Update: April 16, 2022

Tomorrow is Easter.

Easter, like Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Mother's day is one of the worst days of the year. A day that celebrates children and motherhood. On November 14, 2013, while I was 8 month pregnant, and putting bags on the back seat of my car, three still unidentified attackers, brought golf clubs down on my back, breaking my spine and murdering my baby. I am legally blind and almost deaf, so I neither heard nor saw them coming. I read lips, so you must be facing me for me to hear you. Bring legally blind, you also must be less than 3 feet in front of me for me to see your lips, to know you are talking. Because of this it was very easy for them to sneak up behind me while I leaned into my car, putting bags on the seat.

They broke 3 vertebrae in my spine, the shattered bones severing my spinal column, permanently damaging many nerves. Because of this nerve damage I have limited use of my left arm and hand, difficulty breathing, my bladder and intestines no longer function properly requiring adult diapers, massive tremors in both hands prevent me from being able to do basic things like brush my hair or hold a spoon to eat. These are just things from the nerve damage. 

Additionally they broke my pelvis, my hips, and my knees.

I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. Today I can walk on a very limited basis, aided by a cane, but every step is seeking pain, like lightning bolts going through my leg, across my pelvis and up my spine.

Because of this I was bedridden from 2013 to 2015. And all of that time I had no use of my hands, so I was not online either. And thus was unaware that during that time, a group of locals set to social media to build up massive slanderous rumors about me. They created a huge fairy tale meme of me being an Erotica author, a porn star, a transvestite, a male to female transgender, gay, and an alien abductee. I am none of those things but they spent 3 years, on hundreds of accounts on Facebook and Twitter, many of them fake "Eelkat" accounts where they were pretending to be me, building up this massive slanderous web of lies about me, and I had no idea they were doing it, until October 2021, 9 years after they started doing it.

April 10, 2015 a group of 74 locals, many of them wearing ku klux klan white hooded robes, arrived at my farm. 14 of them held me, Ben, my mother, and one of my 3 younger brothers down on the ice and snow while holding guns to our heads, while the others used cinder block bricks and a metal pole device with wire loops on the end, to beat and behead, 10 of my 12 foster children, then nail their heads to my door. The youngest was 4 years old. The oldest was 16 years old. They chanted "too gay for the family friendly town of old Orchard Beach" while accusing me, my pink Volvo, my pink motor home, and Ben of being gay, transgender, transvestite, and citing that guys were not allowed in Maine.

THIS is what gay haters in Maine do to people they THINK, might maybe, be gay, even though they are not.

No man, woman or child is safe in Maine, so long as these murders walk free. They will kill anything they determine to be gay, even if it is not, as can be seen my the murder of my children.

They also had hundreds of paperback copies of my books, burning them in a huge bonfire on my lawn while calling them gay Erotica and calling mean Erotica author and porn star. (I'm an author, I write a travel blog style series about a homeless man who backpacks his way across Maine, there is no sex in the series. I'm a Mormon, I've never written a sex scene.)

My family was murdered and I am crippled for the rest of my life, because of this group who has been slandering me on social media. But, at the time of these two attacks (November 14, 2013 and April 10,2015) me and my family were unaware of these slanderous rumors the locals of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine were spreading not only on Facebook and Twitter, but by word of mouth around town as well.

May 2021, I started walking around town again, for the first time since being paralyzed 9 years ago on November 14, 2013, and it quickly became apparent something was seriously wrong with the locals.

I was unable to walk my dog on Main Street, Bradbury Street, Harvey Street, or Cutts Street Biddeford, where I have lived since becoming paralyzed, but not before gone outside, because of being paralyzed and bedridden and unable to walk until now…

I was unable to walk my dog on Main Street, Bradbury Street, Harvey Street, or Cutts Street Biddeford without being attacked, pushed off the sidewalk by random strangers running up to me and grabbing my cane and using it to push me in the road in front of cars while accusing me of being gay, transgender, or transvestite. Screaming "transvestite freak" while throwing rocks at me. Group of women joggers stopping to surround me and harass me while saying guys aren't allowed on their street. 

October 2021, my Volvo returned to my driveway after 3 years of being completely rebuilt, after the February 2019 attack on it with baseball bats completely destroyed it. Within 5 minutes of starting to repaint it, 2 men showed up in my driveway yelling about aliens and demons and Etoile and because of this I stopped painting fish on the door, painted over the fish and painted a portrait of Etiole instead. 

November 19, 2021 the red haired American woman from the 2016 High Street attack on my navy blue pick up truck, showed up on the porch here on Main Street. 

The location is 409 Main Street, the big white farmhouse Victorian on the 3way corner of Harvey Lane and Cutts street, right at the train tracks. It has 2 driveways one on Main Street and one on Harvey. There are multiple porches. It's the porch on the Main street side, that goes up the driveway alongside the abortive cedar tree hedge, where I park my painted Volvo. That porch is the one this woman shows up on. 

It's an elderly couple and mother in law who live there at that porch.  When they leave for work, this woman shows up when they are not home and stands on the porch bellowing like a fog horn screaming death threats at me, yelling crazy demon and alien slander about Etiole, making the claim of putting a bomb in the tail pipe of my car, screaming about suicide demons and evil eye curses, and yelling about someone named Todd Murphy (I don't know who that is, I get the impression he's a relative or boyfriend or ex of hers or something, but I don't any one by that name, so I don't know who he is. I don't know who she is either.) She looks to be maybe 30s to 40s aged. 

She was here again yesterday. She was bragging that she got a fight started with my mother and the Atwaters on Facebook, laughing about how easy it is to get my mother and her ex fighting and the old woman was giving her hell and telling her to get off the Atwaters Facebook and leave them alone. 

This happened less then an hour after my mother made the claim that a woman of the same short haired blond description, assaulted her and my father at an ATM machine, the blond woman claiming to my mother to be my father's girlfriend, my father claiming he never saw her before. 

All this happened on April 10, 2022, the 7 year anniversary of the murder of my foster children, and the blond woman who was here in my driveway after the ATM attack was bragging the anniversary is why she is instigating the fighting between my parents. 

I did not see the ATM attack, so, I do not know what happened other then what my mother and father are saying. 

I did however see her here in my driveway.

She does not live here. She's shows up in a silver pick-up truck driven by a small skinny blonde man. No one here at this building knows who she is.

There is another blonde woman, older sometimes with her. I do recognize the older woman. She's one of the November 14, 2013 golf club attackers. The one the others who were with her called "Claire". She looks to be in her 60s. Usually wears a blue denim button down man's worksheet as a coat. She sometimes drives a gold Volvo suv around 2004vintage, sometimes a silver Subaru suv, sometimes a mega sized white Nissan 4 door white pick-up truck, and sometimes a pine dark green pick up truck. She frequently has another older woman with her, who calls herself "Kendra" and has very, very long natural red curly hair, sometimes she wears big Janis Joplin glasses and sometimes cyberpunk cyclops lime green glasses, she frequently carries a small white poodle dog. The dog is often wearing either a purple dragon or a black skeleton costume. These 2 older women and a younger bald man are the 2013 golf club attackers who murdered my baby. This new younger blond woman and the 5 who are often with her, appear to be their relatives. The FBI believes they are part of a drug gang from Connecticut that call themselves "The Cyr Clan". According to the FBI the Cyr Clan was a gang that my uncle Bruce was involved with back in the 1960s in Boston before I was born. The FBI believes Bruce pissed them off in the early 2000s and that's what brought them up here to Maine.

The FBI believes they were after either one of Bruce's daughters or one of Bruce's sisters with both the November 2013 and April 2015 attacks.

One of Bruce's daughters also lives on Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach and she also has a pink motor home. So there are TWO pink motor homes on the same street. This particular daughter of Bruce IS in fact a porn star. She's a pole dancer for a top less bar.

In 2016, there was another large scale attack, near duplicate to the April 10, 2015 attack. I never talk about it because it didn't happen to me. It happened to Bruce's daughter across the street from me. The attack on her family was bigger, bolder, and bloodier, than the attack on my family the previous year.

In 2017, a third similar attack happened in Biddeford to one of Bruce's sisters. Again I don't talk about it because it didn't happen to me.

Like I've said before there is A LOT MORE going on, then what you hear me talking about. I don't talk about what has happened to several of my cousins and their families both the Atwater cousins and the Murphey cousins- because it is not my place to do so. That's why you ONLY hear me talking about what directly happened to me personally and never mentioning the rest.

And I've not said everything that happened to me. A lot more has happened to me then you hear about because the FBI has specifically requested I don't talk about specific aspects of what happened to me and my children, because a lot was never released to the public, because they want to see who knows what. Certain things no one in the public should know about and knowing those things marks you as involved. This new young blonde woman KNOWS several of those things that were not released to the public and yells those things. Which means she is VERY INVOLVED with the murder of my children. 

Like I said until summer and fall of 2021 when started walking again for the first time in 9 years, I was unaware of the local gossip that was falsely accusing me of being gay, falsely accusing me of being transgender, falsely accusing me of being transvestite, falsely accusing me of being a porn star, falsely accusing me of being an Erotica author, or falsely accusing me of being an alien abduttee. 

I have lived here since 1975. You people know me. You people knew my murdered children. You people know I'm a cis female. You people know I'm not gay. I have published 138 novels and more then 2,000 short stories since 1978, and I  have sold 27k copies of every one of them to you people who come to my house and buy them in person, so you've read my books and know they are not Erotica. You people know I've been a devoted orthodox LDS Mormon my whole life, and that I've been with Ben for 37 years, so you know I'm not a porn star. 

What is wrong with you people? My family was murdered and I have spent 9 years recovering from medical hell, and I go outside for the first time in 9 years and find you people who know me have all devolved into gay hating, sex spewing, gibberish slandering gossips spreading vile, evil, malicious rumors and lies that you yourselves know to be untrue?

No wonder not a single one of you have helped my family through any of this. No wonder not a one of you ever once visited me at the hospital or my home after I got out of the hospital and couldn't go outside because I couldn't walk. 

You don't see me for 9 years because I'm bedridden and you're all to cold hearted to stop by and check in on me, and you spend that 9 years spinning wild, crazy transphobic, gay hating, sex filled lies about me?

What is wrong with you people?

You all let some stranger, who very likely IS the murderer, convince you of crazy ass slandering lies, that you people know to be untrue. 

You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves. 

Every resident of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine,  you all ought to be ashamed of what you have spent the last 9 years doing.

This new younger blonde woman, she's the one who keeps saying my car has a suicide demon in it and yelling about Todd, saying my car caused him to die.

I don't know who she is, but she's the same one who used to show up at 27 High st, also Biddeford and scream "nasty bitch" at me and acuse me of being an Erotica author and porn star. (Which she did during several Witcher 3 livestreams on Twitch, you can see her doing it if you go back and watch my VOD). I am neither an Erotica author or a Porn star, and she had throughout 2016 to 2019 arrived at High st with 5 others, one a blond man with a silver pick-up truck, one a black man with a yellow Mitsubishi with new York plates, one a very obese woman with blond Shirley Temple sausage curls, and the other two hooded men with a navy blue Buick sedan. If you remember the Christmas Eve 2016 livestream when the gang attacked my high st apartment and screaming "transvestite freak" that's them. This that same woman who also slanders me by calling me transvestite and transgender, which I am neither. I am a cis female, I've had 7 miscarriages, and the 1 baby that made it full term was murdered November 14, 2013 by 3 people with golf clubs, who are suspected to be, these same people. 

One day when I went downstairs to get the mail on high st, a mailbox that was in the lobby and you had to go through 2 sets of doors and foyers to get to, she had her hand in the mailbox and when I came out the door she yelled "I wasn't stealing your mail" threw our mail on the ground and ran off.

She knows the Martals, (Aunt Barbara ex, uncle Paul Martal,  the one in prison for building the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, Mike's father, those Martals) she was staying with them for a few months in 2016. Is somehow connected to Barbara (the one who wrote all those emails in 1997 pretending to be me, when I did not yet have email or internet or a computer at the time, and I had not yet heard of email and didn't even know what email was, back when Barbara wrote all those alien abduction emails about Etiole and pretending I wrote them.)

She has short straight blond hair and sometimes dyes it dark red or purple. I know she follows both me and my mom and most of the Atwaters and my 3 younger brothers (though not my 2 older brothers as the oldest is in prison and the 2nd oldest is dead) on Facebook because she keeps saying that "I read on Facebook…" when she's in my driveway.

She shows up at Walmart to yell at me sometimes, and sometimes shows up while I'm walking Mickey. She talks about Etiole and White Monkey a lot when yelling, which is strange because that's stuff Brucie and Daddy used to write in their letters to Bishop Morgan back in Cape Elizabeth in 1990s. 

I'm not the one who calls him Etiole that's always been Bruce and Barbara who did that. I know his real name and use his real name.. They don't know his real name. And my father is only one who uses the term White Monkey. The white monkey was Helen Pearlys pet back in 1970s, it had nothing to do with Etoile, I don't know why he keeps saying it does.. My father is the only one who ever makes that connection. I've never called Etiole a demon or alien, again that has always been my father, Barbara and Brucie who said the alien and demon stuff. I don't believe in aliens or demons, but they do. (Etiole if you don't know is a local elderly homeless man who has backpacked around New England since 1953, and since 1978 I let him camp on my farm in Old Orchard Beach when he's in the area. He's covered with scars from WW2 and they call him an alien and demon because of his scars. They refuse to believe he is a human, which just goes to show how absolutely stupid they are.)

In November an elderly man came over and started asking me why I was emailing him about Etiole and I'm not, I don't use email. He said he was getting over 300 emails a day about Etiole all claiming to be from me. He said there are hundreds of email addresses getting copies of this email. You remember when Barbara and Brucie used to send emails back in 1997 claiming they were from me but we didn't have computer or internet back then? I think it might be Barbara sending those emails again like she did back then. I can't think of who else could be doing it.

This sometimes blond, sometimes red hair, sometimes purple hair woman, also mentions these emails when she is in my driveway yelling at my Volvo at 409 Main street. 

FBI agent Andy Drewer has found and shut down, so far 27 Facebook accounts, all pretending to be me. He said all of them were owed by Brucie. These fake "Eelkat" accounts appear to be the source of a lot of what this blond woman says and is suspected that she may be one of the people behind writing them.

Keep in mind, Brucie is dead. He may have started those Facebook accounts, but he ain't the one writing them. He died 3years ago.

Mervin Bruce Atwater died from Covid19 on November 24, 2019.

The fact remains you ARE impeding an FBI investigation into the murder of my family, and only someone involved would have any reason to do that. ONLY someone connected to the murderer would have a motive to try to stop the FBIs investigation. That makes you an accessory to murder. You make yourself look VERY GUILTY of being involved every time you spread slanders about me, my car, or Etiole. 

Do consider that the source of your slander in all likelihood is the murderer, please tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street, the name of the person who is telling you to slander me.

And now tomorrow is Easter. 

A day when mothers take their children on Easter egg hunts.

My children are dead.

My children were murdered. 

And you people have spent the last 9 years making fun of that.

Think about THAT tomorrow when you are out on Easter egg hunts with your babies.

Think about how YOU would feel if it was YOU. How would YOU feel if it had been your baby who was murdered and this entire town was spreading bullying slanderous lies about YOU.

If you know who this blond woman is, please tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street. She is wanted for questioning about her connection to the November 14, 2013 murder of my baby and attempted murder of me, and the April 10, 2015 murder of my foster children and the September 26, 2016 hit and run attack on my car and the February 2019 vandalism to 27 High st apartment building, and the November 2021 attack on my Volvo and the March 10, 2022 attack on my Volvo and the April 10, 2022 ATM attack on my parents. 



Update April 11, 2022: Do you know who this woman is?

This woman that my mother is talking about, have any of you ever seen her? Does anyone know who she is?

It isn't that woman who keeps coming on the porch and yelling at my car is it? Do any of you know who the woman attacking my car is?

The location is 409 Main Street, the big white farmhouse Victorian on the 3way corner of Harvey Lane and Cutts street, right at the train tracks. It has 2 driveways one on Main Street and one on Harvey. There are multiple porches. It's the porch on the Main street side, that goes up the driveway alongside the abortive cedar tree hedge, where I park my painted Volvo. That porch is the one this woman shows up on. 

It's an elderly couple and mother in law who live there at that porch.  When they leave for work, this woman shows up when they are not home and stands on the porch bellowing like a fog horn screaming death threats at me, yelling crazy demon and alien slander about Etiole, making the claim of putting a bomb in the tail pipe of my car, screaming about suicide demons and evil eye curses, and yelling about someone named Todd Murphy (I don't know who that is, I get the impression he's a relative or boyfriend or ex of hers or something, but I don't any one by that name, so I don't know who he is. I don't know who she is either.) She looks to be maybe 30s to 40s aged. 

She was here again yesterday. She was bragging that she got a fight started with my mother and the Atwaters on Facebook, laughing about how easy it is to get my mother and her ex fighting and the old woman was giving her hell and telling her to get off the Atwaters Facebook and leave them alone. 

This happened less then an hour after my mother made the claim that a woman of the same short haired blond description, assaulted her and my father at an ATM machine, the blond woman claiming to my mother to be my father's girlfriend, my father claiming he never saw her before. 

All this happened on April 10, 2022, the 7 year anniversary of the murder of my foster children, and the blond woman who was here in my driveway after the ATM attack was bragging the anniversary is why she is instigating the fighting between my parents. 

I did not see the ATM attack, so, I do not know what happened other then what my mother and father are saying. 

I did however see her here in my driveway.

She's the one who keeps saying my car has a suicide demon in it and yelling about Todd, saying my car caused him to die.

I don't know who she is, but she's the same one who used to show up at 27 High st, also Biddeford and scream "nasty bitch" at me and accuses me of being an Erotica author and porn star. (Which she did during several Witcher 3 livestreams on Twitch, you can see her doing it if you go back and watch my VOD). I am neither an Erotica author or a Porn star, and she had throughout 2016 to 2019 arrived at High st with 5 others, one a blond man with a silver pick-up truck, one a black man with a yellow Mitsubishi with new York plates, one a very obese woman with blond Shirley Temple sausage curls, and the other two hooded men with a navy blue Buick sedan. If you remember the Christmas Eve 2016 livestream when the gang attacked my high st apartment and screaming "transvestite freak" that's them. This that same woman who also slanders me by calling me transvestite and transgender, which I am neither. I am a cis female, I've had 7 miscarriages, and the 1 baby that made it full term was murdered November 14, 2013 by 3 people with golf clubs, who are suspected to be, these same people. 

One day when I went downstairs to get the mail on high st, a mailbox that was in the lobby and you had to go through 2 sets of doors and foyers to get to, she had her hand in the mailbox and when I came out the door she yelled "I wasn't stealing your mail" threw our mail on the ground and ran off.

She knows the Martals, (Barbara ex, uncle Paul Martal,  the one in prison for building the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, Mike's father, those Martals) she was staying with them for a few months in 2016. Is somehow connected to Barbara (the one who wrote all those emails in 1997 pretending to be me, when I did not yet have email or internet or a computer at the time, and I had not yet heard of email and didn't even know what email was, back when Barbara wrote all those alien abduction emails about Etiole and pretending I wrote them.)

She has short straight blond hair and sometimes dyes it dark red or purple. I know she follows both me and my mom and most of the Atwaters and my 3 younger brothers (though not my 2 older brothers as the oldest is in prison and the 2nd oldest is dead) on Facebook because she keeps saying that "I read on Facebook…" when she's in my driveway.

She shows up at Walmart to yell at me sometimes, and sometimes shows up while I'm walking Mickey. She talks about Etiole and White Monkey a lot when yelling, which is strange because that's stuff Brucie and Daddy used to write in their letters to Bishop Morgan back in Cape Elizabeth in 1990s. 

I'm not the one who calls him Etiole that's always been Bruce and Barbara who did that. I know his real name and use his real name.. They don't know his real name. And my father is only one who uses the term White Monkey. The white monkey was Helen Pearlys pet back in 1970s, it had nothing to do with Etoile, I don't know why he keeps saying it does.. My father is the only one who ever makes that connection. I've never called Etiole a demon or alien, again that has always been my father, Barbara and Brucie who said the alien and demon stuff. I don't believe in aliens or demons, but they do.

(Etiole if you don't know is a local elderly homeless man who has backpacked around New England since 1953, and since 1978 I let him camp on my farm in Old Orchard Beach when he's in the area. He's covered with scars from WW2 and they call him an alien and demon because of his scars. They refuse to believe he is a human, which just goes to show how absolutely stupid they are.)

In November an elderly man came over and started asking me why I was emailing him about Etiole and I'm not, I don't use email. He said he was getting over 300 emails a day about Etiole all claiming to be from me. He said there are hundreds of email addresses getting copies of this email. You remember when Barbara and Brucie used to send emails back in 1997 claiming they were from me but we didn't have computer or internet back then? I think it might be Barbara sending those emails again like she did back then. I can't think of who else could be doing it.

This sometimes blond, sometimes red hair, sometimes purple hair woman, also mentions these emails when she is in my driveway yelling at my Volvo at 409 Main street. 

FBI agent Andy Drewer has found and shut down, so far 27 Facebook accounts, all pretending to be me. He said all of them were owed by Brucie. These fake "Eelkat" accounts appear to be the source of a lot of what this blond woman says and is suspected that she may be one of the people behind writing them.

Due to the incident yesterday it is now also believed that she is the mystery blond woman who pretends to be my father's girlfriend and harassed my mother for no reason other then to get a laugh on watching my mother fight with my father (something they do quite violently in public places, in stores, just everywhere.)

If you know who this blond woman is, please tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street. She is wanted for questioning about her connection to the November 14, 2013 murder of my baby and attempted murder of me, and the April 10, 2015 murder of my foster children and the September 26, 2016 hit and run attack on my car and the February 2019 vandalism to 27 High st apartment building, and the November 2021 attack on my Volvo and the March 10, 2022 attack on my Volvo and the April 10, 2022 ATM attack on my parents. 



Update: April 10, 2022, big violent attack, as police and FBI expected.

Today is the 7th anniversary of the murder of my family. Remember I said to watch who does what today?... My father just beat the hell out of my mother, tried to kill her. She is right now refusing to call the police. My mother claims she caught my father with a girlfriend he's had for several years now. But near as I can tell, all he did was stop to tell some random stranger how to use the ATM machine. Note, they got divorced in 1994, my mother left my father for another man, left the other man for another man after that, and left the next man for Wayne. She's been with 2 other men (possibly more) since Wayne. She has not been a part of my father's life for 30 years, but feels the need to control his life and harass him on extreme violent levels. If he does have a girlfriend, so what? She left him 30 years ago.

Wayne died during the cat court case, the 2nd one, when he sued my mother for stealing his cats and putting them in my motorhome. Wayne's father, 8 of his cats, and then Wayne himself each died a few weeks apart all from rat poison. Wayne's daughter sued my mother claiming my mother put rat poison in their food.

The fbi believes my mother did kill Wayne and his cats and believes that's why she put his cats in my motorhome. Fbi believes my mother was one who called police April 10, 2015, expecting them to arrest me, take the motorhome, and return the cats to her. She did not expect police to take cats. All the harassment and vandalism of my mom's cars is believed by fbi to be Wayne's daughter friends and relatives and family.

My family, my children were murdered in 2 attacks, one on November 14, 2013 and one on April 10, 2015, both attacks are believed by the FBI to have been attacks that were intended on my mother and the people hired mixed me and her up.

April 10, is my mother's father's birthday by the way, David Henry Atwater, it's WHY she does everything she does, all her wild crazy vandalisms to people on April 10 every year since the 1950s.


April 6, 2022 update, as the attacks on my family and property continue and now more people are in the hospital

Daddy has sepsis and they keeping him in hospital for a few days.

Sepsis is very bad.

That's what I had.

You can die a few hours after it sets in if not treated.

When I was in the hospital in 2014.

That's why I was in the hospital.

I had surgery for it in march 2015.

That was the surgery on my arm.

Sepsis was in a major artery in left arm to heart. 

Side effect from when I was in hospital November 2013 when I was in wheelchair and February 2014 when I was on crutches relearning how to walk. Doctors was focused on my hip and not my spine. They didn't find the source of infection until until the mri in June 2016. 

Sepsis is why I can't walk without cane and why my lungs are messed up and why I have tremors and can't use my hands good anymore. Sepsis infection was so back it damaged my nerves. I was scheduled for spinal column surgery September 2016, they sent me to a neurosurgeon who was supposed to be top brain surgeon in New England and he did more mri and then canceled surgery because damage to my vertebrae (from golf club attack November 2013, which is what caused all of this, including the Sepsis and is the attack that brought the fbi here they think Mark wife did it but college had no security cameras at the bug light parking lot, they investigating Mark family, Barbara family,  and Brucie family. Charges of murdering my baby and attempted murder of me) is so bad. Shattered vertebrae bone fragments are severed into my spinal column nerve bundle at the sacroiliac joint where the hip and pelvis connect to spine. Neurosurgeon said he can't operate because of how nerve damage is, said if he removed bone fragments I would be paralyzed from neck down. But that is also when the source of Sepsis infection was found to be in my spine and not my hip, and that is when it finally went away because they were able to target the correct place to fix the infection.

Mark’s wife is the #1 suspect the FBI is watching, because, according to the FBI, this mysterious Mark guy, whom I have never met, never heard of prior to this, have never talked to, and have never seen, so I have no clue who he or his wife are… according to the FBI, he is friends with my mother, but only via her FaceBook account, where she hired him to put in a septic system, then gave him MY address in Old Orchard, while making the claim that SHE owned both MY land and MY motorhome, and when he asked for a picture of her so he would know who she was, she gave him a picture of ME, not herself.

According to FBI agent Andy Drewer THIS is the reason why the backhoe was driven over my house August 8, 2013 and why the golf club attackers attacked me on November 14, 2013.

According to the FBI, my mother was trying to get my land so she could sell it to use the money for a down payment on a house in Kennebunk and she used this Mark guy as her pawn to do it, by fighting with him on social media using “fake EelKat” accounts to convince him that he was dealing with me, even though I had never heard of him before.

According to the FBI, my mother started sending his family death threats, in the same way she is currently sending Todd Murphey’s family death threats, and that this is why Mark’s wife attacked with the golf clubs, murdering my baby and crippling my spine. According to the FBI, Mark’s wife thought she was attacking my mother and was unaware that both my mother, her sister Barbara, and her brother Bruce’s wife Doris were all impersonating me, using 27 different “fake EelKat” FaceBook accounts to scam Mark’s family about a septic system.

This was confirmed by the Old Orchard Beach police in October 2016, when Mark attacked my mother in person and was arrested by OOB police, that day. He made the claim, that she, my mother, was me, but the officers in question, Robin and Will, both know me and my mother and informed Mark that this was not me that he was fighting with, it was my mother, to which he said this was the woman he had been dealing with since June 2001 who had called herself EelKat in every correspondence. The police showed Mark pictures of me and he said he had never seen me before and had no clue who I was.

This event October 2016, is when both the police and FBI started expanding their investigation, now looking for people who were friends of my mother, her sister Barbara, and her brother Bruce, and that is when they found the identity of long time stalker and bomb builder Kendra Silvermander who turned out to be a FaceBook friend of all 3 of them.

After Mark’s gang found out October 2016 that I was NOT the person they had been fighting with online, but rather it had been my mother impersonating me, the attacks on my family stopped but the attacks on my mother’s family started February 2017 when a road grader drove 75 feet up her driveway and flattened her car. Since then this event was repeated with 3 more cars.

In August 2021, My mother and her sister began impersonating me on FaceBook and with emails, yet again, and as they had done in the past, used my friend Etiole to do it. Once again, calling him a demon and an alien and a cryptid, and once again pretending to be me, they wrote a lot of emails and started mass spam sending them to every Maine email address they could find, at a rate of sending them to several thousand people a day.

I found out about this in November 2021, after Etiole was shot, gunned down by 6 people at Rotary Park in Biddeford, Maine on November 21, 2021, by people who claimed to be from Scarborough, Maine and claimed to be the mother and in laws of some guy named Todd Murphey.

I still have no clue who Todd Murphey is, but apparently he used to work with my mother and commit suicide recently and my mother and her sister took advantage of his suicide to yet again pretend to be me, and this time, calling Etiole a suicide demon, started harassing this Todd guy’s ex wife, son, and mother on FaceBook and via emails while pretending to be me. Which caused these people to show up at my 409 Main Street/Harvey/Cutts street Biddeford apartment to vandalize my car and cut all the wires off the apartment building, not once, but twice: on Thanksgiving day 2021 and again on March 10, 2022, because these friends and family of this Todd guy are 100% convinced the nut they are dealing with on FaceBook is me, when in fact, the one they are dealing with is no me, but rather my mother yet again pretending to be me.

This is also what led to the December 2021 and January 2022 FBI raids in the Cutts Street are of Biddeford, just a few weeks ago, which led to the arrests of 8 people.

Back to sepsis…

On December 24, 2021, my mother arrived here at 409 Main street and stole my father’s 14 medications that he takes for his triple by pass, his kidney dialysis, his diabetes… and then, she took him in her car, drove to his doctor, and told his doctor, he’s not allowed to have medicine, because he has to do what she says.

He has not taken his medicine since December 24, 2021, it is today April 6, 2022, and he is struggling to stay alive.

All of this is because she is hell bent on a house in Kennebunk and doesn’t give a shit that she has caused my baby to be murdered November 14, 2013, my foster children to be murdered April 10, 2015, me to be going through a decade long medical nightmare after being crippled November 14, 2013, 5 of my cars to be destroyed including The real Cristine The World’s Most Haunted Car that Stephen King based his Cristine off of, my house -the one that was in the Thinner movie- to be driven over by a back hoe, and now my father dying in the hospital.

Death and destruction at every turn, and she doesn’t give a shit because, as she puts it: “What are we going to do about Wendy? She can’t keep that land, I need a house in Kennebunk!”

Her obsession with getting a house is utter ludicrous insanity, that needs to be stopped before anyone else dies at the hands of her fucking retarded FaceBook friends who blinding attack, vandalize, and beat up anyone and everyone on her command.

I am so fed up with her blind devotion to a fairy tale house she thinks she has to have, at the expense of the lives of everyone around her.



March 30, 2022, update on yet another attack on my family and land

Police take notice. 


Scam artists have been bringing real estate agents onto my property in attempt to illegally sell my land. They have no right or permission to be here. My land is NOT for sale. If you see them doing it, please arrest them.

These are the Scottish Travellers. They arrive here every summer, harassing my family for four decades now. They are the same ones who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013. The same ones who crippled me and murdered my baby November 14, 2013 with golf clubs, leaveing me paralized with a broken spine ever since. I am cripled with a shattered spinal column since the golf club attack and am bedridden weeks to a time unable to sit up or get out of bed. I have rebuilt my house 5 times in the past 9 years, and their attempts to steal my land and sell it have been barbaric and violent, and icluded a bomb that blew up my house October 18, 2006, and most of my family is now dead, murdered at their hands. These are the same people who cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half May 10, 2010. They arrived back here September 19, 2020 and illegally cut down most of the trees across my lawn, and arrived again November 19, 2021 and for the last 20 years they arrive every summer with a green dump truck and dump garbage on my lawn. In 2014 they left a pile of garbage 175 feet long, 30 feet wide and 12 feet tall and it cost me $12,000 to have it removed. I am crippled and elderly and there is no one to help me against their harassment.

There should NEVER be anyone other than me EelKat Wendy C Allen (with the painted Volvo) or my partner Benjamin Wildes (with the blue Honda) in my yard at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, where the ink motorhome is parked. If you see ANYONE ELSE or any other car in my yard, please call the police immediately. There is no one else who has permission to be on my land.

My land is NOT for sale, if you see real estate agents, please inform them they are being scammed and the people trying to sell my land are NOT the legal land owners.

The FBI are on the look out for them as are the local police. If you see them in my yard, please notify both the Old Orchard Beach Police Department at 207-934-4911 and FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 at the Portland FBI office on Middle street.





March 10, 2022 update on the most recent vandalism of my car

This is a copy of the letter that has been forwarded to the police departments involved. For this online edition some parts have been removed (so if you get to a place that seems like the topic changed abruptly, that is why) and the names are removed from the online version, but the version the police have, includes all the full names and contact info of all the people in question. And for those who have asked: yes, the police and FBI have talked to Etiole, they are fully aware of him, his health, his homelessness, etc.

Dear Sirs,

I feel I need to tell you what has been happening as it has gotten very much out of control the past few weeks. It's been slowly escalating for a few years and, if you look at my police record for both Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, you will see dozens of reports for vandalism of my 1992 Volvo 240 (the painted one) at now 3 apartments in Biddeford, and vandalism of my land in Old Orchard Beach. In the past 6 months, a hyper escalation started with has become very out of control the past couple of weeks.

Last night, my car was vandalized again.  

As these events are taking place in both Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, I'm giving this same letter to both departments, so events from both towns are listed.

I am Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine and 409 Main Street apartment 101 Biddeford, Maine.

There appears to be someone fairly local impersonating me online, and is raising hell with a lot of local people, inciting them to do very violent physical attacks on me, my Biddeford apartment, my Old Orchard land, and my car.

It's reached the point where I can not go to the store without having my car towed home, because it gets vandalized so bad while I'm n the store shopping. EVERY TIME I go to the store. I've been at a loss to understand why this is happening. I don't know who these people are or why they are attacking. On Thanksgiving day they cut all the wires off the Biddeford apartment building so we had no internet or heat or anything for a while. There is a "redhaired" woman who shows up on the front porch to cream at my car, every time the family who lives in that apartment goes to work. She stopped a few weeks ago, because the man who lives there fell on the ice, broke his shoulder and has not gone to work since. It appears she knows that family who lives there and does not want them knowing she does this while they are not home.

A few weeks ago an old man walked up to me, asked if I was EelKat and then asked me why I kept emailing him, and I said I don't email anyone cause I don't use email. He said some days he gets over 300 emails a day from someone claiming to be EelKat.

 

We are Gypsies, and though I've lived in America my whole life, I know very little of American habits and laws or what specifically to do in this situation. We are the Gypsies who were in Stephen King's Thinner movie and my 146 Portland Ave land was one of the filming locations of the movie and, the cars in the opening scenes were our cars, one of which I still have. I mention this, because, there are two Gypsy clans, The Atwaters (Scottish Travellers) and the Cyrs (Irish Travellers) fighting over my land and the fight centres largely around the fact that it was the filming location of Stephen King's the Thinner movie.

I own the land. From the 1940s it was owned by my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. She left it to me in her will in 1983. Unknown to me, at some point after 1983, the Atwaters had the land illegally transferred into their names -they steal land this way as a full time career and many of them have illegally deed swapped land in all 50 states in America.

In 2014, I found out they are done an illegal deed swap, when an auction group showed up on my land to sell it. Upon discovery I had been living on the land since 1975 and paying taxes on it since 1983, but my name was not on the deed, the auctioneer (and member of the OOB town hall) cancelled the auction and ordered a town hall meeting to review the situation. Upon investigation it was discovered that when the land went from my grandmother to me, my father signed as "joint witness" and then a year later, went back to the town hall to have my name removed from the deed and his put on it, even though he had no legal write to do so. After that, the record shows that every 3 to 5 years, he and my mother swapped names on the deed, sometimes his name, sometimes her name. The land changed ownership names more then 30 times between 1983 and 2013. 

Because I have severe agoraphobia, I had not set foot off of my land since the 1970s. When it came time to pay the taxes, I gave my father the money and he delivered it to the town hall, or so I thought. In 2014, I learned that in spite of my paying my taxes like clockwork, since 2006, the town hall had no record of receiving any money. It is unclear where the money went. On one hand it looks like my father spent the money and never paid the taxes. On the other hand it looks like he sometimes did pay the taxes but instead of going to the tax office he gave the money to Kathy BR in the permits office and she gave the money to a guy called JB who went to prison for embezzling $3million in OOB tax money from the town hall. JB did not work for the town hall, he was a software designers who built the online banking security for the town hall to direct deposit money to the bank, and according to the FBI the money was going to his bank account not the town hall bank account, but he was only found with $30k not $3million. I don't know the full details, I only know this part, because when we tried to find out why my land was being auctioned this is the info we were given.

In any case, at some point my dad stole my land via just walking into the town hall and asking the desk clerk to remove my name from the deed and put his name on it instead. The whole thing was done illegally and without my knowledge or permission.

There were 3 lands originally. 144, 146, and 146a. My father stole all 3 of them. 144 was auctioned off to the Collard family in 2007, even though I was still living there until 2015 without any knowledge of the auction happening. No one informed me. I've since spoken with the Collards and they were unaware of the situation. They actually bought the land legally even though it was stolen land they had bought, they were unaware the land had been stolen. Everything has been straightened out between me and the Collards, they are not part of the current problem.

My mother owns 146a, but she owns it illegally. She claims it's rightfully hers because my father gave it to her, but, he stole it from me via illegally rewriting the deed, so he had no right to give it to her.

In 2014 and 2015, all the court and legal work was done to restore 146 back to me.

The current situation is my parents are in an active attempt to remove my name off the deed again, like they had done back in 1983.

On a daily basis my mother shows up and first words out of her mouth every day is: "What are we going to do about Wendy? She can't keep that land. I need a house in Kennebunk." to my father.  She started doing this in August, originally bragging that she was going to take my land out of retaliation for my refusal to cast death curses on Chris at work. I don't know who "Chris at work" is. It was one of the names on her list of people she wants me to kill via death spell curses. I was live streaming on Twitch the day she came in yelling about "Chris at work" and my need to kill him for her, so a lot of people online heard her saying these things. I'm a YouTube gamer, I have a livestream going almost daily for 12+ hours a day, so when she comes in, #1 it's breaking and entering because I didn't let her in, and #2 she is interrupting my live streams quite regular so I have hundreds of video footage clips of her saying these things and making these threats. The day she and my father cut the cable/internet wires off my apartment building - I have that on livestream footage as well. My father cut the wires off the house while my mother was ordering him to do it. In November 2021 and again 2 days ago March 9, 2022.

They both make the claim I don't need internet, because I am as they put it "being a bad daughter" because I "won't sell your land and give me the money for a down payment, I need a down payment, you are supposed to give me the down payment money for a house, I'm your mother!"'

As for what happened to my car March 9, 2022 - my father, my father vandalized my car and tried to make it look like my brother  did it. My father stuffed the tailpipe full of McDonald's ketchup packets that he stole from the Biddeford McDonald's where my brother works, which is what caused the fuel line to blow up. I could have died. My car is now being repaired again, for the exact same thing I had to have it repaired for in November 2021. My father tried to kill me and make it look like my brother who works at McDonald's did it so my brother would be blamed. Twice. Once in November 2021 and again 2 days ago.

My father did the same thing in November, because of some guy named Todd who I supposedly convinced to kill himself via may painting a "suicide demon" on my car. There is a picture of Etiole on my car, that is what they are calling "a suicide demon"

I don't know who Todd is, but I assume the Biddeford police know as they did spend a week scrapping the thousands of exploded parts of him off all the houses around Cutts st and South st, after he jumped in front of a train November 19, 2021 at 6:27PM. I was walking my dog and saw him, he was gibbering a lot of wild nonsense stuff like: "fibbery-gibbit-beebydi-booop-bop-boop-bop-booop-beeeeeeeep!" I amused he was either very drunk or very high on drugs or both and was attempting to make train sounds while he ran up and down the train tracks. I thought nothing of it, as he did this on a daily basis all summer long, he was a homeless man who lived in the ravine by the train tressal bridge over the river, the one the police kept chasing out of the black grain building turned storage units. There were 4 people on bicycles, driving circles around him bullying him, teasing him, taunting him daily around 3AM every morning. I saw them while I was walking my dog. It appeared to be his girlfriend and her friends based on the stuff she was yelling at him. Stuff like "You run off with that whore will you! WW I showed you! I killed your dog! Hahahahahaha! I killed your cat! Hahahahaha! And you ain't never gonna see your baby again! Hahahahaha!" I know every one says he commit suicide, but I think he was just running to get away from the harassers on the bikes and was too drunk to see the train. That's certainly what it looked like to me.

THAT was not a suicide, not what I saw happen. That was a man being bullied and chased down by four harassers riding bicycles up the tracks, driving him head on into a train on purpose to try to kill him so they could laugh about it. I wouldn't call THAT a suicide.

Anyways, I didn't know his name or that my mother was best friends with him. Though I had told her about the homeless man being bullied and her response was "Why should I care? It's just a homeless man!" She changed her tune quite a lot after he got hit by the train, and found out his name. The police contacted her or something, when they were trying to find his family. I guess she knew his family on FaceBook or something.

Since his death, me, my car, and my apartment have been attacked on a near daily basis from people who are making the claim that I am online spreading rumours and lies about Todd. I kept asking them who Todd was (because at that point I did not yet know they were talking about the homeless man hit by the train - though I saw him daily for about 4 months, ever since the police kicked him out of the storage until he'd been living in and he lived under the train bridge and in Rotary Park instead - he only ever spoke to me a few times - once to pet my dog and say "they took my dog" and saying "hi" as we passed on the sidewalk. So I never knew his name. He lived in a yellow pup-tent beside the tracks for a while, but one day it was laying out there cut to ribbons by a knife or scissors.)

Even though I only knew him from saying "hi" each night as we passed each other on the sidewalk and I never knew his name until after his death, more then a dozen people have arrived in my driveway (both the Biddeford and Old Orchard addresses) to accuse me and my friend Etiole and the words painted on my Volvo of being the cause of this Todd guy's train death.

They are focusing heavily on the words on my car, which say: "Have information about the murder of my family? Call FBI @ 207-774-9322"

There is a sign in my Old Orchard driveway which says: "Have information about the murder of my children? Call FBI @ 207-774-9322"

On November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College, while I was 8 months pregnant, I was attacked by 3 people with golf clubs. A man and 2 women.

There is no reason for anyone who is NOT involved in the murder of my baby, to be upset about either the sign in my yard or the sign on my car, both of which are nothing more then the FBI phone number with the request for anyone who has information to call.

I don't understand why me asking for people to help find my baby's killer, is seen by my parents as such a huge threat. The only person who who feel threatened by that would be the person who hired the golf club people - Claire, Kendra, and the bald man - who have still not yet been found/caught/identified to this day 9 years later.

Both my mother and my father keep saying and I quote "take that shit off your car, you are only trying to start trouble!" and "get that sign out of your yard, you are only trying to stir stuff up". I'm trying to find the people who murdered my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life. I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm not trying to cause trouble. How is me asking people to help identify the murderer, me trying to start trouble?

I was paralyzed for 5 months. I had to relearn to walk. I crippled the rest of my life, and my baby is dead. No one should have to live through this type of agony. And no one who commits crimes like this should be allowed to walk free. Would you stand back and do nothing, say nothing, while a criminal like that walked free? How is my asking people to come forward with any information they know, me trying to start trouble? You tell me that!

I'm not allowed to ask for help in finding the psychopath who murdered my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life? What kind of logic is that?

Someone out there knows the names of these people. The older blond woman they called Claire, the younger blond woman with the Shirley Temple sausage curls, the red haired woman they call Kendra, the white haired man with the green pick up truck, the bald man with the 4door white pickup truck, the new redhaired women who screams on the front porch. These people, this group, they are the ones who were wielding golf clubs and murdered my baby. They are being allowed to get away wit murder and I'll spend the rest of my life demanding justice if I have to. You tell me, how is my asking if you know who they are, don't let them kill again, tell the FBI everything you know, by painting that request on my car and a sign in my yard, me looking to start trouble? My mother's priorities are fucked up. All she cares about is money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money! 

I'm the bed ridden, crippled by multiple attacks. The November 14, 2013 golf club attack, I was almost healed from, but the June 2016 shopping cart attack at my workplace at Scarborough WalMart re opened the 2013 injury and doctors can't operate this time because of the bone shards severing my spinal column. I'm crippled for the rest of my life and no one in this family ever cared. 

