA tests done to prove that we are Humans. I'm so tired of this bull shit the uneducated religion crazed racist retards of Maine put us through just because us brown ass Gypsies aren't white enough to be seen as Humans.)

The most persistent rumour locals spread about my car, is the fact that it is "demon possessed". They claim the car is "possessed by an evil suicide demon" which they claim "compels all who touch it to commit suicide". Many residents of Old Orchard Beach have thus dubbed it "The Suicide Car".

We can confirm that at least 34 of the suicides attributed to being caused by the car, were in fact people who at some point did in fact touch the car, though we can not confirm that either the car or a demon "caused" the 34 suicides in question.

Many locals point out that Etiole is covered with scars that look to be self inflicted, which they give as their "proof" that Etiole is what they call a "suicide demon". They claim his uses "black magic" and "voodoo dolls", then cuts himself to cause people to commit suicide in a self inflicted blood ritual. I can confirm Etiole (a very ancient/elderly local hermit who lives in the Ross Forest) has an obsession with suicide and talks about it constantly. I can also confirm he uses "voodoo dolls" and what could be considered "black magic". I can not confirm that he is not human or that he is a demon. Many of the scars on his arms do appear to be self inflicted, but they appear, to me, to be his attempt to remove the tattoos that he says prison guards put on him.

Interestingly our town has an abnormally high rate of suicides, and mass murder suicides in York County (events where a person kills their family before killing themselves) are the highest in the country, with an average of two murder-suicides happening each year.

Old Orchard Beach has the highest rate of police officer suicide in the state of Maine.

There are also more murder-suicides committed by police officers, in York County, then any other region within New England.

The most famous murder-suicide attributed to the haunted car, is The Cascade Murders. (offsite link to news reports)

It is blamed for having a demon that possessed the boy who killed 5 people in the Cascade Murders; According to town manager Jim Thomas and assistant town manager Louise Reed (when they arrived in my yard the day after the murders), a young boy supposedly snuck into my yard the previous day after being dared by his friends to touch the world's most haunted car; the boy promptly went home, took a butcher knife, then waited for his grandmother, parents, siblings, and their dog, to come home and one by one cut the heads off of each member of his family as they returned home that night, then set fire to the house, and told the neighbours a demon had done it.

The Cascade Murders are considered to be one of the most horrific murders in Maine history.

The Old Orchard Beach police officers who answered the call, found it very difficult to keep a straight face and stop laughing, as Jim Thomas and Louis Reed told them how it was the (in their words) "poltergeist" car and not the boy who had killed the Bolduc family.

(Yes, this is the same Bolduc family involved in the 1983 shoot-out known as "The Battle of 4-5-8".)

(And yes, it IS once again, the SAME Bolduc family involved in the August 21, 1991 murder of Tajid and Anastasia, an event that happened in my yard and I was a witness too. Their family has a history of mental illness, extreme violence, and people randomly killing everyone in the room for no reason at all.)

After they got done laughing at the town manager and his assistant, the police officers gave the two town officials hell for calling in a false police report in the middle of a "gravely serious murder investigation".

The police found no evidence that the supposedly haunted car was connected to ANY of the multiple mass murders the Bolduc family committed in the past 3 decades. However, Jim Thomas, in addition to be Old Orchard Beach town manager was also first counselor to Bishop Den Keenings, together they, with second counselor Joel Bailey, incited members of their church (including the Byrant women who'd been thrown from the car 2 decades earlier) into a mob like frenzy, which resulted in them arriving in my yard on May 10, 2015 to tear the car to pieces. Joel Bailey went to prison a few months following this event, for this, his connection to the bomb that blew up my house in 2006, and for hacking Old Orchard Beach town hall bank accounts and stealing $3 million dollars of town tax funds. Joel, one of the more radical fear mongers around rumors of the car's being haunted, claims the car possessed him and made him to the things he did because the car in his words had "a demon living in it."

The haunted car supposedly drives around town on it's own without a driver, terrorizing the locals - according to the dozens of locals who claimed to have seen the car do this. I've yet to find any evidence of this happening.

The car has been struck by lightening twice since I have owned it.

Multiple people report having seen a demon sitting in the back seat; 

4 different women have been "thrown" out of the back seat while the haunted car was being driven on the highway 

(I witnessed all 4 events)

Local auto mechanic "Mac" of "Mac's Garage" on Saco Ave (old Mac, now retired), examined the haunted car in 1984 after Bishop Bryant's wife Letta, claimed that a demon "tore off" her seat belt, "threw open the door" and "kicked" her out into the road, while she was a passenger carpooling with us to K-Mart in Scarborough.