Both attacks the FBI wanted to talk to my parents and they refused to talk to him both times. My baby was murdered in the first attack. I was 8 months pregnant and all any of them would do was gibberish about "rosemary baby" and say there was no baby because it was a demon because it was Etiole's. My parents and the Atwaters hate Etiole that much, that they shun the existence of my baby and act like it was never there. That's how much they hate me. That's how cruel and hate filled they are towards me. They spent the last 50 years calling me demon possessed and them saying that is WHY local people attack me and killed my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life. 

I am in bed 15 or more hours a day, I can barely sit up, I can barely stand up long enough to cook, I have to wear adult diapers since 2013 because half my organs don't work any more because the nerves from those organs to my spine are cut off. My hands shake so bad that it takes me hours to eat a single meal. I can't go back to college, I can't go back to work. But do they care? No. Not my mother. Not my father. Neither of them give a shit. They are both too damned selfish thinking about their own greed to ever once lift a finger to help me. Daddy treats me like a fucking slave and my mother is so far out of my life shunning me because bishop kenning in Saco ward told her too that she hasn't got a clue how bad things are.

I'm not doing a damned thing to any of them. I mind my own business. I write my novels. I don't contact them. I don't talk to them. I don't talk about them.  Someone is clearly pretending to be me online and is slandering me and getting sick of it. My mother flips out about everything thing under the sun and I never have a clue what she's talking about, because I never did or said any of the things she accuses me of. And my father and the Atwaters do the same thing. Some one is out there pretending to be me to get them worked into a frenzy just to sit back and laugh while watching my mother, my father, and the Atwaters be too damned stupid to think. My mother and my father and the Atwaters are all filled with so much pure hatred for me that it takes nothing to convince them to attack me. And whoever it is posting online pretending to be me, knows that and is taking advantage of it. 

They are obsessed with my land, because my mother's father used to tell people there was $7million in gold buried on my land. Several times over the years the Atwaters have invaded bringing with them shovels, pickaxes, and construction equipment, to illegally dig up my land. They've ripped up flowers, dug up bushes, cut down trees... usually they do it while I'm gone to the store, so I come back to find my property ripped to shreds. They've been doing this on an almost yearly basis since Grammy Helen died in 1983. According to what David Henry Atwater claimed, pirates buried treasure on my land in the 1500s. There is ZERO evidence that pirates ever buried anything on my land. Later he changed the story and said that the gold plates of the Book of Mormon Part 2 were buried on my land, this time he claimed an angel from god told him. So the Atwaters have multiple excuses for why they arrive to dig everything up, but it's always that they are gold crazy and have gold fever and are convinced if they dig long enough they'll find gold on my land.

The other obsession they have with my land is a homeless man they call "Etiole". They sometimes claim he is a demon, they other times claim he is an alien, for a few years they called him a cryptid, they often say he's the Mememegwasi spirit of the Saco River Curse, a few of them say he's a watcher/fallen angel, some say he's a ghost of an Indian chief, some say he's the ghost of a French solider, some have called him a Faerie/Leprechaun/FarDarrig ... and a whole slew of other claims. Regardless of what they call him, they all adimintly refuse to believe that he is just an ordinary human, an elderly homeless man who keeps to himself and desperately wants them to leave him alone. That's all he is. He's just a homeless man who lives in the woods and wants them to leave him alone.

The Atwaters are obsessed with Etiole on severe levels and have gone to alarming levels of monstrous harassment of him through the past 50 years. Part of their obsession with him, is caused by their previously mentioned gold fever. You see, Etiole travels all over Maine, I never know where he is at any given time, but when he's in the local area, I let him camp out on my land. I've let him stay with me like this for over 40 years. In the 1980s, one of the times they arrived to dig up my land, Etiole was sleeping in my 1964 Dodge 330, and according to them, he jumped out of the car and "threw blue lighten bolts" at them causing a tornado to destroy their construction equipment. They claimed he turned into a black serpent with red eyes and 6 blue wings that was hundreds of feet long, surrounded them and killed several of them by summoning lightning bolts. . . . uhm . . . yeah. I wasn't home so I didn't see this event, of Etiole supposedly attacking them. But it's pretty clear they had some sort of massive LSD hallucination, given many of them heavily used LSD back in the 1970s and 1980s when this event happened. According to Etiole, he just jumped out of the car and ran into the swamp to hide, he didn't see any of the stuff they described.

After that they got it into their heads that I had summoned a demon (and that Etiole was said demon) to protect my secret cache of pirate gold, and their battle cry of "kill the demon" is what caused them to blow up my house with a bomb October 18, 2006, drive over my house with a backhoe August 8, 2013, beat me up with golf clubs and murder my baby November 14, 2013, cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half May 10, 2010. All those things you have all those police reports about.

They are convinced Etiole is in my yard to keep them from my gold. The only problem is, there is no gold on my land. Etiole is not a demon, and their extreme levels of harassment are utterly insane! 

But then, when they get caught on my camera, because I'm a daily vlogger, so the camera is running all the time, them they accuse me of harassing them, because their faces showed up on my livestream. Uhm... I'm on y own land, in my own bedroom, usually a few hours into my daily livestream when they get caught in the background trespassing. That's NOT me harassing them. That's them trespassing and vandalizing, and breaking and entering while not realizing I was home and them getting caught in the act of vandalizing and trespassing.

Then they run to FaceBook and make all kinds of wild claims about me stalking them. I'm crippled. I can't even get out of bed. Every time I have them on camera, it's because they were trespassing and breaking and entering. I'm in my bedroom livestream a game on my computer and they'll be smashing out windows and get mad that it happened to be the window in line with my livestream webcam on my computer. That's NOT be stalking them. That's me laying in bed playing Witcher 3 and them breaking in.

I'm too damned sick and crippled to even attempt to do half the crazy shit my mother and my father are accusing me of. And what's worse, my father is right here in the same apartment with me. He sees me every day, he knows how bad off my health is. 

Look how much I'm bleeding all over the house every day. Massive nose bleeds that last for hours to a time, not bleeding from my nose. Just coming out of my nose. I'm so dizzy I can't sit up for weeks to a time. I faint and blackout when I try to get up to go to the bathroom. The pain in my hip and pelvis and knee and spine is so bad I can't even move my fingers to type my novels. 

And look at what they do. Do they really think I'm physically capable of doing the things they accuse me of? They are so damned self centred and paranoid. It's all I can do just to sit up and eat something, how the hell do they think I can do the stuff they accuse me of? My day is spent focusing on trying to get my leg to move so I can make a meal, I don't even have time to think about them. 

It looks more and like my mother and my father are doing this stuff on purpose to try to kill me. My father knows how bad off my heart and lungs are and how difficult it is for me to breath after just a couple of steps. His mother left that land to me in her will in 1983. He stole it, had it put into his name illegally. He's been pissed ever since her death, because she gave everything to me not him. That's been a big problem for him for the last 40 years. He raves about it alongside his ravings about going to Utah taking him off the fire department. He hates my mother because of Utah, blames her every day for losing his fire department pension. He raves about it all night long every single night. He blames me for his mother disinheriting him. He raves about that all the time too. I was only grandchild That's why she left everything to me. Including the land that he stole and put in his name. That land is rightfully mine, his mother gave it to me, and he can't stand it. He's needling my mother about the land just to spite his mother.

He's only trying to get the land away from me because he is mad that the town didn't take it. His mother wanted it to stay in the family. It had been in her family since 1530. Her family was the original settlement family of Old Orchard and my land is that spot that the first house in Old Orchard was built.  My father stopped paying taxes to spite his mother and lose the land. He said so many times. He was angry when I bought the land back from the town. He still is. He wants it out of the family because his mother wanted it in the family. That's why he's trying to turn my mother against me over the land. Because he gates his own mother that much.

Keep in mind the 4 door white truck showed up at my workplace daily. Even though I never knew ahead of time what store I would be working at. I was a retail merchandiser and stocked shelves at dozens of stores all over the state. Walmart's every where, CVS, khols, sometimes local, sometimes as far as Freeport and once in Vermont and once in Massachusetts.  I got the notice of which store to be at 15 minutes before I left. So the only person who ever knew where I was going was my father. 

And yet the 4 door white truck would also arrive ahead of me and be waiting. They didn't follow me, they got their first.

And the police caught the truck and the driver in 2017. Kathy BR owned the truck. Her son was the driver.

The smith's are my parents friends. My mother's visiting and home teachers for years.

Kathy was the district emergency dispatch for all the towns in the area, not just old Orchard. That's why none of the 911 calls went through during the attacks by the 4 door white truck. He only attacked while she was on duty. She never forwarded any of the calls so officers never were told to come help me.

That includes the November 14, 2013 golf club attack in South Portland. But the college security officer made a report even though the police never arrived. That big black officer who was head of security was on duty and him and 2 student officers from the police academy made the report.

And FBI found the data from the calls, that never got forwarded to police, that's why Kathy BR lost her job. Because she's the one who tampered with the 911 call files.

Tim and Kathy BR both, not together, individually, arriving separately, both arrived at my tent multiple times throughout the entire year of 2013, saying they were coming to speak to me on behalf of someone who wanted to remain anonymous. So I never knew who sent them. Each time they arrived all they would say was that I had to tear down "the little yellow house" as they called the shop. 

August 8, 2013 the backhoe drove over the shop while I was at work on the food truck down by the pier.

I never saw Tim or Kathy again after that. Not once. And these were people who stopped by to visit my parents daily for over 40 years. Since August 8, 2013 and the backhoe attack on my house, Kathy and Tim have gone to alarming extreme levels to avoid running into me. They just down the street, on one of the private drives, so it's difficult to avoid running into me, and we used to see them a few times a week at local grocery stores. They both, if they see me in a store, literally throw whatever they are carrying across the store and run out of the store like they have a pack of rabid wolves on their heels. It's pretty fascinating thing to see.

My cousin and next door neighbour Tim Murphy was murdered that same week, a few days before the backhoe. His body was left at the cascade Ross road crossroad. 14 days later his head was left at the Portland Ave Ross road crossroad road. His mother put up the big white cross a month later. 

Note that there were THREE 4-door white trucks, a smaller one, a larger one, and a mega-sized giant one -like a Dodge Power Wagon type only it was not a Dodge Power Wagon it was one of the look alike brands, possibly a Nissan. The owner and driver of the big-big-super sized one is still unidentified. The other 2 were both caught in 2017, Kathy BR's truck being the larger of the 2. The 3 trucks often showed up together and drive circles around me, on Rout 1/Portland Rd, while I was driving. They would slam my car from back and sides and push me off the road. Several times they did damage to the frame of my car with had to be repaired multiple times. They've done several tens of thousands in damages to my Volvo over the years. You already have a lot of the smashed up car photos on file, at both Biddeford and Old Orchard police departments, you each have more then a dozen reports for attacks on my car -though the FBI has said someone attempted to destroy several of the records with my name, at the Old Orchard police department. FBI said they arrested the officers who did that. I don't know which files were damaged or how. 

For several years/decades now, I have had multiple people trying to buy my land. The same people over and over again. Only buying my land is not what they are asking for. Rather, they claim my land is cursed and I have to sell it to break the curse. Crazy, I know, but that's what they say. The crazier part is they say that after I sell my land I have to hand the money over to them so they can use it as a down payment on a house they want to buy in Kennebunk. The people in question are my parents and they've been doing this for well over 20 years now. I've always said "no, I'm not selling my land" and left it at that.

My mother (she changes her last name often, I'm not sure which she currently uses) and my father my father both have become extreme hostile and violent the past 2 weeks, and I'm not sure what set them off, but they are hyper infuriated on my refusal to sell my land and give them the money for a down payment of a house in Kennebunk. 

I did not suspect them, all these years, because always been other people showing up and say they were contacting me on behalf of someone who wanted to remain anonymous, but now they are directly doing it themselves.

Starting in June 2001, lots of harassment started and at first, I did not suspect them, or think there was a connection. But now they are outright bragging to my face, that they are the ones behind the vandalism. Like I said, check the police records for 144, 146, 148 Portland Ave from June 2001 til current date. There have been dozens of attacks, including drive by shootings, the bombing of my house, the backhoe driving over my next house, me being beat up with golf clubs which is why I am crippled now for the rest of my life and how my baby died.

The FBI is involved. If you need more information beyond what I've written here,  FBI Agent Andy Drewer can be reached at 207-774-9322 he is at the Portland Office on Middle Street, he is in charge of the investigation, of several events, namely the 2013 Boston Marathon bombing, which my uncle Paul Martel went to prison for building the bomb and selling it to ISIS. The 2006 bombing of the house at 144 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine. My baby was murdered November 14, 2013, a backhoe drove over my house at 146 Portland August 8, 2013 that's why I'm at the Biddeford apartment right now, because we can't get Kathy BR at the town hall to get a building permit, even though she's not the one in charge of that, she takes over our application and won't let it be approved, because she claims I shouldn't be allowed to live in Old Orchard, due to my having left the Mormon church to become a Voodoo Priestess, she says that makes me a witch and I'm not allowed to apply for a house building permit on those grounds, so, it's been 9 years and I'm still without a house on my land in Old Orchard and still stuck in a Biddeford apartment.

It is a long list of a lot of things happening. I'll try to organize it all in order:

At it's start, the whole thing goes back to a homeless man who wishes to remain anonymous, so I'm not using his real name here, nor have I ever used his real name anywhere online or offline or with any conversation with any one.

He, didn't do anything wrong. Quite the contrary, all he's ever done is live in the Ross Forest and surrounding swamps and marshes along the Saco River in Pine Point, OOB, Saco, Biddeford, and probably other areas, he moves around a lot rotating where he sets up camp, something he's done since 1953. I know quite a few people have seen him and talked to him, I don't know if any police officers have ever encountered him or not. Because he is elderly and in frail health, I often let him stay on my land. He's the ONLY person who has permission to be there. Herein lays the problem: he's deformed from acid burn scars covering most of his body. Churches around the area have spent decades accusing him of being a cryptid, alien, demon, watcher, fallen angel, you name it, someone has called him some weird conspiracy. According to him, himself, he was a Jewish WW2 concentration camp survivor, who arrived in OOB with a bunch of other refugees in 1953. Because he's so deformed by his scars, he was bullied by the locals who refused to believe him a human, and that's why he fled into the forest and never set foot in society again. The problem is, the people harassing me have made up this wild conspiracy that he's a demon and I'm protecting him, and they claim they need to get me off my land in order to get to him.

This all started in 1978.

My parents (my father and my mother), uncles (12), aunts (12+), and cousins (64 at the 1970s/1980s time - more then 400 today), teased and bullied me throughout my childhood about him, but they teased and bullied everyone about everything, so I didn't think that much of their bullying back in the 1970s and 1980s when it first started happening. It was just them being the toxic bullies that they are to everyone.

It wasn't until the 1990s and 2000s that it started to become a problem. And 207 is when I first realized how big of a problem it really was.

In 1996 and 1997 Aunt aunt B sent out lots of emails to the family claiming the emails had been written by me. I did not have email, internet, or even a computer yet. She got Dickie (Richard Merlin Atwater) and David (Atwater) and Joey (Atwater -the one who lives in Australia and is wanted by the FBI for kidnapping and selling babies back in the 1980s- FBI can't arrest him until he leaves Australia -I'm not sure why- so he became a citizen. I don't know the details of what he's wanted for.) in raving warpath over it. All three of them showed up in OOB -even Joey from Australia-though I didn't know he was wanted by the FBI back than. But they arrived here in OOB to yell at me in person, because aunt B made the claim that the emails were from me, so they were all mad at me for having written them, but I never did know the contents of the emails because I didn't write them.

I did not see the emails. I didn't have access to a computer back then ad I didn't have internet until 2007 a full 11 years later. Dickie had several of them printed out and waving them around, but I never got a chance to read what they said. One of the emails was 64 pages long, and according to Dickie was all about aliens. I know nothing about aliens, so most of what he said was just gibberish nonsense to me. This was in 1996, shortly before Heaven's Gate killed 39 people in California and at the time, all 3 of those uncles, plus a few other uncles were members of Heaven's Gate, and one uncle -Mervin Bruce Atwater-made the claim to be "the leader of the Maine division of Heaven's Gate"- I don't know if he actually was a Heaven's Gate leader or not, but he maintained that he was right up until 2019, and in April 2019 he was making the claim to be following Comet Wormwood because HaleBop was the wrong one. Like I said, they were coming up with some pretty wild alien and UFO claims and I'm not sure how much of what they claimed was true.

Well, this was the first time I heard the word "Etiole" which was the nickname they had given to the homeless man who sometimes camped out on my yard. Etiole is not his name, it's always been just the word the Atwaters call him (they say it means man from the stars or alien and that it's a French word. I don't know French, aunt B is the one who knows French, so I never would have given him a French name.) Somewhere in the emails, aunt B had called the homeless man "Etiole" and "amphibious alien" and made the claim that he was an "alien grey" who had abducted me to some mother-ship.  

I have never been abducted by aliens and never made such a claim. I never heard such foolishness. But, that this point, I wasn't fully aware of what they were talking about, so I didn't yet realize they were saying that I was making the claim to have been abducted by aliens.

That's the summer they all showed up talking about Etiole and amphibious aliens and alien abduction. aunt B was the one who started all of that stuff about Etiole, who I never called Etiole. But that was how it got started...all this stuff that is happening now with the vandalism and threats going on this week March 2022.

Bruce and Dickie went to a bunch on MUFON forums from 1996 to 2007 spreading lies about me and Etiole calling him a demon and alien and claiming I was an alien abducted. I found out about what they were doing in 2007 after they'd already been doing it for 11 years. 

I don't think aunt B has ever stopped sending out emails about Etiole while pretended to be me, I think she is still doing it. I think this, because in December 2021, I was at the Biddeford library when an elderly man came over to me, asked if I was EelKat and asked me why I was sending him hundreds of emails about Etiole, and who was Etiole? I told the man I don't use email, I've never emailed anyone, I don't know what he's talking about. He says he gets over 300 emails a day about Etiole from someone claiming to be EelKat. But here's the thing: EelKat is not something I call myself. I'll explain that in a bit.

First, let's go back to 1994. Before aunt B started sending the emails out, while claiming they were written by me. My father (my father) was the one who told the Atwaters about Etiole. My father and Dickie both called him "the white monkey". 

In 1994 and 1996 Bishop Paul Morgan asked me to his office and showed me a bunch of letters, all of them signed "The White Monkey, OST". He said the letters were written to sound like I had written them but he said he'd seen my handwriting before and knew I hadn't written these. The Bishop wanted to know if I recognized the handwriting. Some had been written by my father. Others had been written by Dickie. One was written by my mom's father David Henry Atwater who died several years ago now. This was the Mormon bishop in Cape Elizabeth. This bishop had more then one hundred letters laying on his desk, and he had several boxes more around his desk. He said he received no fewer then 5 letter every day for several months, and was quite concerned for my safety as he felt the letter writers may be "mentally unhinged" and "highly dangerous" based on what he called "several homicidal rants" contained in the letters. He said he was giving the letters to Paul Peterson, at Pine Land Centre Mental Health Institute in New Gloucester, because he felt my father and my uncle Dickie should be committed due to the contents of the letters.

The letters looked physically bizarre. Each one started like a normal letter, straight across sentences, line by line, but upon reaching the end of the page, the words spiralled around the outer edge and into a circle around the page, then upside down bottom to top between the first rows.

Each letter contained codes and cryptographers, and large portions of the letters were unreadable unless you cracked the "secret code" that was included with them.

Both my father and my uncle Dickie frequently wrote in that weird spiral and zigzag of lines fashion. My father's letters were the ones that included the cryptography and hidden codes. Dickies letters were just weird spiralling but no codes to solve.

I did not read any of the letters, but the Bishop was deeply upset by them, and stated that he used to be Catholic before becoming Mormon and said that if he was still Catholic he'd recommend my father had an excorsim down, because as the Bishop put it "the white monkey letters are the closet thing I've ever seen to demon possession".

Later that same year Paul Peterson from Pine Land Centre arrived at church and asked to talk to me. He had with him, some of the White Monkey letters and like the Bishop asked me to id the handwriting.

Stake President Earnshaw (of the same church) later called me in to his office for similar letters he had also received and again the white monkey letters were written by mostly daddy and some Dickie all pretending to be me, trying to make it look like I was pretending to be Etiole. 

In total 16 Bishops and 2 stake presidents had contacted me over the years about white monkey letters, all citing they were receiving them daily. Some said members were receiving them. When I stopped attending the Mormon church, my mother's minister's at the 15 churches she was attending at the time, all started getting the letters. (At the time my mom had a belief that she had to be in church as close to 24 hours a day as possible, so she was attending week day church services at every church that had them, even though she was not a member of most of those churches. She became an atheist last I had heard and attends no churches at all anymore as far as I know.) 

My father was in and out of the hospital a lot during this time period (1991 to 1996-ish), due to the violent fights between him and my mother which included him twice being hospitalized due to blood gushing head injuries from a brick, which also included OOB police arresting my mother for beating him said brick. The psychiatrist from Pine Land Centre felt that my dad suffered serious brain damage from one of the brick beating attacks, and wanted him to press charges against my mother, but he refused. The psychiatrist said he felt that my dad's White Monkey letters was a side effect of the multiple head injuries he was hospitalized for. 

The white monkey letters stopped in 2007 when the psychiatrist at Biddeford hospital diagnosed my father as having schizophrenia and put him on psychiatric medicine. The Biddeford police have this arrest on record. We were living at Water st at the time and my father had tried to kill me and my brother Joshua and also himself. The police arrested him. He was in the psych ward for around a week, and released because of the drastic change in his personality that was caused by the medication. He was only released on the condition that he maintained the meds.

Since 2007 no one has mentioned Etiole or the white monkey, until November 19, 2021, when things (the vandalism and harassment and threats) started escalating, the week Todd Murphy died when people started showing up in Biddeford driveway yelling about Etiole and calling him a suicide demon, claiming my Volvo was demon possessed, and accusing me of driving my car around town to drive people to suicide. I don't know who these people were. The one doing most of the yelling has very unique and very identifiable hair: it's a "high fashion" stick straight bob, like what you see in Italy Runways, super stiff as a board, stick straight, like she uses a few jars of jell to get it so straight. And a weird dark-purple tinted red. Very anime cartoon looking hair. You can't mistake it. She always wears big dark glasses, and usually has a little skinny blond man with her, who appears to be her husband or boyfriend. She frequently is beating him over the head with a baby car seat, while yelling at me and my car, while standing on the front porch of our building. They don't live here, I don't know who they re or where they come from. She did it almost every day of December, and most of the last week of November 2021.

This is the first time anyone has mentioned Etiole in years.

They call him Etiole sometimes, White Monkey other times. 

I should tell you where the term "white monkey" come from.

There was a white monkey, in OOB in the 1970s. It belonged to Helen Pearly of Pine Point and was part of her "White Animal Farm" zoo that she ran, which was a little petting zoo of all albino animals. I think it shut down in the early 1980s. Most older folks of the area remember Helen Pearly and her albino zoo animals - which included an elephant, and other such animals. Well, one day the white monkey escaped and Helen Pearly was a friend of my grandmother's (Helen Ricker Allen) and Helen Pearly showed up at 146 Portland Ave (than 862 because the road was renumbers in 1982) to tell my Grammy Helen the monkey had been seen nearby and to let her know if we saw it. Well, after that me and the other neighbour kids started going out into the swamps looking for the white monkey because Helen Pearly was offering a reward for it being returned. And one day we saw it, and tried to catch it and we followed it into the swamps and we found a homeless man out there. He was sick and starving to death. 

The white monkey belonged to Helen Pearly and has nothing to do with Etiole at all. In 1978 Helen Pearly had a pet white monkey that got lost. Me and Atwater cousin Micheal and my Murphy cousin Timmy (the one whose white cross is on the Ross rd he died in 2013) saw it in the woods out back and tried to catch it. We found Etiole the same day. Etiole is a homeless man who lives behind my land in the woods. Me and Micheal and Timmy took him food. And to this day, we still do, except Michael moved away and Timmy died in 2013 so that left just me taking care of Etiole today. Etiole is very old, probably 80s or 90s today. He's very small, not much bigger than a child, maybe around 5'1"-ish. He's covered with acid burns, scars, and tattoos. He has extreme PTSD and is terrified of the sight of people. He's very skittish, almost mute, speaks mostly with his hands, and run terrified from any people who try to get near him. The only reason he didn't run the day we found him, was because he was very sick, probably pneumonia or something like that. Had we children not found him and taken him food for the next several weeks, he probably would have died that same summer. He must have been in his 50s or 60s back then in 1978.

We told the adults about him, and they went to find him, but, they found some plants instead out there in the swamp, and my mom called the police, and the OOB police called the state police, and the state police called the FBI and the entire rest of the week was lots of police digging up lots of plants. Adam and the Babe, were 2 police officers who were left to stand watch over us children while every one else hauled out the plants. News reporters showed up and the news stations called it "Maine's largest drug raid". I don't know what drug plants look like so I don't know what kind of drugs they were. According the the FBI agents who talked to use kids (we were all 5 to 10 years old at the time) a "bad name named Bryan Cyr put those bad plants in the swamp". The FBI agents said they had been looking for Bryan Cyr and his Cyr Clan from Connecticut for several years and wanted to know had we seen him.  We had not, though we did see him about a year later when the big shoot out happened at 142 Portland Ave in front of the Dome house - the day the dome house blue up because Anne Cyr set fire to the meth lab inside- I saw her poured 3 gas cans on the house then throw several matches. Bryan fled in a robin egg blue micro-mini pick up truck, screaming that the meth lab was gonna blow. The whole house went up like a mushroom cloud. It's the only time I ever saw the Cyr Clan.) 

Adam and the Babe went with us kids to look for the sick homeless man/Etiole as he's now called by locals, but he was gone by then, because it had been 5 or 6 or more hours since the adults found the plants. The 2 police officers looked all over the forest for him, and stopped when they found a human leg bone in the Bachelder Brooke and took that with them and left to join the other officers. (144, 146, and 148 Portland Ave and the swamps and forest behind it is a massive Native American grave - there are at least 500 graves, that back in the 1970s all still had markers, most of the dates are 1400s to 1500, but in the mid 1980s someone stole most all of the slate grave markers, so they are unmarked today. I assume the leg bone was from one of those graves - human bones wash up out of the ground all the time on these sections of land because there are just so many Native American graves all over the place here, on my land and the lands abutting me. It's why the Powder Horn campground can't expand any closer to my land - they hit Native American graves last time they expanded the campground.)

So, because they got sidetracked by all the drug plants and all the police everywhere for the rest of the week, the adults never saw the homeless man or the white monkey as both had been scared off by the huge crowd of drug raid crews.

For some reason because we found him while looking for Helen Pearly white monkey my father and the Atwaters got it in their heads that Etiole was a demon alien shape shifter who turned into a white monkey to lure me and Micheal into the woods. And that's how their stupid ass alien and demon rumours got started.

I should point out, her family, The Atwaters, are the Scottish Traveller Gypsies, aka as The Scottish Mafia by several white Americans, her brothers Bruce and David and several of Davids adult children, grandchildren, and great grand children call themselves Scottish Mafia  and act every bit fitting on that title, which is both why the FBI is investigating and why I have nothing to do with them.

Right after the June attack on her car, a large group of Irish Travellers showed up from the Carilinas and Tennessee and were setting up squatting camps all around the area, The had set up a large camp on BB street behind my Main st/Cutts St apartment in Biddeford, setting up in the big chain link fenced yard on the corner (which is why the owners have since roped the land off.) I didn't think anything of it at first, because the Irish Travellers show up in Southern Maine every year for decades now, so there's nothing unusual about seeing them setting up camps on any space they can find, you see it every year. Usually they camp on the cow farms in Dayton/Buxton/North Saco area, so seeing them in Biddeford was a bit strange.

I point this out because the week they arrived on BB, my mother and her Atwater siblings and their families flipped out big time. They put heavy focus on "the brown house on the corner and the chain link fence yard across the street" and laid out to harassing the landlords of those two locations. They had a list of around 100 addresses in Biddeford, Cape Elizabeth, and many other places included Rhode Island and Connecticut. I saw the list because my mother showed up at my yard waving it around and demanding I help her and the Atwaters stage an attack on the Irish Travellers, whom she claimed was family of the man in the green truck with the 2x4 attack on her car.

A war between the Scottish Travellers/Scottish Mafia/The Atwaters and the Irish Travellers -which include The Cry Clan drug gang from Connecticut - the one the FBI is here looking for-, is the last thing I want to get involved in. Those same two clans are the ones who did the 4-5-8 shoot out back in the 1970s/1980s, when they blew up the dome house at 142 Portland Ave. They were armed to the teeth with truck loads and school bus loads of illegal military guns back in the 4-5-8 shoot out and I don't want to see what kind of weaponry that same group lugs around now 40 years later.

I am a Voodoo Priestess. Voodoo is also known as Folk Catholicism. It is a branch of the Catholic Church. Voodoo is a Christian religion, that focuses on reverence the ancestors. Hollywood Horror movies have slandered our religion to such an extent that the average person thinks Voodoo is dark magic, death spells, curses, and voodoo dolls. Those are all things that exist only in Hollywood and do not exist in real world Voodoo. The problem is made worse, when teens and young adults, not knowing the actual religion, call themselves Voodoo while practising things they see in movies.  While the older generations of Gypsies and Travellers know the difference, younger generation have fallen far from the old traditions, especially the old religion, and sadly, even among Gypsies and Travellers today, many in the age group of 60 years old and younger, only know Voodoo from Horror movies and not from their grandmother's actual practice.

I say this because my mother and her Atwaters wanted me to join then as a "figure head" for their cause. They specifically demanding I summon demons, make voodoo dolls, cast curses, and use magic to kill the list of people living at the addresses on the list they had. In short they attempted to hire me to be a quasi-hit-man for them.

When I explained to them that this is not what Voodoo is about, Voodoo is peaceful, non-violent, we shun weapons and hurtful acts of all types, they lashed out at Etiole -who was not here, it was just me they were yelling at, yelling about him. My mother called Etiole a demon, said he was my familiar, said "I know you work with demons, you can't lie to me" and "you cast death curses on people all the time you lying little bitch, you just won't do it for me because you want to spite your mother, after all I do for you!

I made a Twitch livestream video that same day, telling what was going on and what I feared was about to happen, because I have seen these same two Gypsy clans go to war with each other before.

Well, I have too much to deal with with my health. I'm bedridden 15+ hours a day, so I do nothing but play video games and write novels and edit novels, ALL of which I do on livestream - yes, I livestream for 12 to 15, sometimes 19 hours each and every single day, and I have 92TB of hard drive full of that video footage all the way back to 2015 - I have every minute of every day of my life not only live streamed on Twitch, but I have ALL the video footage files, which mean I have footage of all the attacks, all the yelling at my car, all the demanding I cast death spells, all the trying to hire me as a hit man - all of it. I have over 15k hours of video footage. And because most of the attacks happened during a livestream, there are also hundreds of witness online who saw and heard the attacks and threats already, seeing and hearing them as they were happening.

Going back to the suspecting someone is impersonating me... My mother makes the claim that it is her right to cut the wires off my Biddeford apartment building, because she claims I've put her name, address, and where she goes online. I've never put her address or name or where she goes on the internet. Don't know what she's talking about. I gave her the FBI contact info and told her that if she actually is seeing "me" posting this stuff she claims I'm posting online, then she needs to forward that stuff to the FBI because it's someone impersonating me, and that was one of the things the FBI has suspected was happening so they are actively looking for that kind of stuff. They are trying to get to the bottom of who it is spreading these wild, crazy ass rumours and lies, both doing it in my name and doing it about me.

They've already located a shut down a few dozen impersonation of me, social network accounts, and so far, to date, all of them have belonged to just one person: my mother's brother Mervin Bruce Atwater. Well, it makes sense that HE would know her home address and where she goes, seeing how, for the past decade they were kind of joined at the hip and did everything together. Yeah, of course he knows where she lives and what car she drives and where she goes. 

Also, I never went to school, she did not allow it, There were several legal/court battles between my mom and the OOB school and the state of Maine ad the department of education throughout the 1980s, over the fact that she was actively refusing to allow me to attend school. So I never learned to do math or numbers. I don't know how to count or do money or any stuff like that. And numbers don't register in my head for some reason. People will tell me a phone number or home address and 5 seconds later my mind is blank on the numbers. I can't remember them. That's why when something like an attack happens I write down the tie and date immediately and keep it on a chart - I have a list, day by day, all times and dates of every attack since June 2001. I wouldn't be able to remember what happened when if I didn't keep a list like that.

Well, my mother knows all of this, so she knows even if she had told me her address, which she didn't, I wouldn't have remembered it long enough to even write it down.

In June 2021, I found out she moved, because I was walking my dog -we walk 3 to 4 miles a day, all over Biddeford, Old Orchard, and Scarborough, because I am trying to rebuild my leg muscles after having been bedridden since 2013, with only minimal movement- Doctors said I would never walk again and I aim to prove them wrong and well I have, because I am at least walking enough to walk my dog each day, but it is very difficult, and every step I take feels like a sword stabbing up my right leg and into my spine, because of the nerve damage. It is why I walk so slow and limp so bad, because it hurts terrible to step down.

Well, one day I was walking my dog and all of a sudden, there's my mother, telling me that I'm standing in front of her house and I was surprised, because last I knew she lived several miles away. I had no clue she lived 2 streets over from me and that she had done so for 3 years!

I don't know how she expects me to even know where she goes considering I've had no contact with her in almost a decade now, not since the stunt she pulled April 10, 2015 when she broke into my motorhome, filled it with feces, and then locked her 13 cats in it to frame me for animal abuse. She did not expect the Old Orchard Beach police to arrive and confiscate her cats and then not give them back to her and she has been in a social media battle with several animal shelters, veterinarians, animal control officers, and police officers ever since. Most of her harassment of these people has been targeted at former OOB town hall worker DF  and OOB police officer WW , both of whom she has been harassing on FaceBook for the past 7 years. You can ask DF  and WW  and their family and friends on FaceBook, how bad it has gotten. In recent months she added a new person to her FaceBook harassment, I don't know their name, just that it's the ex-wife and 15 year old son of someone named Todd Murphy who recently died from being hit by a train in front of my Biddeford apartment on Nov 19, 2021. Sometimes she says his death was a suicide, other times she says he was murdered and thrown in front of the train. I don't know which it is, I didn't know him, and only have her word for any of it.

In her mind, the way the whole thing was supposed to happen was: you police were supposed to confiscate my motorhome and she would take her cats and go home. 

What actually happened was: you police confiscated her cats, and I kept my motorhome.

She has spent the last 7 years harassing every pet shelter and rescue in New England, trying to find the cats.

In answer to questions about the cats from April 2015—those were cats belonging to Wayne Whitten of Biddeford, Maine. I was never able to talk about it because of the court case going on between Wayne's family and the Atwaters.

To make matters even worse, the cats were not hers, either. Rather, they belonged to Wayne Whitten and his daughter. My mother had stolen the cats from Wayne, in an act of retaliation, after Wayne refused to hand over to her, his father, William's land.

If you do not know, there are several polygamists in my family, all on the Atwater side. My mother is one of them. Wayne Whitten is one of her many Husbands, and therefore Wayne Whitten is also my stepfather.

In May 2010, my mother took a chainsaw to my 1964 Dodge 330. But it was not the ONLY car she attacked that week. Two days earlier, she took a chainsaw to Wayne's black 1970s vintage Dodge. AFTER, she locked her Old English sheepdog in the trunk and left it there for 6 months, and then tried to say that Wayne killed her dog, when in fact, she had.

Many people in Biddeford, Maine knew Wayne Whitten and his father William Whitten, and both men were known for the wild tales of Wayne's 5th wife, Jeannie, who daily beat him, gathered her older brothers to beat him, and hospitalized him several times, multiple times nearly killing him. That wife is also my mother.

Unfortunately for Wayne Whitten, no one would believe him about how violent and psychotically deranged his wife was and in the space of only a few weeks, his father, then his cats, and then Wayne himself all died. Because of the violent nature of Wayne's death, details were withheld from the public.

Three cats—the white cat Old Lady, and the 2 tabby's Trouble and Sassy, were already dead before the police arrived, and all three were diagnosed as having been force-fed rat poison. This is why, even though my mother put 13 cats in my motorhome, the police only took 10 cats.

Wayne's father, William, owned the cape house next door to Ben's Flooring in Biddeford, behind Walmart. In his 90s, with his health failing, my mother arrived demanding William sell his house and give her the money for a down payment on a mansion in Kennebunk. The exact same demands she is now making at me, these 7 years later. She did this to William Whitten in 2015, and Wayne's daughter to this day maintains that my mother's threats, demands, and harassment were the major contributing factors of William's death.

My mother took the Whitten cats, intending to hold them hostage, until William sold his house and gave her the money. This was why she hid the cats in my motorhome. This is also why when the police showed up asking about the cats, I had no clue what they were talking about and let them search the motorhome telling them there were no cats in it. My mother broke into my motorhome and hid the cats in there, apparently 3 days earlier, and I was unaware she had done this so was unaware the cats were there.

This is also why, when police officer Will Watson asked how many cats there were and what their names were, why I did not know how many cats there were and only knew the names of a couple of the cats that I had heard Wayne talk about.

William Whitten died while the cat fiasco was going on.

Wayne, realizing what my mother had done to his cats, tried to get them back, but he died a few weeks later.

Wayne, his father, and his cats all died a few weeks apart from each other.

My mother went around triumphantly bragging that she had gotten Wayne's father's land, via being Wayne's wife, and set about to the process of buying the house in Kennebunk. And got slapped with a reality check when the two wills got read and both William and Wayne had left everything they had to Wayne's daughter.

In raging inferno, my mom lashed out at Wayne's daughter, and a lawsuit happened, with Wayne's daughter charging my mother with kidnapping the cats, and using rat poison to slowly poison Wayne. A massive Facebook war happened between the Whittens and the Atwaters as my mother got her Atwater thugs involved, and the Whitten's fled in terror once they realized the rumours that my mother was part of the Scottish Mafia, was in fact, very, very, very true.

To this day, the remains of Wayne Whitten's surviving family live in mortal terror, daily vandalism, and barbaric levels of harassment at the hands of my mother, and her brothers Bruce and David and David's sons and grandsons.

More details of what happened can be found here: Amphibious Aliens: https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html

And no, for the people who are confused, Amphibious Aliens has nothing to do with aliens. It is about a homeless man whom my mother and her brother Bruce, over hyper focused on, and together my mother and Bruce created an elaborate alien abduction and demon possession hoax, so they could try to scam several dozen locals out of their houses.

This cat stealing, house stealing scam is something they have been doing to people all over Southern Maine since BEFORE I was even born. The earliest known attempt at this house stealing scam dates back to their father David Henry Atwater and a house he stole in the 1930s in Rumford Maine. At the time, my grandfather used the hoax of an angel from heaven coming down and telling him to take the Rumford farm. And at the time, my grandfather was a transport driver for Honey Fizt's ACTUAL Boston Mafia, which is WHY, the Atwaters make the claim to be the Scottish Mafia. Their claim is that because they are Scottish, and their father worked for Honey Fitz that they are Mafia. But the Atwaters are neither Scottish nor Mafia, both claims are outright lies that are nothing more than part of the scam they run.

As can be seen with BOTH what she has spent the past 5 decades doing to Etiole and what she is currently doing to Todd Murphy's family on and off FaceBook, you can see how much my mother hyper focuses on homeless people and abusing their friends and relatives and using the homeless person's homelessness as excuses for the scams she runs.

That she spent decades running a land stealing scam in Etiole's name, and now is running another land stealing scam in Todd Murphey's name is utterly deplorable.

And you people who wonder WHY I've not had contact with my mother in 30 years, WHY I shun her. WHY I hate her and her Atwater thugs so much... you are right now witnessing it live as they do it all over again, this time taking advantage of the pain and suffering of Todd Murphy's family to try to steal land from people in the name of a homeless man who was killed by a train.

I am thoroughly and utterly disgusted with my mother's vile abuse of the Murphy family and what she is doing in the name of a dead man.

I've said it thousands of times before and I'll say it again: The Atwaters are scum.

The Atwaters devote their lives to abusing homeless people and the families of those homeless people, just so they can run their filthy scams, and I’m fucking sick of the Atwaters and their filth.


She has had several retaliation attacks happen to her, done by family and friends of the people she's harassing on FaceBook. the retaliation attacks included a Biddeford Public Works road grader being driven into her yard and over her car in 2017. Two additional attacks on her next car, the following year. And in June 2021 a man driving a green pick up truck drove into her yard and beat her car with a 2by4. (Note, I did not witness any of these attacks on her cars and only have her word on what happened.)

All of these people she is fighting with on FaceBook, I don't know, they are people she knows and they are not on my FaceBook and I blocked her and all the Atwaters from my FaceBook back in May 2015, when her and her nieces and nephews and siblings were posting death threats on my FB profile. One cousin cousin name, posted pictures of herself carrying a machine gun (not automatic rifle - but a machine gun - the big type you put on a tripod and have a belt full of hundreds of bullets slung over your shoulder- similar to a gatland gun but not as big, though she had pictures of her gatland gun too that she was also posting on my FB) She'd write under the pictures "This is the gun I'm going to shoot you with"... her husband was one of the guys arrested after the Jan 6 attack, by the way - the guy in Florida with the Nancy something's ( forget her last name, I think it began with a P? I don't know American politics, I find it all confusing so I'm not sure who the Nancy woman was). He stole her pulpit and  he was posting pictures of him stealing on FB. Her mom is aunt L, and she and he were among the 23 cousins that the FBI has been trying to find because they supplied a lot of the guns for the Jan 6th attack, according to posts they made on FB. I don't know, I never saw any such posts because I have them all blocked n FB since 2015. Her brother cousin name was also posting pictures of him carrying guns and writing death threats underneath on my FB wall. His messages said: "I'm an ordained Aaronic Priest and god has given me permission to blow your brains out with this gun". cousin name and cousin name are 2 of David and aunt L's 15 adult kids -all are 40 to 60+ years old. David is my mom's oldest brother, he's in his 80s. He is very violent, there has never been an occasion of him arriving on my land in Old Orchard, that did not involve his trying to kill me, usually by strangling me. He is the most violent of all the uncles. Several times while he's been here he beat up his adult kids by hitting them in the face with weights off of dumbells. 

Most of the Atwater men are retired Marines, and all of them are over 6'2" the tallest, is 7'3". These guys are HUGE and are all weightlifters. You don't want to cross one of the Atwater uncles, they are former Marines trained in weaponless combat. David runs a compound in Palmyra.. . and you might have just seen his crew in the news - they were doing a squatter's rights takeover of that big mansion next door to Stephen King in Bangor and somehow the place caught fire. The news reports didn't mention Stephen King and went out of their way to get camera angles that kept King's house out of the news, but I'm as familiar with Bangor streets as I am Old Orchard and Biddeford streets, so I recognized which house it was on the news, that got attacked by the squatters doing a take over war. 

My uncle and his kids are trying to confiscate the land all around Stephen King - they say they have the right to because no one was ever paid any money for being in The Thinner movie. That happened about 2 weeks ago, the news did not list the squatters name, but like I said, it's my uncle and his crew, they been focusing on the 20 or so houses around King's big red Victorian, for over a decade now. They tried to get me to help them do it, that's how I found out. They made the claim that because I'm an author I should be able to reason with Stephen King and convince him to hand over his red Victorian house in exchange for his never paying them for being in The Thinner. I told them to get lost and burn in hell. Just because I'm an author and King's film crew filmed a part of Thinner on my land in Old Orchard doesn't mean I know King himself, I never even met him, and them being obsessed with stealing land from people is just out of control. 

The whole Atwater clan does this. They don't see anything wrong with moving in, setting up camp, and driving the rightful land owners off their land at gunpoint.

They act like it's a family tradition to steal land from people, via squatting, harassment, corrosion, death threats, and outright just forging deeds and switching the files, like they did with my land.

And that's the issue we have going on right now. My mother has gone on a psych crazed warpath vendetta of taking my land or else, and or else so far has included her twice now having my father shove things up the tailpipe of my car, both times doing lots of damage t the car when I started the engine and everything inside blew up because of the fuel line blocked. And twice now - each time the same day as attacking my Volvo cutting the wires off the Biddeford apartment as well, in the same driveway where the car was parked.

Both times they admitted to doing it and both times used the justification that I deserved it because I was refusing to sell my land and give my mother the money to buy a house in Kennebunk. She says she has to move to Kennebunk to "get away from the niggars invading Maine, Kennebunk is all white they don't allow no niggars". She's very crude and vulgar and has an extreme hatred for black people and hangs around online with some group that calls itself "the workers of iniquity" which claims to be "a branch of the Ku Klux Klan because the original Ku Klux Klan is not strict enough".

Throughout 2016 people wearing KKK-like white robes and hood showed up in Old Orchard to make threats about my land. Back then I was unaware that my mother was friends with such a group. The robes are NOT KKK robes, the KKK robes are very distinctive, covered with fancy bead work and embroidery, and are not white, but are usually green or red or blue or yellow. It's a Hollywood myth that the KKK wears white, and that's how you can tell REAL KKK from fake wannabe's pretending to be KKK. Real KKK is not wearing white sheets and white pillowcases. The real KKK is a church that is organized similar to Catholic church and all their robes mean specific ranks, also they don't wear hood, they wear mitre hats like the pope does, and have a veil mask over their eyes. So its pretty easy to identify real KKK from fakers in white sheets, and the people showing up in my yard were not real KKK, they were fakers literally wrapped in white bed sheets with pillow cases over their heads. 

Well, various white-power groups show up in the area, that's nothing unusual. Neo-Nazi, Sovereign Citizens, ect. They've always been around Maine, so much so that there are KKK and white power history museums in Maine -one is in Saco. So, I didn't think much of the white hood idiots in my yard. We are Gypsies, white hooded idiots are a part of our non-white life.

Well, here's the thing: we are not white. My mother's mother was not a Gypsy. Eva Viola Little John Dyer Atwater was half Kickapoo Native American and half black. He mother was 100% Native America. Her father 100% black. My mom is 1/4 black, 1/4 Native American, and 1/2 Gypsy of Roumania/Arabian/Middle Eastern descent. There is not one drop of white blood in her. Which is why I was surprised to hear her say: "I gotta move to Kennebunk to get away from the niggars invading Maine, Kennebunk is all white they don't allow no niggars". Yes, Kennebunk is all white, and look at the news, the black school teach who lives in Old Orchard Beach and worked at Kennebunk schools is daily bombarded with swastika painted on her car while she's teaching class. I can't drive my Volvo down main street Kennebunk with out getting pelted with rocks and crowds running off the sidewalks screaming "death to Gypsy scum!" It's dangerous t drive through Kennebunk and not be white -they pull us coloured folks out of cars if we get stopped at a red light. Kennebunk is legendary for being the most white power town in the state of Maine.

One has only to look up the international news reports of the 10 year old school children dragging their black teacher into the streets and almost beating her to death -in 2020. That happened barely a year ago. Kennebunk is the most hostile anti-black town in America and they are proud of it, brag about it, and since the BLM stuff of 2020, Kennebunk has gotten ten times worse. And, she's been seeing all that in the news and wants to live there, and I'm not sure why, because like I said,  my mom is 1/4 black, 1/4 Native American, and 1/2 Gypsy of Roumania/Arabian/Middle Eastern descent and if she tries to buy a house there, and they find out she has black blood, they'll kill her. But she's all hyped up on a white power kick and wants to join Kennebunk's anti-black movement, and... I... I just don't understand it and I'm sure if that's actual why she wants to go thee or not.

There was a court case about the cats (3 different ones because the town hall dropped the case after evidence proved the cats were not mine and my mother had snuck them in my motorhome a few days earlier to try to frame me and then some MB guy crawled out of the woodwork to reopen the case a month later), which, for some reason was in my name, not her name, because the motorhome was mine, even though the cats were hers. Weirdly, half way through the court case the town hall dropped the case and some guy named MB Bureau took over it instead. Thing is, I don't know who this MB guy is. He's not anyone I have ever even met before and he was not at the court so I didn't meet him there either. He came in with lots of wild accusations about me harassing him, even though I had no clue who he was and had never heard of him before. MB's lawyer took photo copies of a conversation on Twitter between me and JB (the guy the FBI arrested for embezzling $30k out of the OOB town hall bank account - $3million in OOB tax money went missing, the rest was never found as far as I know. The Twitter conversation was this JB sending me death threats because he had just been released from prison, and he was claiming I had put him there, even though I didn't know him or that he'd been in prison or that he had stolen money from OOB town hall. According to FBI, JB was a church friend of my mother's and he and town manager Jim Thomas, had been Bishopric counsellors to Mormon Church Bishop DK and the 3 of them and several others from the Saco LDS church had taken over the OOB town hall in around 2010 and embezzled $3million in town taxes. Apparently my Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, Richard Merlin Atwater, and aunt B had been involved, been involved and they had used fake social media accounts in my name to contact JB so he thought I knew him, that's why he contacted me on my real account after getting out of prison. I don't know the details I only know the small bit of info the FBI told me to let me know why this JB guy was contacting me.) For some reason, this MB guy, said the Twitter conversation with this Joel guy was about him. 

And apparently according to the FBI, this MB guy owns the old abandoned logging road across the street from me, which is numbered as 139 Portland Ave. I don't know, that road has been abandoned at least since the 1970s, I had no idea any one lived down there, but FBI says this MB guy does. I've been at 146 since 1975, and I've never see any one live there. FBI says there is another driveway on a different side that they probably use. Any ways, for some odd reason this MB guy took over the court case with the cats, only he suddenly said it was about me being transgender (but I'm not transgender, so I don't know why he said I was) His lawyer came into court saying I was a man pretending to be a woman, and here's where it got really weird, the lawyer copied what he SAID was an "About Me" page off of my website (eelkat.com) only what he copied was the about page for the main character of the novel series I write (I'm the author of 138 published novels). The series is about a male Elf who is possessed by a female parasitic alien jellyfish. So it's a female jellyfish wearing the body of a dead male Elf like a coat and passing herself off as him.

Well, this lawyer (Gene Libby) for this MB guy is waving THAT fictional character profile around in court, saying it was my personal about me page, and making the claim that I was a male to female transvestite who believed I was an Elf... and here's the kicker... his whole spiel was trying to convince the judge that I was insane so this MB guy could confiscate my land at 146 Portland Ave! It was the most bizarre thing, and the judge thought so too, because the judge tossed the whole thing out of court because the charges this MB guy had against me were so oddball off the wall nut job ridiculous. But the thing was, again, it was someone making wild claims that I had to hand them over my land, which is what keeps happening with every one of these weird attacks. And always, like both these 2 guys: JB and MB Bureau they are creepy ass strangers who crawl out of the woodwork, people I've never heard of before, making claims to being my friend (JB made the claim he was my best friend and said we talked all the time on FaceBook, but he wasn't on my FB and I'd never heard of him before. While MB Bureau in his court papers made the claim to be one of my uncles -he is not-and)

aunt B and aunt L of Bangor used to be putting stuff online about me and my brothers and JB would get it from aunt B and aunt L and forward it every where. This was in 2010 era, but I did not see the posts, because none of them is a FaceBook friend of me. The FBI however said they saw a lot of the posts, these people made, including several death threats. Seems likely something like that is happening again given the way people keep showing up here at the Biddeford apartment when no one even knew I was here.

I met aunt L about 3 times during my childhood, it's been 30+ years since I last saw her, and I've never spoken with her online or offline not once in my entire life.

aunt B I meet 10 or 12 times during my childhood, and likewise it's been 30+ years since I last saw her, except for 2 times. One in 2013 she showed up at my Biddeford apartment on Water St, with some medical scam idea she had that she wanted me to help her with. She said she was working at Blue Cross/Blue Shield and had found a way to get people's insurance money because a lot of people didn't file claims; she said she was also an EMT, and she could take the records from one job to cross with the other job, to have people's insurance money forwarded to a POBox she owned. I told her I wanted nothing to do with it and to get lost. I don't know how true any of the stuff she said was. I don't know if she worked at those places or could do the scam she was claiming or not.

aunt B showed up again in 2016, at the Gazebo Park (might be named Mechanic's Park?) on the Saco River by the water treatment plant. I was there walking my dog, and my mother showed up with an uncle Peter (now deceased) who was visiting from Utah. They were having a picnic. aunt B and Bruce showed up to trash everything, steal the food, and then leave. They were yelling and screaming the whole time. They acted drunk, except I didn't think they drank. I don't know. Mormons don't drink, not usually.

So I don't know aunt B and aunt L otherwise. I know nothing about them. Have never had contact with them, have never spoken with them online or offline. So, I'm puzzled as to why they were posting things online about me in 2010, or why they were acting like they knew me, when neither of them has ever been a part of my life or know anything about me.

But, they make claims that I say and do various things that I don't say or do. The list of things they've accused me of is massive and kind of crazy and include the claims that I am a prostitute, and that I am a Mafia gang leader ... like I said, it's just wild and also very slanderous and I'm sick of it.

Back in 2019 when my mother got her car, she had it over a month before I even knew she had gotten a car. I found out she had it when she flipped out saying I was online telling people she bought a car. And it turned out is was aunt B and Brucie online telling everyone she got a car, but I had told them,  even thought I had never talked to either of them since 2013 when FBI told me cut off all contact with them

aunt B and Bruce and aunt L all 3 are constantly telling people I said things, that I never said. 

I told you people been showing up talking about Todd and claiming I said things online about him, but I don't even know who he is or what they are talking about. It almost looks like someone is online impersonating me.

A few weeks ago an old man walked up to me, asked if I was EelKat and then asked me why I kept emailing him, and I said I don't email anyone cause I don't use email. He said some days he gets over 300 emails a day from someone claiming to be EelKat 

Last time my car had this problem was same day my father cut the internet on my mom's orders. Suspicious my car has same problem again, same day internet goes off again. It went off while my mother was here

aunt B showed up at water st day after golf club attack, but I never knew how she found out , I never told anyone online about it . Her and Bruce knew about it some how before any one else.  They wanted me to use my injury to help them run a medical scam and they were pissed when I refused to. They started spreading lies about me online because of that. That was Nov 2013

aunt B and Bruce knew about the cats and DAY BEFORE it happened. aunt B posted on my FaceBook wall "the next head nailed to the door will be yours" the day before any heads were nailed to door

I think it's aunt B online saying stuff about me and my mom, because she did it before and because FBI was here asking about her going down to Washington Jan 6 attack, but I didn't yet know the Jan 6 attack had even happened. They said aunt B aunt L and 23 cousins had been down there and they FBI was trying to find them. 

Old Orchard police and Biddeford police and a detective have all shown up asking about aunt B and aunt L and 23 cousins as well. But again I don't know anything because I not had contact with them. But FBI, 2 police departments and a detective are all saying aunt B and aunt L and 23 cousins are making claims about me, in connection to bombs and ISIS .

That's how I found out Paul Martel was in prison. According to FBI agents, Paul Martel built the bombs for the 2013 Boston marathon and the 2013 bomb at South Maine Community College and put the college bomb in my class to make it look like I made the Boston bomb. That's why the FBI showed up to begin with. They were at the college investigating both bombs that happened the same day

FBI said they believed the whole thing was aunt B and Bruce idea, but Paul martial was the one who actually built the bomb and sold it to ISIS, and put the second bomb in my class at college so Paul Martel was the only one they could arrest. FBI is trying to arrest aunt B because they think she's the one behind it. They said the whole thing seems to have started because Scott went to prison for selling drugs at Scarborough downs and for some reason aunt B thinks I'm the one who turned him in, even though I've not seen or heard from Scott since he was 8 years old

FBI thinks the attack on the cats was aunt B retaliating because Paul Martel got arrested. 

When Dickie died also in 2013, after the bomb in Boston but before the golf club attackers aunt B was with him taking charge of his medicine and his official cause of death was an overdose of his medicine, with a not saying unable to determine if accident or suicide. I found out this 2 days after he died when Jacksonville County state police from Florida showed up here in Maine to interview me about where I was the day Dickie died  because when he died aunt B called 911 and told the police I had killed him. 

The FBI thinks the golf club attack was aunt B retaliating because police didn't arrest me for murdering Dickie like she had demanded they do

FBI is full focused on arresting aunt B and Bruce. There's no evidence Bruce is dead. All evidence points to him being in New Zealand. 

FBI believes Bruce faked death because FBI was moving in to close and he didn't want to take the fall for what aunt B is doing 

In 1996 and 1997 aunt B sent out lots of emails to the family claiming the emails had been written by me. I did not have email, internet, or even a computer yet. She got Dickie and David and Joey in raving warpath over it. That's the summer they all showed up talking about Etiole and amphibious aliens and alien abduction. aunt B was the one who started all of that stuff about Etiole, who I never called Etiole. Etiole is not his name, it's always been the word the Atwaters used to describe him (it means man from the stars or alien it's a French word. I don't know French, aunt B is the one who knows French, so I never would have given him a French name) Bruce and Dickie went to a bunch on MUFON forums from 1996 to 2007 spreading lies about me and Etiole calling him a demon and alien and claiming I was an alien abducted. I found out about it in 2007 after they'd already been doing it for 11 years. I don't think aunt B has ever stopped sending out emails about Etiole while pretended to be me, I think she is still doing it.

My father was the one who told the Atwaters about Etiole. My father and Dickie both called him the white monkey. In 1994 and 1996 Bishop Morgan asked me to his office and showed me a bunch of letters, all of them signed "The White Monkey, OST". He said the letters were written to sound like I had written them but he said he'd seen my handwriting before and knew I hadn't written these. He wanted to know if I recognized the handwriting. Some had been written by daddy. Others had been written by Dickie. President Earnshaw later called me in for similar letters he had received and again the white monkey letters were written by mostly daddy and some Dickie all pretending to be me, trying to make it look like I was pretending to be Etiole. In total 16 Bishops and 2 stake presidents had contacted me over the years about white monkey letters

The white monkey letters stopped in 2007 when the psychiatrist at Biddeford hospital diagnosed daddy as having schizophrenia and put him on psychiatric medicine. Since 2007 no one has mentioned Etiole or white monkey, until the week Todd died when people started showing up in Biddeford driveway yelling about Etiole and calling him a suicide demon

The white monkey belonged to Helen pearly and has nothing to do with Etiole at all. In 1978 Helen pearly had a pet white monkey that got lost. Me and cousin Micheal saw it in the woods out back and tried to catch it. We found Etiole the same day. Etiole is a homeless man who lives behind my land in the woods. Me and Micheal took him food. For some reason because we found him while looking for Helen pearly white monkey my father and the Atwaters got it in their heads that Etiole was a demon alien shape shifter who turned into a white monkey to lure me and Micheal into the woods. And that's how their stupid ass alien and demon rumours got started.

I used to let him sleep in the Dodge at night, that's why people started saying the car was haunted. They said Etiole was a demon and the car was demon possessed. My father and Bruce used to stay up all night debating what kind of demon Etiole must be and kept calling me a demon child and a witch and saying I was demon possessed and they called Etiole my familiar and said I summoned him to cast curses and death spells. Bruce believed all that stuff as actual fact and after Bruce left for the night my dad would joke about how gullible Bruce was and how easy it was to convince him demons lived in my car. From there the rumours ended up on the internet through the Heaven's Gate group, that Bruce was a member of at the time. They were a group of around 200 people who went from one UFO forum to the next spreading rumours about me and Etiole. They did that for 11 years before I found out Bruce and his UFO friends were doing it. 

I found out when people started showing up in Old Orchard with beeping equipment claiming they were here the capture Etiole while calling him an amphibious alien and EBE and calling me "EelKat Etiole's friend" I did not use the username EelKat online and none of my books about EelKat (the black bobcat) had ever been published so there was no reason for internet people to know either the name EelKat or Etiole.  I was using the username xavychup online not EelKat, that's why my email address is xavychup not EelKat. EelKat is something Grammy called me back in the 1970s because she said eels and cats were my spirit animals. I never called myself EelKat online or offline so only the Atwaters had ever heard that word before and yet in 2007, I spent the entire summer with endless people showing up in my yard at my tent and all calling me EelKat and all looking for Etiole. 

Because I was living under the tarp I had no access to internet yet so had no clue what was going on online. I went to the library and searched Etiole and EelKat to see what came up and I found tens of thousands of forum posts and interviews and articles all written by Bruce and Dickie, including interviews with Buddy Hopkins, David Mack, and David Icke. All the stuff they said was how they had this demon possessed niece who had been abducted by aliens and has brought an alien back from the mother ship with her and was now protecting him. Every one of the forum posts. Interviews and articles had my full name, my old Orchard address, my email, and my old Orchard phone number listed. That was why so many people were showing up at the tent. In 2006 to 2009. The whole thing of people calling me a Witch and saying about curses and death spells and aliens and demons was started by daddy saying that stuff to Bruce and then Bruce and Dickie spreading it online for 11 years from 1996 to 2007

I started using the name EelKat online BECAUSE my uncles had spent 11 years calling me that on MUFON forums, and when I found out about it and started contacting all the forum admins, I had to tell every one:

"I'm Wendy Christine Allen. I'm the one you all call EelKat, Etiole's friend, the REAL EelKat, friend of the REAL Etiole,  and I'm here to slap every damned one of you with protection from harassment orders. I'm tired of the slander and lies you people are spreading about me of fucking UFO websites. I'm not an alien abductee, I've never claimed to be, until this morning I didn't even know what an alien abductee was. Etiole is not an alien. Etiole is not a demon. He's a local homeless man who has a skin deformity, so he hides in the forest because people are scared of him because of what he looks like, and they beat him up and bully him. The people telling you he's an alien are my uncles, who the ring leaders behind beating him up and bullying him, and I'm quite upset to find out they've been doing it online for quite some time and I'm only just finding out about it now, because earlier this week, I had 30,000 people in my driveway, trying to catch him while screaming that he was an amphibious alien and EBE. You UFO crazies are insane, and I want you people out of my yard. My uncles are lying to you about me and Etiole and you'll idiots for believing them."

I created an EelKat username EVERYWHERE just so I could post that message to every place my uncles had posted that fucking ass alien abduction shit about me and Etiole. THAT, is why you saw me start to use the EelKat username in 2007, when I was always xavychup everywhere before that.

And that is also why I do NOT have an EelKat email.  I've had the xavychup email since 1994, I still have it. And anyone using an eelkat email to contact you isn't me, because I don't have an eelkat email. It always has been and still is xavychup.

Last I knew aunt B and Bruce and aunt L and Bruce's daughters and David's kids and grandchildren were all still continuing to spread demon and alien lies about me and Etiole and were still putting my real name and address on everything. In 2019 they were putting my old Orchard address my high street address and also my water st address even though I was no longer at water street on thousands of forum posts and Facebook posts. In 2019 they were making several hundred posts daily across all there accounts and I found 27 fake EelKat accounts owned just by Bruce himself alone. They were all things like eeelkat, ee1kat, 33lkat, etc. Slightly spell different to look like it was me, yo someone looking quick and not paying attention.  They are likely still doing it and I assume they are doing the same to my mother as well. 

Also I don't even know what mothers address is. How could I put it anywhere? I didn't even know she moved until last summer and apparently she moved a few years ago. No one ever told me she had moved. 

Just like the saying about me saying she got a car. I didn't know about the white car until she came over in it to see Mickey last may and apparently she had a few cars in between. Last car I knew was the black one. I didn't even know she had a new car, let alone more than one.

No one ever told me those things, not her or any one else so it's utterly stupid for her to think I could put her address or cars online. Only people who knew about her address and cars could put them online.

Don't forget she never even told me when Dickie or Bruce died. Both times I found out from the FBI showing up to investigate accusations that I had murdered them

I'm the bed ridden, crippled by multiple attacks. The November 14, 2013 golf club attack, I was almost healed from, but the June 2016 shopping cart attack re opened the 2013 injury and doctors can't operate this time because of the bone shards severing my spinal column. I'm crippled for the rest of my life and no one in this family ever cared. 

Both attacks the FBI wanted to talk to my parents and they refused to talk to him both times. My baby was murdered in the first attack. I was 8 months pregnant and all any of them would do was gibberish about "rosemary baby" and say there was no baby because it was a demon because it was Etiole's. My parents and the Atwaters hate Etiole that much, that they shun the existence of my baby and act like it was never there. That's how much they hate me. That's how cruel and hate filled they are towards me. They spent the last 50 years calling me demon possessed and them saying that is WHY local people attack me and killed my baby and left me crippled for the rest of my life. 

I am in bed 15 or more hours a day, I can barely sit up, I can barely stand up long enough to cook, I have to wear adult diapers since 2013 because half my organs don't work any more because the nerves from those organs to my spine are cut off. My hands shake so bad that it takes me hours to eat a single meal. I can't go back to college, I can't go back to work. But do they care? No. Not my mother. Not my father. Neither of them give a shit. They are both too damned selfish thinking about their own greed to ever once lift a finger to help me. Daddy treats me like a fucking slave and my mother is so far out of my life shunning me because bishop kenning in Saco ward told her too that she hasn't got a clue how bad things are.

I'm not doing a damned thing to any of them. I mind my own business. I write my novels. I don't contact them. I don't talk to them. I don't talk about them.  Someone is clearly pretending to be me online and is slandering me and getting sick of it. My mother flips out about everything thing under the sun and I never have a clue what she's talking about, because I never did or said any of the things she accuses me of. And my father and the Atwaters do the same thing. Some one is out there pretending to be me to get them worked into a frenzy just to sit back and laugh while watching my mother, my father, and the Atwaters be too damned stupid to think. My mother and my father and the Atwaters are all filled with so much pure hatred for me that it takes nothing to convince them to attack me. And whoever it is posting online pretending to be me, knows that and is taking advantage of it. 

I'm too damned sick and crippled to even attempt to do half the crazy shit my mother and my father are accusing me of. And what's worse, my father is right here in the same apartment with me. He sees me every day, he knows how bad off my health is. 

Look how much I'm bleeding all over the house every day. Massive nose bleeds that last for hours to a time, not bleeding from my nose. Just coming out of my nose. I'm so dizzy I can't sit up for weeks to a time. I faint and blackout when I try to get up to go to the bathroom. The pain in my hip and pelvis and knee and spine is so bad I can't even move my fingers to type my novels. 

And look at what they do. Do they really think I'm physically capable of doing the things they accuse me of? They are so damned self centred and paranoid. It's all I can do just to sit up and eat something, how the hell do they think I can do the stuff they accuse me of? My day is spent focusing on trying to get my leg to move so I can make a meal, I don't even have time to think about them. 

It looks more and like my mother and my father are doing this stuff on purpose to try to kill me. My father knows how bad off my heart and lungs are and how difficult it is for me to breath after just a couple of steps. His mother left that land to me in her will in 1983. He stole it, had it put into his name illegally. He's been pissed ever since her death, because she gave everything to me not him. That's been a big problem for him for the last 40 years. He raves about it alongside his ravings about going to Utah taking him off the fire department. He hates my mother because of Utah, blames her every day for losing his fire department pension. He raves about it all night long every single night. He blames me for his mother disinheriting him. He raves about that all the time too. I was only grandchild That's why she left everything to me. Including the land that he stole and put in his name. That land is rightfully mine, his mother gave it to me, and he can't stand it. He's needling my mother about the land just to spite his mother.

He's only trying to get the land away from me because he is mad that the town didn't take it. His mother wanted it to stay in the family. It had been in her family since 1530. Her family was the original settlement family of old Orchard and my land is that spot that the first house in Old Orchard was built.  My father stopped paying taxes to spite his mother and lose the land. He said so many times. He was angry when I bought the land back from the town. He still is. He wants it out of the family because his mother wanted it in the family. That's why he's trying to turn my mother against me over the land. Because he gates his own mother that much.

Keep in mind the 4 door white truck showed up at my workplace daily. Even though I never knew ahead of time what store I would be working at. I was a retail merchandiser and stocked shelves at dozens of stores all over the state. Walmart's every where, CVS, khols, sometimes local, sometimes as far as Freeport and once in Vermont and once in Massachusetts.  I got the notice of which store to be at 15 minutes before I left. So the only person who ever knew where I was going was my father. 

And yet the 4 door white truck would also arrive ahead of me and be waiting. They didn't follow me, they got their first.

And the police caught the truck and the driver in 2017. Kathy BR owned the truck. Her son was the driver.

The smith's are my parents friends. My mother's visiting and home teachers for years.

Kathy was the district emergency dispatch for all the towns in the area, not just old Orchard. That's why none of the 911 calls went through during the attacks by the 4 door white truck. He only attacked while she was on duty. She never forwarded any of the calls so officers never were told to come help me.

That includes the November 14, 2013 golf club attack in South Portland. But the college security officer made a report even though the police never arrived. That big black officer who was head of security was on duty and him and 2 student officers from the police academy made the report.

And FBI found the data from the calls, that never got forwarded to police, that's why Kathy BR lost her job. Because she's the one who tampered with the 911 call files.

Tim and Kathy BR both, not together, individually, arriving separately, both arrived at my tent multiple times throughout the entire year of 2013, saying they were coming to speak to me on behalf of someone who wanted to remain anonymous. So I never knew who sent them. Each time they arrived all they would say was that I had to tear down "the little yellow house" as they called the shop. 

August 8, 2013 the backhoe drove over the shop while I was at work on the food truck down by the pier.

I never saw Tim or Kathy again after that. Not once. And these were people who stopped by to visit my parents daily for over 40 years. Since August 8, 2013 and the backhoe attack on my house, Kathy and Tim have gone to alarming extreme levels to avoid running into me. They just down the street, on one of the private drives, so it's difficult to avoid running into me, and we used to see them a few times a week at local grocery stores. They both, if they see me in a store, literally throw whatever they are carrying across the store and run out of the store like they have a pack of rabid wolves on their heels. It's pretty fascinating thing to see.

My cousin and next door neighbour Tim Murphy was murdered that same week, a few days before the backhoe. His body was left at the cascade Ross road crossroad. 14 days later his head was left at the Portland Ave Ross road crossroad road. His mother put up the big white cross a month later. 

The 4 door white truck showed up a few days later. 

Tim Murphy had an identical truck. The police and FBI initially thought it was his, but his truck was later found.

Tim Murphy owned Etiole's swamp and was the one buying most of the food and supplies for Etiole. 

Tim Murphy was with me and Micheal the day we tried to catch Helen pearly white monkey and found Etiole. 

The FBI believes that Tim Murphy was killed by someone trying to frame Etiole and believes the murder was a retaliation over Tim Murphy refusing to sell the swamp land behind me. 

At the time the FBI was looking at DF Feeney as a suspect but DF Feeney's family was killed in a murder suicide and he too is now seen as someone who was being framed.

The swamp, sandpit, and pond behind me, the Murphys own that, and 3 people in their family have now died horrifically violent deaths because they, like me were protecting Etiole from the people who would kill him because they believed Bruce's demon and alien lies about Etiole. 

Look at what is being done to me. They drove a backhoe over my house and they murdered my baby and they crippled me, all days apart.

Look at what is being done to the Murphys. And they're massacring the Murphy family. Tim's death the same time as the attack on me.

And look at who screams the loudest hate for Etiole. Look WHO calls him a demon.

And look at WHO the FBI's number one suspect in all of this is.

My family laughs and jokes about this whole thing like they think it's a fucking game. People are dying and the FBI is not laughing. 

Look at WHO keeps attacking my car. Look at WHO keeps cutting the wires off the apartment. Vandalism. Harassment. Bullying. Threats. Evil people Evil things. By their fruits yea shall no them, for no good thing springs from dead wood. Those are small petty crimes, but they are still crimes. But it's far beyond petty crimes. The list of people who have been murdered is quite long now. 13 died just at the Boston marathon bombing. I'm crippled for the rest of my life, and so far, I'm the only person who was attacked who lived through an attack. Every one else they've attacked is dead. Most of them beheaded or killed in a bomb. 7 different bombs, including one in my classroom at college in 2013, two in my workplace in 2015 and 2016, the house in Old Orchard in 2006, and my doctor on Saco Ave in 2003 where the doctor the nurses and 21 patients were killed. And the FBI was on site for every one of them, and my family thinks it's funny to laugh and make jokes about all of it. Because that's they do since the day me and Micheal and Tim Murphy found Etiole

Do you realize for all the shit my parents have pulled,  they've never once apologized for anything. And you know why? Because they aren't sorry. They feel no guilt. They feel no shame. They feel no remorse. Why? Because they hate me. They always have. From the time I was old enough to walk both of them reminded me daily that I was supposed to be a boy to replace the baby boy that was born before me. That's why Grammy Helen was the one who was always with me until I was 8. And after that it was Grammy Eva. And then BW. 

Do you know how I found out Santa wasn't real? Grammy Helen died when I was 8. That year for Christmas there were no Christmas presents. There was just my parents arguing over which one of them should have lowered themselves to buy a gift for the mistake that committed the sin of not being born a boy. I remember that Christmas better than any other. Because that's when found out exactly how much my parents hated me and thought I was worthless because I was a girl.

Look at my MRI scans at the damage the foundation nail through my hip did. The mutilated bones that were shattered when I was 6 years old and no one took me to the hospital. I've walked on a broken leg for almost 50 years. 

Look at the jaw surgery I had to have when I was 42 to repair an injury done to me with a brick when I was 14. 

Look at the Gremlin, 1974 orange, obliterated by a sledgehammer. 

Look at what happened when I was awarded phi theta kappa. No one went to the award ceremony. My mother said it was stupid. My father spent the day raving calling me an educated damned fool. BW was at the temple with Rick. And people with golf clubs were waiting at my car.

Do you realize if just one single person had cared enough to be at the phi theta kappa awards my baby might not have been murdered and I might not be crippled now. 

Grammy Helen would beat my dad's ass for the shit he does to me. And Grammy Eva would be ashamed of the stuff my mother does. Neither Helen or Eva would have let them get away with the constant abuse and harassment.

As for what happened to my car March 9, 2022 - KRA vandalized my car and tried to make it look like my brother did it. KRA stuffed the tailpipe full of McDonald's ketchup packets, which is what caused the fuel line to blow up. I could have died. He tried to kill me and make it look like my brother who works at McDonald's did it so my brother would be blamed.

KRA did the same thing in November, because of some guy named Todd who I supposedly convinced to kill himself via may painting a "suicide demon" on my car. There is a picture of Etiole on my car, that is what they are calling "a suicide demon"



UPDATE: February 27, 2022:

Do not underestimate either my willingness or how far I will go to protect my murdered son's grave from being destroyed by the bastards who are the @FBI s number one suspects in having killed him. The ONLY reason that bitch is hell bent on digging up my farm is because she wants to destroy the evidence of my baby having been murdered by golf clubs.

I'm sick of my mother and my mothers shit head Atwater relatives. They won't stop focusing on the cats. They are lost in a delusional refusal to face reality and that is impeding the fbi investigation of the murder of my baby and the crippling of my spine, because all either of them will do is say there was no baby and tell everyone lies about me and I don't like it. My baby is dead and that has nothing to do with the cats and I'm sick of my mother and her filthy Atwater thugs both ignoring what happened at the college 2 years before the cat event happened AND daily arriving to bully me and say it was “RoseMary’s Baby” and not a real baby because it was a demon, because Etiole was a from.

 

Etiole is not a demon, my baby with him was not a demon, you murdered my fucking baby because you are retarded religion crazed jackasses. Get the fuck out of my life and go burn were evil people like you belong!

 

I'm tired of every time I mention the baby that was murdered November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College,  they wave their hand in my face and say, "no you're just upset about the cats". The cats happened May 14, 2015 and those cats were not mine, they were my mother's cats, that she hid in my motorhome because her landlord Nick didn’t know she had 13 cats in her Birch St apartment. And he evicted her a year later when he found out the cats were hers.

That's why SHE is the one making a fuss about them, not me. I'm not the one running around yapping about the cats constantly,  she is. I'm talking about my son. 

 

My baby boy that was murdered by 3 attackers wielding golf clubs in the SMCC parking lot. A blond woman whom the redhaired woman called Claire, a redhaired woman who the blond woman called Kendra, both in their 60sish, and a bald man in his 30ish.

 

I'm not talking about my mother's cats, I'm talking about my child. What the fuck is wrong with these people? 

 

As for my car … did you all forget when and why I painted it? May 12, 2014. Mother's day. The first mother day after my baby was murdered. I painted my Volo on mother's day to divert my mind from killing myself. That's why I painted my car 9 years ago and you all know that, I've said as much hundreds of times.

Ty Mother and the Atwaters are refusing to acknowledge the baby because also refuse to acknowledge Etiole, a local homeless Jewish man who is the baby's father. 

My Mother and the Atwaters are so damned bigoted and religion crazed that all they’ve ever done is call Etiole a demon or an alien, since the first day they ever saw him: September 23, 1978.

It’s been almost 50fucking years that they’ve harassed him because of what he looks like and harassed me because I won’t let them beat him to death. 

They fully 100% believe he is not human and they run around slandering him every chance they can get and they’ve been doing it for 50 fucking years now. 

And THAT is the ONLY reason, they are doing what they are doing right now. 

 

They have NO RIGHT to be on my land. They are fucking trespassing.

Because they are so damned brainwashed by their fucking religions, that they can’t stop believing anyone who is physically deformed MUST be a Demon.

 

And they’ve spent the last 9 years daily hounding me and whooping and cheering joyous celebration over “killing the demon” as they refer to my baby.

 

In you hadn’t watched the local news - January 2022 - there was a massive FBI raid on Main Street and Cutts Street Biddeford, Maine. 8 of the men who have been roaming Southern Maine beating up pregnant women with golf clubs, were arrested and are now in jail where they belong, soon to be moved to federal prison.

And THAT is what has got the Atwaters in a frenzy now, digging up my land in Old Orchard Beach. They are desperately trying to find my dead baby’s unmarked grave, because they know his gold club shattered skull is very damning evidence for them, now that the FBI made a move and started arresting a bunch of their thugs.

 

And those arrested that just happened, they happened because the FBI phone number was painted on my car and locals in Biddeford, came forward with witness testimony of the attacks.

 

What my mother and the Atwaters are doing is cruel and evil and hateful, and I’m sick of it.

They don’t care about or my life, and my baby or his life. As can be seen by the fact of how he died.

The FBI is still trying to ID the bond Claire woman and the redhaired Kendra woman. They caught the bald man with the 4 door white pick up truck, we now know who he is - the son of the Old Orchard Beach police dispatch woman, the woman who would never let any 911 calls begging for help while these attacks were happening, go through.

Don't be surprised if you see the signs - all 144 of them - go back up in my driveway. Because I'm fucking sick of being harassed, and the agreement to keep the signs down, specified that EVERYONE in Old Orchard Beach - ALL RESIDENTS would NEVER HARASS ME again. You people have broken your agreement. I'm painting new signs as we speak.

EVERYONE - includes real estate agents, developers, contractors, construction workers, and any Atwater bitch who thinks they have the right to daily show up at my Biddeford apartment to say: "What are we going to do about Wendy, she can't keep that land, I need a downpayment on a house, she is going to sell her land and give me the money or else!"

Burn in hell you fucking bitch, and take all your fucking Atwater shitheads with you.

There are more then 500 graves on my farm - more than half of them Native American, some of them buried as far back as the 1400s. I WILL NOT let you touch those graves. I take my job as the guardian of these graves VERY SERIOUSLY. And you WILL have an all out war on your hands if you dare touch them.

Now she's threatening to dig up the graves on my land.

My dead baby means a hell of a lot more to me, then her fucking house. She never gave a damn when my baby died, but look at what she did when the cats died. Her priorities are fucked up.

My dead baby means a hell of a lot more to me, then her fucking house. She never gave a damn when my baby was murdered. But look at what she did when the murderers returned and killed the cats!

Look at what she is STILL doing about the fucking cats!

That's all she cares about. Those damned dead cats and her glut lust to have a mansion in KennebunkPort.

Her priorities are fucked up.

She doesn't give a damn about Human life.

And you know what's worse, the FBI thinks she, her sister Barbara, her brother Bruce, and their friends Claire and Kendra, where the people wearing the fake KuKluxKlan robes and hoods on November 14, 2013, when they used golf clubs to beat my baby to death and break my spine leaving me crippled for the rest of my life. 

Her, Barbara, Bruce, Claire, and Kendra - those are the FBI’s #1 suspects in the murder of my baby, November 14, 2013.

And what the hell is with people mixing up me and my mother? 

I'm NOT the one hell bent on a house. I have been willfully homeless for decades I have no desire for the confines of a house. The one running around yapping hysterics about a house IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about cats. The one running around yapping hysterics about cats IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about Todd, I don't even know who Todd is! I don't know any one named Todd! The one running around yapping hysterics about Todd IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about Mark and Dan and Watson, I don't even know who Mark and Dan and Watson are! I don't know anyone named Mark or Watson and the only Dan I know is my cousin and it's clearly not him she's talking about. The one running around yapping hysterics about Mark and Dan and Watson IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one putting curses on people. I don't believe in curses. The one running around yapping hysterics about curses and claiming she's casting death spells on people IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about demons. I don't believe in demons. The one running around yapping hysterics about demons and calling Etiole a demon IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one calling Etiole a demons. I don't believe in demons. Etiole is a local homeless man and Etiole isn't even his name, I don't use his real name online to protect his identity. I'm not the one who calls him Etiole either. Etiole is the name the Atwaters call him. The one running around yapping hysterics about demons and calling Etiole a demon IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about aliens or UFOs or alien abduction. I don't believe in aliens or UFOs or alien abduction. The one running around yapping hysterics about aliens or UFOs or alien abduction IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one calling Etiole an alien. I don't believe in aliens and besides that, Etiole is a local homeless man. The one running around yapping hysterics and calling Etiole an alien IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

I'm NOT the one talking about Voodoo dolls and Voodoo curses. Voodoo has nothing to do with Voodoo dolls and curses. Voodoo dolls and curses are mumbo-jumbo made up by Hollywood movies and have nothing to do with the Voodoo religion at all. Voodoo is a branch of the Catholic Church. Look it up. Voodoo is a Christian religion. A Voodoo Priest is a type of Catholic Monk. A Voodoo Priestess is a type of Catholic Nun. Voodoo does not cast curses or use voodoo dolls. The one running around yapping hysterics about Voodoo dolls and Voodoo curses IS MY MOTHER NOT ME!

Open your eyes people. Me and my mother don't look that much alike. You should be able to tell the difference between me and her.

Stop showing up in my yard to to attack me because of some fucking shit you argued with my mother about.

If you've got a problem with my mother, take it up with her not me.

Her, Barbara, Bruce, Claire, and Kendra - those are the FBI’s #1 suspects in the murder of my baby, November 14, 2013.

No, I have no updates on Etiole.

He was shot, by a local lunatic.

No, he's not okay.

And I am getting sick of this fucking ass rumour of Etiole being an alien or a demon.

The fact of Etiole being an alien is a stupid urban myth started by some crazy ass locals.

The fact of Etiole being a demon is a stupid urban legend created by some religion crazed nuts.

Etiole is an old man covered with acid burns. His skin is white and face disfigured from acid burns. He's not an alien and he's not a demon. And you people who call him an alien and call him a demon, you're all fucking crazy. 

Etiole is a homeless Jewish man who has no skin because he was tortured in a Nazi concentration camp in France during WW2. He came to Maine in 1953 with a bunch of other refugees, He has post traumatic stress disorder really bad and he's terrified of people. He can't function in normal society, so hides in the forests. He's not an alien, he's not a demon, he's not a cryptid. He's a disfigured old man, now in late 90s. He barely get around. He doesn't you people harassing him like this. Why can't you people leave him alone? Why are you all so damned desperate to believe in aliens or demons that you have to harass a helpless old man? Leave him alone. Why can't you leave him alone? What is wrong with you people?

Read The Amphibious Aliens article, https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html where way back in 2007, I DEBUNKED every one of you stupid ass alien, cryptic, demon, and haunted car rumours. Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World's Most Haunted Car, goes over every event from the 1970s, that started the fucking rumour, and lists off how every alien, demon, and haunted car rumour was proven to be nothing but a hoax started by my mother's brother  Mervin Bruce Atwater. Every single one of those rumours was started by that one man, and were proven to ALL be hoaxes he perpetrated to try to get money out of Dr Larochelle, the man who hit Mervin's younger sister with a car. They tried to convince the old doctor his car had a demon living in it and they scammed the doctor out of $20,000 back in the 1970s. THAT is how and why the demon car rumour got started. I bought the car in 1975. Etiole started living in it in 1978. And that is how me and Etiole got dragged into the fucking ass rumours about a demon car.

The article Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World's Most Haunted Car DEBUNKS ALL of the alien, cryptid, demon, and haunted car rumours. Every last one of them.

The car is not haunted and Etiole is not a demon.

You people who believe my car is haunted or think that Etiole is a demon, you are all fucking retarded.

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I'm sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

I'm sick of you people harassing me and Etiole over stupid shit started by brain dead idiots.

If you are having problems with my mother, tell FBI agent Andy Drewer about it not me. Have information, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Have information about the murder of my baby, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Have information about any of the attacks on my family, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Have information about the people who shot Etiole, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

If you have information about anything, call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 and give it to him, not me.

https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html





UPDATE March 8, 2022

One sign is back up. 

How many more go up, is dependent upon YOU.

From now on, every time one of you Old Orchard Beach, Pine Point, or Biddeford shitheads decides to harass me, I'm going to put up another sign.

If you want no more, then you better make dammed sure you keep your friends and family and neighbors out of my yard and out of my life. I'm not selling my land, and I'll not let you dig up those graves.

Burn in hell.

No means no.

And I'm tired of saying no.

Just like rapist, you refuse to take no for an answer.

No. I'm not selling my land and giving you the money so you can buy a house in Kennebunk.

I've said no to you every single week since August 2021. And your current threats to dig up the graves on my land and move them to your land, is why the signs are going back up.

I'm tired of you bullying me.

I'm tired of your threats.

I'm tired of your gaslighting.

I'm tired of your lies.

You keep saying "After all I've done for you!" What have you done for me? When I was 8 years old you locked me in a racoon trap and left me there for 27 years, only letting me out on Sundays so you could parade me around in the Cape Elizabeth and Saco Ward Mormon churches to pedophile priests who paid you so they could rape me. That's why you never had a job until 5 years ago, because you made plenty selling your pre-teen daughter for sex to dirty old men.

You drove a foundation nail through my hip when I was 6 years old.

From the tie I was 14 until I was 42 years old I was near mute, because you broke my jaw with a brick. I was 42 when I had surgery to rebuild my jaw, that's why I can talk today.

You never allowed me or my bothers to go to school or doctors.

YOU took a sledge hammer to my 1974 AMC Gremlin, my 1976 AMC Gremlin, my 1976 AMC Hornet, my Olds station wagon, and you took a chain saw to my 1964 Dodge 330 the worlds most haunted car, the real Christine. YOU did that.

Since 1978 you have harassed me and me boyfriend, the one you call Etiole, because YOU believe he's a demon because of his skin deformities. You and your sister and your brothers contacted MUFON and told them lies about me and Etiole both. You called him the amphibious alien and claimed he had abducted me. Your alien abduction hoax, almost got him killed in 1997 and again in 2007 when ufo crazies arrived in my yard calling him an EBE and trying to shoot him "for science". An elderly man, a French, Jewish Nazis concentration camp survivor who lives in the forest because his PTSD and fear of people is so bad. A man who is scarred with acid burns from being tortured in WW2 and is neither a demon nor an alien and who deeply traumatized by YOUR endless harassment.

It was YOUR friends who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013 because YOU paid them $600 to do so. Because you thought without a house I would sell my land. But I wasn't the one living in that house. My dad lived there. All you did was put him in a Biddeford apartment. I was already living in the tent since May 9, 2006, and I had the Biddeford apartment since February 13, 2007. 

It was YOUR friends who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013, while I was 8 months pregnant with Etiole's baby. That they murdered, on YOUR orders, because as YOU put it "It's RoseMary's Baby" while you gibbered about some horror movie about demon babies.

That was YOUR own grandchild that YOU hired those people to kill.