Mac's findings was that both the seat belt and the door lock were faulty. After several tests he confirmed that at speeds of 45 miles per hour, the door lock would come lose and the door would swing open. He fixed the door lock and there was never again any problems with people "being thrown" out of the haunted car.

In 1980, a group of Traveller Gypsies, illegally squatting on our farm, claimed the haunted car came to life and attacked them by shooting lightening bolts at them. They packed up their tents the same day and fled.

Every few days, for the past 42 years, dead animals are found on or around the car, no matter where it is parked. Once a moose leg was found on the roof, squirrels, rabbits, foxes, and birds are near daily found on it's hood. The vets I took the dead animals to, all said the animals died of electrocution and "appeared to have been hit by lightening".

In 2007 a group of people claiming to be "MUFON Scientists" came asking to do tests on the car. Their machine "went off the charts crazy", which they said meant the car was "giving off alarmingly high charges of radiation, like something you'd expect to see in a nuclear meltdown". These MUFON scientists, concluded that an "amphibious alien" was living in the car and, that the car was soaking up the radiation that the alien was giving off. 

The metal body of the car is VERY HOT to the touch, and causes serious burns if you keep your hand on it for more then a few seconds. Multiple people have suffered serious 2nd degree burns, with severe blistering and bleeding, as a result of people daring them to keep their hand on the car for more then 2 minutes.

Watches, calculators, radios, and cameras stop functioning while inside the haunted car.

Batteries (AA, D volt, etc) left inside the haunted car, explode after about 15 minutes of contact with the car.

If someone sits in the haunted car for several hours, then gets out of the car and holds a battery in their hand, the ends of the battery start foaming and leaking acid.

Putting on a watch after getting out of the haunted car, results in the watch face cracking and leaking black goo.

Thousands of tourists have tried photographing the haunted car, only to have the film in their cameras melt into gooey blobs, leaving their cameras destroyed.

Hundreds of photos have been successfully developed, but ALL are either heavily blurred, and/or are spattered with thousands of glowing "fairy orbs". Of more then 50,000 photos taken of the car, since 1964, only TWO (2) are clear. One of those 2 is seen above.

On July 26 of every year, tourists from Quebec make a pilgrimage to come touch the haunted car, claiming it heals all illnesses of any one who touches it on that day. More then 30,000 people have touched the world's most haunted car hoping to "be healed", resulting in the paint on the fenders being worn down to the bare metal now. Thousands of people (including cancer patients) claim to have been "miraculously healed" after touching the car.

As these people were all strangers, trespassing illegally on my land and touching my car without my permission, I can not confirm that any of them where who they claimed to be, had the illnesses they said they had, or if they were or were not cured by the haunted car after touching it on July 26.

In 1980 or town crossed 1,000 residents and was now seeing  2,000 to 3,000 summer torists each year.

Then Stephen King arrived. Fascinated by the local rumors about my car, he wrote a book and a movie, both called "Christine".

From 1983 to 2010, this car was responsible for the extreme high rate of tourists coming to Old Orchard Beach each summer, with as many as 2 million tourists coming to our town each summer, just to see the car.

Stephen King returned a decade later to based a second movie off my family, this one filmed in my yard with the haunted car on the set: The Thinner.

Thanks to Stephen King, by 2007 our town had 12,000 residents and 2 million summer tourists.

The car was stolen May 2010.

Due to the extreme, irrational hatred local residents have for the car, it was put in storage in a different town. A town which in 2010 had 5,000 residents and was not a tourists spot, but today in 2017 now has 20,000 residents and gets the 2 million summer tourists Old Orchard Beach used to get.

Where the car goes, the tourists follow.

The tourists of Old Orchard Beach came for the car, and without it, the only tourists who come here now, are the ones who come for the beach... a frigid, ice water, beach with 50F heat waves in summer. People who want a beach, go to Florida, not Maine. Without the haunted car, this town has nothing of interest to keep the tourists coming back year after year any more.

With the car no longer in Old Orchard Beach, Stephen King fans find little reason to vacation here in our town anymore. From 2010 to 2016, Old Orchard Beach has struggled to get 10,000 summer tourists. Gone are the days of 2million tourists each summer.

In 2012, two years after the car was removed from Old Orchard Beach, 9,000 residents packed up and left, bringing our town down to only 3,000 year round residents... and those numbers drop every month.

It is estimated that if the resident numbers continue dropping at the rate they are now, the town will be back to 700 year round residents by 2022 and be struggling to bring in 1,000 summer tourists, making our town officially the ghost town it is fast becoming.