April 10, 2015, YOU broke into my motorhome, put YOUR 13 cats in it, them then brought YOUR friends to attack my family.

We now know the owner of the 4-door white truck, was YOUR visiting teach, Kathy, the driver who tried to kill me, was her son, and the reason the 911 calls didn't go through during each attack, was because she was the 911 dispatcher and her son, driving her 4door white pick up truck, only attacked me she was on duty. They were YOUR friends from the Saco Ward church, YOUR church, attacking YOUR daughter on YOUR orders.

Since August 2021, you arrive at my apartment 3 times a week, to tell me I need to put curses on people at your workplace, citing that I have to, because you're my mother and I'm demon possessed and I should be putting my demons to good use by helping you kill three people you don't like at work.

I'm sick of you calling me demon possessed.

I'm sick of you demanding curses.

You have a severe mental problem and you need psychiatric help.

I'm sick of you spreading slanderous lies about me telling every one around town I cast curses and death spells, when I've never done either.

November 19, 2021, YOU friend Todd commit suicide and YOU told YOUR friends, that me and Etiole used suicide demons to drive him in front of a train.

YOUR friend Todd, who I did NOT know and had never heard of until 6 of YOUR friends showed up at Rotary Park November 21, 2021 to gun down Etiole while screaming that they were "killing the suicide demon", while we were walking my dog.

Something YOU now brag that YOU tricked YOUR friends into do, because you needed to get Etiole off my land in order to convince me to sell it and give YOU the money for a down payment on a house in Kennebunk.

Christmas Eve 2021, you arrived at MY apartment in Biddeford, STOLE my father's psychiatric medicine, medicine he needs to keep him NOT violent, because he has extremely violent schizophrenia and one hell of a criminal record that requires him to never be in the same room with a gun, let alone never have one. He was committed to a mental ward in 2007, and they ONLY let him out because he came to Biddeford to live with ME in MY apartment, and I was monitoring his meds.

After YOU stole his medicine, you took him with you daily to Kennebunk, to a mansion by Bush's house, to daily tell him, you would give him that house if he forced me to sell my land and give you the money from my land to buy that Kennebunk house.

Tell, me, what of THOSE things, is YOU doing anything FOR me?

No, means, no.

I'm done saying NO to you.

You are nothing but a land rapist.

Just like a rapist you refuse to accept No for an answer.

Every week since August 2021, I've said no to you.

No, I will not sell my land and hand you the money so you can buy a house in Kennebunk.

No, means no.

And no, I'm not happy with the fact that because I won't sell my land and give you the money, you are now threatening to dig up the graves on my land and move them to your land.

No, I'm not happy with you saying "You don't need the land, you don't use it, I need a house in Kennebunk, you ought to want to sell your land and give me the money!"

Yes, I do use my land.

Yes, I did see the car YOU dumped behind my motorhome. You have till the end of summer to get it off my land or the police are taking it.

What I do with my land is none of your damned business.

And for your information, my land is where I write my novels. I sit on the hill, and I write every day, all summer long. The only reason I didn't in 2021 is because I had Covid for 3 months.

No, telling me that my grandmother's evil spirit is haunting my land. also does not inspire me to want to sell it.

YOU are an evil, hate fill, mean, cruel, sadistic, child abusing, vindictive sociopath.

Get psychiatric help.

You need it.

What you are doing is wrong and you know it. You won't be so upset about what is painted on my car, if you didn't know it.

You can't hide from the truth forever. 

You can't hide your sins, your crimes, your cruelties forever.

Good things will never come to you, until you stop doing evil things to those around you.


Don't forget, my camera runs 24/7 and it's a simple matter of my uploading the video footage of you doing and saying things thing. Plus a lot of it, you said and did while I was livestreaming so people online have already seen and heard you say and do these things.

Yes, I even have video footage of the 4 bicycle brats who chased the homeless man into the train November 2021.

EVERYTHING, I have said here I have video footage of. That is WHY the FBI have been able to arrest so many people these past few months, in Biddeford.

Cutting the wires off our house November 2021 - you did on a livestream. People saw you do it WHILE you were doing it. 

All 2 of the FedEx workers you demanded death curses for - you did on a livestream.

Stealing my dad's meds - you did on a livestream.

Saying "What are we going to do about Wendy, she can't keep that land, I need a house" - you did on a livestream.

Threatening to dig up the graves on my land - you did on a livestream.

All that n-word stuff you said about the black men at your workplace - you did on a livestream.

People been seeing and hearing you live. They've already seen and heard a lot.

How do you plan to explain away all the hundreds of hours of video footage I have of you breaking into my bedroom during a live stream to threaten me, my family, my land?












To the people who asked about weird emails that you claim you got from someone claiming to be me, here are a few things to consider:

#1: I DO NOT use email and I NEVER have. if you get a letter from me it is going to be written in ink on paper, and in a stamped envelope the mail truck delivered to your mailbox at the end of your driveway. Since 1997 my aunt Barbara has been sending emails out to people CLAIMING they were from me, so in all likelihood whatever you got was actually from her. Her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater did the same thing throughout the early 2000s. And 57 of their children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren have done it at well. No, I’m not special. They do this to THOUSANDS of people. They run a medical scam and pretend to be LOTS of big name famous authors, hoping you’ll click whatever link they put in the email, because the link is going to open a .exe phishing program to steal your credit card data and medical records. The FBI is currently investigating their medical fraud, email fraud, scam operation, so if you ARE getting emails claiming to be from me, PLEASE print up the email ad take it to the FBI office on Middle Street in Portland, Maine. FBI Agent Andy Drewer is in charge of not only the investigation of the 2015 murder of my family, but he is also in charge of the email impersonation fraud, and the stalker doing the email fraud.

#2: As you have stated, the topic of the emails is Etiole... do know that I have NEVER talked about Etiole, with ANYONE, online or offline. Unlike my mother, and her sister, my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, I happen to respect people’s privacy. As I have said before: Etiole is a Jewish, French, Nazi concentration camp refugee who came to Maine in 1953 with a boatload of about 300 other concentration camp survivors. He is covered with acid burns, so his skin looks ghastly white and horrifically disfigured, which is why he lives in the swamps around the Saco River. he is now in his 90s and is still as homeless as he was in the 1950s. He has severe posttraumatic stress disorder, can not speak/is mute, does not have the mental capacity to function in normal society on any level what so ever, and me and a few others have been taking care of him, giving him food and clothing and supplies and medical attention since 1978. There is nothing else you need to know. You do not need to know where he is or how to find him. If you want to see him, go to y livestream/video archive and watch the VOD where I visited him on livestream so you could see what he looked liked and how crippling his metal condition really is.

#3: I feel I shouldn’t have to say this, but apparently I do NEED to say this: Etiole is NOT an alien, nor is he a demon. The article Amphibious Aliens is free to read online. It goes over all the details of both the alien rumours and the demon rumours and debunks them all, while proving all the proof, including medical records and documentation of the people behind the rumour.

#4: The ONLY person who ever claimed I was abducted by aliens was my uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, who was the leader of the Mane division of Heaven’s Gate for over 40 years. Heaven’s Gate if you do not know, was the UFO suicide cult who murdered 39 people with poisoned Kool-Aid in California in 1997, because Comet HaleBop flew over that night.

#5: I found out about my so-called alien abduction in 2007, when a MUFON tour group showed up in my yard asking to interview me. They carried with them more than a dozen books by various UFO/alien experts and over 100 newspaper articles, all featuring interviews with my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, interviews all from the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s, all of them telling of how I was supposedly a demon possessed child, whose best friend was an alien named Etiole. It was 2007, and it was the first time I had ever heard the term “alien abduction” I didn’t even know what it was. The MUFON group - a group of 30,000 people - standing in my driveway 2007 all wanted to interview me as they pointed out NONE of the 30+ years of several hundred interviews with my aunts and uncles, not ONE of the interviews was WITH ME. This was the source of the April 2007 article titled Amphibious Aliens, where I shocked the MUFON world with the revelation that I was NOT an alien abductee, nor had I ever claimed to be one. It also infuriated me to find out that my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater had been running around telling people about Etiole, as I had never told ANYONE - NOT EVEN THEM - about Etiole. It turns out my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater go their alien and demon stories about Etiole from my mother and THIS is WHY I disowned my mother, shun her, and have had nothing to do with her, or her sister my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, since 2007. The slanderous alien and demon, gossip, rumours, and lies my mother and her sister my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater spread about me and Etiole are deplorable and I HATE my mother and her sister my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, and I hope they burn in hell for the alien and demon shit they pulled on me and my homeless boyfriend.

#6: That same Amphibious Aliens article ALSO debunks the stupid ass haunted car rumours. My 1964 Dodge 330 is NOT haunted and we fucking proved that. And AGAIN, the haunted car rumour, is sourced to my aunt Barbara and her brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater. That car ran over my aunt Barbara when she was 2 years old. At the time, the car belonged to Dr. Larochelle of Ocean Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine. My than 2-year-old aunt Barbara almost died and her older brothers Richard Merlin Atwater and Mervin Bruce Atwater and David Atwater, came up with a haunted car/demon possession hoax to scam that elderly doctor out of $20,000, which my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater spent on a 3 year trip to Hawaii in 1973. The Atwaters scammed and terrorized the doctor so badly, that he sold the car to me in 1975 for $5 because he was convinced it was attacking people. The car became famous in 1983 when my then neighbour Stephen King used the demon possession story of my car as the basis for his book Christine. He named the car Christine because Christine is my real name and I owned the actual car. Stephen King returned 10 years later in 1994 to film the Thinner movie in my yard, because I’m the real world “Gypsy Witch” (priestess) that he based his fictional Gypsy Witch in Thinner off of. The movies Christine and Thinner are what in turn made ME famous, and started locals accusing me of being a witch with a demon car.

And as for the fucking Thinner movie - those bastards were trespassers. They just showed up unannounced, barged in, set up filming, without permits or licenses or contracts or permission or even telling us ahead of time that they were coming. No one in Stephen King’s crew acted legally, we are not in that movie willingly, they were not on our farm legally, no one ever received a penny for any of it, and to make things worse, Steven King had no right or permission to go o late night television and tell people my home address and tel his fucking fans to “go visit the Thinner Gypsies of Saco Maine”. They had no right to be on my farm, they had no right to be filming my family. They just dropped in one day. We had no clue who they were or why they were there and it took us fucking 5 hours to chase those trespassing bastards and their film crew off our farm.

In short: I don’t use email, so you NEVER got an email from me. I’m not a witch. My car isn’t haunted. Etiole is not a demon. Etiole is also not an alien. And I was never abducted by aliens.

Also, I don’t know what you are talking about with the house stuff. I’m NOT trying to build a house, I’ve NEVER tried to build a house, I have never applied for a house permit, I’ve never been denied for a house permit because I’ve never even tried to get one. You clearly have me mixed up with someone else.

I’m at 146 Portland Ave. I have 2 neighbours who are building a house: 144 Portland Ave next door to me and 139 Portland Ave across the street from me. I think you mean one of them. My neighbour at 144, has been trying to build a house for 17 years and the town hall has been giving them the runaround. I think SHE at 144 Portland Ave is the one you mean, not me at 146. You seem to have us mixed up somehow.

SHE at 144 is the one putting in a septic system, not me at 146. I’m the one with the pink motorhome and the 35-year-old black Volvo. she’s the one with the brand new big black car and the log cabin house.

You have seriously mixed the two of us up big time.

Understandable considering it was HER family at 144 fighting with the Cyr Clan over a septic tank in 2014, and the Cyr Clan hired a hitman who accidentally murdered MY children, ten of them and nailed their heads to my motorhome door, at 146 than the white-haired man with the green pick-up truck has spent the last 7 years TELLING YOU via running up the street knocking on doors, tell you that it was EelKat trying to build a house, ONLY telling you that to try to cover his ass for mixing up my children at 146 when it was my neighbours children at 144 that was the ACTUAL target.

This is not speculation, the FBI have 100% positive proof that she and her children, not me and my children were the intended target because her family was having a fight with some Connecticut based heroin drug gang that calls itself the Cyr Clan over the septic tank. The hit men the Cyr Clan hire got the wrong house when they murdered my family. And now the Cyr Clan’s trying to convince you that I was the one building a house. I have no interest in a house. Why would I? I’m a Gypsy, I’ve never lived in a house. I’ve always lived in cars and tents my whole life. I have no interest in a house on any level whatsoever. I don’t NEED one, I never have. And you local people should know that. When my health is bad, I rent apartments in Biddeford. I’ve done this for 50 years now. You know that. You ALL know that. I’ve owned 146 Portland Ave since 1975. You people know me. Why are you pretending you don’t?

I’m the feral child who lived in a cage in a woodshed from the time I was 8 until I was 31. Did you all forget that? Etiole was the local homeless man who used to break into the woodshed and break the lock off the cage and take me out into the swamp to hide me from my bastard uncles. Did you forget that too? The ONLY reason any of you spread your fucking rumours and lies about me and Etiole, calling me a witch and Etiole a demon or alien, and spreading lies about me building houses, is because my Uncle Bruce and his Heaven’s Gate friends, told you those lies.

Did you forget what Heaven’s Gate is, what they fucking did? They are an UFO Alien Cult, who murdered 39 people with poisoned koolaid, because they comet Hale Bop was God’s fucking mother ship. They see fucking aliens EVERYWHERE. In everything. And THEY are the ones who started the stupid ass rumour of Etiole being an alien.

Look at the SOURCE of the alien abduction rumour. My Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater. One of George Applewhite’s thugs. George Applewhite, a follower of Jim Jones, that’s WHY they killed everyone with kool-aid, because they were fans of Jim Jones, and they wanted to jump onboard God’s mothership like Jonestown did! Did you forget that? THAT fucking lunatic, a fan of Jim Jones, who worked for George Applewhite, called Etiole an alien, because Bruce CALLED EVERYONE aliens.

Bruce locked me in a cage, and Etiole broke me out of it and hide me in the swamps, and THAT is what Bruce called an alien abduction. But Etiole is no alien. He’s just a local homeless man. Etiole’s not even his name. I don’t tell anyone his name to protect him from you fucking jackasses who are too stupid to believe he’s just a normal man. My uncle Buce is a fucking lunatic who spends 24 hours a day gibbering madness and nonsense about aliens and demons.

As for the garbage that keeps being dumped on my land… you have all SEEN the big green dump truck with the black and silver striped nose, that illegally trespasses on my land and dumps that fucking garbage.

Open your eyes and look around. You can SEE the truth. The house being built is at 144 Portland Ave NOT 146. You can SEE that, now that the house is up.

Like I’ve been saying right along, it is NOT me building a house. It NEVER has been. I don’t know why you let that idiot try to gaslight you with lies about me building a house, when you can SEE the house is NOT going up on MY land. It’s going up on my NEIGHBOUR’S land.

I know you people are NOT THAT stupid. The white-haired man with the green pickup truck is LYING to you, and you can SEE that for yourselves, just by looking at WHICH property the house is being built on.

Look around... does it LOOK like there is a house being built at 146 Portland Ave where the pink motorhome is? Use your brain and open your eyes. See the truth. The truth will set you free.

Now look next door to 144, you CAN SEE that THEY NOT ME are the one building a house, now that it’s almost finished.

I’d say the white-haired man in the green pickup truck has a lot of explaining to do, like explaining WHY h’s hell bent on trying to convince the town I’m the one putting up a house, when I’ve never even applied for a building permit. Building permits are public record. Go look at the town hall for yourself.

Also, please explain to me HOW the white-haired man with the green pick truck has such very detailed info about the murder of my family, when the records are sealed, not public access, and about 90% of the details were withheld from the public and are know ONLY to myself, the murderer, the police, and FBI? There is ZERO public access to the stuff h is saying happened on April 10, 2015... you know that, right? So HOW did he get the info he has? Explain THAT.

please report any future such emails you receive to FBI agent Andy Drewer 207-774-9322

>>>I’m just more cowardly than they are and I’m afraid of the truth and criticism. In your opinion, what makes someone mean?

When I think of mean, I think of my uncles. 3 in particular. My mother had 12 older brothers and 3 of them all claimed to be “king” (we are Gypsies, Gypsy Kings are a thing). And they fought over it badly. They ended up jointly ruling over the clan, each competing with each other to out-king the other, each doing progressively meaner things to the clan members, especially the female children.

Things they did, just to me, included:

When I was 4 Uncle Bruce stabbed me with a foundation nail - an iron rod over 2 feet long - he drove into my hip, through my pelvis and out my other thigh. I have been crippled and walked with a cane since I was a toddler, because of it. His reason? I was unable to memorize the entirety of chapter 1 of the book of Genesis.

When I was 8 years old, same uncle locked me in a cage that was made for trapping raccoons. He gave me 1 salted herring fish to eat once every 12 days. He let me out only on Sundays to go to church. I lived in that cage for 27 years, until the Heaven’s Gate FBI raid shut down Heaven’s Gate in 1997, after they killed 39 people with Kool-aid. Yes, I am THAT EelKat, the child who lived in a cage, the feral child you see pictures of in almost every college Psychology book. I am the child who survived Heaven’s Gate because I was locked in a cage in a woodshed when they drank their kool aid under the shadow of comet HaleBop. I was 31 years old when the FBI raid rescued me from that cage.

When I was 14 years old, because I was unable to recite from memory the entire book, all chapters of Ecclesiastes, that same uncle beat me in the face with a cinder block brick, breaking my jaw, and cause me to be “mute” until had surgery to fix my jaw when I was 42 years old. From the time I was 14 until 42, I was unable to speak due to the damage of my jaw.

In those 27 years from age 8 to age 31, I was let out of the cage every Sunday to be taken to church and sold or $12k to the priests, who raped me repeatedly, weekly, for 27 years.

While my uncle helped Applewhite to run Heaven’s Gate, he fled the night of Hale Bop. He did not kill himself with everyone else.

Social workers took me after the FBI raid. It took them years to teach me how to not be terrified by the sight of Humans. They say I suffer from having no outward sign of emotions, and that it was caused by my never having experienced a single good event in my early life.

At the time of the FBI raid at 144, 146, and 148 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, I was one of more than 120 girls the FBI rescued out of cages. All of whom had been raped hundreds of times by priests from Cape Elizabeth, Saco, and Sanford wards of the LDS/Mormon church. Including 16 bishops, an OOB town manager, and several OOB motel owners, all of whom were in the habit of paying $12k to rape girls under the age of 10 years old.

The man with the green truck, who likes to spread rumours about me and Etiole and my house, was one of Bruce’s top customers. He had a thing for numbers and raped 7-year-olds, 14-year-olds, and 21-year-olds because he was obsessed with doing everything in 7s.

After years of social workers teaching me how to live with normal, not abusive Humans. I was 37 when I got my GED and while I was at the high school doing that, those uncles built a grease fryer bomb burned my house down to punish me for getting a GED.

2 years later, while I was in college taking classes to learn grammar and writing, three of them, that same uncle and 2 women I had never seen before, arrived at the college armed with golf clubs and attacked me when I was coming out of the college. I was 8 months pregnant at the time. They killed my baby, broke my spine, broke my hip, broke my pelvis, broke my knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to get out of the wheelchair and relearn to walk, and to this day I am still crippled.

That’s the price I paid to learn how to read and write, in a culture that believes it is okay to execute women who commit the sin of learning how to write.

August 8, 2013, that same uncle paid a local construction worker $600 to drive a backhoe over my house.

April 10, 2015, that same uncle and a group of 74 members of the new reorganized Heaven’s Gate, attacked my farm. 14 men held me down with guns to my head, while the others used hand band saws to kill and behead 10 of my 12 children and then nailed their heads to my door.

And it’s very easy to Google the news reports and photos of all of it.

That is what I think of when I hear the word “mean”. My uncle Bruce was a very mean person.

My uncle Bruce Mervin Atwater is a monster. And he calls EVERYONE an alien abductee or a demon. Did you fucking forget that?

No, I have no updates on Etiole.

He was shot by a local lunatic.

No, he’s not okay.

And I am getting sick of this fucking ass rumour of Etiole being an alien or a demon.

The fact of Etiole being an alien is a stupid urban myth started by some crazy ass locals.

The fact of Etiole being a demon is a stupid urban legend created by some religion crazed nuts.

Etiole is an old man covered with acid burns. His skin is white and face disfigured from acid burns. He’s not an alien, and he’s not a demon. And you people who call him an alien and call him a demon, you’re all fucking crazy.

Etiole is a homeless Jewish man who has no skin because they tortured him in a Nazi concentration camp in France during WW2. He came to Maine in 1953 with a bunch of other refugees. He has posttraumatic stress disorder really bad and he’s terrified of people. He can’t function in normal society, so hides in the forests. He’s not an alien, he’s not a demon, he’s not a cryptid. He’s a disfigured old man, now in late 90s. He barely get around. He doesn’t you people harassing him like this. Why can’t you people leave him alone? Why are you all so damned desperate to believe in aliens or demons that you have to harass a helpless old man? Leave him alone. Why can’t you leave him alone? What is wrong with you people?

Read The Amphibious Aliens article, where back in 2007, I DEBUNKED every one of you stupid ass alien, cryptic, demon, and haunted car rumours. Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World’s Most Haunted Car, goes over every even from the 1970s, that started the fucking rumour, and lists off how every alien, demon, and haunted car rumour was proven to be nothing but a hoax started by Mervin Bruce Atwater. Every single one of those rumours was started by that one man, and were proven to ALL be hoaxes he perpetrated to try to get money out of Dr Larochelle, the man who hit Mervin’s younger sister with a car. They tried to convince the old doctor his car had a demon living in it and they scammed the doctor out of $20,000 back in the 1970s. THAT is how and why the demon car rumour got started. I bought the car in 1975. Etiole started living in it in 1978. And that is how me and Etiole got dragged into the fucking ass rumours about a demon car.

The article Amphibious Aliens The Story of Etiole and The World’s Most Haunted Car DEBUNKS ALL of the alien, cryptid, demon, and haunted car rumours. Every last one of them.

The car is not haunted and Etiole is not a demon.

You people who believe my car is haunted or think that Etiole is a demon, you are all fucking retarded.

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I’m sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

I’m sick of you people harassing me and Etiole over stupid shit started by brain dead idiots.

And the same goes for the so-called World’s Most Haunted Car. That rumour was started by the same person. That car was proved years ago, to have a mechanical issue that caused it to start and drive ahead until it hit something. No one ever thought to look at the starter. I’m the 3rd owner of the car. I changed the malfunctioning starter and a so called ‘haunted” stuff the car did, went away. It was a problem with the starter, only that and nothing more.

And these people in Biddeford right now, getting you all worked up - if you hadn’t noticed they ARE Mervin Bruce Atwater’s family.

So it’s STILL the same one fucking person running around getting things stirred up. The Atwaters. My fucking uncles. Like usual.

Yesterday at Rotary Park, Biddeford, Maine, a group of people armed with rifles, went down the track team trail behind the soccer field and started shooting... scared the crap out of the 50 or so children and their 100+ parents, got the 30+ dogs in the dog park howling... the sky filled with thousands of Canadian geese, and the park goers assumed the group was hunting geese and started commenting on the fact that hunting was not allowed in Rotary Park.

A few minutes later, a grey/white haired, bearded man, who looks a lot like Kenny Rogers, but not as fat, with a black dog of a German Shepard-Lab mix look, and a woman with pageboy greyish-blond hair, both about late 60s, marched up to me in the park, bragged they had killed Etiole, stating that he has caused their son whom they called “Todd” to jump in front of a train 3 days earlier.

You know what, I knew that homeless man and HE never mentioned it.

You people are just looking for someone to blame, and think because I’m not white, I wear a hijab, and I have a mural painting on my car, you think you are justified on pointing blame at me for something I had no part in.

That homeless man was obsessed with the fact that his dog and son had been taken away from him.

It’s NOT the evil eye as they called it. It’s The eye of The Grigori Archangels aka The Watchers, from the Apocrypha in the Bible. It’s the blue wings of the Seraphim Archangels aka The Watchers. The Watchers are my Guardian angels. I paint them on everything, I sew it on tapestries, it’s on my car, my motorhome, I embroider it on pillows and clothes, paint it on mirrors, paint canvases art for art galleries with it. It’s the blue eyes wings of the archangels as described in the Bible. I’m not sure why they were calling it the Evil Eye.

It’s the Eye of God, the hamsa. A Jewish protection symbol. Etiole’s Jewish, he draws it on everything, so that’s why I do as well.

I’m sick of you jackasses spreading you wild ass rumours about me.

You’re nothing but a bunch of trouble making busy bodies who can’t mind your own fucking business.

I’m not bothering a single damned one of you, so why the fuck are you bothering me?

Why can’t you stupid ass people leave me alone?

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be in my yard.

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be chasing down Etiole.

There is no reason for a damned one of you to be having psychotic meltdowns over my car!

What is wrong with you people?

Fucking brain dead herd mentality that’s all this is.

One of you ran around screaming like a lunatic and rest of you all decided to join in.

But I also ask... WHY would you be scared of me or Etiole? It makes me ask who has been feeding you lies about me? Who has been feeding you lies about Etiole?

I am a crippled elderly woman. I can barely stand up. I’ve been paralyzed and bedridden since the golf club attack November 14, 2013. I’m only just now in 2021 just starting to walk again, and I can barely do that. I have no grip strength so I struggle to even hold me cane. The golf clubs damaged my spine, my nerves, most of my organs don’t function because of the nerve damage to my spine. I struggle to even breath, just sitting up in bed is enough to collapse my lungs. I have no bladder or bowel movement control, I have to wear diapers. What exactly is it you think I can even do?

And Etiole? The old hermit Nazi concentration camp survivor? He’s over 100 years old now, he hasn’t been able to walk, or sit up, or eat on his own, in almost 20 years. He’s dying. What exactly are you expecting him to do?

Etiole is NOT an alien.

Etiole is not a demon.

I am not a witch.

None of my cars are haunted.

I’ve been saying it for years. Why won’t you listen to me?

You are slandering me!

You are slandering Etiole!

You are slandering my cars!

I’m sick of it!

Grow up and go get a damned fucking brain!

I’m sick of you calling Etiole a demon.

I’m sick of you calling Etiole an alien.

I’m sick of you calling me a witch.

I’m sick of you saying one car after another is haunted.

This whole thing boils down to your fucking white privilege. You know that right?

Your white ass can’t stand the fact that we non-white Gypsies live here, so you have to make up stupid ass supernatural spooky shit about us.

You don’t like that I wear the traditional dress of my people instead of dressing like an American, so you feel justified in calling me a witch and making up spook occult lies about me.

I wear hijab and veils and caftan and silk and it bother’s you that I’m not scum diving in trashy t shirts and jeans like the rest of you.

I paint my cars, same as we painted our wagons and vardos for centuries, and it bothers you because it looks different.

Etiole is a Jew, and your anti-Semite white privilege kicks in to hate him for being born Jewish.

Etiole has scars, so you’re scared of him

I’m different.

Etiole’s different.

My cars are different.

And when you get right down to it, that’s ALL any of this is about.

Me, Etiole, and my cars don’t fit in with your fucking ass white privileged ideas of “normal” and that makes you uncomfortable and you try to make the uncomfortable go away by dehumanizing us with your stupid ass rumours.

There are no witches.

There are no aliens.

There are no demons.

There are just a bunch of whinny ass white privileged brats running around making trouble for anyone who’s not white enough for them.

Grow the fuck up!

How To Write Erotica

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SAY NO TO CYBER BULLIES!
END DISCRIMINATION AGAINST AUTISM!

UPDATE: February 20, 2015

I'm sorry. The original content for this page, has been removed.

I have removed all 1,371 of my How-To Articles For Writers in protest to a cyber bully attack.

I have Autism and write Autistic main characters and because of this, a small group of very elitists authors in their own words  said:

"let's dry up her (book) sales"

"retards should not be allowed to write"

"we need to kill her career"

"Let's destroy her career"

"too stupid to live"

"the only good retard is a dead retard"

'the world would be a better place if you just dropped dead"

"people like her need to be shot in the head"

"justified in boycotting retarded books about retarded characters written by retards"

KEEP READING TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED:

(NOTE: It's long - it'll take about 8 hours to read.)

(UPDATE: February 28, 2015: This page now includes an updated re-write of my 2007 Squidoo article "On Being An Adult with Autism")

FAQS About This Situation:

QUESTION: Will you be reposting your articles for authors?

ANSWER: Yes. They will go back online starting around August 2015...BUT...they will no longer be free access, you will have to pay money if you want to read them.


QUESTION: Why did you take your content down?

ANSWER: Short answer is there are people in the world who are mean, cruel, cold-hearted, and take great pleasure in hurting others. I don't like being pushed around by bullies.

Slightly longer short answer is that a small group of authors, after using my articles to jump start their writing careers, decided to make an active attempt to boycott me and my books.

In their own words they said:

"let's dry up her (book) sales"

"retards should not be allowed to write"

"we need to kill her career"

"Let's destroy her career"

"too stupid to live"

"the only good retard is a dead retard"

"the world would be a better place if you just dropped dead"

"people like her need to be shot in the head"

"justified in boycotting retarded books about retarded characters written by retards"

This happened at the same time my account had been hacked. How did he/she access my account? Well, I do know the answer to that. Once I realized that my Kboards account, my Twitter account, and my WordPress blog had all 3 been hacked and all sorts of weird posts were being made on all 3 of them. What did the 3 accounts have in common? They all had the same log-in password, which in each case was a very short and easy to guess password, as all 3 of these accounts were made nearly a decade ago with simple 4 letter passwords were all that was needed to be "secure". Yes, that was very stupid of me. I should have changed the passwords and made them stronger, I never did, because...who hacks someone's forum account? You don't think you need a strong password in a place like Kboards, I means, crazy enough to hack an author's forum account?

When I first realized my account had been hacked, I corrected a few dozen of the posts on the Kboards back to their original state and intended to do this with all the hacked posts, but the next day all the corrected posts had been rehacked, and a very snark "Haha! You can't stop me!" message had been added to the forum signature.

That was when I realized the hacker was hacking still and it had not been a 1-time hack. I corrected some more posts, and then watched to see what happened and a few hours later, my signature was changed again, to yet another snarky posts, one which said something about buying 2 new Rolls Royces just to spite other authors. (And while the Rolls Royce is my favorite car and this is a widely known fact, I do not own one.)

A few days later, my Twitter feed suddenly got bombarded with posting dozens and dozens of book promos for Kboards member DW's newest book.

I realized at that post that it was more then just my Kboards account that had been hacked.

And for the record, I NEVER promote another author's book unless I have first read said book, and you will NEVER see me post the link more then once.  

I contacted DW about this and h had no knowledge of why his books were being blasted at a rate of dozens of spam posts an hour via my Twitter account.

I was trying to figure it out when I realized: "OMG! My Twitter account uses the same password as my Kboards account!"

I changed the password on my Twitter account and immediately the bombardment of spam links to other authors' books stopped posting.

I then changed my password on Kboards and the posts stopped being changed. At that point I set out to correcting the posts back to their original form, but then, while I was doing that I got side swiped by JDP/EA's and LG's raging fury, (which in all likelihood was the hacker, retaliating from losing access to my account) and their posts stirring up several other members to join in the herd mentality attack with them, I just said, I really don't want to deal with this.

It's too stressful, I've got too much going on in my life, my health was really bad just then, I was going in for surgery the following week, I just had too many IMPORTANT issues to deal with, I didn't want to have to try to juggle some stupid petty forum war with a bunch of very unprofessional authors who had nothing better to do then fight on a forum.

I mean I they want to act like stupid, childish, unprofessional, spoilt brats, tossing labels and name calling around on a forum, then fine, go ahead, I don't care. It's their own career they are destroying. No good ever comes from attack other people on a forum. Every author who jumps in on something like that is just going to get their career dragged down by it. 

What gets me really mad about all of this, is I just walked out. I never said a word. I never commented, never posted a single forum posts, never said anything on my blog, never said anything on Twitter or FaceBook. Nothing No where. I just walked away. And I was in and out of the hospital from October to February, so I wasn't online that whole time, and I kind of forgot about the Kboards incident.

Well, here it is 6 months later (March 2015) and I'm just getting back online again, and I come to find out that, good god, even though I wasn't even online and I had never once responded to a single thing these people said or did, they were STILL attacking me and dragging my name through the mud and screaming "let's dry up her sales" "we need to destroy her career", and well, that's why 7 months after this started, I've decided enough is enough, it's high time I put my foot down and make a public statement about this.

These people are really getting out of hand. They are just absolutely out of control and I for one and sick and tired of the nasty, filthy, sick-minded rumors, lies, and gossip these people are spreading about me.

I mean the stuff that these people are saying about me, come with a MINIMUM 40 years in prison sentence. The stuff they are saying is VERY serious.  They are falsely accusing me of having done things that I'm not even physically capable of doing. 

The stuff they are saying about me - these are beyond minor little things: they are calling me a pedophile - a crime that has a 40 year prison sentence. They are small minded people who have resorted to making up lies about my sex life, in what they themselves term an attempted to "dry up her sales and kill her career"

This has gone beyond a "normal" little forum war.

Their attacks left the internet and went offline. They did $15,000 of damage to my farm, destroyed my crops, destroyed our source of drinking water, and I ended up in the hospital in critical condition. 

I had to be hospitalized in critical condition on November 14, 2014. That was a Tuesday and the doctors, didn't expect me to make it to the end of the week.

I had a heart attack and went into septic shock.. 

My blood pressure was 70/60 and my heart rate 122.

Doctors freaked out because a red stripe showed up on my left arm, from my shoulder to my hand, and the veins on my neck and chest, turned purple and my chest turned blue.

I'm not sure what that meant, I don't know medical stuff, but they said I almost died.

I was still touch and go until December 27, 2014. And it's now February and I'm still not well enough to drive.

Two authors died in the forum war that is going on, on KBoards already.

They almost made it three.

It bothers me a lot when people die. Suicide bothers me a lot.

I'm the survivor of a mass murder-suicide that happened when I was 14. I've seen people die from suicide and murder and I can't get it out of my head. It's why I write about murder and suicide in all of my stories. Because I have Autism, I forget nothing and I can't get what happened out of my head.

So when members of the Kboards forum started committing suicide over what the forum trolls were doing to them, it bothered me a lot, that no one cared enough to stand up to these trolls.

It bothered me a lot that the bullies didn't care that 2 authors died from their bullying and they just moved on to other authors, as the authors they were bullying died.

I'm sorry, but my health is not well enough for me to to try to keep track of anything extra any more. I can't take the risk of another PTSD attack like that. I barely lived through that one. Doctors say I won't make it through another.

That's why I deleted all of my accounts, all my posts, all my articles, everywhere, not just KBoards.

I love talking with my readers.

I love helping other writers.

But I'm not physically strong enough to do that in the midsts of others being mean and vindictive. It is a matter of life and death now, and as suicidal as I have been in the past, this whole event, this almost dying, did make me realize I don't really want to die, I just want the pain to stop. Beside, I have a 130 part serial to finish. In spite of the people who hate the series, I've got quite a few fans who are eagerly awaiting more of it. I can't very well write it if I'm dead.

My How-To Articles for writers, will never made freely available again. From now on, if you want them, you're gonna have to buy them. 


QUESTION: Is it true that the author(s) behind this made an attempt to get your books removed from Amazon?

ANSWER: Yes. See the next question for full details:


The Quaraun Books
&
The Continued Harassment, Bullying, Defamation, Libel, Slander, Impersonation, Intimidation, Threats, Fraud, Defalcation, Misappropriation, Vandalism, & Similar Irregularities
Caused By Their Publication
Continues As Outraged Kboards Members
Make Demands For Amazon
To Remove My Books For Sale
or
Why My Quaraun Books Vanished Off
The Amazon Website For 9 Days in March 2015

QUESTION: I can't find your Quaraun books on Amazon. I tried searching for them but they are not coming up. They were there yesterday and now they are gone. How do I find these books on Amazon?

ANSWER: Yes, I know. Amazon has temporarily (hopefully) removed them from public access, stuffed them in the Erotica section and slapped the "adult filter" over them so that they no longer come up for sale to the general public, while complaints about, so called "pedophile Erotica" are being reviewed. 

Someone complained about the Quaraun series. Don't know who or why, (although I do know who it was who has been running all over the internet falsely accusing my books of being what she termed "pedophile Erotica") but yes, the Quaraun series is not going to come up in search results, because the "ADULT" tag has been slapped onto it.

This is actually an interesting phenomena, you see, this the the first time I've ever heard of a NON-EROTICA book, being bitch slapped by Amazon.

What happens is, Amazon deams some books to have cover art that is "too risque" to be viewed by the general public, so they put a filter known as "the ADULT tag" on the book, so that no one under 18 can accidentally find it and look at it's naughty cover art.

Yes, I did say cover art.

Let's look at that naughty cover art, shall we?


88,589 / 33,000 words.
284 pages.

48,541 / 30,000 words.
155 pages.

47,191 / 35,000 words.
162 pages.

Yeah... we got a naked Unicorn, and naked horse, and a naked statue in a graveyard.

Yep, I'm as puzzled as you are.

Amazon put the "Adult" tag on a non Erotica book? I have never seen that happen before. This is new. 

People who have actually read my books, know I don't write Erotica. And yet the adult filter is only placed on Erotica books, so something is screwy here.

Quaraun got bitch slapped by Amazon. (March 5, 2015) Every volume. They just put the “adult” tag on the whole series.

I have never seen a non-Erotica book get the adult tag before.

I know it’s not the covers, because there’s unicorns and horses on the covers. Cartoon horses at that.

And it’s not the keywords because the keywords are “Elf, fairies, phooka, unicorn, wizardry”

That means someone complained. Someone specifically contacted Amazon and complained about the books. Uhm...okay...why? 

Interesting it happened right after 1 author created 52 fake Amazon accounts, gave each volume 52 fake 1 stars, and then Amazon deleted all her accounts for ToS violation.

*Hi Kendra*

So, the members of KBoards are STILL lashing out I see.  Is this really the type of petty thing these people have resorted to? I mean, really? Are they really that childish?

*shakes head*

7 months now. They've been pulling these sick twisted little stunts like this for 7 months now. (Kendra has been pulling them for 9 years now. I expect this sort of brainless behavior from her.) The sad part is, is that I have no clue why they are so hung up on me an my books. God! What in the hell did I write in these books that they hate them so much? I don't get it? Don't these people have anything better to do? Are their lives really that empty and meaningless that they have nothing more important to do with their time?

7 freaking months? Don’t you guys ever get tired of bothering me? What is your frigging problem? Good God, this is stalking you know. Look up the definition of stalking. You Kboards creeps are stalking me and I'm sick of it. Will you just get out of my life and leave me alone? Some people just don't have a life.

I guess I’ll go update my website now. I have thoughts and opinions on this, the newest attack on my books, by some very annoying authors who apparently have unicorn horns rammed up their asses, must go write about this. 

Yes, you know I’m going to write Unicorn killing a character by ramming his horn up their ass. I just have to. That’s all there is to it. You know, I did just write a scene today, with him skewering human heads on his horn… wouldn’t be too hard to alter that scene. :P

For those who don’t know, Quaraun is a gay, transvestite, Autistic Gypsy, and there exist a handful of religious do-goodie “Christian” authors who are self-righteously indignant  over the fact that such a character exists. Some are screaming anti-gay rants, some are screaming anti-Gypsy rants, some are screaming anti-tranny rants, some are screaming anti-retard rants, ad for some unknown reason some are screaming anti-Erotica rants (about a book that isn't even Erotica to begin with!) Each of them has a complaint, some multiple complaints. They are trying to stage a boycott of my books, which would funny if it wasn’t so danged annoying.

Most of the offenders stopped when confronted with this, some required cease and desist orders to get them to stop, the three most persistent offenders, who continue to this day to harass me, have now been added to my blacklist.

But, anyways, yes, that does mean the books are no longer showing up in search results unless you search specifically for the title itself now. The series no longer shows up in general search results.

I'll have to ask Amazon what the reason was for the tag being added, because as far as I know it's only used on Erotica, and this is not Erotica.

But yes, as of March 5, 2015, The Quaraun books are all moved into Erotica and had the adult filter put on them. They are no longer available by general search on Amazon and can ONLY be accessed via clicking a direct link from an outside site linking directly to the sales page. (That's what the "adult filter" does. You can search for Erotica books on amazon, but an "adult filtered" Erotica book is one that has been de-listed from the Amazon website and can only be found via direct-link access.) Essentially what the "adult filter" does is kill sales 100%, because once the adult filter is placed on your book, the only way for someone to buy it is if the author themselves gives the link to the sales page to the customer.

The adult filter is a really, really, really, really, REALLY bad thing to have put on your book, because it means NO ONE has access to buying your book anymore.

Basically your book has been removed from sale to the general public and if you want to buy it, you have to contact the author and ask the author to send you a link to the sale page, so you can buy the book. It is absolutely the worst thing you could have happen to your book.

Needless to say I am very upset that this has happened, because what it means is that basically the Quaraun books are no longer available for sale. You can still buy them, but you have to come directly to my website, find a link to the sale page, and buy them that way. Well, how many people even know to come to my site to look for a link to the sales page? Not many.

It means that the books have gone from 2 to 5 copies sold per title per week, to absolutely ZERO sales at all because they have been removed from the general search index and are no longer available for sale to the general public. You really got to hate an author an awful lot to do something this hate filled, evil, and vindictive to their books. 


UPDATE:  March 10, 2015

I have heard back from Amazon on one of the books. Into the Swamp of Death has been manually reviewed (meaning someone at Amazon's customer service department has physically read the book to determine if the contents are Erotica and if it requires and adult filter or not.)

They have determined that the book is not Erotica and was moved to the Erotica department by mistake and it has now been taken out of the Erotica department, and the adult filter removed.


47,191 / 35,000 words.
162 pages.

Amazon is very good about fixing problems. And after 5 days in review, Amazon has informed me that they have reviewed my book, I am correct, it is not Erotica, it doesn't belong in Erotica, they apologized for the inconvenience, and tell me they have moved it to the category they feel is "most appropriate".

I had originally placed it in:  Kindle Store  › Kindle eBooks  › Science Fiction & Fantasy  › Fantasy  › Epic

After someone complained, it was moved without review to:  Books  › Literature & Fiction  › Erotica  › Fantasy

After "careful review" (someone at Amazon actually reading the book) Amazon has decided that Into The Swamp of Death  belongs in:  Books  › Literature & Fiction  › Genre Fiction  › Horror  › Dark Fantasy

Uhm...okay. That's not where I had put it originally, but, yep, I can see how it could be seen as Horror and Dark Fantasy. So, Amazon has officially declared that the Quaraun series IS NOT Erotica and is Dark Fantasy.

I am still waiting to hear back about the other 2, but at least one of them has been put back in general search results.


UPDATE:  March 14, 2015

I have heard back from Amazon - the adult filter is removed from Screaming Unicorn and it's been moved out of Erotica to Dark Fantasy where it belongs. 

So, 2 of the 3 books that had been inaccurately moved to the Erotica section and adult filtered are now fixed - waiting to hear back on 1 more.

I would say this might explain all the questions I've been getting asking if the books were Erotica, except for the fact that they were only moved into Erotica a week ago and I've been getting these questions since last September. Whoever it is telling people these books are Erotica, I wish they'd stop it. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is, having to keep answering the same question over and over again: no, it's not Erotica. No, it's not Erotica. No, it's not Erotica...no, please, stop asking, no, it's not. Sheese. I mean, good God, Where are people finding information telling them that this is Erotica and WHO is saying it? It's really annoying.

Somebody is misrepresenting my books and I really don't like it. By misrepresenting my books, they are misrepresenting me and my reputation and I don't like that.

I can't help but be reminded of the Kboards incident and their threat to:

"let's dry up her (book) sales"

"we need to kill her career"

"Let's destroy her career"

"people like her need to be shot in the head"

If you want to dry up someone's book sale and essentially kill their career on Amazon, there is no better way to do it then to report their books to Amazon, lying to say the books are Erotica, not listed as Erotica, and demand the adult filter be put on them.

A week before the adult filter was put on the Screaming Unicorn, it had a sales rank of 705,143.

After just 9 days with the adult filter on it, it's sales rank is now: 2,061,964.

Yeah, THAT is what the adult filter does to a book.  If you are that mean, that evil, that hateful, you CAN kill an author's career by demanding Amazon put the adult filter on a book, because the adult filter puts a 100% freeze on sales.

If you have steady sales (even low steady sales) and sudden one day your sales stop short and you have 100% sales - then check for the adult filter. Number one cause of sudden 100% drop in sales is the adult filter. It is the most horrible thing you can have happen to your book.

Unfortunately, if an author, pretending to be a reader, requests the adult filter put on a book, Amazon, DOES NOT review the book, and simply puts the adult filter on it. Sadly, there has been a rash of unscrupulous and unprofessional authors, contacting Amazon requesting the adult filter be placed on other authors books, to sink sales rank (the theory is, if the other authors' books sink, their books will rise. It doesn't work that way, but that's the black hat belief behind the practice.) Sadly, you can go to places like the Warrior Forum, and find PDFs for sale which tell you step-by-step how to do this dirty pool tactic. 

Since the WF started selling these How-To guides (in 2013) there has been a rash of THOUSANDS of authors, getting the adult filter inaccurately placed on their books. It's a horrible hate-scam tactic of trying to boost sales to your own books, by attempting to kill sales to other author's books, and it's a hugely popular trend the past 2 years. I've had dozens of my author friends get attacked by other authors this way, but this is the first time it's happened to me.

It is important to note that the adult filter is ONLY placed on Erotica books, and in order to get it put on a non-Erotica book, someone has to contact Amazon and say "AUTHOR NAME is putting their Erotica books in non-Erotica categories" - Amazon then moves the books to Erotica - WITHOUT DOING A MANUAL REVIEW. The end result is, there are quite a few books in the Erotica department, that are not Erotica and often, the author has no clue their books were moved to the Erotica section.

NOTE: in your KDP dashboard, it'll still say the books are listed in the original categories. To find out if your book has been moved to Erotica, try running a Countdown Deal, and look for the note which says: 

"At this time, books that contain mature or erotic content are not eligible for advertising. See advertising guidelines" in the "Run an ad campaign" section. Right beside the Countdown Deal section.

YES! Not only does the adult filter block your books out of showing up in the search results, but it also blocks you out of the marketing dashboard too, and doesn't allow you to run promotions for your book!

Basically if the adult filter gets slapped on your book, you're screwed. You ARE NOT selling another copy of that book again EVER!

The thing is, the adult filter is there for a purpose. It is SUPPOSED to be used, to keep X-rated book cover images from showing up in the search results.

It allows Erotica authors, to publish their books on Amazon, and then created create links to the books on their own personal homepage, allowing Erotica authors to sell books that normally aren't allowed to be sold on Amazon.

The adult filter, prevents the books from showing up on Amazon, while allowing an author to run the own "adult book store" on their own web site. So, the author would be hosting an 18+ porn site, and be able to make money selling their XXX books.

In it's intended purpose the adult filter is a good thing, because it allows X-rated adult books to be sold, allowing authors to make an income. Before the adult filter existed, authors of XXX/adult books had to create their own PDFs or just post the stories online for free. The adult filter now allows them to actually publish those books and earn an income.

Unfortunately, there are people out there who are abusing the system, and are using the adult filter to sink the sales of books that should have the adult filter on them at all. It's a very low brow black hat tactic.

Someone specifically contacting Amazon and making such a request,  is the ONLY way a book can get the adult filter put on it 7 months after publication (Screaming Unicorn was published 7 months prior to the adult filter being placed on it). Normally Amazon would put the filter on the book PRIOR to publication, when they review the book, after the author submits it for publication.

There are 4 authors who, for several months now have been champaigning to as they put it: 

"let's dry up her (book) sales"

"we need to kill her career"

"Let's destroy her career"

In October they tried to stage a mini protest and boycott n a forum for writers. They then did the same thing on 2 other forums for writers (that I know of. I'm not sure if they did it on any other forums or not.)

One of them is fairly local (a 2 hour drive from me) and so staged an offline protest as well, along with vandalism of our family's farm (doing $15,000 in damages to the town, in addition to the damages to our property.)

In December, the same local one, then created 52 fake accounts on Amazon and gave Screaming Unicorn and Fire Mountain EACH 52 one star reviews, and then had a 300+ comment argument with herself in the comments of said reviews. I don't read my book reviews so I was unaware this was happening until, I found out about it via a friend who had read them and asked what in the heck was this author talking about. Before I got a chance to read all of the comments, Amazon deleted all 52 of that author's fake accounts.

This has been going on, since October, with every few weeks, one of these 4 authors (who may actually all be only one person, I don't any of these authors and none of them use a real author photo, all 4 of them are very much "fake" pennames, and two of them use identical phrases, so I actually suspect it's really only 1 author with 4 different pennames) does something like this.

This, having my non-Erotica books, moved to Erotica and adult filtered, is just the latest of this author's attacks on my books. (And, if you know who I'm talking about - you also know that she has been attacking my books, for 9 years now and her most violent attack included to post a request online for someone to kill me, she put my home address in the post and a few days later October 18, 2006, someone put a grease fryer bomb in my house, which left my family homeless and me and my dad both crippled for the rest of our lives.) 

I wish I knew who this woman was and what it was this woman had against me, because it's mind boggling to me, why it is she pulls these stunts. Do you know how maddening it is for someone to spend 9 years doing weird things like this, and you have no idea who they are or why they are doing it? None of this makes any sense to me. *sigh* Oh, well. I suppose eventually she'll have to make it known what exactly it is her motive behind all this is, but until then, there's not much I can do but continue to side step her and clean up the messes she keeps dumping in my lap.


88,589 / 33,000 words.
284 pages.

Fortunately, if someone is mean enough to do something like this to one of your books, there is a way to fix it, once you discover it has happened.

Here's what you do. In KDP, go to "Contact Us" and tell Amazon that your Non-Erotica book is being listed as Erotica (no need to mention the adult filter) and ask for a manual review of your book. Explain you did not put the book in the Erotica category, it is not Erotica and could someone please review it to verify that your book is in fact not Erotica and then put it back into the category in which you had originally placed it.

Amazon is very good about fixing problems. And after 9 days in review, Amazon has informed me that they have reviewed my book, I am correct, it is not Erotica, it doesn't belong in Erotica, they apologized for the inconvenience, and tell me they have moved it to the category they feel is "most appropriate".

I had originally placed it in:  Kindle Store  › Kindle eBooks  › Science Fiction & Fantasy  › Fantasy  › Epic

After someone complained, it was moved without review to:  Books  › Literature & Fiction  › Erotica  › Fantasy

After "careful review" (someone at Amazon actually reading the book) Amazon has decided that Screaming Unicorn belongs in:  Books  › Literature & Fiction  › Genre Fiction  › Horror  › Dark Fantasy

Uhm...okay. That's not where I had put it originally, but, yep, I can see how it could be seen as Horror and Dark Fantasy. So, once again, Amazon has officially declared that the Quaraun series IS NOT Erotica and is Dark Fantasy.


UPDATE:  March 14, 2015 (an hour later)

Okay - that was fast - while I was typing that last update - I just got another email from Amazon - okay - so all 3 of the books that got moved to Erotica last week and adult filtered, are back out of Erotica and filter removed - YAY!

Interestingly while Amazon declared Screaming Unicorn and Swamp of Death as Dark Fantasy, they have put Vampire Leprechaun in Epic Fantasy.


48,541 / 30,000 words.
155 pages.

Amazon is very good about fixing problems. And after 9 days in review, Amazon has informed me that they have reviewed my book, I am correct, it is not Erotica, it doesn't belong in Erotica, they apologized for the inconvenience, and tell me they have moved it to the category they feel is "most appropriate".

I had originally placed it in:  Kindle Store  › Kindle eBooks  › Science Fiction & Fantasy  › Fantasy  › Epic

After someone complained, it was moved without review to:  Books  › Literature & Fiction  › Erotica  › Fantasy

After "careful review" (someone at Amazon actually reading the book) Amazon has decided that Vampire Leprechaun belongs in:  Kindle Store  › Kindle eBooks  › Science Fiction & Fantasy  › Fantasy  › Epic

Hey! That's where I had it to begin with! Yay!  So, once again, Amazon has officially declared that the Quaraun series IS NOT Erotica and is in fact Fantasy.


So... it's now no longer just me saying this series is NOT Erotica. Amazon has manually reviewed the Quaraun series and has decided it to be Dark Fantasy.

And, thankfully, after 9 long days locked away in the adult filter dungeon, all of the Quaraun books are now back in general search results! YAY!  

So, I just checked and, yep, the books are back in the Fantasy (Dark for 2 and Epic for the other) department. The adult filter is gone. And the books are once again showing up in general search results, so you can once again access/buy them directly off the Amazon site without having to request a direct link to the sales page from the author anymore. Thank goodness!

I am so glad that is fixed. You have no idea how stressful the last 9 days have been for me, waiting for Amazon to review these books and give me their verdict.

This is a very frustrating issue, because my books ARE my only source of income and, they made an active attempt to have then removed and they did get the books taken offline for a period of 9 days while amazon manually reviewed the situation and then came to the conclusion that it was a false accusation and my books had no reason to be removed and were put back up for sale.

The people behind this CONTINUING attack on my career, are very, very, very hateful people as you can see from the things they are doing. I wish I knew why they were doing this What is it they hate about me and my books so much that they feel they are justified in these actions? It is almost as if they see me and my books as a threat, but I don't see how they could. I have never had a book sell more then 10 copies in a single week, my books are not famous nor are they close to best sellers. With sales that low my my books are of no threat to anyone. None of this makes any sense to me. Normal people don't do things like this to other people. Only some one with a sick, twisted, corropt mind would go out of their way to try to hurt a fellow human. 

But it is now official:

According to Amazon:

THESE BOOKS ARE NOT EROTICA!



QUESTION: GOD! How much time did you spend writing this? It took me 8 hours to read it!

ANSWER: I type at a speed of 91 words a minute. That's about 5,000 words an hour. I wrote it in 28 sessions of 3 hours each. 3 hours each day over a period of 28 days. My calculator says that 28x3=84 hours. And not all of it is on this page. This only an excerpt of the book. Yes. I said book. What you are reading here is actually only excerpts of a book. 

Yes. I did stop writing the Quaraun series, for a few weeks to write this book instead.


QUESTION: Why did they do this?

ANSWER: Because I have Autism and they thought they could get away with it. They thought I was too retarded to fight back.

But they forgot one thing: I don't have normal Autism. I have Savant Autism. I have one thing I can do extraordinarily well...and guess what that is? I can write my thought with vivid clarity and even without talking I can tell the world what they did.

If you don't know what savant Autism is, watch this 6 minute video. This is a very accurate description of  the type of Autism I have:

I talk like this.^^^^

I act like this.^^^^

People online read my words and they think I am normal like them. They rarely know, what it is to be an Adult with Autism. Because they do not see me act or hear me talk, they only read my words, they do not know that I am what they would call "retarded" if they met me in person.

Because I can write just as good as any normal person can, people who are not physically seeing me or hearing me, forget that I am severely disabled.

I may be too retarded to do a single damned thing else, but I write. I write a lot. And I don't like being bullied. And I'm not gonna sit back and be bullied. Nor will I sit back and watch them bully others. 

See below for more full details: 

Dear Bullies,

My quick response to your belief that I am:

"too stupid to live"

"people like her need to be shot in the head"

is this:

The first video is you. Your annoying, bitchy mouth is going yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap...

The second video is me: a pink, sparkling, gay, Autistic cat, flying through space, blocking out your bitching and whining by going "Nyan-Nyan-Nyan-Nyan..."

Push play, on BOTH of them, at the same time...and WATCH the green llamas.  Just blow your mind. The effect is amazing.

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My long response, is this:


About the Boycott of
Quaraun The Insane
Volume 1:
The Night of The Screaming Unicorn
(Boycotting Autistic characters & Gypsy characters)

As most of my readers know, my books are not mainstream and attract far more hate mail then fans. I have Autism and I write main characters who have Autism. I irk people. My character irk people. My books are frequently being protested by someone ,somewhere, pretty much all the time, I'm used to this happening, and in 40 years of these sorts of things, my only response to any of them was simply to not respond at all. EVER. Not once. So you are probably asking, why am I responding to THIS one?

Why? Because I just got out of the hospital and most of my readers knew I was in the hospital and have been asking why? And I got to thinking...I almost died and if I had, I would have been the third author to be killed in a forum war that left the forum and went offline and I started to realize: two people died and the world should why those authors died, why I almost became casualty number three.

So I am breaking my own rule of never responding to a negative comment to respond to this one, because I think if I don't come forward with what happened, none other authors will. They are too scared and fact is, that's not right. These authors need to go to the police with what has happened to them. Because if they don't more author are going to get hurt, and more authors are going to die.

In February 2013, a couple of authors were attack by other authors on Kboards. The incident shocked everyone and we thought it was a one time thing.

A year later, February 2014, it happened again. Bigger, bolder, then before. The attackers started "picking off" first one author and then another. I personally witnessed 72 authors get targetting. In October 2014, I became author #73 to fall under heavy fire.

In each case, they targeted either a new release or a book with high sales rank. They found something about either the book or author to "target" and then lashed out.

The MAJOR complaint they had about my book was the fact that the main character is retarded. There were several authors in hysterics over the thought of a retarded main character...or at least that's what they said. I'm not sure that was really the issue. Like I said, they had targeted 72 authors before they got to me, and they were able to have an issue with everyone of them, and it was never the same issue, although, a bunch of the books targeted did have gay characters and they did use that as an excuse for their attacks frequently.

One of the authors in question was so infuriated at the thought of a retarded main character, that she created 52 Amazon Accounts, gave this book 52 one-star reviews and then in the comments second had a 52 account argument with herself than ran for more then 300 comments. Her comments went back and forth between her hatred for "retards" and her hatred for Gypsies. She reposted the comment "This is a retarded book, with retarded characters, written by a retard for retards" more then 70 times.

In the forum posts on KBoards, the authors specifically said that they were commenting in reference to what they called "The Unicorn Book" or "The Leprechaun Book." Other terms they used where "The retarded unicorn book", "the retarded leprechaun book", and "the sissy forest elf books" along with several other less savory terms.

I ignored them for 5 months. Did not respond to them. Did not even acknowledge that I was aware of what they were saying...until they left the internet and arrived in my yard to physically attack me offline. That is why I am responding now...now that I am out of the hospital and can respond to what they did.

A lot of my books are not liked by a lot of people. I know that. That never stopped me from writing 600+ books in the past however many years it's been since I published my first book in 1978.

600+ books in nearly 40 years, means I've gotten a lot of hate mail over the years. My name has been dragged around a lot of forums over the years. Blog posts, boycotts...even a book burning in 1993.

I've never responded to any of them before. Until now. I'm responding to this one, because on November 14, 2014. That was a Tuesday and the doctors, didn't expect me to make it to the end of the week.

I had a heart attack and went into septic shock.. 

My blood pressure was 70/60 and my heart rate 122. I'm not sure what the numbers are supposed to be.

Doctors freaked out because a red stripe showed up on my left arm, from my shoulder to my hand, and the veins on my neck and chest, turned purple and my chest turned blue. The red stripe was the weirdest thing I've ever seen. It was just like someone had painted a red pinstripe up my arm. I've never seen anything like that before. Doctors said it meant that if my caretaker hadn't brought me to the hospital when he did, I would have been dead within an hour, but I'm not sure why. He said it meant there was something wrong with my heart.

I'm not sure what that meant, I have Autism, I don't know medical stuff, but they said I almost died. They were very scared. It's scary when you doctor is scared, because that means there's some very wrong.

I was still touch and go until December 27, 2014. I was very bad off for more then a month. That's why no books got published in December or January and why I was offline for so long. And it's now February 2015 and I'm still not well enough to drive.

But I wasn't the only author they attacked. This group of authors violently lashed out at 73 authors, several authors ended up hospitalized, two authors died, some lost their careers. And it bothers me that they hurt so many people. And for no reason. Near as I can tell, they were just "looking to have fun" and thought destroying live was fun.

Of course the ones doing the instigating, they weren't looking to have fun. They mad. They were really mad, hugely angry at Hugh Howey and they said they were "going to stop at nothing to destroy Hugh Howey and all his author buddies". They even posted a list on a blog of authors they intended to target.

Somehow they got it into their heads, that these particular authors they were targeting were friends with Hugh Howey. I don't know Hugh Howey. I've never even read any of his books. I'm not sure what he writes, even. I'm not sure how they came to the conclusion that I was one of what they termed "Hugh Howey's author buddies" but somehow they did and that's how my book got swept up in this really freakish forum war. I'm not sure what specifically they were mad about, they were rambling about some contest they had entered, and they thought they should have won, and I guess Hugh Howey was one of the contest judges or something. I don't know, I'm not sure what the contest was, I don't follow Hugh Howey's  work, I've never read any of his books, I'm not even sure what he wrote. I don't read ebooks. I only read print books.

The hacker went into my account and changed every post I had written those 7 years. They edited all my helpful responses, changing them into mean snark, putting people down, calling them "welfare bums" and saying that they "stupid" and their "lack of income" was "proof" of that.

I checked the dates. Whoever was doing this was logging in daily. At the top of each post you make on KB is the date and time the post was made. At the bottom of every edited post is the date and time of the edit. On my posts made during the months of August, September, and October 2014, the two times were hours apart. I would usually post on KB in the morning (4AM to 6AM) and so all of my posts were started in early morning hours. The time the hacker edited the posts would be in the afternoon or evening of the same day (noon to 6PM).  On posts made before August, to 7 years back, nearly all of the edits were made in October 2014.

The hacker was changing my posts without my knowledge and continued to do so until I found out about it October 27, 2014, at which point I set out to undo their edits and restore my posts back to their original states. I keep copies of everything, so it was a simple matter to delete their edited posts and paste the original back into it's place. I spent several days doing this.

On November 10, 2014, when I posted a new post, I noticed my signature quote had been changed. It was a snarky reference to the Rolls Royce photos. So I went back and checked. The posts, I had restored, had been edited AGAIN, to even worse snark then they had been the first time.

That same day L.G. was flipping out in hysterics on every thread on the site. Doing her "report all EelKat's posts" blah, blah, blah. While JdP, now EA, was likewise lashing out her anti-EelKat posts, with the 50+ "EAF Erotica Authors" cheering her on.

I had spent a week, undoing the damage the hacker had done, only to have them redo it as fast as I corrected it. 

On the next day I changed my password and deleted all 1,371 posts off of KBoards, as it was easier then trying to go back in and edit each post one at a time to restore the original contents.

Why did I not stay and fight? Why did I just delete my posts and leave?

I spent 5 months of 2014 bedridden from a back, hip, and knee injury that happened February 2014. I'm still not fully recovered from that as it complicated a previous illness I already had. I was in and out of the hospital several times in October, and by the time I found out on November 11th what was going on, my health had reached a "danger zone" due to a septic infection doctors had overlooked. 

On November 10th I was not well enough to want to even try to deal with the online shit. I had more important offline shit to deal with and so rather then do anything to defend myself against the trolls, I simply deleted every post off every forum, and took all my blogs offline. 

I was admitted into the hospital November 14 in critical condition and I almost died. Like I said, the stupid silly online drama was not a very high priority at that point, considering doctors were pretty sure I wouldn't even make it to the end of the week.

I was rushed back into the hospital for surgery on December 2, 2014 and the first signs that my health was coming back around did not show up until December 17, 2014. Doctor still had me listed as "in critical condition" until December 27, 2014

I am writing this today on February 20, 2015 from my bed. I'm still not well enough to be back up and around. Because of my health issues all the book releases due in October, November, December, January, and February got pushed back, with publication dates unknown because I'm simply not well enough to sit up and type for long periods of time.

That is why I deleted my posts. My health is simply not well enough to bother dealing with the stress. That and no other reason. I don't care what other people are telling you. All those things they are telling you, simply is not true. 

The members involved in this attack, every one of them came from the EAF forum. They were NOT long time regular members of KBoards. They were just petty, whinny, jealous crybabies looking for a bone to pick and I happened to be in the right place at the right time. What they did was extremely undignified and unprofessional and in the long run, they are only hurting themselves and their own careers, because what they did, they did on a Google searchable public forum in front of the whole world to see.

I have my own life to live, my own family to take care of, my own career to run...I can't be bothered to to join in on some stupid, petty forum war. They want to fight with someone? Fine. Just remember it takes 2 to fight. I choose to pick my battles. I stand up and fight against things that are important. Guess what? They were not important.  Those people were nothing to me but stupid, racist slugs, not worthy of my time or effort. And so rather then join in on their little war, I chose to simply leave and take all my old helpful posts with me.

Simple fact of the matter is this: They can not attack me, if I'm not there for them to attack. They can not hack my posts and rewrite them into stupid chicken shit lies, if I have no posts for them to hack. 

I have better things to do with my time, then fight with forum trolls.

I was not the only member whose account was hacked in this manner. Nearly every "minority race" member who had replied on that "minority race" thread, had their account attacked and/or hacked. (Several of them have contacted me to tell me that I wasn't alone that they too had been attacks and/or hacked) I noticed it in October, that two members suddenly started saying really wild things that were completely out of character. D.D. for example had formerly been a very helpful member and suddenly, was a gibbering braggart, claiming to be earning $30,000 a month while calling that "low income". L.G. another formerly helpful member, suddenly was also claiming to be earning insane amounts of money ($14k a week in one post) and sticking it to everyone not making enough to be "in the club".

It was utterly insane the way the entire of Kboards had turned into a "I make more money then you" riot for a while. But what was worse, was when I discovered my posts were like that too! Good god! That was one of the things the hacker had done to my posts and it made me wonder how many of these other crazy money claims were a result of a hacker as well!

But the thing is, they really went wild in their attacks on these authors and...

Two authors died in the war on KBoards already.

They almost made it three.

That is why I have chosen to respond to this incident when normally I would simply ignore something like this. Because this wasn't a normal "I hate your book" incident. This wasn't readers not liking a book. This was authors in violent competition with one another. 

People died. I almost died, and I wasn't even a part of their war.

I wasn't even a bystander watching their war.

I don't even know what they are fighting about.

They just got so out of control, that they started pulling in any author that happened to be a member of any forum Hugh Howey was a member of. These people are out of control and someone needs to stop them, before another author dies. 

No one is talking about what happened, because people are scared.

These authors who were attacked - they are terrified, and that's not right.

They are scared to post on KBoards anymore, and that's not right.

They are scared to talk online to their readers anymore, and that's not right.

They are scared to share information to help new writers get started in their writing career anymore, and that's not right.

These people terrified out their minds. Many of them, didn't just leave KBoards - they left everything - they even unpublished all their books, all their social networks, all their blogs - they vanished completely offline. They were that frightened for their lives and the lives of their families, and that's not right.

Some of them, were so terrified, that they commit suicide, and that's not right.

This should not have happened.

The world needs to know what happened to those authors. Why they vanished. Why they unpublished their books. Why they shut all their online sites. Why some of them even commit suicide.

This is the worst case of authors behaving badly I have ever seen.

I've had hundreds of people hate my books before, thousands of people. I'm used to that. It's important that understand, this attack on this bookwas NOT readers. This was a group of authors who banded together in a very underhanded attempt to destroy the careers of 73 authors, whom they felt for various reasons "deserved it".

I'm not going to address the issue they attacked other authors for, I will leave that to the other authors themselves. It is my hope, that the other authors who were attacked on Kboards during this horrible event, please come forward and share you story of what happened to you. 

TELL YOUR READERS WHAT HAPPENED!

THEY DESERVE TO KNOW!

There is a frightful trend in authors attacking authors, and it's getting worse. It needs to stop. People have died. This have gotten out of control. Someone needs to stop them. 

PLEASE COME FORWARD!

TELL PEOPLE WHAT THEY DID TO YOU!

DON'T LET THEM DO THIS TO ANYONE ELSE!

Each of the 73 authors attacked, were attacked for different "reasons". The "reasons" they gave in their forum posts on KBoards for attacking my books were "retarded characters", "Gypsy characters", and oddly "FAKE Erotica" (though, I'm what the term "FAKE Erotica" means.) They changed their specified reason depending on which author they were aiming their posts to.

I suppose part of the issue becomes: Is the main character retarded and, why?

So let me answer one reader's question, and that will then explain why I wrote Quaraun the way I did, and perhaps, you'll understand better why it is these authors were flipping out over Quaraun's character.


*This question and it's answer was previously written and being copied from HERE, so it doesn't "specifically" apply it's answer to the situation of the boycott; I am copying it over to here, because it explains why Quaraun's character has Autism, which was an issue brought up by the boycotters, and as I had already written about that topic, I'm just going to repost that answer into this space rather then write up a new answer for this situation.

Had JDP or LG or SC had any sense, they would have looked that up and read it BEFORE having their fit of false accusation and hysterics on Kboards.

Google is your friend people, AND the link to this page WAS in my forum signature on KBoards, so, you didn't even have to Google to find out what genre this series was, you could have just used your brain and taken a look at the link in my forum signature which went to the page here about the Quaraun series where this question was posted originally.

I'm just going to repost that answer into this space rather then write up a new answer for this situation. Because my time is valuable, and I don't have free time to waste rewriting something I already wrote months ago. You people may have time to do nothing but sit on the internet post forum posts all day, but I don't, because unlike you, I happen to have a life, outside, in the sunlight, and I choose to live it, so copy & paste time...

It's a fairly long answer (7,000 or so words) and I won't be continueing my answer to the boycott until the end of this one, so you got a lot more reading ahead of you.

I've put coloured bars at the beginning and end of this question & it's answer so you know when it stops and I actually start talking about the boycott. If you have previously read the answer to the question via it's original page, then just scroll down, till you reach the colored bars :










QUESTION: Other characters call Quaraun insane, retarded, stupid, an idiot, or a dolt. He seems to have a mental illness. What is wrong with him?

SHORT ANSWER: I have Savant Autism, Clinical Depression, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and many people are quick to tell you that I am "insane" because of those things.  My entire life everyone has from my parents and relatives in my childhood, to my friends in my adults years, introduce me to people as "This is Wendy, just ignore her. She's insane." I long ago accepted the fact that I have those disorders and that I must be insane otherwise, why would so many people say it? Actually I came to accept the fact that I was insane at the ripe old age of 8 years old, so you can tell how long people, especially my aunts and uncles have been calling me that. I do not like that people call me insane and often ask people to stop saying that about me because it hurts my feelings. People laugh at the idea that a "retarded crazy person" could possibly have feelings, and continue to call me insane.

I have Autism. I write what I know. So, let's try that again, and see what we get this time, eh?

Quaraun has Savant Autism, Clinical Depression, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. His entire life everyone has from his parents and relatives in his childhood, to his friends in his adults years, introduces him to people as "This is Quaraun, just ignore him. He's insane." He becomes known as Quaraun the Insane, because of the name calling. He does not like that people call him Quaraun the Insane and often asks people to stop saying that about him because it hurts his feelings. People laugh at the idea that a "retarded crazy person" could possibly have feelings, and continue to call him Quaraun the Insane. 

Yeah. There it is. Quaraun's character is based largely off myself. He sees the world as I see the world.

I am also mixed blood (red, brown, and black, but look white) married to a white man, who's family came from a very snooty pure-blood background (and are white supremacists) and are thus very much in non-approval of our relationship. Which is thus why I wrote Quaraun, from a very pure blooded race of Elves, with his lover Unicorn/BoomFuzzy being a black Asian mixed blood.

Other characters in the series are quick to call Quaraun stupid and idiot, because of his Autism, and they are also quick to point to his black skinned, Asian looking lover and say, "Here's proof he's stupid, he's white and he's got a coloured lover." (Yes, white people have actually said this to me and my partner.)

A lot of people don't understand what it is like to live with Autism. Most don't want to understand. Most don't care. Hell, the average person doesn't even know what Autism is.

Watch this video. This is what Quaraun has. This is what Quaraun is acting like. This is what he is talking like. This is why people are picking on him so badly:


LONG ANSWER: The full complete 25,000 word long answer with full details on what it is like to be (me) an adult with Autism can now be found here:

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88,589 / 33,000 words.
284 pages.

48,541 / 30,000 words.
155 pages.

^^^ This book was among the ones that fell under attack by this weird anti-gay, anti Gypsy, and anti-Autistic main character attack (not from readers, but rather from other  authors). You can read my response to the boycott of this book HERE.

The response from readers has been very good. This book sold 196 copies it's first day and 211 on day two (in Bizarro genre, that's huge; not so big if you were to compare it with say the Romance genre.) (It was also at it's introductory .99c the first 30 days, which meant I made about $175. LOL! So if the authors who went nutty, were in anyway flipping out because they thought I was raking in cash - as one author said was the reason they were so pissed - they are sorely mistaken!)

As can be expected with small niche genres like this one, sales tapered off after the first 30 days and are about 1 every 3 days ever since, (which means it brings in $35 to $50 a month income) which is still fairly high for this genre, but very low if you were to compare it to a more mainstream genre. Many readers have contacted me to say they loved the book and await the next one.  (I point out the income, because, like I said, I got quite a few nasty emails from authors who were feeling the need to be vindictive. They were very upset that the book sold so many copies the first 2 days. BUT - those first day copies sold to long-time fans who had waited 3 years for the release.)

There have been a few who have contacted me to say: "What in the Hell did I just read? What is this? I need eye bleach!" Oh well. It is Bizarro and Bizarro is a very small genre for a reason: it's not well suited to the tastes of the overall general public. Most people simple are not going to like the Quaraun series, and that's fine. It caters to a very specific niche and very small niche: Bizarre Yaoi Ball Fetish with Knotting and Barbs and the occasional Tentacles.  There are not a lot of people out there into that sort of thing, so I don't expect a lot of sales or that a lot of people will like it...

However, I also did not expect anyone to boycott it, and least of all for the reasons they cited!

For some reason, this series, this book in particular, really pissed off several self-published authors.

Like I said, there were no readers or "general public" involved in this mini-boycott that took place. It was all self-published authors (none of them was traditionally published or trade published). Most of the out-cry came from two authors in particular, who made a small and failed attempt to rally up the authors of KBoards into their boycott.

One interesting thing to note is that, while it appears that boycott starter JDP actually did read the book, it also appears that not a single one of any of the other boycotters had read it, and were basing everything they said off her misinformation and false accusations.

What happened was this:

In October 2014 through into December 2014, a group of about 50 self-published authors launched a mini protest of me and my books, after the release of The Night of The Screaming Unicorn.  Why? Uhm...I'm still not entirely sure, actually.

The two authors leading the attack JDP and LG are not Fantasy writers and I've yet to understand why they did the HORRENDOUS things they did. 

Zombie Apocalypse and Lesbian Erotica author JDP, described the Quaraun series as "FAKE Erotica" (her use of caps), when she wrote a hysterical 200+ post rant on the KBoards forum calling herself an "EAF Erotica Author" (whatever that means) and bragging wild posts via two separate accounts (Eclectic Authoress was the 2nd) stating that: "EelKat is a FAKE Erotica author, she's too stupid and retarded to know what Erotica is. I know what Erotica is because I've been writing REAL Erotica since 2006."

I don't write Erotica, I write Bizarro, so why she was even classifying me as an Erotica author has kind of left me clueless. I believe she may have been referring to the fact that I write Monster Porn, which is NOT Erotica. Monster Porn is a genre which features non-Human characters.

Monster Porn is not called "Porn" as in sex, but rather as in "cult obsession" with monsters. Some Monster Porn contains sex. Some Monster Porn is Erotica. Some Monster Porn is Sweet Romance. Some Monster Porn has no sex at all.

Monster Porn IS NOT a sub-genre of Erotica. Monster Porn is a sub-genre of Horror.

The Night of The Screaming Unicorn does classify as Monster Porn. But does it classify as Erotica?  It is 55,742 words long (173 pages) and contains 23,000 words (74 pages) of gay/yaoi/male on male sex scenes.

She was comparing it to 50 Shades of Grey. With 50 shades of grey being what she called "REAL Erotica"

Now I didn't know who this JDP was until she started lashing out at my books on KBoards. So, I looked her up to find out what she wrote. Her KBoards' account says she writes  Zombie Apocalypse and Lesbian Erotica and her Amazon account confirms this. I suppose my question then becomes does SHE know what Yaoi is?

For starters, Yaoi is not Erotica. Yaoi is gay fiction for female readers. It is NOT intended to gay male readers and does not represent a typical gay relationship. The point of yaoi, is not so much to have sex, but rather to have as many naked men with erect dicks, cocks, and penises as possible on every page. Yaoi novels are to female fans what PlayBoy magazine is to male fans.

Yaoi not Erotica, in the same way PlayBoy is not Erotica. Yaoi is meant to show off the male body, the same way PlayBoy is meant to show off the female body. The difference being that Yaoi is text and PlayBoy is pictures.

The Quaraun series is Bizarro Unicorn Porn Yaoi, a sub-genre of Monster Porn. It is not Erotica, real, fake, or otherwise, so why JDP was making the claims she was making about this book, I don't know, other then the fact, it's quite apparent that she has no clue what Yaoi or Monster Porn or Bizarro is.

But this brings me back to 50 Shades of Grey, because JDP was comparing the Quaraun series to 50SoG. 50 Shades is VERY tame compared to The Night of The Screaming Unicorn. And it is no comparision to it at all. They are two completely separate genres altogether. And so I'm baffled as to the comparison. Of course, if she knows Erotica so "well"... uhmm... yeah... how exactly is 50 Shades of Grey Erotica? 

Really? Seriously? You are calling 50 Shades of grey...Erotica? GOOD GOD! And you claim to know the difference between "FAKE Erotica" and "REAL Erotica"? Honey...your head is so where the sun don't shine, in you think 50 Shades of Grey is even REMOTELY close to being Erotica.

Now if you are somebody who doesn't read Erotica and you read 50 Shades of Grey and thought it was Erotica, well, then, yes, maybe you are going to think that The Night of The Screaming Unicorn is Erotica.

I suppose the question here is: Do you think 50 Shades of Grey is Erotica? I don't. I'm not sure how anyone could, actually. But why do I ask this? Because when you compare a Romance Novel like 50 Shades of Grey to a Yaoi Boy's Love Light Novel like The Night of The Screaming Unicorn well, good God! It is Yaoi after all.

However, it must be remembered that 50 Shades of Grey is NOT Erotica. It is Erotic Romance and there's a HUGE  difference  between  Erotica and Erotic Romance. Anyone who calls 50 Shades of Grey, Erotica, has never read Erotica, no matter how much they claim to be able to tell the difference between "REAL Erotica" and "FAKE Erotica" (again - her use of caps, I'm just quoting what she said.)

If you compare  The Night of The Screaming Unicorn  to actually Erotica and not something like 50 Shades of Grey, then you'd see that it's not Erotica at all.

And while we are on the subject: I have lived 28 wonderful years, very happily the sub of a Master/slave BDSM relationship, and I can tell you this: 50 Shades of Grey has absolutely nothing to do with BDSM. 50 Shades of Grey is just glorified abuse. Whoever wrote that book, doesn't know squat about a DOM/sub relationship. 50 Shades of Grey is nothing but a mockery of the BDSM relationship, it does not accurately represent my lifestyle and I really don't like people comparing my books with it.

But the important thing here is that I never classified  The Night of The Screaming Unicorn as Erotica and I'm not sure why JDP was saying that this series/story was "FAKE Erotica". I am just completely baffled by her logic.

Is she saying that it IS Erotica, but it's not REAL because there are no Humans in it? Or is it because she writes Lesbian Erotica, tat she feels it's FAKE because there are only males in it?

I just don't understand. What exactly does she mean, when she says REAL Erotica, FAKE Erotica, and annoying Erotica.

That last one I think confuses me even more. At first she calls it "FAKE Erotica" (How can Erotica be FAKE? It either is or is not Erotica? Right?) But then later calls it "annoying Erotica". 

Wait...didn't she say it was fake? If it's "Annoying Erotica" isn't that then her saying that it is in fact Erotica?

But then, keep in mind, she posted a whopping 5,000 forum posts between October 2014 and December 2014, while ranting her 3 month long hourly, daily rants of hatred for me and this book. This was not someone writing a review, this was someone daily trolling a forum and posting THOUSANDS of posts, while demanding an all out boycott and attempting to gather up an angry mob to join her. 

I suppose my biggest question of all to JDP is: What the fuck? So, you didn't like me book. Fine. But 5,000 forum posts, posted in a single month, all about how much you hate me and my books?

I have got to find me a fainting banana GIF to insert here.

5,000 forum posts? How does one person have enough time to write 5,000 forum posts of hate in a single month? And good God, WHY?

Damn. My book really pissed this woman off. I think she thought it was supposed to be Erotica and was pissed that it wasn't? I don't know. I still have no clue what she was so flipping out about, she for the most part was just copy and pasting the same phrase over and over again:

 "EelKat is a FAKE Erotica author, she's too stupid and retarded to know what Erotica is. I know what Erotica is because I've been writing REAL Erotica since 2006."

She posted that line in just about every single one of those 5,000 hysterical forum posts...and then she left Kboards and started posting those same posts on other forums. This woman just went friggin wild. And I don't know why. It's actually quite hilarious...do you just sit on your computer all day long and do nothing else? oh, and I do have a banana for that. Oh you know I do. Let's go get him shall we?

Ah...there he is, and look he brought all his buddies along too!

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Oh...we can't have those bananas dancing by themselves now can we? let's give them some music for those feet! Here's the song I had on replay while I wrote The Night of the Screaming Unicorn. enjoy!

Are listening to the words of this song? Seriously, listen to the words of this song...I played it about 5,000 times while writing Screaming Unicorn...if you read the book, it'll hit yeah in a minute...oh yeah, I totally fanficed this song.

Nothing like Monster Porn music for writing Monster Porn.

Oh...now that song deserves some vampire bunnies...

Ever seen this site's 404 page?

:p

OMG! Where is in my Snape GIF? We the can't have the vampire bunny with out their cheerleader now can we? Off to go find it...

I'm sorry, I get so distracted so easily, but hey, I've been tossing bananas at you guys since 1997 so why stop now?

I can write crazy people, because I am one. I'm absolutely bonkers. That's not a joke. I got papers that says so and everything.

Try Googling "Maine's Crazy cat woman" - I had 84 cats at the time they branded that title one me. Yes,not a typo eighty-four cats. Do you know Pine Land Center and Spring Harbor? (Maine's two largest mental health institutes?) No? Well, they sure know me.  I'm so crazy I make crazy people normal. I'm so crazy, that they went and got state funding to start a research project, JUST to study me, because they said I'm unclassifiable, they've never seen a case like me. 

I know I'm crazy, Sugar Pie. Every knows I'm crazy. Doctors are screaming from the rooftops and running in herds to study me. I'm in medical journals, and a team of psychiatrists from Australia came all the way here to Maine to study me. I'm so crazy, even Stephen King writes about me.

I know why i write so many forum posts. It's because I'm EElKat the one and only and I'm I'm nuts. What's YOUR excuse?

Now where was I? oh yes, 5,000 forum posts. Damn. She tried to out-crazy me!

 ROTFLMAO!

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!

Let's shine some moonbeams on that crazy, eh?

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JDP, do you know that in 2005, on the SoapBox a group of us, got together to see how many forum posts we could posts before the Pinks (moderators) stopped us. We each started a thread called "I WON!" (after iwon.com which was a big thing at the time and we were actually getting iwon.com points for doing this, because we did it with iwon.com toolbar and everytime we refreshed the page it added another point.) So, we each started a thread called "I WON!" and then posted nothing but the words "I Won 1", "I Won 2", "I Won 3", etc all day long. In the end most people dropped out after a hundred or a thousand posts...15 hours later of none stop posting, I passed "I Won 15,000"...and then POOF all the I WOn threads vanished. oooooh. A mod logged in. ROTFLMAO! LOLOL!

I didn't post like everyone else did though...I added a banana to every post, and when out of bananas I starts using other GIFs. I have 50,000 GIFs stored in my hard-drive. I have a GIF for EVERYTHING!

I Won. I not only posted the most post, I did each one in a different marquee colour, and added a GIF at the bottom.

Don't know what a marquee post looks like? 

 Let's marquee the next line, shall we?

I went down as the SoapBox's craziest member.

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I went down as the SoapBox's craziest member. Yee-HAAAA!!
I went down as the SoapBox's craziest member. CRAZY!
I went down as the SoapBox's craziest member. Look ma! There's a CRAZY person!
I went down as the SoapBox's craziest member.

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If you're CRAZY and you know it clap your hands!!!
If you're CRAZY and you know it and you're really proud to show it...
If you're CRAZY and you know it clap your hands!!


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You know...I do seem to recall mentioning that I'm a professional clown car driver....you know as in...a clown...that drives a car...we're the Scottish Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach...carnival Gypsies, remember? Being crazy IS my profession.

I got pink-slapped so many times because of that, but boy was it fun. I loved the []. Miss the []. Eh. They changed it. They decided we only post serious post. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.

"Twighlight Manor Calling MustangRockstar" anyone? Ooooh HAHAHA! Google THAT one - it's still there - 10 years and it's still going! They pinned it? The mods friggin pinned it! You tried to out crazy the super crazy marquuee queen of the SoapBox, Sugar! LOL!

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HEY! SomeGuy! Are you still  out there? I'm still using the GIFs you gave me! {{{hugs}}} Thank you for making them for me! I'm loving 'em still after all these years! XOXOXO

I'm the queen of forum crazy, Sugar Pie, you're gonna have a tough time if you try to out-crazy me, but hey go ahead and try. The world needs more crazy... lot's of empty spaces in the Padded Cell...come join us, we have cookies.

:D

There now, you see? I can be crazy too. 

But I'm known for crazy.

I wear crazy clothes.

I drive crazy cars.

I've been a sideshow circus clown since I was 4 years old.

I own crazy amounts of books.

I write Bizarro for crying out loud - a genre that IS crazy for the sake of being crazy.

Crazy is my trademark brand. It's who I am. It's what people expect.  If I'm not being crazy, people start asking "What's wrong with her?"

Crazy is my profession. I am professionally crazy. And yes, I know how crazy that sounds, but...we are carnival people. PEOPLE PAY US TO BE CRAZY IN PUBLIC!

IT'S OUR JOB!

We go out of our way to be crazy ON PURPOSE.

THINK about it, Honey. We are clowns. I'm a clown. Clowns. Have you ever seen one?

Here's a video full of clowns if you don't know what a clown is:

(Yes, I am a Juggalo and proud of it. There's something for to think about.)

I'm a crazy clown fan of insane clowns. WOO-HOO!

You know what's even better then Insane Clown Posse? Their German fanband Megaherz:

Had enough evil clowns for one day? I haven't, but let's move on, I got boycotters waiting for a reply.

But, yeah, carnival Gypsies. Circus. Sideshow. Rhinestoned car. I live in a green metal-flaked motorhome. owner of the side show attraction known as "The World's Most Haunted Car"

Don't know them? Here they are:

Rhinestoned car... (look at the polka-dotted white-walls)

Can you read the flags?

Voodoo Priestess rank of Medsen Fay, Marji Loa to Damballa Weddo

Scotland

Gypsy

Transvestite

...and four Liberace Unicorns.

and

Lime green metal flake motorhome...

and The World's Most Haunted Car...

See? Carnival cars for carnival people. 

No pictures of the clowns as clowns never reveal their true identity, so you're just gonna have to guess who I am, but...

You do know what a clown is right?

You know... comedians who wear crazy clothes and make-up and wigs and do crazy things to make people laugh? Because doing things that are funny and silly and crazy to make people laugh and smile and be happy, is what circus clowns do.

And everybody knows that. We are the Scottish Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach. We are carnival people. Everywhere we go, online too, we go out of our way to make people happy.

It is our mission in life to spread joy. And that is why you see ME on forums, deliberately, going out of my way to make a fool of myself. Because it gives people something to laugh at. Makes people smile. Gives them a few seconds of laughter, to help them forget for a few seconds at least, their troubles, worries, anger, sadness...