There are several dozen residents of Old Orchard Beach, constantly coming to my yard, begging me to bring the car back to Old Orchard Beach to "remove the curse" that has been placed on our town by it's removal.

The car will not return to Old Orchard beach until resident can guarantee, no member of Jim Thomas' Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints is working at the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, AND the Cyr Clan with their army of 4-door white trucks, is going to stop harassing me.

And after crippling me, murdering my son, cutting my car in half, driving a backhoe over my house, hanging me headless pets from rope nooses in my trees, filling my motorhome with feces and cutting my cats heads off... if Etiole wants to put a curse on this town, he can have them and may they all have the events they did to me happen straight back at them, happening to them, their cars, their homes, their pets, their children and their families.

If you ever did or said ANYTHING to harm my family, Etiole IS coming for you and he WILL see to it that what happened to us happens to you SEVEN TIMES WORSE..

Note that the car was never actually "on public display", and EVERY case of someone (tourists, MUFON, vandals, etc) coming to my yard to touch my car... they were ALL trespassers here without my authorization or permission, and had to go past 144 "Keep Out" and "No Trespassing" signs before reaching my car, which I had deliberately parked in the woods, 200 feet off the road, behind rose bushes, so that it could not be seen from the road, in my desperate attempt to hide it from the onslaught of trespassers, most of them being Stephen King's piss pants crazed screaming fan-girls.

In their crazed attempts to get to the car, these tens of thousands of trespassers, destroyed my vegetable crops, decimated my rose gardens, damaged my barns and sheds, and inexplicably, made a habit of stealing "soverniurs" from my yard (including to having stolen more then 200 pink plastic flamingos, dozens of garden gnomes, hundreds of plants which they dug up with the shovels they brought with them, and hundreds of bird feeders... all taken by thieving trespassers who claimed it was their "right" to do so, by virtue of them being Stephen King fans and my yard being the Gypsy farm that The Thinner was filmed on.

It is frustrating and annoying the complete and total lack of moral decency, and outright disrespect, and constant invasion of my privacy, I am subjected to at the hands of Stephen King's psychotically arrogant, self rightious screaming fan girls.

Since it's removal from our town in 2010, Old Orchard Beach struggles to reach 10,000 tourists each year. 

Also in 2010 the population of our town went from 12,000 year round residents to 3,000, with more then half of the businesses in town shutting down that same year, due to "lack of tourist income".

Old Orchard Beach firemen point out that the town of Old Orchard Beach is being punished by "spirits of victims who died in house fires" for the deplorable way they treated the car and the people who owned it.

According the the fire fighters of Old Orchard Beach, the town will continue to lose residents and continue to see a steady decrease in both tourists and tourist income, until the car is returned to Old Orchard Beach where it belongs.

They cite that the town's last 7 years of "bad luck" was caused by the mob-like attack on the car in May of 2010, and that until the car is restored back into running order and once again driving on the streets of Old Orchard Beach, there is no hope of the town seeing either it's residents, it's tourists, or it's tourist income return.

Firemen of Old Orchard Beach predict that if the car is not returned to Old Orchard Beach soon, Old Orchard will become a ghost town, once again reverting back to the 700 residents it had when the town bought the car in 1964.

On May 10, 2010, shortly after a local teenager murdered 5 members of his family, hours after touching the haunted car on a dare; members of the Saco ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, gathered together and used 2 trucks to tear the car in half, by tying each bumper to a truck, then driving both directions. The car was torn into nearly a dozen pieces, and then sold to various locations all over the state. Within 5 day we tracked down all pieces of it, and have put it's remains in storage to prevent farther damage by vandals.

Mechanics who examined the car in 2010 after the vandalism, said it will cost at minimum $57,000 to get the car running again, and could cost in excess of $500,000 to restore, due to the fact the car is so rare (fewer then 300 are know to still exist) and most of the parts will have to be hand built, rather then bought, requiring the services of someone who can cast custom car parts.

Old Orchard Beach fire men point out that the town's sudden lose of both tourists and residents coincides with the town's attack on the car, and that the town is "being punished by the archangel who lives in the car" for their having destroyed the car. 

Interestingly, the tiny town the car was transported to on May 15, 2010, has seen a sudden booming surge of residents, tourists, and income, growing in the past 7 years from a tiny town of 5,000 to a booming city of 25,000. Formerly the town with the 2nd lowest taxes in the state (in 2010) it now is on the top 10 highest taxes in New England (in 2017).

The firemen who know where the car is currently located, have pointed to this super fast boost in residents, tourists, and income, in a town formerly unheard of to those outside of Maine, claiming that this is "proof" the car was in fact a good luck charm and not demon possessed.