Helping people is what I do. That's why I wrote the 1,371 How-To Articles For Writers, which, because of you, I have removed from the internet.

You see, I act crazy online on purpose to give people joy and happiness for at least a small part of their day...but you... you really ARE crazy...

Think about it, Honey. Really, just stop, breath, relax, and think about what you did. What you said. All that meanness. All that anger. All that vindictiveness. All that hated...

5,000 posts worth of it.

Me being crazy doesn't hurt my career because being crazy IS my career. I get paid to act like I do.

Honey, going on a wild psycho-crazed, anger filled rant on a forum, that is something that is going to destroy your career. Did you stop and think about that before you did it? Do you have any idea how what you did makes you look? How VERY unprofessional that was of you?

Do you know that I have been on 300+ forums since 1997, and have posted MILLIONS of posts, and NEVER ONCE in that time, have I ever said a mean thing to or about ANYONE?

That's why I was a beta test member of nearly 200 forums, was the moderator of 12 forums (including Squidoo), and have long had a reputation for helping people and/or making them laugh.

Did you know that in all my crazy forum posting, I've NEVER ONCE teased another person.

I've NEVER ONCE picked on another person.

I've NEVER ONCE called out another person.

I've NEVER ONCE put down another person.

I've NEVER ONCE harassed another person.

I've NEVER ONCE bullied another person.

I've never joined in a forum war.

I've never replied to a hateful comment.

And after 600+ books since 1978, I've gotten THOUSANDS of bad reviews on my books and I've NEVER responded to ANY of them.

I maintain peace and nonviolence at all times.

I look for the good in every bad.

THAT is what I'm known for.

People don't know me for my books. My books aren't famous. But people know me for who I am and how I act on forums and how I treat others, and they know they are safe around me because I NEVER do or say ANYTHING to in any way hurt ANYONE. That is my reputation on forums. A lot of forums. for a long time. JDP/EA, LG, SC, K/SS, and the 50+ EAF Erotica Authors - you made a very large-scale attempt to smear my name, destroy my reputation, and damage my career... and I don't know why you did it.

You, I worry about JDP. You started posting you hate for me in September and it's February now and you haven't stopped. You are posting daily, on the hour, every hour, it almost looks automated, except that I know the forum host KBoards uses and you can't automate posts on that. That's why I worry...because this isn't normal forum trolling...this is stalking...you are stalking me and I don't like it.

Do you have anyone you can talk to JDP? A friend? A neighbor? A sister? A brother? A pastor? A counsellor? Do you have the ability to turn off your computer and get up and go outside? You need help JDP. something is seriously wrong here. You posted 5,000 hate filled forum posts about my in October alone, and it's February now and you are still posting daily, hourly, hate.

Why? You didn't like my book. Okay. Fine. I gt the message. Move on. Isn't there another book out there you can read? Don't you have some zombies you can write about? Can't you just step away from the computer for a few hours and take a walk, get some fresh are, drink some tea, have a doughnut. You're freaking me out JDP, you really are. You're taking this to stalking levels now.

You do realize you are going to be remembered for this now? You are not going to be remembered for your books, you are going to be remembered as the angry, hate-filled, psychbitch who wrote 5,000 posts on how much you hated EelKat. Is that REALLY how you wanted history to remember you?

5,000 forum posts about how much you hate me and my books? That's a little obsessive, don't you think? No. It's a lot obsessive. And it takes a lot of time. I know. I did it on the SoapBox remember? And I was only posting a single line in each post, and it took FOREVER. So I know the amount of time, it took you to write 5,000 LONG forum posts, and do it in only a few days. Tell me, did you get any sleep that month?

I'm trying to understand what your problem is, because I really don't think it's me or my books. It looks like you got some really major issues going on in your life and your frustrated and are looking for someone to take it out on, and I think you are being in danger of becoming dangerous. You need to calm down JDP. This 6 month long conniption...that's kind of extreme.

You read a book. You didn't like it. And you are acting like ... I don't know what you are acting like, but this ISN'T a normal reaction to not liking a book you read, and like I said, you are starting to freak me out.

What in the hell pissed you off so much that you reacted, in such a petty, childish way? What was with all the anger? I almost have to ask based on your books (which I did buy and read, because I wanted to find out what sort of books were written by someone who would do this type of thing? --- Or was that your plan all along? Bash my books to drive traffic to yours? You are a freaking lunatic JDP, you know that right?) you really HATE men, don't you? Your books are all very pro-fem-liberator. 

Your books, are all female characters and read in the same angry style you posted on the forum, and my impression is somewhere along the line a man really fucked you over and you now hate every man on the planet, and the only reason my Screaming Unicorn pissed you off is because, it glorifies male genitals, something you seem to utterly loath.

Which then leads me to ask: Do you act like this every time you read a book that has a male character in it? Because, Honey, male  characters make up 90% of the characters in books. That's an awful lot of books for you to go hating.

I'd question the incident more if I was the only author who was singled out, but I wasn't. 73 authors left KBoard during this incident. And more then 3/4 of them wrote gay fiction.  I was one of 73 authors who fell under heavy fire by JDP and her fellow "EAF Erotica Authors" (as they called themselves.) By the middle of October it had become very clear that any author who wrote male/male gay fiction was not welcomed on KBoards and risked being brutally bullied and harassed if they dared to openly admit on KBoards that they wrote gay fiction, the authors of Gay Erotica getting the biggest brunt of the hate force.

It seems, near as I can tell, that my Quaraun series fell under attack, simply because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time (on KBoards with a newly published book featuring a gay couple, during October 2014, when there were several new "EAF Erotica Author" members, on the hunt for any gay author to take down.

Now, there have been readers who have said the story was "Gay Erotica" and oddly, for a few weeks in October (during the height of the KBoards Incident) Amazon, moved this book out of the Epic Fantasy section and into the Gay Erotica section. I had to contact Amazon and ask for a manual review of the book, in order to verify that it WAS NOT Erotica, at which point Amazon put it back in Epic Fantasy where it belongs.

While there were more then 50 authors (and 1 author with 52 accounts) involved in the protest that took place on KBoards demanding a boycott of me, my books, and specifically the Quaraun series, in trying to sort out what happened and how this thing got started, the oldest posts I could find were all written by JDP and all of them were hysterical rants comparing "REAL Erotica" to "FAKE Erotica", the earliests posts being back and forth conversations with herself between her own 2 accounts. 

JDP, since you made 5,000 forum posts to describe my Quaraun series as:

 "EelKat is a FAKE Erotica author, she's too stupid and retarded to know what Erotica is. I know what Erotica is because I've been writing REAL Erotica since 2006."

I think, I therefore need to address this, because it seems to be bothering you quiet a bit. You did say it 5,000 times after all.

Somehow you got it into your head that the Quaraun series was erotica, and then you read it and it wasn't Erotica, and you flipped the frick out. So, you wanted my attention, otherwise, why would you have said that so many times? Well, you got my attention, okay? Actualy, you AREN't the one, I'm mad at. LG is the one who REALLY got my attention. You I was ignoring. But LG's replies to your posts... yeah ...that's not something I can ignore, but before we address LG's comments, I'm going to adress YOUR comment which is what LG was replying to.

As EVERYONE knows. I do NOT respond PRIVATELY to private messages or emails. All of my responses are ALWAYS public. JDP, I've already had readers ask me if the Quaraun series was Erotica and already answered them, long before the series even started to be published. So, let's answer your question, shall we?










*This question and it's answer was previously written and being copied from HERE, so it doesn't "specifically" apply it's answer to the situation of the boycott; I am copying it over to here, because I had already answered a reader's question "Is this series Erotica" and had JDP or LG or SC had any sense, they would have looked that up and read it BEFORE having their false accusation and hysterics on Kboards.

Google is your friend people, AND the link to this page WAS in my forum signature on KBoards, so, you didn't even have to Google to find out what genre this series was, you could have just used your brain and taken a look at the link in my forum signature which went to the page here about the Quaraun series where this question was posted originally.

I'm just going to repost that answer into this space rather then write up a new answer for this situation. Because my time is valuable, and I don't have free time to waste rewriting something I already wrote months ago. You people may have time to do nothing but sit on the internet post forum posts all day, but I don't, because unlike you, I happen to have a life, outside, in the sunlight, and I choose to live it, so copy & paste time...

It's a fairly long answer (8,000 or so words) and I won't be continueing my answer to the boycott until the end of this one, so you got a lot more reading ahead of you.

I've put coloured bars at the beginning and end of this question & it's answer so you know when it stops and I actually start talking about the boycott. If you have previously read the answer to the question via it's original page, then just scroll down, till you reach the colored bars :










ANSWER TO THE #1 
MOST ASKED QUESTION ABOUT THE QUARAUN SERIES:

Is it Erotica?

Short answer:

NO!

No. It's a spin-off of The Twighlight Manor series and thus is the same genre: Literary Bizarro.

It's the story of a seriously depressed, suicidal, gay Autistic Elf who dresses like Liberace and falls in love with a sex-crazed drug dealing bi-sexual unicorn. Yes. I grew up in the 1970s. And this is the prequel to a series I wrote in the 1970s.

No. It's not Erotica. It's Bizarro about a gay Elf and his unicorn.

Quaraun is a gay sissified transvestite Elf, born male but lives as a female, and is cast out of Elven society because of his lifestyle. The series follows his everyday life, following the everyday events of his life as he struggles to find acceptance in a world that has no tolerance for males who choose to dress as women. 

The series is violent as he is constantly bullied, teased, and beaten up by pretty much everyone. A FEW of the 130+ volumes contain sex scenes, because the series follows the everyday events of his life and over the course of his life he does have sex and people are prone to do.

Most of the series follows his relationship with a bi-sexual, serial-killing, shape-shifting, drug-dealing Unicorn, named BoomFuzzy, who lives in a gingerbread house, makes drugged Fae Food to lure unsuspecting Humans to his dinner plate, and is the only person who accepts Quaraun for who he is.

If this were a movie, it'd only be rated PG-13, and rated that only for the language (there is a lot of swearing and dropping of the f-word) and the use of drugs (secondary character is a Faerie specializing in making drugged Fae Food to trap Humans into the Realm of Fae so he can eat them.)

I think my question to you is: WHY are SO MANY people jumping to the conclusion that this series is Erotica? I mean, this is the single most asked question about the series (I have received this question nearly 30 times now). I can not figure out why I'm being bombarded with this question.

Okay, let me put is another way: Do you classify the Austin Powers movies as Erotica? Genre-wise, the Quaraun series most closely matches the Austin Powers series, as the Quaraun series is a silly nonsensical spoof that makes fun of various 1970s/1980s shows. 

Erotica when made into a movie is Rate-X (now called NC-17).

The Austin Powers movies are only rated PG-13 (not even bad enough to be Rated R) and are aimed at an intended age group of 16 to 25 years old. It is considered Young Adult (YA) same as Harry Potter.

LONG ANSWER:

(UPDATE: March 20, 2015: Because this answer is so long, it has now been moved to it's own dedicated page:

CLICK HERE TO READ

It's more then 8,000 words long, and contains full details on what is and is not found in this series.)











So...I'm confused JDP...

...HOW exactly is it that I am either competing with you or out to get you. THIS... right here... NOW ... on this page ... is the FIRST time I have EVER addressed you. I have never replied to one of your forums posts.

Hey, JDP: Guess what? Ask and it shall be given.

I'm competing with you? Explain HOW you came to that conclusion? Since you were saying that I bought your books and read them to see what in the heck it was I was supposedly in competition with (seeing how I had never heard of you prior to your accusations on KBoards)

You write modern day, urban, fem-lib, lesbian fiction, that has a very serious, angry "I hate every one" pro-bitch, fuck the dick attitude. You HATE men and it is oozing out of every corner of your books.

I write quasi-Medieval torture gorn, featuring gay non-Human dressed like Liberace and acting like Vincent Price. I spent 37 years writing EXACTLY ONE THING: The Twighlight Manor series. Everybody they ain't fucking, they is eating.

So, where is the competition JDP?

modern day vs quasi-Medieval

Nope. Those don't compete.

fem-lib vs torture gorn

Nope. Not there either.

lesbian humans vs gay/transvestite non-humans

Nope. That's not it.

You're characters aren't eating people when they get done fucking them, so it ain't that either.

I don't get it. WHERE is the competition?

You have one book, which, as far as I can tell, is the only book that could possible be seen as competing, it's about zombies. But it's like Walking Dead fanfic, it's not alien flesh eaters from space, so even that doesn't compete with mine.

I'm just baffled by your accusations that I'm supposedly competing with you, especially given that'd I'd never even heard of you until you started attacking me on Kboards.

Are you suggesting that you WANT me to compete with you?

I have Autism, JDP. I live in my own world of pink unicorns that you can't see, how exactly do you expect me to compete with you? You write mainstream white American lifestyle characters. I'm not white, I've never lived in American culture. You write lesbians. What do I know about lesbians? JDP, I write what I know.

I have Autism, I lack the ability to imagine things that are not as they actually are. There is a reason I write gay, transvestite, Autistic, Gypsy characters, who wear pink and live in a world cut off from American culture.

You are not writing ANY of the things I write and I am not writing ANY of the things you write, so I am just utterly baffled as to where you see the competition.

And...I'm out to get you?!? WHAT? I've never even heard of you before. How'd you come up with that stupid conclusion?

JDP...you left Kboards, went to TWO other forums, spread a bunch of rumours and lies about me to wind them into a frenzy. Do you want to know HOW I know you did that? EAF and DDF are private forums and no non-member can see what you say there right?

WRONG!

JDP - I've been building websites since 1997. Here's something to chew on:

 I'm an expert at website building. I know pretty much everything there is to know about SEO and Panda, Penguin, Phantom, etc and... 

I used to teach people how to build websites, you know? in fact, I was in the process of helping the owner of Kboards with the forum's "kerfuffle" with Google. Kboards is in finacial trouble, they needed help with their affilatee links, vs Google. In October 2014, Kboards got hit hard by Panda. I know what is wrong with their website. I know how to fix the problem. I was in the process of telling H.V. HOW to fix the problem when I left Kboard. I deleted those posts too.

JDP, Kboards is in serious deep doo-doo with Penguin. They got hit HARD and if they don't have an expert web analyst advisor to tell them how to get out of Google barnyard shit, Kboards is gonna go offline. They don't have people there, who know how to work around Penguin. I do. I've been doing it for years. I was in the middle of helping H.V. SAVE Kboards from being pulled down off the internet by Google.  If they can't fix the Penguin shit they are in with Google, that site won't last to see 2016. People who know how to fix the problem, charge HUNDREDS of dollars an hour. I was doing it for H.V. for free. Kboards is a flounder sinking fast, not many sites have ever survived being hit by Penguin. What do you think happened to Squidoo?

I write java, Html, all that stuff. I'm better at talking to computers in DOS code and java then I am at talking to people. JDP, how do you think I know how to do things like this:

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I was one of the Squdoo SquidAngels. I'm the Squidoo member with all the beeping, blinking, dancing, wild colored Squidoo lenses because I know how to get into the back door of any website and change it's code.  

JDP, I'm a freaking computer programer and website builder and designer, you idiot! Of course I know every thread you start about me, because I can open my website up, inside out and follow all the traffic  breadcrumbs back to it's origins. I can tell you exact numbers of how many people visited my site from each country. Give me a few minutes and I can come up with their home addresses.

JDP, did you know, I can see ALL your PRIVATE threads of EVERY forum, even the private ones...you know the one that ONLY members can see? Yeah. I can. Every time you start a thread about me, and send "minions" as you like to call them over here to my website, it leaves a trail of breadcrumbs, back to the forum thread you created, which I can open and read, now that you have used it to "ping" my site.

Yeah. JDP, think about. Think LONG and HARD about that.  Your private forum, it's not as private as you think...not when you link to me or any other website owned by a webmaster who actually knows how to do web analytics of their site, it isn't.

Let me tell you something about tracking traffic to your site. EVERY time you post a link, ANYWHERE on any forum, even private access ones, Yes DD, even your forum, it's not as private as you think, every time you post a link, when someone clicks that link and visits that site, a little "tracking device" called a breadcrumb, is slapped onto that site. And the owner of that site, if they know how to do it, can look at the list of all the links EVERYWHERE on the internet that have sent traffic to their site. And they can open those links - even the "private" ones to read what was said, to drive traffic to their site. 

It's called website analysis. EVERY website on the internet does this. 

And it's why, I NEVER link to the site/thread/comment or anyone who's attacking me. Why? Because what you are doing is called link baiting. It means, you attack a website and post links to it on a forum, in hopes, that the website owner, responds, like I'm doing right now, and filled their response with links back to YOUR site.

It's a very common, underhanded, dirty pool, marketing tactic, often used by small websites, to get bigger, more popular websites, to unwittingly drive traffic to their small site.

THAT is why not only, do I NOT link, to your site, but I also,  only post the initials of your name. I'm not only not going to give you link traffic, I ain't giving your keyword search engine traffic either.

So, JDP, while you are unwittingly driving LOTS of traffic to my site, but I'm not stupid enough to send traffic, back to your site. Sorry, but I don't fall for that trick.

Every time my site gets a big spike in traffic, I check the source of the traffic and JDP you are spending an inordinate amount of time obsessing over me and demanding that "minions" rise to your "defense" and boycott me to make your life better, because according to your posts on DDF everything that is going wrong in your life is my fault. YES, JDP, I a non-member can read what you wrote, because you posted a link to my website, allowing me access to read the post that sent traffic to me.

(Did you notice how I never link to the pages that are bashing me? If you want to know why, it's because I have no desire to give their site's traffic. You can read about that HERE.)

JDP. Stop. Just Stop. Think about it for a minute. YOU are the one who attacked ME. You and your 50+ "EAF Erotica Authors" attacked me. And what did it get you? The EAF forum got shut down. Now you don't have a forum to "gather minions" from any more.

Do you see what you did JDP/EA? EAF was shut down because of YOU. Think about it.

So, I'm out to get you am I? I wasn't then, but you know, ask and it shall be given. You WANTED me to talk about you, eh? Well now I am. And hey, guess what, I got a lot more fans then you'll ever have, JDP/EA.

You really didn't know who I was did you?

I feel sorry for you JDP/EA, because no forum troll who's ever attacked EelKat has ever been able to live down that flounder of a mistake.

Who here remembers ---M-O-N-K--- or ED or JB.?

ED was a famous Yahoo forum troll in 2004. He attacked one person after another. He attacked and attacked and attacked and then he targeted EelKat.

---M-O-N-K---  SoapBox 2005. He attacked one person after another. He attacked and attacked and attacked and then he targeted EelKat.

JB went to prison, as did JT, and DK.

Are YOU ready to go to prison JDP/EA? Because if you don't stop harassing me, that where you are going. You see, I don't fight with forum trolls. I contact the FBI and let them deal with the forum trolls. You are sadly mistaken if you think the FBI doesn't already know what you and LG and all your little buddies did. What do you think happened to the EAF forum?

But JDP/EA..as much as you want to be in the limelight, you are NOT the one, I'm mad at. 

No. You are just a small, bitter, angry woman, who hates men and seems to especially hate men who pass for women, and it appears that at it's core, you targeting me because I was a transvestite and it just irked you that I even exist, and you seem to have an extra hatred for the male anatomy and my books glorify male anatomy, so you just went bonkers over it. And I'm used to people like you. The world is full of people like you. You are not the one who got me mad, so you are not the one I am now "out to get" as you put it. No, that award goes to Lisa.

JDP/EA, you will go down in history as yet another forum troll who saw nothing wrong with bullying people who are different from you. You will be forgotten.

LG on the other hand...she's gonna be remembered, because she the member who made me leave Kboards. She's the reason, after 30 years of being freely available online - I took down all of my 1,371 How-To Write articles, which had been cross posted to Kboards. LG will be remembered as the bully who was the straw that broke the camel's back.

It upset me that JDP/EA wrote the posts she wrote. but it wasn't JDP/EA's posts that upset me enough to make me leave Kboards. It was the posts made by another author in response to her post that upset me. JDP/EA over the course of 5,000 forum posts, did attract quite a bit of attention. Several authors posted to ask her why she was making a fool of herself on a public forum. 

Two things upset me: 

#1: The single author who created 52 accounts to argue with all 52 versions of herself, calling me a "retard". I went through the posts and counted 70 times that she called me a retard. She used the term many more times, I simply stopped counting when I reached 70.

This went on for a long time. JDP and the 52 account author started bashing my books and slandering my name in September, and I ignored them responding to none of it. I'm used to being called retarded. I've been called retarded more then 15,000 times in my lifetime. Yes, I do keep track. I have Autism. I keep charts of everything.

What upset me and was the REASON I LEFT KBoards, was one word: pedophile

Thing #2:

LG posted in reply to one of JDP's posts:

"Everyone on Kbords has the moral duty to join me in reporting all of EelKat's posts. Let's get that pedophile off KB."

^^^THAT POST^^^

is why I left KBoards.


Name calling. LG. Really? Is that the highest mental ability your brain has? I'm the one that supposed to be the retard, remember? At yet, you're the one who stoops to name calling. 

You remember that 12 year old girl I mentioned back there. The one who was raped in church by a pedophile priest. She was me. He's the reason I carry a machete today. You don't even want to begin to know my hate filled opinions of pedophiles. How much I loath them. And that lying bitch LG, called me a pedophile. That's why I left KBoards. Because I got tired of that forked-tongue bitch slandering my name. 

You it wasn't that long ago, we Scottish Gypsies still had a law for women like that: lock their heads in bird cage and cut their tongue out. It's no wonder America is so overrun with these sorts of disrespectful, lying, gossiping, busy body women. There are no laws to punish them anymore. Does your husband know the things you say? He ought to be doing something to keep you in line. Good god! American men are such wimps, they can not keep their women in control. You wouldn't see a Gypsy woman flapping her mouth off like that. We know own place.

I ignored the posts calling me retarded. I've been called a retarded my whole life. You get used to it after a while.

I ignored the hacker. When I first discovered the hacker, on October 27, 2014, I spent a week, converting my posts back to their original state... I have Autism, I save copies of everything, I had copies of all my original posts saved. It was an easy enough problem to fix, once I'd discovered it had happened.

But I'm not a pedophile. I'm not anything remotely close to a pedophile. And I take great offence at LG calling me that horrid word.

One November 10, 2014, LG went hysterical posting on several threads. She practically started a riot. Moderator BQ came in and locked her threads and did "forum decorum" edits and warned LG that she could get blocked is she didn't "stop calling people out on the forum".

"Everyone on Kbords has the moral duty to join me in reporting all of EelKat's posts. Let's get that pedophile off KB."

That was what the posts said before BQ edited it out and warned LG to not do it again.

I didn't know LG, she rarely posted in any of the areas I did on KBoards so I rarely ran acrossed her. But when I saw that post, I opened her profile and went to her old posts and started reading them. She had a lot to say...

A LOT. And for a long time. And I don't know why she said any of the things she did about me. 

All I can say, is that LG is very sick, twisted, evil, religion crazed, lunatic. See? I can stoop to your level low-functioning brainlessness and call YOU names too.

Name calling hurts, Lisa. Or hadn't you heard?

There was so much hatred and just one post after another, "calling people to action" falsely accussing me of being a pedphile, and railing out a wild slew of hysterical, crazed, accusations.

Her posts included to say things such as:

"let's dry up her sales"

"we need to kill her career"

"her pedophile books should be banned"

"Let's destroy her career"

"people like her need to be shot in the head"

...and a lot worse...oh a lot worse...she said things, not even I would dream of repeating... she wrote a lot of details about what she thought I did and what she thought I was. I don't see how it was even legal for her to post the things she said. It's a sick, twisted mind that could even think of the things she said.

When you said those things about me LG, you forgot one very important thing: I have Autism, I don't have normal Autism.

I have Savant Autism.

I don't tell lies and play mind games like you do LG because...

I have Savant Autism.

I have one thing I can do extraordinarily well... and guess what that is? I read, I remember, and I can write my thoughts with vivid clarity and even without talking I can tell the world what you did.

I may be too retarded to do a single damned thing else, but I write. I write a lot. And I don't like being bullied. And I'm not gonna sit back and be bullied.

I don't talk, I require help to do everything, but I can write. My mind works, even though my body doesn't.

I can barely feed myself. I need help to use the toilet. Do you have any idea how disabled I am? Where do you get off calling me a pedophile?

I read the 100 most recent posts she had made and then, I just deleted all 1,371 of my How-To Articles (huge articles - most of them 10,000 to 20,000 words each). In my 7 years on KBoards I had devoted a lot of my time to helping new writers get started, including LG. She wouldn't have her writing career had I not written those articles. She is one of the authors who two years ago, attributed her success to me help via KBoards. And she repaid my kindness with making up lies about my sex life and making an active attempt to as she put it "destroy" my career as a writer.

This is a woman who does a lot of name calling. In my experience people who resort to name calling, generally have a very low IQ. I'd like to see your MENSA score, LG. Based on all the name calling you did in your posts, I doubt if you can even top 100.

Name calling is always the first sign of someone with a low IQ.

I've gotten a lot of emails since Nov 11, 2014, asking me to return to Kboards. Asking me to repost all those articles I took down. But you gotta understand something: in addition to Autism, I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder so bad that it is physically crippling. 

I was the victim of a pedophile and if you've never though that, you don't know what it does to your mind. 

My PTSD is very bad. The panic attacks frequently hospitalize me. I can't be around ANYTHING that reminds me of what happened. I can't be around men who wear BRUT cologne, because he did, or SURE deodorant, because he did.

You want to see a panic attack, try to get me in a Mormon church building and watch what happens. How long it takes before the ambulance gets there.

You don't know, how really hard it is for me to even be in the same room with a man. Not even relatives. Not even family. You don't know how bad it is, living with PTSD.

The things LG said, triggered a lot of bad memories. To the point that I had to be hospitalized in critical condition on November 14, 2014. That was a Tuesday and the doctors, didn't expect me to make it to the end of the week.

I had a heart attack and went into septic shock, because of the things LG said. 

My blood pressure was 70/60 and my heart rate 122.

Doctors freaked out because a red stripe showed up on my left arm, from my shoulder to my hand, and the veins on my neck and chest, turned purple and my chest turned blue.

I'm not sure what that meant, I don't know medical stuff, but they said I almost died.

I was still touch and go until December 27, 2014. And it's now February and I'm still not well enough to drive.

Two people died in the war on KBoards already. LG almost made it 3. I'm sorry, but my health is not well enough for me to come back. I can't take the risk of another PTSD attack like that. I barly lived through that one. Doctors say I won't make it through another.

That's why I deleted all of my accounts, everywhere, not just KBoards.

I love talking with my readers.

I love helping other writers.

But I'm not strong enough to do that in the midsts of others being mean and vindictive. It is a matter of life and death now, and as suicidal as I have been in the past, this whole event, this almost dying, did make me realize I don't really want to die, I just want the pain to stop. Beside, I have a 130 part serial to finish. In spite of the people who hate the series, I've got quite a few fans who are eagerly awaiting more of it. I can't very well write it if I'm dead.

As baffled as I was by JDP's weird "FAKE Erotica" vs "REAL Erotica" rants about something that isn't Erotica to begin with...it was nothing compared to my confusion of LG's accusation of calling the books "Pedophile Erotica"...

Wait...what? "Pedophile Erotica"? What in the heck is "Pedophile Erotica"? Good God! Does such a thing even exist? And if it did, how is it even legal? What kind of a sick mind, comes up with something like "Pedophile Erotica" and why am I being accused of writing it?

Christian Paranormal Urban Romance author LG described the Quaraun series as "Pedophile Erotica" and "Child Porn" in her replies to JDP's posts on KBoards. LG then started a thread on KBoards requesting all members join her in "reporting all of EelKat's posts. Let's get that pedophile off KB."

I don't understand why she said the things she said. And I have Autism, so I can't get them out of my head. They just keep replaying in my mind over and over again. They won't stop. That's the curse of living with Autism. You can't control the things you remember and you can forget nothing. They won't go away until you find an answer. It's maddening, trying to live with Autism, when run across something you don't understand.

The thing I don't understand, is what could have possibly have possessed her to say those horrible, mean, vindictive, hate filled things? 

It was LG's posts on KBoards which baffled me most of all and continue to baffle me. Why? Because there are no underaged characters in the Quraun series. Quaraun is 330 years old at the start of the series and Unicorn stopped counting his age after he reached a thousand years old.

Quaraun is a young middle aged Elf. At 330 Elven years, he is about 35 years old where he a Human.

Unicorn is a very old Phookan Faerie, nearing the end of his life. Where he a Human, he'd be about 90 or 100.

Quaraun and Unicorn are the ONLY two characters in The Night of The Screaming Unicorn so, how did LG come to the conclusion that this was  "Pedophile Erotica" and "Child Porn" ?

I can only assume that she was referencing the huge age difference between Quaraun and Unicorn. A Pedophile is an adult over the age of 21 who goes after children under the age of 12. There are NO CHILDREN in this book. The youngest character is 330 years old (equivalent to a 35 year old Human).

An elderly man in his 90s having a sexual relationship with an young man in his 30's is NOT  "Pedophile Erotica" and "Child Porn"  and anyone who thinks it is, really needs to sit down and just read a dictionary.

 The Night of The Screaming Unicornis listed as Dec/May relationship. Is THAT what LG is referring to? Is she so clueless as to what Dec/May means, that she just automatically assumed Dec/May mens an adult with a child?

Dec = old.

May = young.

It DOES NOT mean: Dec = adult or May = child.

The only other thing I can think of that could have inspired her to say these things is the cover art and title of one of the later books in the series: A Baby For The Necromancer (not due out until 2016)

This story, takes place after Quaraun and Unicorn have been together for over a decade and are considered a married couple, in spite of their both being male and living in a culture that does not allow gay marriage. They are able to pass off as a married couple, however, because few people are aware Quaraun is a male (he is a transvestite after all...he wears dresses, make-up, lots of jewelry, and acts like a refined aristocratic lady.)

Quaraun is, throughout the series, very effeminate, very maternal, and acts far more female then most women.

In the early volumes, Quaraun is a Lich Hunter, but in the later volumes, he has given up Lich Hunting for "helping the helpless" and after going through several villages helping families, he starts to act like a broody mother hen wanting to settle down with a family.

Quaraun no longer wants to travel, going on quests and adventures in A Baby For The Necromancer when he and Unicorn stumble across a razed Human village. 

(Keep in mind at this point, that the original FanFicion.net story I had written was a Lord sesshomaru fanfic, and Quaraun was Sesshomaru in the original. If you know the InuYasha story which Sesshomaru comes from, then you know what happens next in the Quaraun series starting with A Baby For The Necromancer )

They at first assume everyone dead, but in looking for survivors they find a Human baby still alive, which they adopt and raise as their daughter. This will be the first volume with the third primary character Pippiyata.

The remainder of the story (which as of today February 21, 2015 is at 22,000 words), is their struggle to keep the baby, when in the next village they enter, they are accused of having kidnapped her.  This event results in the injury which cripples Quaraun for the rest of his life and resulting in their settling down in a pink castle.

There are no sex scenes in this volume at all, and the story focuses largely on the struggles of a gay couple trying to adopt a baby in a society that would really like to just execute them and be rid of them. This story is inspired by actual events from my own life: we've been trying to adopt a baby for close to 20 years now and are continually denied because our lifestyle isn't "normal".

There is no "Pedophile Erotica" or "child porn" in this or any other book in the Quaraun series and I am very upset by LG's false accusations about what she just ASSUMES my books to be. 

It is obvious she has never read my books and was jumping to conclusions based on the fact that she has no clue what Dec/May relationship means, saw a book that mentioned "baby" in the title and showed a crib on the cover, and saw JDP falsely calling the series Erotica. She just jumbled her misconceptions and misinformation together and ran around flapping her lying mouth off without ever once stopping to think about the consequences of her actions.

And there were consequences:

LG: You caused a lot of problems for me. You really did. Because you lied and ran all over the internet posting comments saying that this book was what you called  "Pedophile Erotica" and "Child Porn", hundreds of random strangers started emailing nasty hate mail and death threats to me. One of them showed up in my yard and threatened to kill me and my family.

LG: Because of your lies, falsely calling me the author of  "Pedophile Erotica" and "Child Porn", vandals showed up in my yard to dump SEVEN 18-wheel crate-dump trucks of tires and pallets in my yard, which the town is fining me $15,000 for!

LOOK at what they did to our farm Lisa!

LOOK at what your busy-body, gossiping lies did:

Do you see that picture? That brook is our drinking water. We can't drink it anymore because of the oil leaching off the telephone poles that they dumped in it. 

Do you see that picture? There are so many smashed wood pallets against the door of out outhouse that we don't have a place to piss or take a dump anymore?

JDP/EA? LG? Do you SEE what YOU did to my family?

We were still harvesting our crops. Thousands of dollars of crops were destroyed by those trucks. People dumped garbage on our land, because you two lied online about me, told people I was "garbage" so one of the people who read your lies, got it into their head to dump garbage on our land.

And the thought did occur to me that LG had "other" reason for saying what she said.

People don't like transvestites. It's easier for most people to tolerate an Autistic or a Gypsy, then a transvestite.

It's also not uncommon in Christian communities, for Christian women, to use the word pedophile as synonymous with the words transvestite or gay.

I can find no reason, why she said this about me or my books, and am left to the conclusion that because she is a narrow-minded super Christina, she doesn't know the difference between the words pedophile and transvestite.

Yeah.

Just one more stereotype I have to live with because people are too stupid to know what words actually mean.

In a strange twist, on October 28, 2014 mega-bestseller Erotica author, SC joined JDP and LG, and began emailing me threats saying that "Gypsy scum doesn't deserve to live" and "we don't want your kind on our forum". And oddly, her ISP is the same ISP as one of the two ISPs that were used to hack my KBoards account. The other ISP was local. VERY local. In Biddeford, Maine less the 5 miles from my home.

Evidence now suggests that it was long time (local) stalker (unpublished author wannabe) Kendra The Silver Salamander, who then joined the band wagon by creating 52 fake accounts and using one of them to hack my KBoards account, and change all of my posts into utter chaotic raving madness, as only K/SS can do best. (This is not the first time she has hacked one of my accounts. I don't know how long this woman has been stalking me, I first became aware of it in October 2006.)  (You really need to stop harassing me Kendra. This has been going on for 9 years and I'm really getting sick of you invading my life every October. Who the hell are you? What is your freaking problem? Do you not have a life? Do you really have nothing better to do than harass me year after year after year after year? I am so damned sick of you popping up in my life every October. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE AND LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU SICK FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT! There is really something seriously wrong with you Kendra, I am tired of you stalking me.)

This woman shows up at my home, shows up at restaurants and cafes when I am eating, shows up at the library when I am studying,  in 2012 she showed up at college and slashed my tires. She has long strawberry blond red wavy hair, is about 50/60 years old and wears big "Janis Joplin" style glasses, and carries a white poodle that she dyed purple; she believes the dog to be a dragon. We don't know her real name, but she calls herself Kendra The Silver Salamander. She claims her father owns FunTown SplashTown (this is not true, I know the people who do own the park).  She has a deep hatred for all published authors, claiming they are only published because they used psychic powers to suck ideas out of her head; she says this is why she is still unpublished, because all the published authors won't stop tapping into her brain. She appears to have serious mental health issues.  She talks to herself, repeating single phrases over and over again. "It's my turn to shine!" being her most commonly repeated phrase. She has a volatile temper and is prone to wild screaming fits while shaking her dog in your face. She is wanted in connection with the grease fryer bomb that blew up my house and left both myself and my dad crippled, in October 2006.

K/SS has no ability to grasp the fact that I am seriously disabled, and has, every October since 2006, staged anti-EelKat protests on NaNoWriMo, making wild (and false) claims about my life and my lifestyle. She is of the opinion that I am a millionaire. She believes I live in not one, but three mansions, she believes I drive several Rolls Royces.

Though she has accosted me on several occasions in various public places, she has never seen me standing or walking and is clueless to the fact that since the bombing of my house in 2006 I am crippled, I wear a leg brace, a back brace, 2 arm braces, 2 ankle braces, and walk with a cane, usually requiring the assistance of another person to sit and stand. Each time she has attacked me in person, I have been seated at a desk in a library or a table in a restaurant.

Likewise, she seems to be unaware of my Autism, or at least, the fact that I don't talk and must write/type my words to communicate with people. While I can talk, few Americans are able to understand my speech, as I have a Native Maine accent and speak Scottish English, and because of my Autism the words are jumbled and spoken very fast. As such, K/SS has never heard me speak. 

This however, has not stopped her from starting threads on the NaNoWriMo forum, every year, to "warn" people of several various accusations, depending on her moods, and usually include such phrases as "I heard EelKat say..." or "When EelKat was walking to..."

I can neither talk, nor walk. K/SS has a bad habit of telling a LOT of lies about me. And she does this EVERY October. I'm not sure how long she's been doing it. I only found out about her during the  investigation of the bombing of my house in 2006, when she had been posting "I wish someone would kill EelKat for me". A thread on which commenters joked about building a bomb, 8 days before someone put a bomb in my house. One of the commenters, went to prison. He built the bomb on K/SS's request. 

While I had been a member of NaNoWriMo since 2004, I had never been on their forum, before 2006, because I was unaware there was a forum. 

I was not aware of K/SS's continued anti-EelKat threads until 2 years later, when another NaNoWriMo member asked me, if I had seen the threads one of the MLs made each year, publically bashing my name. That was when I learned that NaNoWriMo had a separate forum for each state and the first time I visited the State of Maine forum of NaNoWriMo.

Who this woman is and why she was harassing me, I don't. 

I don't know why she follows me around both online and offline.

She is extremely obsessed with me and I don't why.

If you know the identity of this woman, please forward her information to the FBI. She has put me and my family through 9 years of hell.

Given the nature and time (October) of the attack of KBoards, evidence suggests that K/SS is the one who hacked my account. Evidence also suggests that K/SS most likely hacked JDP, LG, and SC's accounts as well.

I do not know if JDP, LG, or SC are even aware of what happened on Kboards, via their accounts. I contacted them to alert them what was going on and they did not reply.

But it was October and it was the first October that K/SS did not attack me on NaNoWriMo, which suggests it her attack on Kboards, via other people's accounts.

Especially given that one of JDP's posts said: "It's my turn to shine" and most of JDPs attack was claiming I was in competition with her, which is in fact K/SS's most frequent accusation used in her NaNoWriMo posts. 

And the fact that the hacker, used my Gypsy ancestry and made lots of references to my being retarded, and targeted my books with October publication dates. All things with K/SS has done, every October since at least 2006.

Plus the hacker went wild, trying to "back up" JDP's accusations, but posting via my account, lots of wild "I'm a millionaire" braggings. Making it very obvious that both my account's posts and JDP's account's posts were being written by the same hacker.

Kendra don't seem to understand that an adult with Autism, can't take care of themselves. They can't get jobs, because no one will hire them. I average 400 job applications a year, every year for more then 20 years now. I write for a living because I don't have any other option, and contrary to what other authors have said about me, I've never made more then $2,000 in a single year. Not once in my entire life.  YES, my TOTAL yearly income is LESS THAN the average person's MONTHLY income.

And the $2,000 thats the MOST, a lot of years it's only $1,000, and I've had several years under $600. Yeah, $50 a month. It was okay when I had a house, but a grease fryer bomb took the house, and now because of the Kboards Incident, if I don't come up with $15,000 before April 2015, to pay for the clean up cost of the vandalism damages, the town says they are going to take the land. The land's all I have. I don't even have enough money to buy, food, I'm only surviving because I farm the land. I'll starve to death if they take the land. The people on KBoards, they don't know what they did. I don't have a place to park the motorhome if they take the land and I don't have enough money to put gas in the motorhome to move it. I don't even make $2,000 a year and I need $15,000 in less then 60 days.

And these people don't even care, that they've done this to me, because I have Autism and to them, I'm not worth living. I mean, they want me dead. They said that. They said "people like her should be shot in the head". That's the kind of people I'm dealing with here.

I don't know who this Kendra person is, or what her problem is, or why she is so hung up on me, but she has staged one of these weird online and offline freak-out attacks every single October since 2006.

If anybody reading this knows who this Kendra person is, PLEASE, forward her information to the FBI. She IS wanted in connection to the attempted murder of my family, via a grease fryer bomber, which was put in our house October 2006. That was the first time we were "introduced" to this Kendra person. She has been stalking my family for 9 years. She was the one posting death threats on the NaNoWriMo forum, requesting that someone kill me, days before the grease fryer bomb was put in our house. Both my and my father are crippled and can no longer walk unaided because of the bomb.

I have been homeless and living under a 8x6 tarp, ever since Kendra and the grease fryer bomb that blew up our house October 2006. Yes, even during winter, snow, and blizzards. 

The bomb resulted in $3million in medical bills, which are still not yet paid and that is why I have been unable to rebuild a house these past 8 years.

I have contacted all 4 of these authors asking why they chose to attack my books in the way that they did, but only Kendra responded and she's quite proud of what she did. As usual she says "It's my turn to shine!"  as her reason  for what she did. JDP, LG, and SC have refused to comment on their harassment, cyber bullying,  stalking, trolling, offline vandalisms, drive by shootings, and death threats.

I don't understand people who do things like this. What is the point? What is their motive? What is their goal? What drives them to do this sort of thing? I don't get it at all. It makes no sense to me on any level whatsoever. 

And how does somebody have enough free time to spend that much time doing this sort of thing? Do they really have nothing else to do? Are their lives that empty that the only thing they can find to do is harass people via the internet?

Jolie: What the fuck? 5,000 forum posts about how much you hate me? What the friggin fuck? 5,000 forum posts? In less then a month? Are you just online 24 hours a day?  Are you completely insane? God, I so gotta make you into a character for the Quaraun series.  I feel so sorry for you. To have that much time on your hands, you must be so lonely. You have absolutely no one in your life do you? You know what, maybe, instead of of trolling forums and raving insanity at fellow authors, you should try turning the computer off once in a while and going outside, maybe meet a person. You have heard of Humans before right? You know other people like yourself. Outside. In the sunlight. 

Lisa: What the fuck? Please tell me what denomination your holier than thou ass strolled out of so I can be sure never to attend one of it's church services. Good God! Have you ever even read the Bible? TIP: Try Proverbs, especially that bit about the evil woman who ran from house to house, gossiping. NEWSFLASH SugarPlum: I'm an ordained minster, with a church and congregation, I'm turning what you did into a sermon, on wolves in sheep's clothing, who PRETEND to be Christian, while committing the sin of busy-body, gossiping, spreading of falsehoods and telling lies. HOW DARE YOU! You despicable piece of shit. Next time you feel like calling somebody a pedophile, find out who they are.  You vile bitch, may you burn forever in Hell. I was a victim of child rape. There isn't anything on this planet I hate worse then a pedophile.

Kendra:  Go jump off a cliff. Please. Shoot yourself. Drown yourself. Hang yourself. I don't care. Hey, here's one, next time you hire somebody to build a bomb, blow yourself up. Yeah, I'm extra pissed at you. I used to have bum leangth hair. But you know how it is with bombs. I wear wigs now, and I had to have plastic surgery to reconstruct my face. It's why there are no close up photos of me since the bomb that blew up my house and left my dad in a coma. I am so sick of you. Every single October for 9 years, there you are, in my life. And I have no idea who you are or where you came from. Kendra, normal people don't do things like this. Nine friggin years? Really? Do you even have a life? Are you EVER not online stalking me? Are you ever going to stop showing up at my house, at my friends houses, and my relatives house? Will you find somebody else to obsess over for a change? What the hell is wrong with you?

Scarlett: Hitler is dead. You know that right? It's illegal to murder Gypsies now. Or hadn't you heard? It's also illegal to threaten to kill Gypsies. But hey, wave that white power flag high as you want. You can just kiss my non-white Scottish ass. I should probably go put on my kilt so I can moon you better, eh? What is you hate more? That I'm Scottish or that I'm a Gypsy?

Initially when this first happened, I gave them the benefit of the doubt, assuming that whoever had hacked my KB account had likewise hacked their accounts. This was why I contacted them, to alert them to the fact that my KB account had been hijacked and I suspected their accounts had been hijacked as well.

HOWEVER...JDP has posted the same attacks on at least 3 other forums that I am aware of, indicating that she is in fact the person behind her KBoards posts. And the stuff she says, is so similar to the stuff Kendra says, that I'm starting to wonder if JDP is not just YET ANOTHER of Kendra's many accounts.

Were JDP/EA, LG, and SC's accounts hacked? Did the person who hacked my account, also hack their's and use their accounts to attack me without their knowledge? Or was it really JDP/EA, LG, and SC doing these things? I don't know. Like I said, I contacted them and asked: Were you the one who said these false accusations about me and my books, or was someone hacking your account and pretending to be you and using your account without your permission, to say those things?

Like I said, there was a hacker on the loose. My account was hacked and posting stuff without my knowledge or consent. I was not online when this happened: I was in the hospital having surgery. I was still in the hospital recovering from surgery when an offline friend visited me and asked me what the fuck had happened to my KBoards account. It was the reason I logged back into KBoards on Nov 11, 2014 and deleted everything.

More than 50 newly created anonymous ID accounts were created in September, all in the space of 3 days. Every one of those accounts claimed to be what they called "an EAF Erotica Author" - those are the 50+ accounts that did the most damage, to the most authors.

There were 3 other "named" authors involved in the attacks on my and my books, they did contact me back: they had no knowledge of what was going on at KBoards, they had not logged into their accounts in over a year. Their accounts, where also saying things. They were members who had left KBoards in 2013, and had suddenly appeared back on KBoards all the same week. (Several long time members commented on why so many old long gone members returned the same week.) Their accounts were hijacked and being used by a hacker to attack other authors, without their consent or knowledge. So it does remain a possibility that JDP/EA, LG, and SC themselves were not responsible for what was said via their accounts during these attacks.

However, they did not respond. Which leads me to believe that their accounts were NOT hacked and it WAS them saying those things about me, otherwise, they would have responded to deny their involvement in the KBoards Incident. If they were innocent of these crimes, they would have responded to clear their name, for only the guilty have reason to hide.

Whoever did it: either the authors whose names were listed on the accounts in question, the a hacker who hijacked said accounts: it doesn't change the fact, that is what a very violent incident and 2 authors died, others were physically injured in in physical offline attacks, some lost their careers and incomes, and many were terribly terrorized and traumatized. 

Who the person(s) was behind this attack on these authors, they need to be held responsible for their actions and made and example of, so that something like this never happens again, not on Kboards, nor any other forum.

If you did do these things, what you did was despicable, I want an apology from each of you, published just as widespread and vehemently public, as you posted your lies about me. And: you owe the Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine $15,000  in clean up costs, to removed the 12' tall, 30' wide, 175' long pile of garbage that is now sitting in our yard.

If you did not do these things and someone else used your accounts to do them, what they did was despicable, it is your responsibility, to find out who it was who impersonated you and used your accounts to do these things, and help me take them to court, because they  owe the Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine $15,000  in clean up costs, to removed the 12' tall, 30' wide, 175' long pile of garbage that is now sitting in our yard.

I think one of the problems with these people is, they don't see me in person. they only know me online, and they are deceived by the fact that I can type my words to "talk" coherently, and I'm an adult, so they don't stop and think what my having Autism means. 

They think I must have Aspergers and just be a normal person with quirks.

Because I can type they don't think I'm actually Autistic.

Because I'm an adult, they don't think I could possibly have real Autism.

One of those forum trolls even said that.

He said "You aren't ACTUALLY Autistic. They can't communicate. They can't think."

Another said: "You don't have REAL Autism, like my son has, you only have Aspergers."

And what do they judge that by? My books. My articles. My forum posts. They think because I can type and because I'm an adult, that I'm not Autistic.

NEWSFLASH: When you're son reaches 18, he's still gonna be Autistic.

A lot of people see Autism as a childhood illness. There's all kinds of help for parents of autism, and teachers of autism, and day care providers of autism but soon as that autistic child turns 18, that it's. Their are done. There's no more help for them, like POOF the Autism went away because they are adults.

People don't seem to understand that an adult with Autism, can't take care of themselves. They can't get jobs, because no one will hire them. I average 400 job applications a year, every year for more then 20 years now.

And why will no one hire me? Have you ever seen the movie Rainman? People don't hire me because I am like THIS:

I talk just like that^^^

I act just like that ^^^

I rock when I stand just like that^^^

I write for a living because I don't have any other option, and contrary to what other authors have said about me, I've never made more then $2,000 in a single year. Not once in my entire life.  YES, my TOTAL yearly income is LESS THAN the average person's MONTHLY income.

And the $2,000 thats the MOST, a lot of years it's only $1,000, and I've had several years under $600. Yeah, $50 a month. 

It was okay when I had a house, but a grease fryer bomb took the house, and now because of the Kboards Incident, if I don't come up with $15,000 before April 2015, to pay for the clean up cost of the vandalism damages, the town says they are going to take the land. The land's all I have. I don't even have enough money to buy, food, I'm only surviving because I farm the land. I'll starve to death if they take the land. The people on KBoards, they don't know what they did. I don't have a place to park the motorhome if they take the land and I don't have enough money to put gas in the motorhome to move it. I don't even make $2,000 a year and I need $15,000 in less then 60 days.

And these people don't even care, that they've done this to me, because I have Autism and to them, I'm not worth living. I mean, they want me dead. They said that. They said "people like her should be shot in the head". That's the kind of people I'm dealing with here.

I have Autism, so they think doing this sort of thing is okay. They think I don't have feelings, or I'm too stupid to know what they are doing. They don't think I'm hurt by what they do.  When they get done bullying me they have friend they can go off with. I have a dog, a rabbit, and 14 cats,  and a husband in his 70s who has alzheimer's and it's been 13 years since he remembered he had a wife. It's a good day when he remembers my name. He was my primary caretaker and no I'm his. I require 24 hour adult supervision. I've been without a caretaker for several years now. It's been 8 years since I had daily meals. Or really meals at all. I can make a SubWay sandwich last 5 day, because I have to. I'll end up 4 days  without food at all if I don't.

The thing is...no one cares. No one. Not one single person on the entire planet. There are 368 people in my family. There is an aunt with 8 husbands and an uncle with 5 wives. I have an uncle who makes $2million dollars a year. My mother was #8 of 11 surviving children (there were 12 born alive and 3 stillborns.) 10 of the 11 had at least 4 children each wife, though most had more then 6 each wife. I have an aunt who gave birth to 15 children. I have 64 first cousins, each of whom has 2 to 12 children per wife. Yeah. There are 368 people in my family and every one of them knows how I live and why. I have Autism so they don't care. In their own words I am "the child of Satan", they believe that Autism is demon possession.

Of course about half of them also believe HaleBop would take them to heaven. They are members of a group called Heaven's Gate. My extended family has been involved in 5 murder-suicides. A group of them kills themselves every time a comet flies over head. Usually it's only 4 or 5 people at a time. 37 people died in the biggest one though. They are now waiting scientists to discover a comet called Wormword. They say all the other comets were the wrong ones and Wormwood is the one they are waiting for next. If scientists ever find a comet named Wormwood, there'll be about 200 people die next time.

I survived one murder-suicide when I was 14. It's why I have no contact with any of them any more. They are crazy and I don't want to be around people who think it's okay to put poison in your drinks. I don't like them, even if they are family. They really scare me a lot. I don't like watching people die. I don't want to watch people die again, that why I'm glad, they don't help me, because I know what they are like. If they helped me, they'd use that against me to take my freedom away.

I may not have a house, or a normal income, or enough food to eat, but I have my freedom. They nailed the windows shut and put boards over them and put locks up and down the outside of the door. I don't like being put in a room with nailed windows and locks on the door. I don't ever want to live with them again. It is very hard to live on my own, without caretakers, but I will NEVER go back to them.

Do you know what Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is like? It's worse then the Autism.

Do you know, that when I was a kid, I used to drink Kool-Aid. Tang was my favorite drink.

Did you know that I as hard as cooking for myself is for me, that since I was 14, I've not allowed ANYONE to touch my food. I won't eat food they made. I won't eat food they've bought. I buy my food, separate, and I keep it locked in the car. I'm the only one with a  key to that car.

They poison the drink mix power. I have a massive phobia of powder, drink mix, colored drinks. Since I was 14, I haven't drunk anything but water. Did you know, that my phobia of of someone poisoning my drink is so bad today that if you even look at my drink, I'll dump it out. You don't even have to touch it. And I won't accept a drink from anyone. No one. I bring an outside drink with me to restaurants, because I can't even buy a drink at a restaurant. It's that bad. That's what being the survivor of a murder-suicide did to me.

You want to see the room? Oh yes. I have pictures. I have pictures of everything. My grandmother gave me a camera, the relatives didn't know I had it. I kept it hidden under my skirts. I have pictures of everything they did.


The boarded up window.

The floor below the boarded up window aka "my bed".

And a few of the many locks on the doors (the door with windows - that's bulletproof plexi-glass) 

When you tell me, that you can't help me, because I have 368 people in my family, and I have to ask THEM...you are telling me, to go to people who did THAT^ to me. 

I took those pictures in 2010. I did go to them for help. In their minds. I have Autism, and therefor I belong in that room, begging god for forgiveness. Begging god to remove my demon. They believe I have a demon in me. That's what they think Autism is. I'm in my 40s. They were locking me in that room as recent as 5 years ago.

In the Quaraun book, Quaraun tells Unicorn about how his uncle locked him in a room for days without food or water. I can write scenes like that because they happened to me and I know what it feels like to be alone and sared in a room with no light and windows boarded up and nailed shut, and 5 padlocks on the outside of the door, and sitting on the floor for days, being terrified. I can write Quaraun's fear, because it was my fear. I felt it.

I know what it feels like to have people in your life, that you think, love you, and then have them turn their backs on you and turn out to be nothing but self serving monster incapable of loving anyone.

Whenever people find out how I live and they ask "Don't you have relatives, can't you get them to help you?" They don't understand what my relatives are like. You don't know what the Heaven's Gate group is like if you've never lived with them. You don't know what it's like living with people who believe that sickness and disease are demon possession. You don't know what it is like living with people who think God is an alien living on Planet Kolob and are waiting for him to send a comet to take them to Kolob. You have no idea how terrifying it is, every time the news announces a new comet in the sky, and all you can do is sit there and watch people around you killing themselves and each other and threatening to kill you. They've done it 5 times now. And they are geared up and ready to go out 200 people strong if WormWood ever gets here.

Do you want to know what kind of people my relatives are?


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The clan is divided today, there's not 368 in a single group now. 200 of them left and went to Bangor. I'm glad they left, they were the Heaven's Gate members. It's been nice and peaceful, since they've been gone. They went to Bangor in 1997, after the big HaleBop event. They are waiting for Wormwood, they said HaleBop was the wrong one. That's why not everyone from Heaven's Gate is dead. Only a few of them actually believed  HaleBop was the right comet. They went to Bangor, because they claim, that by filming Thinner in our yard here in Old orchard, that Stephen Kings gave them an open invitation to squat in the woods behind his house, and Maine squatting laws say that if you live on land for 20 years, it's yours, and they are fast approaching 20 years. They'll own that land soon. Those of us still in Old Orchard, we are very glad the clan is divided now and we hope we never see the ones that now live in Bangor, ever again. If you ever want to see them, go to Bangor, find Paul Bunyan, drive til you get to the grocery store, turn, drive til you get to Stephen King' house, keep going until you find a dirt road, follow it until the road ends. Get out of your car and start walk - don't plan on the car being there when you get back,  it'll be stripped to the frame and all the parts sold by the time you come back - keep walking, for about 20 minutes, into the deepest, forest you've ever seen...you will know when you get there. They'll see you before you see them, and you better pray you can outrun their guns. I'm not sure if they still have the guns - very illegal military guns - the compound was raided about 2 years ago. Police. FBI.

The FBI calls them "The Scottish Traveller Crime Family of America" - I mentioned we were Gypsies, right?

The FBI took their guns and about 30 children out of there, several of my first cousin went to prison.  The ones not in prison have been sending me death threats via FaceBook ever since. You've seen them. I know you guys have because several of you have been commenting on them. They are my cousins.  While they are on FaceBook, they live in a gated compound with barb wire separating them from the world, there no houses on the compound, they live in cars, trucks, a horse trailer, tents. They wouldn't know what to do with a house. They have a bunch of old discarded mobile home trail park houses, they are not water tight. The rooms they lock children in are in those.  

Sometimes they lock them in old rusty oil barrels with only a small pinhole in the cover for air. Ask me how I know. Ever notice all the "iron maiden" scenes in the Twighlight Manor series, told from the point of view of the Autistic character who is locked INSIDE? Yeah. I know what that's like too.

My family is insane. How's yours?

They don't understand that all those death threats they keep posting on my FaceBook wall are being read by so many people. They can't even begin to comprehend how many people there are in the world. They also don't comprehend, that all those death threats are illegal, just like they don't see anything wrong with breed cats and dogs for food. Oh yes. They started doing that, 3 months ago.

Our clan was still practicing cannibalism in 1937. My grandfather used to joke and say that he was still doing it in the 1950s. The group in Bangor... each wife has 10 to 15 children, but they don't have that many adults. The children never grow up in that group. They don't report the births. They don't go to hospitals. One woman claims to have given birth to 26 children. Where are they? That was in the 1970s. I meet the children, I saw them. I know she had 26 children. I talked to them. Children never reach adulthood in that group. The adults, say Silence of the Lambs is their favorite movie. They make jokes about eating babies and children all the time.

That's why I write about cannibals. I grew up with people who had practiced cannibalism. My grandfather used to talk about how snapping babies necks was easier then snapping the neck of a rabbit. He said they tasted like pork.

That's why I'm a vegetarian. I stopped eating meat after Grammy Helen died. I never trusted meat to not be someone I knew again. At her funeral, they were not upset that she died, they upset that she was dead so long, that they couldn't eat her. That's what they said at her funeral.

I'm the one who reported them to the FBI. They call me a traitor, because they say I should be putting family first. But, I don't think locking children in rooms with boarded up windows  and threatening to eat them, counts as "putting family first". Even if their aren't eating people, they don't stop talking about it. And they terrorize those children with it. The children have firk shaped scars from being stabbed with forks.

One uncle would hold your arm down, while another uncle would stab a fork into your arm, then take a steak knife and start sawing your arm, between the fork tines. I have scars on my arm, from them doing that to me.

That's what my uncles are like. That's why in the Twighlight Manor series I wrote Roderic, being tortured like that by his uncles. That's why in the Quaraun series, I write Quaraun being tortured like that by his uncle.

That's why they send me death threats on FaceBook. Because when I went to Bangor, to visit them and saw them doing to their children the same things they had done to me 40 years ago,   I forwarded all my photographs to the FBI and told them how to find the Bangor compound. The FBI took all their guns and all their children and some of them went to prison.

I don't care if they were family. They were hurting children and that's wrong. Bullies MUST be stopped. It doesn't matter who they are.

Stabbing a child with a fork and threatening to eat them, is bullying. I told them that. And I told them if they didn't stop I'd tell the FBI. They didn't believe me. They laughed.

But I did. And they took them away, and I can find a song for ANY occasion...here's another song I used to play on my 45 player, that is very appropriate for the topic at hand:

(Ask me about record collection. It's nearly as big as my book collection.)

They said: "Oh they know we are just teasing. They know we won't eat them."

I look at the child. Bawling his eyes out, with blood dripping down his arm. Wounded and terrified. You don't do things like that to a 4 year old! They don't know you are teasing! All they know is you just stabbed with a fork and said you were gonna eat them. The child is standing there with blood dripping from a fork wound. You should be taking them to the hospital to get stitches, and you don't even give them a band-aid. Why?

I asked. Do you know what he said?

"Well, my dad did worse then that to me, and I lived. I didn't need no band-aids."

Oh yes. I remember your father. David Henry Atwater, Chief Patriarch of The Royal Highland Clan. King of the Gypsies. Applewhite's buddy-buddy. Living out their in "The Kingdom" (his term for Salt Lake City.) I remember him and the things he did. I survived his little visit here to Maine. Remember? Five others didn't though, did they. They died. Horribly. I wasn't supposed to live. REMEMBER. My parents called the police on you people, and the police got there, before I died. I was only 14 years old, but I have Autism. I never forgot. I'll never forget. Your father. Your evil, evil, MONSTER of a father. They tortured me. They tortured my 5 friends. The police interrupted them, so I lived. And you hate that I know. 

That's child abuse! And just because your father did it to you, doesn't make it right to do it to your children too! You bastards from Hell! How dare you hurt a child!

Your father abused me too, remember? I know what he was like. My grandfather, your father, he was a monster. A vile, sick, perverted monster. He put me in the trunk of a car. Canton, Maine. OMG! The pile of bones. HUNDREDS and HUNDREDS of bones. Piles and piles and piles of them. Everywhere. Piles of bones, taller then me. Six foot tall piles of bones. Leg bones. Arm bones.  I was there in Canton Lake, Canton, Maine. I saw what he did. I was almost added to that piles of bones. They were going to kill me too. My bones almost ended up there in those piles, if the police hadn't arrived. I know what he put you through. I know what he did to you. He did the same thing to me! Your father was a monster, and he should have been in prison. 

How dare you, carry on his legacy of child abuse, when you yourself was abused. You know what it felt like, how dare you put your own children through that. I'm not going to let you hurt those children, just because that's what your father did to you. He did it to me too.

I was abused by you people, and I remember how much it hurt. I will NEVER allow you to hurt another child.

I will do everything in my power to stop EVERY bully EVERYWHERE. Family. Stranger. Online. Offline. I don't care.

If you are a bully: YOU ARE EVIL!

You destroy lives!

Family or not, a bully is a bully. Bullies are people who hurt other people on purpose, because they think it is fun to do. Because they don't care about hurting people.

It's wrong.  Hurting people is wrong!

That is the reason you see Gypsies in Maine making a distinction of who they are, why say things like "We are the Scottish Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach, The Ricker Clan"

David Henry Atwater and George Ricker, lead two rival Gypsy clans. For over 100 years they have feuded. The Rickers have lived on the land in Old Orchard since 1530. The Atwaters "claim" to be Scottish, but they also "claim" to be descended from Daivd Henry Atwater (1600s) of Kent, England.  The Scottish Gypsies are very short. All of the Atwaters, men and women are over 6 feet tall. They do not disassemble Scottish Gypsies at all. They immigrants to Nova Scotia in the 1830s.  They were boat dwelling Gypsies back them, living on a Junk with blue sails, they made a living by stealing food off merchant ships and selling it to small towns up and down the coast.

In the 1890s/1920s, led by my Grandfather David Henry Atwater (and his father Henry Morris Atwater, and his grandfather Capt John H. Drake) they became bootleggers, they made moonshine in Nova Scotia, boarded it on the blue sailed Junk and dropped the cases into the water off the end of the Old Orchard Beach Pier. The pick up person would fish the crates out, go to Palace Playland, unscrew the tails of the merry go round horses and hide the bottles inside the horses, until Honey Fizt came up from Boston, to buy the moonshine.

My grandfather had a coat, a big full length mink, it was big enough for a 200lb man to wear, and he was really skinny. Inside of the coat, was a double lining. When he unzipped the lining, it was rows of pockets inside. On the nights Honey Fitz came up from Boston, Grandpa would unscrew the tails of the carousel horses, take the bottles out, put them in the many, many pockets of his coat and walk across town to the meeting place, wherever it was that night.

He had a Robin's Egg blue car, and when the government came to try to catch the Canadian Gypsy bootleggers, they chased grandpa driving that car, all the way back to Canada. 

Because they were Gypsies and the Ricker's were also Gypsies, the American government assumed we know them. At the the time we didn't. But that is what started the feud.

In the 1940s The Atwaters left Canada for Canton, Maine. That's where the original compound was and whenever they continue to have their "meetings". 

In the 1960s The Atwaters invaded Old Orchard Beach, fully armed in an all out war on the town. They claimed they were taking over the town, and the end result was, in 1968, police officers from dozens of towns, and the entire state police force, and several military men (marines people said) came to Old Orchard Beach, gather up the Atwater Clan, all the Romanies, and all the Irish Travellers, about 600 families all together and marched them at gun point out of the state. When they reach New Hampshire, they were meet by most of that's police force, who marched them across New Hampshire, until they reached Vermont. At the Vermont border they were meet by Vermont police. They march across the country in this fashion, until they reached the first to NOT great them with an army of cops: Utah. They settled in Ogden, Utah. It was shortly after this that my grandfather meet Applewhite.

Not all of the Atwaters ended up in Utah. One of the Atwater girls defied her father and married one of the Ricker boys. They were my parents. The violent and hysterical Atwaters were infuriated. They waged war on the Rickers. The feud known as 458. When I was born, the first child to be both Ricker and Atwater, the battles got worse. When I was 3, people started to realize something was really wrong with me. When I was 4, three of the Atwater uncles, began  their verbal abuse of me. 

Because of the joining of two clans (Gypsies rarely marry outside their clan) their were now two Matriarchs: Grammy Helen Ricker and Grammy Eva Atwater.

Grammy Helen, was against the feud. Grammy Eva, who was an Autistic Kickapoo Native american Indian, was terrified of the feud. My two grammies banded together against the Atwater men, and they are the only reason I reached adulthood. Because of my Autism, Grammy Helen (who was EXTREMELY Scottish and spoke Gaelic and is the reason I have the accent I have) decided I was "Faerie Sighted" and at 3 years old, began teaching me all the plants of the yard, all the spirits of each plant, and all their uses. 

Grammy Helen declared that I was going to be the next Matriauch and trained me for that. The Atwaters responded to call her a witch and to say that she was teaching me witchcraft. Their mother Grammy Eva, responded to help Grammy Helen, declaring, that I would replace BOTH Matriarchs, uniting the two clans under one queen. Grammy Eva, is the one who named me "EelKat" when I was 3, because I had a "strange" infatuation or connect to eels and cats. She said they were my spirit animals. "Empress EelKat" is how both Grammies referred to me, whenever the Atwater men were around. They did that to annoy them.  They called me "Wendy" otherwise.

Grammy Helen died when I was 8, Grammie Eva when I was 17. My Atwater uncles became very violent after that. They think nothing of hitting me, punching me, breaking my arm, beating me with rocks. 

David is the worst. David, son of David, whose son and grandson are both David, he's the Patriarch of the Bangor compound.

There is a David A., David B, David C, David D, David E, etc. It's hard to count how many child the Bangor Atwaters have, because they have a son and name him David and then they have another and name David, and another and name him David...no birth certificates. They ALWAYS for more then 50 years have a child named David.  I only know of 1 that ever reached adulthood. 

David, he's the fork guy, he also gives his children puppies and kittens. I think that's the thing that bothered me most when I visited the compound. All the piles of dead dogs and cats all over the yard. He gives his children pets, lets them get attached, and if the child is "naughty", he makes them hold the cat while he shots it in the head.

He learn that from his father David Henry. Grammy Eva had a Great dane named Duke, one day, he got mad at her, shot the dog, chopped it up, boiled it, tied her up, and force fed her dog to her. That's my grandfather, the man who bragged that snapping baby necks was as fun as snapping rabbit necks and that babies tasted like pork.

THAT, is why the Ricker Clan, The Scottish Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach, are quick to make the distinction, that we are NOT affiliate with the Atwater Clan the Scottish Traveller Gypsies of Bangor, known to the FBI as the Scottish Traveller Crime Family of America. 

Unfortunately, I alone, am a Ricker who is also blood relative of the Atwaters, because my mother was from one clan and my father was from the other clan. 

The Ricker Clan, The Scottish Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach are Carnival Gypsies and Farmers. We do not travel. We've been settled for 500 years.

The Atwater Clan, are English Traveller Gypsies who claim  to be Scottish. They travel all over America. They have base camps in Utah and Maine. In the past they've had base camps in Wyoming, Nevada, Minnesota, Illinois, and Florida. They are criminals. They are dangerous. They think nothing of killing people. You know them when they come through, they squat on farms, they strip every bit of copper they find in every house in the town, they steal bikes, they strip cars to their frame. They sometimes call themselves The Avenging Angels.  They are waiting for a comet called Wormwood to take them to visit god on Planet Kolob.

The FBI, sends out a  pamphlet to police departments, in areas suspected of being in their path, when they are on the move. The pamphlet "How to Deal With Scottish Gypsies", lists all the warning signs to watch for. It tells how to tell the difference between Roma, Irish Travellers,  and Scottish Gypsies. It contains warning which say "Most dangerous of all gypsy groups" and "most likely of all gypsy groups to respond with deadly force" and "skilled swordsmen" and "armed with machetes" and "suspected cannibals".  

I have a copy of it. It's fairly accurate for the most part. It's always interesting reading the FBI reports on my extended family. They are classified by the FBI as the #1 most dangerous Gypsy group in America, and they are my uncles. 

And they periodically showed up in my life, and made hell of my life, every time they did. They were squatting on our land in Old Orchard in 1996, while they were doing their HaleBop thing.  It took us 7 months to get them out of our yard. 7 months of non stop absolute hell.

And if you ever run across them: run. Just run. Don't stop. They WILL kill you. 

It's WHY you hear Scottish Gypsies, get very upset when white men, confuse us with Scottish Travellers. Because they are two completely different groups. The Scottish Travellers descend from the Celts and Romans, while the Scottish Gypsies descend from the Pict and Sicilians (Persians). They are completely different bloodlines, whole different DNA chain.

The Scottish Gypsies shun the Scottish Travellers and avoid any association with them, viewing the brief union of the two clans as a serious mistake.

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So, when social workers say, they can't help me, because I have family out there, go to them, now you see why I don't go to them. You also begin to understand why I rescue cats and who I rescued them from. And then you also understand why I have a phobia of forks and only eat with plastic spoons. And why I carry a machete and won't let anyone closer then 5 feet to me. Why I have a phobia of milk and K-aid and Tang.

Did you know I walk to the ocean, to bathe fully clothed and without any type of soap, so that I won't get locked in the bathroom and so I don't have to risk somebody holding me under the water in the tub to drown me. Drown me because I have a demon and they have to kill it.

That's what kind of people my uncles are. That's the things they do to me. All those phobias I have, every one of them, and there are hundreds, are because of something my uncles did to me. My uncles are bullies to the extreme. And they are LDS/Mormon High Priest, with temple recommends, every one of them. They say that having the priesthood, gives them the right to pass judgement on whether or not I deserve to live. They said god told them I was a witch, possessed by a demon and must be punished until I cast my demon out.

They don't believe in doctors or disease or illnesses. They say those things are fairy tales created by Satan to deceive the world. The say doctors are evil servants of Satan, who use witchcraft to take "god's punishments" away from the wicked.

I don't want help from them. If they help me, they'll make me live with them again, they'll torture me again, and I may not be normal because of my Autism, but those people are absolutely insane and I don't ever want to see them again. 

I'm surviving, barely, but I'm not thriving, and if something doesn't change with my living conditions, my ability to get food...my health deteriorated badly these past 8 years, since the bomb. I've been living under a tarp, yes, even now with 7 feet of snow and -48F temperatures. Winters are cold in Maine. I'm typing mostly, right now, to keep my fingers circulating, so they don't freeze stiff. Doctors say I can't take these living conditions much longer. Two, three years tops. 

That's why you see, the Quaraun series set in a quasi-Medieval setting and not in current error. Because, I don't think many people in current error believe in doctors being witchcraft and illness being demons, like my uncles do. But because I grew up with people like this all around more - 300+ of them - I write Quaraun in a time period where he too grows up around people who believe those things.

And Quaraun has hundreds of strange phobias. And it baffles the other characters, the things he does, just to avoid the things he fears. In Vampire Leprechaun, they are travelling along, and they are not far from where they want to go, and they reach this point, where they have to cross a brook, and the brook is only a few feet wide and, where they are at, only a foot deep. They can easily walk across it, and are about to, when Quaraun has a meltdown screaming fit. They can't get him across and they don't know what to do, because they don't know what the problem is.

They end up, having to find another way to get to where they want to go. They are only 2 or 3 days from where they want to be, but the phobia, Quaraun has, is so bad, that they end up backtracking and taking a different road that bypasses and goes around, and adds an addition 2 weeks to their getting to where they want to go.

Have you ever seen Rainman? Watch this scene:

I do that. ^^^ You can't get me on a plane. You can't get me in a car, unless you can prove to me that car is safe. 

Quaraun does that ^^^^ that is what you see happening, several times in Vampire Leprechaun. Quaraun is just having one melt down after another, the whole story.

That's what is going on, in Vampire Leprechaun. A fear that to others, looks utterly irrational, but to Quaraun, is completely crippling.

I write him doing these things, because he has Autism, and he's doing the same things I do in those situations.

I'm an adult with Autism. My income has never topped $2,000 a year. Because of those two things, I'm not eligible for medical insurance, so only time I'm getting any treatments anymore is when I get bad enough to have to go to the ER.

I think that is one of the major things which people don't understand. They see that I can write coherently online and they simply do not realize, how severely disabled I am if they have not meet me in person.

A few years ago, my caretakers had a copy of my credit report printed up. Their goal was to attempt to teach me how to read it, in hopes that if I ever was given a job, perhaps I could be taught to do my own taxes. Well, when they got the print out in the mail, they found on my credit history: 3 repossessed cars, a forclosed house, 7 bank accounts in default, and 32 credit cards that had been run to max limit. They were very upset, because they said someone had done identity theft.

I'm not entirely sure what any of that means, I just know that's the things that were on the list and what they called it. So, they explained to me, that someone, somewhere, somehow had gotten a hold of my social security number and was using it to open fake bank accounts and fake credit card accounts. Of course then they had to explain banks and credit cards to me. They didn't get very far with that before they gave up.

They said it was easier for them to just fix the mess, then to try to explain to me what a credit card was, because according to them, I don't possess the mental ability to comprehend what a credit card is, how it works, or what it means to have had someone use identity theft to get a credit card in my name.

And they are probably right. I mean, there's a reason I don't go to stores and buy things or use money, I mean, I don't even know how to count money. I mean, I understand the green paper stuff is supposed to have more value then the metal coins but I don't understand that either. How can paper be worth more then metal? That makes no sense to me at all. And then they try to explain to me, how paper money with pictures of Ben Franklin on them are worth more then ones with pictures of George washington. Uhm...okay. Why? Other then the picture on it, they otherwise are the exact same paper aren't they? They said "Well, the ones with Franklin are more rare." Okay. Whatever.

The more illogical thing though is that the credit cards, which are plastic, they say are worth the most money of all because you can put more money on them and use them over and over again, so you don't have to carry around heavy coins or stacks of paper. You just have one card that pays for everything. But then they also say you have to pay money to use the cards, so you are really only renting the card it isn't yours. The bank puts money on it and you have to pay the bank back later. 

Ah. Like a loan! They said, yes, like a loan. Well that I understood, because I'm a Mormon and the Mormon church teaches that loans are evil and no one should ever get into debt to anyone else. No good ever comes of loans, the Church says. Well, once I figured out that credit cards was a loan, then I got mad at whoever it was who put all those credit cards on my name, because I've never had a loan for no one. Loans are evil and I want nothing to do with them.

I still don't understand money and why people want it. I mean, you can't do an absolute thing with it at all. You can't eat it. You can't use it to keep warm. It doesn't protect you from the weather. It just makes no sense to me at all.

My caretakers keep telling me that I should be trying to make more money, but I'm not really sure why. It makes no sense to me. I just do not understand it at all.

And yet, before the bomb, I had a normal life.  Or normal by Gypsy standards, I'm told by Americans that my life has never been normal if compared to American society.

MOST of my life was normal. It got interrupted by various, not normal events. Hurricane Bob. Hurricane Katrina. A murder-suicide that killed my 5 friends when I was 14. A couple of crazy, sadistic, violent, child abusing uncles, who thankfully only were in my life for a few brief periods. And a grease fryer bomb blew up my house. Somebody ran over my grandmother's house with a bulldozer. And one of my cars got stolen out of my yard. But, other then that, the rest of my life was normal.

The uncles, who, were ... I don't know what to call them... cultists in the worst sense of the word, I think may be the most accurate word? They were a sub-group of Heaven's Gate. They are going to visit on a comet ride. They think stabbing children with forks and threatening to eat them is normal and okay. They don't believe in doctors. They think Autism is a form of demon possession. I don't know what to call them.  They are so far beyond crazy. But for the most part they stay in Utah. They only come to Maine a few times a year. They raise Hell every time they are here, but they only stay a week or two, usually, and so most of the year, my life is as normal a live as someone with Autism can have.

Until the bomb. I've been able to recover from everything else. Bounce back. But the bomb took my house, and I don't have money to build another one, and that's caused a lot of problems with my health, because I've lived outside for 8 years.

The guy who built the bomb, got 2 years in prison. He's back out, warm and dry, in a house. He was warm and dry while he was in prison too. I haven't been warm or dry in 8 years. It rains or snows pretty much every day in Maine.

And that's exactly why I'm writing this series. Because I am just sick and tired of people doing stuff like this to me and thinking it's okay to do things like this to me, because I have Autism.  That is why I am writing a story about a character who is severely Autistic and has been bullied to a breaking point and sets out to kill everyone who bullied him.  The world needs to know what it feels like to be bullied that much, that long, that often, to that extent.

I think the fact that I am very slow to respond accounts for people thinking I don't feel anything. Because by the time I do respond, they've already left, so they don't see me respond.

I don't have normal reflexes or reaction times. If you hit me, I probably won't start crying or screaming in pain for at least an hour. That's why you don't see immediate response from me online. I have to print out your forum posts and comments an reviews and emails and read them several times over a period of several days in order to be able to fully process and understand what it is, you are saying to me. I usually have to have my caretaker read your words to me, multiple times, and often he has to then get a dictionary and read the definitions of the words you use and then explain them to me. After which I will them Google the stuff you say and try to see if I can figure out what it is you might have meant and which emotion it is, you were trying to trigger in me.

I think that is the thing a lot of people don't understand about Autism. 

If you tell a joke - I don't laugh, because I don't know why it was supposed to be funny, because I don't understand what you said until I've had time to research it.

If you bully me with the intent of hurting my feelings - I don't cry or get upset or angry, because I don't know why it was supposed to be hurt by what you said, because I don't understand what you said until I've had time to research it. I will get upset a few weeks later, after I have had time to research your words and the meanings.

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Why do you sleep under a tarp if you own a motorhome?

A READER ASKED THE FOLLOWING QUESTION: I’m confused. Don’t you own an RV? Why do you sleep under a tarp if you own a motorhome?

ANSWER: Town ordinances. You can't sleep in anything that has wheels on it at night. I use the motorhome during the day. It's my office where I do my writing. My kitchen where I do my cooking. But at night I have to sleep outside in the cold, snow, wet, and rain because the town says it's safer sleeping under a tarp outside with no protection from the rain and snow, then sleeping in the warm dry soft bed in my motorhome. They send the police by at night to check and make sure no one is sleeping in the motorhome at night.

They want us to put a house up, but I don’t have enough money to do that. It took me 4 years to save up the $2,000 I paid for the motorhome. We don’t have electricity or sewer or running water and I don’t have enough money to buy food, that’s why I don’t eat every day and the days I do eat, I don’t even eat a full meals worth, let alone eat more then once a day.

I think that’s part of why the KBoards incident upset me so much, because whoever hacked into my account and rewrote my posts, they said, while impersonating me to make it look like I was saying it, that I was a millionaire and they were saying stuff like, in one post they bragged that I had made $140,000 in a single month! Good god! I wish! Damn! I’ve never had that much money in my entire life.

I’ve never made more then $2,000 in a single year, that’s $80,000 TOTAL in my entire lifetime. I mean, here I am, sleeping under a tarp, cold and hunger, I don’t have enough money to buy food and, they are logging in on my account and pretending to be me and posting sales figures like that?

What the hell? Why did they do that? I don’t understand this at all. What kind of a person does something like that? And why? I mean, what possible motive did they have for doing it? I can’t figure that one out at all. It makes no sense to me at all, I don’t understand what they could possibly get out of doing this at all. It’s just mean and stupid and childish and idiotic and hateful and hurtful. I guess some people are just mean by nature and don’t have to have a reason for hurting other people. 

I can sleep in my motorhome when I'm on the road, like when I'm travelling on a book tour to do book signings or going to Autism awareness conventions or car shows or festivals or stuff like that. But when I'm at home parked on my land, I have to sleep outside under the tarp because that's all the town will allow.

Not allowed to use the toilet in the motorhome either. Nearest public bathroom is a 1/4 mile walk.

Before the tarp, I had a wigwam, that took me nearly a month to build, and that was warm and dry just like having a house. But even though we are Native Americans on our ancestral grounds, the town made us take it down. After that I built a teepee and lived in that, town made us take that down too. After that I put up a yurt, which again was warm and dry, but again the town made me take it down. Bought the motorhome February 21, 2012, police showed up in the yard the next day. Didn't even own it 24 hours before they were there wanting to see the paperwork and reciting town ordinances.

It's been very difficult because the cold affects my joints. I have chronic tendonitis in both arms, both wrist, my back, knee, and hip. Cold damp weather make it worse, which slows down my ability to work, which in turn slows down my income, thus makes it harder for me to save up to build a house. If I had a warm, dry place to sleep, I could get more work done and increase my income and get a house rebuilt faster.

No one has helped us with getting a house. The bomb destroyed everything in our lives. It's been very hard. I'm doing everything on my own now. I'm the only one trying to get a house back up, no one else cares to get a house back up. I wish I could sleep in the motorhome at night and be warm and dry, so that my joints wouldn't hurt so much and then I could do more work and have more income and get a house built back up faster.

There are more then 3,000 families in Old Orchard Beach living in RVs. We are the only ones the town makes sleep outside of the RV on the ground under a tarp.

Oh well, at least I can write indoors during the daytime once again, and my hands don't go stiff from the cold before a few paragraphs anymore.

But you must understand that we are a peaceful people, we prefer to obey the law, no matter how silly or ridiculous the law may be, rather then fight it. And we are used to sleeping outdoors under the stars. It is not an uncomfortable thing for us to sleep this way. During the warm dry months, I prefer to sleep outdoors anyways and often did, even back when we still had a house to live in, before the bomb blew it up.

How do you survive blizzards or tornadoes or floods living outside like that?

READER QUESTION: How do you survive blizzards or tornadoes or floods living outside like that?

MY ANSWER: Not well, but, when you have no options, you can't choose to do better can you? I use clothespins (a whole big bag of about 200 of them) to hold the edges of the tarp shut to keep out the wind and rain. Inside of the "tent" I have taken several blankets and layered them, to build up walls of insulation. On the ground I had built up a foundation out of several bucket loads of sand, and than used my futon (a Japanese mattress) to sleep on. I have three sleeping bags, one inside of the other, and slept at night with all of my cloths on and three coats, and slept inside the tripled sleeping bags. What clothes I wasn't wearing, were stuff into every crack and corner to keep out the cold.

This season so far (2015), we’ve had:

January 23 = 3”

January 25 (Blizzard Juno) = 34”

January 28 = 6”

January 30 = 21”

February 3 = 3”

Today February 5 = 6” so far.

That’s 73” (6 feet) of snow so far this week. And around here it starts snowing in October and snows 2 or 3 days a week every week until about middle of April. We have had years when we as much as 21 feet of snow.

People (white Americans) laugh because I wear these huge fur coats, they are always teasing me when I go out in public about my fur coats but, Honey, I don’t have a nice warm dry house to go home to like you do. I live under a tarp. And it’s been below zero for the last 4 weeks. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to type this? My fingers are red and stiff and very numb, and it’s really hard to type when the temps get below zero. I mean, I’m sleeping outside at night in this. 

During Blizzard Juno last week, the temps were down to -32F and the wind was 75 MPH. The coldest day in Maine history was in February 2007, another blizzard, when temps were -48F. I’m living outside in these storms and the only thing between me and the cold, is a tarp and this big fur coat. If I didn’t have this fur coat, I would have frozen to death last week during Juno. This coat keeps me alive. I have a motorhome, but the town won’t let me stay in it at night and at night is when the winds are the highest, the temps are the coldest and the snowfall the deepest. At night is when I need to be in the motorhome most of all, but they send the police around every night to make sure no one is inside the RV after dark, so I have to sleep outside under the tarp. 

It’s really hard on my hands, because I don’t have gloves. they are too expensive I can’t afford a pair of glove. I don’t have any boots either, I just have a pair of slippers. I type at night, like right now, because it keeps circulation moving in my fingers. It’s why you see my publishing way more articles and stories and books in the winter months then in the summer months. I don’t have to type so much in the warmer months, but right now, like tonight, it’s -18F right now and so I have to just keep typing so that my fingers go freeze. Some clansmen have lost fingers and toes because they didn’t keep their feet tucked lotus position against their belly up under their furs at night and because they fell asleep and stopped moving their fingers. That’s why I type so much. I’m an author, I can’t risk losing my fingers and in weather like this, that’s a big problem, so I just type and type ad type all night long no-stop, so that I don’t get so cold that my fingers fall off, like has happened to others in the clan on nights like this. I wish the town would let me stay in the motorhome at night. It’s warm in there. It never gets below 30F in there and most days it stay hot as summer in the mid 50Fs. I mean, 50F in there, those are freaking summer temperatures,  I don’t need shoes or coat at all in there. I with the town would let me sleep inside at night. It’s so cold and wet out here and my fingers hurt so much right now. It’s really hard to type right now, because I can’t bend my fingers. They are stuck in this half bent position and they feel like they are stuck full of needles. It really hurts, a lot. And it’s only -18F tonight. This is a warm night. And we’ve got another 3 months of this weather before the temps get back up to the 40Fs.

I wish they hadn’t bombed our house. It was easier back then. It wasn’t what Americans call a house, it didn’t have insulation or a foundation of stuff like that. But it did kept out the wind and it almost never got below 40F inside.

In the summer and fall, we have to deal with the thick seaweed scented fogs that rolled in off the ocean every night. You don't really notice fog, until you have to live outdoors in it night after night. It's like having this big wet sponge wrapped all around you for hours. It soaks everything just like it had been a rain cloud. Fog is really weird. Over the months, however, I grew to love the smell of fog and it's rich seaweed and crab scent. I think that is the one thing I would miss about being in the tent. I really love the smell of the ocean air. Of course being outside all night, all year, I found out that I love the sounds of hearing the ocean waves all day and all night. Indoors you don't really notice the sound of the waves or the sound of the gulls, but out under the tarp, you hear them steady all the time. 

At the beginning of this, I had me, my dog, and 9 cats. A few months in, the pet food poisoning happened and I lost 5 of my cats in the space of 2 weeks. After that it was me, my dog, a skunk, and 14 cats. Weird, how 9 minus 5 equals 14, but it did, and I am at a loss as to how to explain it, but one morning shortly after the deaths of my other cats, I woke up to find several wild feral cats tucked into the sleeping bag with me. They moved into the tent and I have had them ever since. There had been a blizzard that night, and we were buried under 9 feet of snow. 

That cats and skunk came in to get out of the storm. That was the week I went 12 days without food - it was because there was so much snow - 3 blizzards back to back, one each day for 3 days. I kept a shovel under the tarp next to the sleeping bag, and a 2x4 braced under the center of the tarp to keep it from smothering me. Every hour or so, I'd wake up and dig out an opening in the snow to keep air under the tarp. It took 5 days to shovel out from the tarp to the driveway. It was the biggest blizzard we have had since the one in April 1981. The skunk left after the storm ended and I got a path shovels out. But the cats never went outside of the tarp til spring, and after that, they just stayed with me. They are strange cats, because they are wild feral cats and they'll kill any human that gets near them, no one can get near these cats, they are like mini tigers, but, they curl up on me and sing to me all day long, ever since we got trapped under the tarp together during that blizzard. They are a weird pack of wild cats and somehow adopted me into their flock. I've since gotten them all spayed and neutered and they still live with me.

There was one wild night of a lightning storm. That night, required me to take the cinder blocks and tie them down all along the edges of the tarp in order to keep it from flying away.