Interestingly... this town turned city, like Old Orchard Beach, has suddenly seen a surge in police officer suicides and cops on killing sprees.

Strangely, since it's train track run in the 1970s, it now stalls on EVERY train track. Always requires being pushed off the tracks and being pushed for several feet while attempting to restart, before it will start again, once crossing a train track.

The car has been driven off the Old Orchard Beach Pier multiple times, taking a nose drive into the Atlantic Ocean. Each time with the driver, struggling desperately to gain control of the car, unable to stop it or steer it. I was a passenger in it during two of these events. In both instances the doors and window locked on their own and no one inside was able to get them open. The car eventually drifted back to land with the tide, at which point we were able to escape it. It has done this to every person who has ever driven it.

Requires 3 to 4 people to open the hood (described as prying open the jaws of a clam); once open, requires being braced with boards, to prevent the monster sized, 200 pound, 10 foot long hood, from slamming down. Had broken the hands and fingers of multiple mechanics, and knocked out many people.

People are scared to open the massive trunk (which can fit 4 adults comfortably inside), as attempts to put things in the trunk, results in the trunk slamming down, forcing them inside and locking them in.

What is known as "The 7 Year Curse" is connected to the haunted car, with Old Orchard Beach locals, claiming that the car waits 7 years before killing a person, spending 7 years terrorizing that person first.

In each case of violence committed against every family who has ever owned the car, the vandals/attackers/harassers have always died exactly 7 years from the date of the vandalism

When the car was vandalized in 2010 by Old Orchard Beach town council men, the town started a rumor that in 2017, the town councilmen involved in the vandalism would die in 2017.

For some unknown reason the trunk is full of antique chain saws, and harpoons. They were in the car when I bought it. I've taken them out dozens of times. They always end up back inside, with every one claiming they didn't do it. In 1996 I took the chain saws to the city dump. When the car was cut up May 10, 2010, and returned home May 15, 2010, I opened the trunk to find the chain saws and harpoon in there. I can not explain how they got back in the trunk. Presumably, it is a local, a relative, doing it as a prank.

...UPDATE: Since Bruce Atwater's death in November 2019, the chain saw event no longer happens. It was long suspected that he was doing it, and the fact that it stopped after his death and has not happened again in nearly a decade, proves it was him, AGAIN, yet another of his hoaxes.

As usually, the "unexplained" was once again proven to be yet ANOTHER hoax being pulled by my Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

To date there is NO "haunted" event surrounding this car, that did NOT have a hoax being pulled by my uncle Bruce. EVERY ONE of the unexplained events, has been found to be him, just trying to spook people, to cover up the fact that he tried to kill his 2 year old baby sister by throwing her in front of the car, in 1968.

So, even the one thing that I saw happen (the chainsaws in the trunk) has now been proven to be yet another hoax pulled by my uncle.

I've said it hundreds of times and I'll say it again: the car is NOT HAUNTED, and every single so called "haunted" event has been debunked. ALL OF THEM!

From May 10, 2010 to May 15, 2010 Freeport, Maine was in full black out. The black out starting seconds after the car was placed on a car crusher at the auto graveyard the thieves had sold it too. On May 15, the junkyard owner used a forklift to remove the car from the car crusher. The power returned to the town seconds after the car was placed back on the ground. The owner of the junkyard say "it was the scariest thing I ever experienced; it was like the car was possessed and threatening our town if I tried to hurt it".

Said to be the most famous of all haunted cars in the world, it was the car that inspired Stephen King's books and movies: Christine, Trucks, Maximum Overdrive, and Buick 8

From 1983 to 2010 I was letting a local homeless hermit sleep in the car at night. He appears to be a Jewish Holocaust survivor who suffered severe radiation burns, his body "bleached" a glossy, hairless, mottled greyish-blueish-white. He claims to be a Grigori arch-angel named Ertael. The French Canadians call him "Etiole" meaning "man who fell from the stars" and claim he is an alien. It is he whom locals claim is "the demon" who lives in the car, and he whom MUFON called "an amphibious alien". His body is covered with horrific scars from prolonged torture, and also tattoos that look like Hebrew words, which he claims are spells that bind him to earth. He has two horrifying scars running down his back, that he claims are a result of having his wings ripped off by "other arch angels". His sanity is in question. Who and what he is is debated by every one who has ever encountered him.

Unfortunately is claim to be an archangel, is what causes a lot of the wild rumors about him.

UPdate: 2019 - Due to the increased hysteria od retarded religion crazed locals, both myself and Etiole have had DNA testing done, and both of us can prove we are Humans..