It's hard once the snows come, though, and I have to use boards to support the center of the "tent" in order to keep the heavy snowfalls from collapsing the tent on us during the night. During the storms I keep a shovel inside the tent, and shovel my way out, and take the snow off the roof of the tent about every 15 minutes or so, to keep it from getting too heavy on the roof.

Once the snows came I found I had new problems, when I awoke one night to find a baby skunk tucked into the blankets along with me and the cats. He had apparently been separated from his family in the storm, came in the tent for shelter, and got snowed in. He couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 months old. Once the storm was over a few hours later, he left.

One night, my blind albino Siamese cat, Utopia, was asleep on my feet when something big, with huge long sharp claws, reached through the tent, grabbed him, and ran off with him. My dog Buddy fought it off, and it dropped Tope and ran into the woods. It was originally suspected to be a Marten or Fisher, but later events would tell us that a wolverine was in the area, killing everything in it's path, including more than 70 of our chickens, a few deer, and a moose, and it is now believed that it was the very same animal which attacked Tope that night. It's scary when you find really big animals all torn up in your yard like that. I work up one morning, crawled out of the tarp, and there it was, a great big moose leg all chewed up, about 20 feet from the tapr. Scared the heck out of me. After the attack Tope had no fur growing on his side, his ear is a mangled up scarred mess which in no way resembles an ear, he is missing all of his teeth on one side, and there was a huge scar running under his eye and down his face. Tope, never again, slept on my feet, and to the day he died in 2009 Tope refused to sleep anywhere except wrapped around my face like a fur scarf.

I'm in Old Orchard Beach, Maine, and I live on the beach. I am homeless. At night the temperature drops to -15*F BEFORE wind chill factor. Including wind chill factor the temps are often as low as -42*F (and the ocean freezes over when the temps are like that!) This year it's pretty warm and stays around 0F. In 2008/2009 winter is not that bad, it's staying around 30*F. We got a ton of snow this year, but it's not as cold. In 2007/2008 it was colder. My first winter homeless (2006/2007) was the worst. In 2006, Maine had it's coldest winter on record since 1927 and I got frost-bite that year, and that's when I started looking for a job. Not to make money, but to have a place to stay warm.

No one cares that you are cold, so long as they are not. I learned that fast too. As long as they are safe and warm and dry, to hell with everyone else in the neighborhood.

It got very cold that year. Our first snowfall came in October of 2006, just days after the bomb. By December, the temperature plummeted to 0F. February of 2007, saw -15F temperatures, before wind chill factor. Living on the beach meant that wind chill factors brought the temperature down to a blistering -40F at night. Once the temperature dropped, my hands started to crack and turn to blisters. It became very hard to use them for anything. Today my hands are extremely sensitive to touch and I go through a family sized bottle of Gold Bond hand cream each week, just to stop the skin on my hands from cracking. Fact of the matter is my hands (and my feet) suffered from frostbite and I don't know if that will ever heal. But who care, you know, it's just a Gypsy with Autism, right?

No one cares about adults with Autism, no one cares about Gypsies, and I'm both, so who cares about me. That's the way of the white man's world. 

Wait...you were one of 73 authors who were attacked? You mean this wasn't just someone singling you out?

A reader asked: Wait... you were one of 73 authors who were attacked? You mean this wasn't just someone singling you out? Why? Did these authors have anything in common?

Yes. That is why I refer to it as the KBoards Incident and not the EelKat was Attacked Incident. This was a fairly large, fairly wide spread attack, that was posted on 3 forums and several social networks.  The attack on me was rather small in comparison to what was done to big name authors Viola Riviera and Hugh Howey, who were also hit hard in this attack. Other authors who left KBoards during this time because they too were attacked, included Ella Casey, Russell Blake, Joe Konrath/Jake Kilborn, Tattooed Writer, and Joe Nobody (and many others). The bigger name authors like them, were hit hard.

The attack started in February 2014, with the biggest name authors each being attacked one at a time. As each big name author left KBoards, the attacks moved on to the next biggest name on the site. Three of the big name authors hired lawyers and started a lawsuit, with their lawyers creating KBoards accounts to post a one time post announcing their client was advised to leave KBoards and sue any and every KBoard member involved in the attack.

What did they have in common?

THIS:

In February 2014, 101 authors on KBoards gathered together to compile a "best of KBoards" anthology. Initially only the biggest name authors were on the list.

By May 2014, 40 of the biggest name authors, pulled out of the project and their lawyers sent cease and desist orders to the forum trolls.

While the attacks were initially thought to be mostly on KBoards, a slew of anti-author blogs and websites, mostly aimed as Hugh howey, creator of the anthology, began to show up all over the internet. WordPress and Blogger were each swamped with hundreds of new blogs being created, demanding the boycott of various lists of author names.  In every case the only thing these authors had in common was the KBoards Anthology.

By May, Hugh Howey had removed his name from the project, though his story was still published in it.

I was one of the authors, perceived to be a big enough name, to get picked to the initial round up of authors who had been picked for the project.

By May, the outcry against the authors involved in this project was so bad (with many unpublished authors stating that a TRUE KBoards anthology would include a selection of EVERY KBoards author - even the small names and the yet unpublished) that the entire project was canceled, with one of the authors involved committing suicide over the attacks on her books, following shortly after the death of her beloved daughter.

The suicide sent shock waves through KBoards and resulted in dozens of authors dropping out of the project. One author was so distraught that she unpublished all of her books and deleted her Amazon sellers account, stating that she had written a character suicide in one of her books, but she had never had a friend commit suicide before and she had no idea how much it hurt, to see a friend kill themselves. Three other authors, all having written books with character suicide, followed her example and likewise unpublished their books and deleted their Amazon seller accounts.

Just days after this author's suicide, a second author died. He had been sick for a long time, and the stress of the attacks put him in the hospital. He died that night. More authors left the project.

By the end of May the project was officially called off.

The forum trolls shifted their attack to a mega sized thread known as The Serialized Romance Thread, where all the pulp fiction serial authors (myself included) hung out on KB. As they had done with the authors involved in the KBoards Anthology Project, the trolls started picking off authors one by one starting with the biggest names first.

In June, the KBoards Anthology was reborn as a new version of the idea was born. A submission call went up, and the first 101 authors to submit a story, would be accepted, no judgement on content, no judgment on previous sales and big name status, just first come first served to anyone and every one. The stories were to go in the book in the order they were received. I was submission #18, because mine is story #18 in the published book.

In August the Serialized Romance Thread and all it's 50+ pages was removed from KBoards, following a horrendous and violent offline attack of nearly a dozen of the authors involved in that thread.  One author was hospitalized when another author showed up at her home and beat her face in with a broken bottle. Nearly every author posting to that thread left KBoards in the days to follow.

In all, between February 2014 and November 2014, more then 700 active members (both readers and authors), including 73 big name authors, left KBoards, due to having been attacked during the KBoards Incident.

This was the worst case of authors behaving badly, I have ever seen. Because the authors doing the attacks were calling themselves "EAF Erotica Authors" the EAF Erotica Author Forum was shut down by it's webhost.

Yes. The KBoards Incident was a very violent forum war that left the forum and went offline, in which two authors died, and several others end up in the hospital, some very serious injuries. Like I said, what happened to me, was nothing compared to what happened to some of the other authors who were attacked. In all 73 authors were targeted.

I've been on the internet since 1997. Until November 2014, I was an active member of more then 300 forums. I shut down all my forum accounts the same week I deleted my KBoards posts. This is the worst case of cyber bullying I have ever seen and a very clear indication that people think just because they are hiding behind a computer screen, they think they can do and say anything they want to, and they don't think they will get caught or be held responsible for their actions.

People died.

Those trolls need to be held responsible for that.

People were hospitalized. Those trolls need to be held responsible for that.

People had their homes and property broken into and vandalized. Those trolls need to be held responsible for that.

Authors lost their careers and income. Those trolls need to be held responsible for that.

This needs to stop.

This stupid, idiotic, psychotic, senseless, culture of hate,

NEEDS TO STOP!

CYBER BULLIES NEED TO BE STOPPED BEFORE MORE PEOPLE DIE!

We authors are supposed to be helping each other. That's what the KBoards Writer's Cafe was made for. So we could help each other. What is wrong with you people? You are supposed to help your fellow mankind!

Look at yourselves! Do you see what you people have become? You're acting like a pack of rabid dogs. This is herd mentality at it's worst. You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves. You ought to be hanging your heads in shame.

KBoards was a wonderful place. Authors and readers gathered together. Talked, shared stories, had fun. You people turned it into a war zone. And nobody's fighting back. Can't you see that? It takes two to fight. They're not fighting back. They don't want to fight with you.

All it is, is you attacking, over and over again. Attack after attack on first one author and then the next. You are a terrorist. Nobody is joining your fight. Nobody wants to fight with you. That's why I call these attacks and not fights. Because nobody, not one single person on that site is fighting back. They ignore your attacks until they can take no more, and then they leave. 

They don't want to fight, and they are tired of you hurting them. So they just leave. Or die... 

LOOK at what you did. You upset that woman so bad, that she killed herself. She didn't just leave the forum, she left life. Have you no shame at all? What is wrong with you people. How can you live with yourselves, knowing you've destroyed lives?

Do you realize that every author you attacked: they were most helpful authors. They were ones showing others the ropes. They were the ones writing the how-to articles. They were the go-to authors, when new authors needed help. And they are all gone now. Every single one of them. Many of them deleted all their helpful information of getting started when they left.

There are no authors left on KBoards who are willing to write long helpful posts to help the new authors get started. You destroyed KBoards for everyone.

You remember how I used the Twighlight Manor books to launch a protest against Proctor & Gamble, got the financial backing of Avon and Estee Lauder, incited 30,000 PETA members into a riot, and successfully got Proctor & Gamble's Animal Test Labs shut down...yeah, I'm doing that with the Quaraun series to get cyber bullies put in prison... oh, boooy, should you people REALLY have found out WHO I was and WHAT I do to people like you. I'm the little girl who 40 years ago took on the world's largest corporation head to head...did you really think I would let you get away with what you did? 

Have you never heard of the professional protester known as "The Voice of The Voiceless"?

You really didn't know who I was did you?

Let me introduce myself:

I'm EelKat, Voice of the Voiceless, The Sea Witch of Old Orchard Beach, owner of the World's Most Haunted Car. 

I live around the corner from Stephen King.  Stephen King think's I'm one of the most fascinating things he's ever encountered. He can't stop writing about me.  I'm the reason he features mute scary Autistic girls in his stories. I'm the reason he features cars that are haunted. I'm the crazy Gypsy women he  frequently features in his stories.

I'm the matriarch of the Scottish Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach (known to most Americans as The Scottish Mafia)...you know, the family King based The Thinner off of and in whose yard they filmed the movie?

Oh....and I own the car that supposedly killed 14, you know, eat them, a Gypsy sideshow circus attract billed as The World's Most Haunted Car... I believe King called it Christine in his book and movie.

Do you know how many millions - MILLIONS - of people come to my land every summer, to see the Gypsies of Thinner, to touch the REAL haunted car, the see the REAL mute Autistic little girl that inspired the characters of Rose Red and Chinga?

...and read whatever I chose to write on the 20' tall 40' wide 1950's billboard that stands in our yard....how do you think, I gathered so many followers, so fast, for the Proctor & Gamble Boycott?

That big sign in my yard, THAT is how this page of my website received 14,000 visitors it's first week up: https://www.eelkat.com/KBoards.html Because right now that URL is what is written on the billboard.

And it's written on the sides of my rhinestoned car. Did you know that my car averaged 100 stranger photographing it each every day. That URL is forever branded right across everyone of those photos.

Do you have any idea how much power that billboard in my yard has? Every tourist who comes here sees it, reads it, and I'm very, very, VERY famous. We are stephen King's Gypsies, Thinner was filmed in our yard, and we own the REAL Christine. A LOT of people come here. You can't even begin to imagine the amount of people who are going to know what you did.

You bullied the wrong person Sugar Pie.

I AM "The Voice of The Voiceless", the little girl who took down Proctor & Gamble. You destroyed KBoards and you hurt my friends. Did you really think I would stand back and just watch you hurt my friends?

KBoards had a 10 year history of being the safest and most peaceful forum on the internet, but not anymore, thanks to the 50+ "EAF Erotica Authors" and their massive attack on the site.

I don't know what kind of a hostile forum environment you "EAF Erotica Authors" were used to but damn, just get the fuck off of KBoards before you kill somebody else.

I have seen a lot of forum wars over the years. I was a member of Absolute Write Water Cooler for 9 years, during the hey days of the war that happened there in 2005 for crying out loud, I was one of the moderators of the Squidoo site & forums for 7 years, and I was a member of the SoapBox for 5 years - I've seen some pretty bad forum wars, but the KBoards Incident is one of the few forum wars, I've ever seen, where people left the internet to track down forum members home addresses and violently attack them in person.

This was a case of some very unprofessional, selfish, jealous, small minded, petty authors, attempting to hurt other authors. 

Two people died during the KBoards Incident. 

I am unaware of a forum war ever costing someone there life before. This was a VERY SERIOUS situation and it is my belief, that the trolls involved, do belong in prison and should be prosecuted. People died. Other were physically injured. Several were deeply emotionally distraught and upset. Some authors lost their careers, they were so scared of the trolls they unpublished their books in terror.

JDP/EA, LG, SC, and Kendra Silver Salamander: you belong in prison and I intend to see to it that you and everyone who helped you do this go there. You peices of shit called people to action, and boy did they take action. PEOPLE DIED ON YOUR ORDERS YOU SHIT HEADS! Do you know what that makes you?

Whoever did it: either the authors whose names were listed on the accounts in question or the a hacker who hijacked said accounts and did it in their names: it doesn't change the fact, that is what a very violent incident and 2 authors died, others were physically injured in in physical offline attacks, some lost their careers and incomes, and many were terribly terrorized and traumatized. 

Who ever the person(s) was behind this attack on these authors, they need to be held responsible for their actions and made an example of, so that something like this never happens again, not on Kboards, nor any other forum.

I have a lot of medical bills that need to be paid, I want to know who to send the bill to. Haven't totalled up yet but they include surgery, hospital stays, lots of tests, MRI, ...there's one radiology bill that $4,300 just that one bill alone. And I'm not out of the hospital yet. You're looking at close to $100,000 here.

And the Town of Old Orchard Beach says you own them $15,000 in clean up cost for the vandalism.

An I'm not the only author with medical bills because of this.

And there are two author families with funeral expenses that need paying. Do you have any idea how much a funeral costs? When my grandfather died in 2004, his coffin cost $5,000, the burial plot was another $3,000, and then all the other stuff: his funeral cost well over $20,000.

Ans then there are all the authors who hired lawyers - lawyers aren't cheap. You owe those bills too.

Or and let's not forget that several dozen authors cited having to have counselling. I don't know about theirs, but all the counselors around here charge at minimum $200 an hours. A lot of authors, that's a lot of hours. 

You owe a lot of people a lot of money. I can see over a million dollars on that list. Do you have a million dollars? Better prayer you do, because you'll go to prison if you don't and then you'll still have to pay all those authors' bills anyways.

What it boils down to is, someone was REALLY pissed off that the KBoards Anthology was made and published, and targeted every author who had any connection with that book. And they ought to be ashamed of themselves for thinking that this sort of thing was all right to do.

At the start of this, at the very beginning, back in February: there was a new member, who joined KBoards and started a hate campaign against Hugh Howey. They created anti-Hugh Howey websites and blogs. They said that Hugh Howey had done a contest of some sort, I'm not sure what exactly the contest was, but they said they had entered and had the highest votes for their entry and should have won, BUT, they said that Hugh Howey awarded the winner to "one of his writer buddies on KBoards". They threatened several people.

 Back in February, they made several threats, calling the members of Kboards "Hugh Howey cheerleading fanboys" and saying that they would "stop at nothing to destroy every one of you".

His or her account was banned by the mods, s/he, created several most accounts during those first few weeks and ranting a lot of wild insanity and crazy accusations at pretty much every member on the forum. The mods subsequently banned each account, and eventually they stopped coming back.

HOWEVER, the KBoards Incident started just days after that person disappeared off KBoards. It is my belief that whoever THAT person is, is the the one ACTUALLY behind the attacks on KBoards. They were very, very, very angry at Hugh Howey. They said they wanted him dead. They said they wanted all his friends dead. They said they would do everything in their power to destroy the career of Hugh Howey and "all his author buddies".

This person returned to KBoards in September 2014, when the contest actually ended, and they threatened Hugh Howey again, and again threatened "all his author buddies." Apparently, this person felt that anybody who had an account of KBoards must therefor know Hugh Howey because he had an account on KBoards.

Outside of his posts on KBoards, I don't know Hugh Howey and I don't think anybody on KBoards does. It is my belief that this person is angry enough and dangerous enough to track down Hugh Howey and "all his author buddies" to physically hurt them and possibly murder them. And I think something needs to be done, to find out who this person is, and put them in prison before they do any more damage.

The attacks started in February, after this person first started raging against Hugh Howey. 

The attacks heightened and went out of control, in September, when this person returned to KBoards with more outrage against Hugh Howey.

It appears that because Hugh Howey was in the KBoards anthology, that this person, assumes everyone in the anthology was what they termed "all his author buddies".

That was when the 50+ new accounts were created and a zombie's hoard of long "dead" author accounts were suddenly revived, with authors we hadn't seen in years, suddenly posting again.

That is also when the attacks started on me and my books. 

I believe all of it, goes back to that person, who was really angry at Hugh Howey, because of some contest, which they said Hugh howey had done and they claimed they should have won.

I also, don't think that this person cares that 2 people died, that others got injured, that some lost their careers, and that the entire environment of Kboards has turned from a peaceful loving place to a fear filled war zone.

The KBoards Incident was nothing short of a TERRORIST ATTACK. What those trolls did to those authors was unspeakable. Some very serious crimes were committed and the criminals need to be held responsible. People need to start taking this situation seriously.  The authors who were hurt in this need to come together and stand up against the bullies. Don't let them hurt you anymore. There are people who care about you. You are not alone in this. You don't deserve what happened to you: none of you do.

 The members of KBoards are out of control. They need to be stopped before they hurt someone else, before someone else dies.

My opinion of the trolls involved in these attacks, and every other person like them is this:

May the cheerleading dogs march ever onwards.

(What they did to you and yours is not forgotten.)

Cheerful Dog - English Bulldog Dressed Up Like A Cheerleader With Pompoms
Cheerful Dog
by Willee Cole







The KBoards Incident:
FAQ: What did the hacker do that caused you to remove 1,371 articles off your website?

Written March 26, 2015

A reader asked: You mentioned a hacker. What did the hacker do? And how did the hacker access your account?

ANSWER: How did he/she access my account? Well, I do know the answer to that. Once I realized that my Kboards account, my Twitter account, and my WordPress blog had all 3 been hacked and all sorts of weird posts were being made on all 3 of them. What did the 3 accounts have in common? They all had the same log-in password, which in each case was a very short and easy to guess password, as all 3 of these accounts were made nearly a decade ago with simple 4 letter passwords were all that was needed to be "secure". Yes, that was very stupid of me. I should have changed the passwords and made them stronger, I never did, because...who hacks someone's forum account?

You don't think you need a strong password in a place like Kboards, I mean, who's crazy enough to hack an author's forum account, right? It's not like I'm some big name author who needs a lot of security or anything. Damn, most people don't even know I'm an author. They know I'm a "witch" (though witch is a term I have never used to describe myself, which should have tipped people off I wasn't the one writing this stuff), they know I founded the Proctor and Gamble Boycott, they know I build art cars, they know I'm an artist but when it comes to my books, I'm pretty unheard of. You think, "It's never gonna happen to me, I'm just a no-body, who would bother?" but it happened and I don't know why.

When I first realized my account had been hacked, I corrected a few dozen of the posts on the Kboards back to their original state and intended to do this with all the hacked posts, but the next day all the corrected posts had been rehacked, and a very snark "Haha! You can't stop me!" message had been added to the forum signature.

That was when I realized the hacker was hacking still and it had not been a 1-time hack. I corrected some more posts, and then watched to see what happened and a few hours later, my signature was changed again, to yet another snarky post, one which said something about buying 2 new MORE Rolls Royces just to spite other authors. (And while the Rolls Royce is my favorite car and this is a widely known fact, I do not own even one.)

A few days later, my Twitter feed suddenly got bombarded with posting dozens and dozens of book promos for Kboards member DW's newest book. I never promote a book I haven't read and I rarely promote books at all, so when 100+ identical posts for a book I never heard of, suddenly flooded my Twitter, I realized, this was more then just my Kboards hacked.

That same week a relative stopped by and asked what had happened to my WordPress Blog, they said I had spent the week posting a lot of really weird shit that didn't make sense and was out of character for me. Well, I hadn't posted a blog post in about 7 months, you know, because I was paralyzed for 5 months and then another 8 months learning to use my arms and legs again, so was not able to type, so there shouldn't have been any new posts on my blog at all. I went and checked and yep, every day for weeks a dozen or more posts had gone out and they were the same type of hate filled, spiteful, snarky crap that was being posted on my Kboards account.  

I realized at that point that it was more than just my Kboards account that had been hacked.

And for the record, I NEVER promote another author's book unless I have first read said book, and you will NEVER see me post the link more than once.  

I contacted DW about this and he had no knowledge of why his books were being blasted at a rate of dozens of spam posts an hour via my Twitter account. He went to Kboards and posted an "apology thread" to let folks know there was a hacker on the loose and that he suspected his account was also hijacked, but the mods (or maybe the hacker?) deleted that thread within the hour of his posting it.

I was trying to figure it out what was going on when I realized: "OMG! My Twitter account uses the same password as my Kboards account! I bet my WordPress must have used that same password too."

I went looking for my list of passwords for all my 300+ forums accounts and found I had used the same password on several of them. I started checking all the ones that had that same password and many of them had been hijacked. So this was not just my Kboards account, it was fairly widespread. The hacker had actively set out to track down as many of my accounts as they could to take them over and impersonate me and do EXACTLY what K/SS, JDP/EA, LG, and the 1/52 EAF authors had all threatened they were going to do: make an active attempt to "destroy her career and dry up sales" which they apparently planned to carry out by hijacking my forum and social network accounts to post a bunch of wild crazy shit and thus ruin my reputation.

Whoever did this was very evil person.

I can't figure out who would do something like this. It iis the sort of thing RMA and his best friend JB would (and have done in the past) but RMA died in September 2013 and JB is in prison. (Hacking bank accounts and embezzling tens of thousands of dollars is what he went to prison for. He is a hacker and he did hack my accounts multiple times back in 2007 to 2009. I did not find out his identity until the police traced his bank account hacks in 2011 and discovered he had been the hacker of my accounts as well. He had been hired by RAM to do the hacking.)

As far as I know, no one other then Kendra has a motive to do something like this, and like I've said before, I have no clue who this Kendra person is, or what her motive is, but she's been doing stuff like this for 9 years now. She is just the most baffling person I have ever encountered. Everything that is wrong with her life, no matter how big or how small, she lands in my yard screaming and yelling and claims it's all my fault. I don't know why. I simply can not figure out the logic behind her accusations at all, but then again, this IS the woman who also claims I am telepathically sucking ideas out of her head to prevent her from writing and getting published. And she fully, 100% believes that accusation to be true. I've thought Kendra was a nut for a while now, (I mean, what sane person storms into a restaurant and threatens an author, while she's having a meal with her friends, telling them "It's my turn to shine, you better not publish another book before I do!") but her accusing me of sucking ideas out of her head, kind of confirmed it.

I changed the password on my Twitter account and immediately the bombardment of spam links to other authors' books stopped posting.

I then changed my password on Kboards and the posts stopped being changed. At that point I set out to correcting the posts back to their original form, but then, while I was doing that I got side swiped by authors JDP/EA's and LG's raging fury, (which in all likelihood was the hacker, retaliating from losing access to my account) and their posts stirring up several other members to join in the herd mentality attack with them, I just said, I really don't want to deal with this.

It's too stressful, I've got too much going on in my life, with the harassment from the town, my health was really bad just then, I was going in for surgery the following week, I just had too many IMPORTANT issues to deal with, I didn't want to have to try to juggle some stupid petty forum war with a bunch of very unprofessional authors who had nothing better to do then fight on a forum.

I mean I they want to act like stupid, childish, unprofessional, spoilt brats, tossing labels and name calling around on a forum, then fine, go ahead, I don't care. It's their own career they are destroying. No good ever comes from attack other people on a forum. Every author who jumps in on something like that is just going to get their career dragged down by it. 

What gets me really mad about all of this, is I just walked out, I never said a word, I never commented, never posted a single forum posts, never said anything on my blog, never said anything on Twitter or FaceBook. Nothing No where. I just walked away. And I was in and out of the hospital from October to February, so I wasn't online that whole time, and I kind of forgot about the Kboards incident. 

I was due in for surgery - again- and still very weak from my 5 months of being paralyzed, not yet fully able to use my arms, not yet fully able to type, not yet walking without someone helping me, and thus not able to type a response to what these people were doing.

That's what infuriated me. Because I was paralyzed, I could not respond. I could not type. I was reading the posts, my account was posting and the responses other authors were posting, and I couldn't do a thing to let these people know - this isn't me. I was still too weak from having been beating up and left for dead, paralyzed for 5 months, to have the ability to type. Someone had taken over my account and was posting from it pretending to be me and I couldn't do anything to stop them. It infuriated me that this low life son of bitch bastard of a creep, was passing themselves off as me and posting a lot of very awful things in a very blatant attack on my career and reputation.

And yet some of the things this hacker wrote were also terrifying. The posts included "updates" on my health - details of hospital visits, details of who was visiting me at home and when. Because the hacker was doing this, it looked even more like I actually was the one posting and what was frightening was that the only way the hacker could have known any of these things was if they were sitting in view of my driveway, while they were typing them.

Whoever this hacker was, it was obvious they could see my driveway. It was obvious, they knew what I did and when I did it. Several posts they wrote, had details about my hospitalization that they could only have known from going to the hospital, and it became frighteningly clear, that his was someone local - very local. Someone who saw me every day and knew where I was, when I was there and was posting posts on the KB forum to match my movements (and lack of). There are only 4 people who live in range to see my yard from their house, meaning the hacker was one of them.

Well, here it is 6 months later (March 2015) and I'm just getting back online again, and I come to find out that, good god, even though I wasn't even online and I had never once responded to a single thing these people said or did, they were STILL attacking me and dragging my name through the mud and screaming "let's dry up her sales" "we need to destroy her career", and well, that's why 7 months after this started, I've decided enough is enough, it's high time I put my foot down and make a public statement about this.

There is someone online pretending to be me. They have been using the ID name "EelKat" on accounts on various sites and posting ludicrous crap. I don't know who they are or why they are doing it, but other then my website here at EelKat.com, the only other sites I post to are:TumblrTwitter, and FaceBook. This person hacked into my old forum accounts between August 2014 and October 2014 and began posting weird shit via my old accounts, pretending to be me. Note that, I was in the hospital at the time this happened and was not online. I did not find out about this hacking/hijacking of my accounts until November/December 2014, when I shut down all 34 of my blogs, my social network accounts, and all of my forum accounts. Most of the hacker's target had been focused on my Kboards account, where they attempted to do quite a bit of damage to my reputation and career. 

They know enough about me to post SOME (very little) accurate information about me and my life (stuff they, very obviously copied off my website here), enough to make their posts look like they actually are written by me, but most of what they are posting is outright lies, and outrageous inaccuracies, such as claiming that I own two brand new Rolls Royces - I do not even own one! Because,  they very clearly don't actually know me, and there is very little information about me out there, they are "filling in the blanks" by making stuff up and posting a lot of "this happened to me" and "I did this and that" type of posts, making claims to things I have never done.

They are also making wild claims about which books I've written, attributing books to me, that I did not write and have no affiliation with at all, at several points making the false claims that I am simply the alternate penname of Twilight author Stephanie Meyers. One post claimed "EelKat" to be a made up "vampire name". No, EelKat Wendy Christine Allen is my REAL name, EelKat is a Kickapoo/Native American word, meaning "girl guided by eels", it was given to me by my Kickapoo grandmother, when I was 3 years old, after she discovered my obsession with collecting, painting, raising, and drawing eels. The Green Moray Eel is my favorite animal, and has been for as long as I can remember. Grammy Eva said eels were my spirit guides, thus why she gave me that as my "spirit name". I have always used EelKat when writing. While I use a penname for my Erotica books, you will find the words "EelKat writing as ---" on the copyright page of those books.

If I wrote a book, it's here on my site. If it's not here on my site, I didn't write it, simple as that. (The Erotica books are not shown or linked to on this site, because of the Google AdSense ToS. They are also not sold on Amazon as they are self-published vanity press chapbooks, only sold locally from local brick&mortar mom&pop bookstores.)

ALL of my books are published by The Twighlight Manor Press. I have no books published with ANY other publisher. (Though I have sold a few work-for-hire 3-page comic book scripts to Disney, those being published by Egmont {Danish language comic books} and Hatchet {French language comic books}. Like the Nancy Drew books written by 57 authors all as Carol Keene, Disney assigns pennames to those, so dozens of authors write the comic script, when it appears to only be one author.) 

So, no, I am NOT Stephanie Meyers. (And please STOP addressing her emails to me. No, I will not forward them to her, I just delete, unread, everything addressed to her.) No, I have never published any books that do not connect back to the name EelKat. If it doesn't say: "EelKat writing as ---" on the copyright page, it isn't me. If it wasn't published by The Twighlight Manor Press, it also wasn't me, as that is the only publisher handling all of my books.

They (the hacker) have been making equally wild claims about my income, in one post claiming I was making $140,000 a month! God! I wish! I haven't made that much total in the past 10 years combined. They have posted my home address in their posts, so they know where I live. They are also copying photos off my website (photos of me) and using them in their posts.

I have been finding these impersonation posts like this, on several forums across the internet. Whoever is doing this, they have been very thorough in hacking into as many of my old (and no longer used) forum accounts as they could find. near as I can tell from the dates on the posts, it appears they started doing this in mid-May 2014, and did most of it between August 2014 through October 2014, only stopping in December 2014, after I discovered it was happening and changed the passwords of most of my accounts and deleted the rest (thus ending their access to my old accounts - they can't hack an account if I just delete it and it is no longer there for them to hack.)

It is unclear who is doing this or why, but, do know that if you see "me" postingANYWHERE online, other than here at EelKat.com or TumblrTwitter, and FaceBookit is NOT me!

I have ZERO currently active forum accounts. I am NOT currently posting on ANY forums ANYWHERE! Any posts showing up on forums ARE NOT being posted by me.

And TumblrTwitter, and FaceBook are the ONLY currently active social network accounts I have.

I will be so happy when all this Kboards hacker court drama is over, so I have time to write regular again. Damn it. I hate all the time this jackass thug is wasting for me. I spent 5 months bedridden, and I get out of the hospital to find out that while I was offline some creep hijacked my forum accounts and social networks and raised absolute hell. God! What is wrong with people? I am so sick and tired of trouble makers. What is it with shit-headed people like that, that possesses them to do something like this?

I get out of the hospital from months and months and months of medical hell and not being able to write or publish the whole time, think FINALLY I can get back to my daily writing and monthly publishing schedule, and then I find out what this jerk was doing to my accounts while I was offline and now I have THAT mess to clean up and straighten out before I can get back to writing regular again. 

Needless to say, I find what this person is doing to be quite annoying and they have been properly cursed to fit their crimes.

You learned enough about me to make an attempt to impersonate me and almost pulled it off because you did convince some people (the members of Kboards) that you were me, but you didn't know me well enough to know about my ToS and Retribution Policy has been in place and on all of my websites since 1997 or know that I have a LONG history of dealing with people like you.

It seems you, dear hacker, overlooked one very important little fact: I am EelKat, the one and only, the single most feared Gypsy Witch/Necromancer in New England, made famous by being featured in Stephen King's The Thinner.

Did you really think you could impersonate me and get away with it?

Did you really think I wouldn't find out?

Do you really think I need to know who you are, what you name is, or where you live to cast a curse on you and send a holy herd of daemons up your ass?

You really should have researched me better before impersonating me and pissing me off. How did you research enough about me to convincingly impersonate me, without discovering I am Voodoo Priestess Necromancer Gypsy Queen with a long history of cursing people like you.

The death of a thousand hungers I rain upon your head. All your ill intents now mirror back upon you. For seven years, you shall suffer, you and your family and your children, shall all wish you had never been born. So let it be written, so let it be done.

These people are really getting out of hand. They are just absolutely out of control and I for one and sick and tired of the nasty, filthy, sick-minded rumors, lies, and gossip these people are spreading about me.

I mean the stuff that these people are saying about me, come with a MINIMUM 40 years in prison sentence. The stuff they are saying is VERY serious.  They are falsely accusing me of having done things that I'm not even physically capable of doing. 

The stuff they are saying about me - these are beyond minor little things: they are calling me a pedophile - a crime that has a 40 year prison sentence. They are small minded people who have resorted to making up lies about my sex life, in what they themselves term an attempted to "dry up her sales and kill her career"

This has gone beyond a "normal" little forum war.

The hacker? What did he/she do? And why?

I don't know why. It would help if I knew who the hacker was, I suppose. In order to figure out who and why, I guess I have to go back to before my Kboards account was hacked, or rather to before I knew it was hacked. Near as I can tell the hack happened at some point in middle of May 2014, but it's had to tell because, they went back and changed all my old posts as well.

I was on KBoards forum for 7 years. I wrote 1,371 articles, most of them more then 10,000 words long. More then 100 self-published authors attributed their success to my help on the forum and the articles I wrote for them. I was there for 7 years and during that time, no one knew what my race was.

In mid-spring 2014 a black woman on the forum was attacked violently by several dozen members. Why? Because she asked a question: "Should I make my characters white?" She went on to explain that she had written her characters black, but that one editor after another had told her the American market was "white" and the only way her book would sell was if she made her characters white.

The woman went on to explain she was considering self-publishing because she did not want to make her characters white, she wanted her characters to be like her.

The response she got was horrendous. Dozens of white members lashed out at her calling her stupid and told her to "face the reality" of the fact that "black people" were "too stupid" to read, thus why only white readers existed in America. I was shocked by the many hate filled answers she was getting. The thread received 300+ responses in the space of a few hours and not a single helpful answer.

I responded to the woman, because it was clear no one else was going to, to tell her, that like her, I too was not white. I too wrote characters who are the same race and culture as myself. I too had had similar editor requests. I too turned to self publishing because I had refused to make my characters be white. I told her to be true to her story. Be true to her culture. Write the story the way it was intended to be written. We need diversity in our books.

Shortly after my response, a few other "minority" members responded. Each one said they had been scared to speak up. Scared to admit their race on a public forum. Soon the thread evolved, when one guy told his self-publishing story as a Chinese man in America, who likewise had run into too many editors telling him to make his characters white.

After a while someone replied to ask me what my race was, as I had not mentioned it. I had only said that I was not white. I replied to say that I was a Gypsy. That was the beginning on the end.

L.G., S.C., J.DP/EA.,  and some members were all members who for many years had been my friends. They were the first to lash out attacks on the threads. Horrible attacks accusing me of being a "baby stealer" and adding too that story until by October 2014 they were saying I wrote what they termed "Pedophile Erotica" and stories "promoting child sex slavery".

There was an entire thread started by one member, on which all of the above members posted and spent to course of a week doing nothing but railing out their hate for Gypsies in general and me in particular. That thread was horrendous. Those members basically started a “protest” and “boycott” with one member suggesting that all members of KBoards just go to my profile and going down the list of all of my posts and “hitting the report button” on all of my posts to “get that pediphile of KBoards”,  adding “that pediphile has got fairies for brains, did you know she believes fairies are real?” To which another member responded “yeah, sick gypos are like that.” 

The thread went on for several more posts all of them poking fun at fairies, leprechauns, and crazy people who believe in them.

Nearly 3 pages worth of posts were devoted to tearing apart, Faerie Faith, my culture’s native indigenous religion, spiritual practices, and beliefs. Faerie Faith is a religion which does not follow the Abrahamic god or the belief in the world according to Moses; rather it is an Animistic religion which reverences the spirits of nature (called the Fae).

Faeries, capitalized and spelt with an "E and always ending in "ie" is different from fairy or fairies or fery or feries or faery. They are the Little People, but not tiny, they are Humans sized, just shorter. They are not little flower fairies with butterfly wings. They are what Christians often refer to as "guardian angels" or "ghosts" or "spirits of the dead" or in Voodoo and Vudo "the Loa". They are the spirits of our ancestors. 

Leprechaun, as we use it, IS NOT the same as Americans use it. We ARE the Leprechauns. The Indigenous Highlanders of Scotland aka the Picts aka the Scottish Gypsies are shorter then most people. Most of our women are under 5'3" and most of our men are under 5'9". My grandmother was only 5'1" and I'm only 5'6" (thus why Quaraun is 5'6"). When the Celts invaded Scotland they referred to us as "The Little People" because we are little.  

Our people are NOT as we are incorrect called actually indigenous to Scotland. My family reached Scotland, via the Vikings, after being kidnapped in Mongolia, where they had previously lived. We did not originate in Mongolia either. We came from Persia originally. We by blood/DNA/genetically are Persians. We are Persians originally and we were a sub-group within the Persian culture known as Magi. Yes - the same group mentioned in the Bible, the travelling "Wise Men of the East" who spent their lives roaming the world. Which is why we dress in the "strange" beaded and embroidered silk robes that we wear.

 By profession, traditionally our people made very elaborate, beaded clothes including shoes. Thus when the Irish discovered our people in scotland, they called use both The Little People AND The Leprechauns, which only means "The Shoe Makers". 

So when people on the forum started bullying me about the term "Leprechaun" it hurt a lot, because, it's a frequent bullying tactic I've had to live with most of my life.

The problem is Americans are too ignorant to do any research, and when they hear "Leprechaun" the first the they think of is, cartoon Brownies in green coats, hiding gold under rainbows and granting wishes. That is a stupid, idiotic, vile, racist, bigoted stereotype that created by hate mongers to make fun of our people. The cartoon green Leprechaun is to our people, what the Gollywog is to the the black people.

There is an ACTUAL, real, live, HUMAN, group of people who ACTUALLY ARE called Leprechauns. They wear red not green, and they look and dress like THIS:

And they are my people, and I am tired of that stupid green cartoon with his pot of gold and rainbows being thrown in my face.

It's mean.

It's hateful.

It's racist.

And it hurts.

You wouldn't throw Gollywogs at a black person. Why are you throwing green men and rainbows at me?

It's not my problem if you are too stupid to know what a REAL Leprechaun is. But go ahead, rave your stupidity all over a public forum, let the world know you actually ARE retarded, while you sit there calling me a retard.

You're calling ME a retard? YOU'RE the one who doesn't know what a Leprechaun is. YOU'RE the one with stupid cartoons stuck in your head.

When I say we descended from the Leprechauns, I'm not talking about your stupid racist Lucky Charms cartoons! I'm talking about the short race of Persian Magi, who where called Leprechauns and Little People by the Irish, because they were short and they made shoes.

But silly me, I have Autism, I forget, how STUPID you non-Autistic people are, requiring me to EXPLAIN the meaning of EVERYTHING!

























YES! It does hurt when you are throwing your stupid jokes about rainbows and pots of gold and laughing about how my favorite colour must be green.  And, no, it's NOT funny!

But all you are doing is proving that YOU not me, are the one who is retarded, because YOU'RE the one thinking of cartoon characters because you are too stupid to know the difference between a race/group/ethnicity of people and a stupid cartoon.


Another member C.J. (a reader, not an author) was torn apart on yet another thread, which resulted in several rant posts by several members (authors) claiming that KBoards was for “authors only” and that "readers should just leave the forum" as “this place isn’t for them”.

A third thread was then started by D.W. called: “A Big Thank You to EelKat and C*****J**” This thread was started in response to the other two. D.W. wrote a long thank you letter to me and C.J. for all the help each of us had given him during the early days of starting his writing career. He encouraged others to join him in standing up to the EAF & DD forum Erotica authors who had invaded KB, stating that he believed overall members of KB were not of the same mind as the large group of 50+ new members who had only been on the forum for fewer then 30 days.

The British Erotica authors from Erotica Author Forum and Dirty Discourses, went into total hootenanny hysterics, lashing out at his thread as well. In their raging inferno they lashed out him, his thread, and anyone who posted on it to defend me or C.J.

One member (who had joined that week and had posted on KB before) went off on a rant on the evils of Gypsies, stating that they lived in Europe and knew all about Gypsies and knew that “the only good Gypsy is a dead Gypsy, I say we exterminate them all.”

There seemed to be yet another thread involved, but I never saw it, so either the mods deleted it off KBoards or the thread in question was on EAF forum or DD forum and not KB forum. Both EAF and DD forums are private access forums with paid membership. I’ve never paid money for any forum, nor would I, so I have never seen either forum and don’t know what goes on over there.

What I do know is that J.DP. changed her KB account id name to E.A. and then (thinking I didn’t know it was still her same account - I have software on my computer that tells me the ISP number of all posters on all forums) started a riot on yet another thread, where she boldly bragged that on the DD forum there was an entire section where they could protest the books of any author they didn’t like and that she and other members of DD forum were in an attempt to figure out all 15 of my pennames so that they could compile a list of all of my books and send it out in email newsletters to readers to “warn them” that I was “a pedophile Gypsy who deserves to die”. 

J.DP turned E.A. also posted to say:  “if you want to talk about EelKat without her knowing what you are saying about her, join me on KBoards chat, she never uses it.”

Another member replied to this post to say “I started a Google Hangout where we can talk about EelKat without her knowing it, shoot me an email and I’ll send you an invite”.

This went on throughout August, September, and October 2014. I ignored the members and threads involved, never replying or posting on any of them and just continued to talk with other members. Whenever anyone asked me “Why do you stay here, when the environment is so hostile towards you these days?”

My answer was simply: “Let them make fools of themselves that the world may know them mad. This is a public forum, they are just self-ruining their careers by not acting professional.”

J.DP./E.A. was flipping out in hysterics at me - replying to EVERY post I made on ANY thread, by posting a weird, wild, utterly psychotic rant that made absolutely no sense at all. At one point she posted the rant in her signature so it was attached to all of her posts. On the 2 Erotica threads she posted the rant, every hour, on the hour, over and over again, for days. 

I was curious why she was posting that same rant, reworded, once an hour, every hour, for more then a week and always posting it as a reply to anything I said, on every thread. Every other post (she apparently stayed online all day long because every post someone made on that thread day or night, she replied to their post by yet again reposting her rant, thus why every other post on the thread was her rant) on the EAF thread was her saying "Come join DD and get away from the FAKE Erotica authors on KB, only REAL Erotica authors are allowed there, YAY!" and every post she made anywhere else was nasty snarkiness tacked on a reply to something I said.

On October 27th I started getting a TON of emails and private messages - not one or two, but DOZENS of them - from all these new members who had joined KB from EAF, included from the owner of DDF. I was baffled. I couldn't figure out why all these people were contacting me, and why so many of them, and why all at once? All minutes apart. I got more then a dozen messages the first hour. It was just mind boggling. I figured something was up, for that many people to start contacting me all at once like that, so I start reading the messages and they were all almost the exact same message, nearly word for word, copy/paste, every one of them.

Guess what they were copy and paste of? Yeah,JDP/EA's posts "ONLY REAL Erotica Authors" blah, blah, blah...

"FAKE Erotica is not allowed" blah, blah, blah.

It became apparent that over on the DD forum, this psycho crybaby zombie writer who'd only taken up Erotica in the past month member, was on some sort of vendetta, but what or why, I had no clue.  Whatever it was, I couldn't help but think she was on a clear road to a heart attack or a stroke the way she was just flipping out steady none stop all hours of the day and night, every day for the entire month of October.

GOD! I don't think I've ever seen any one have a complete psycho billy meltdown like J.DP/EA had.

The thing that started bothering me about J.DP/EAs meltdown was that a large majority of her reposted copy and past posts, were replies to my posts, often with parts of my posts in quotes, in between her ranting. It made no sense at all, because the things she was quoting were completely different topic then her rants.  

I began to appear the JDP/EA was a spammer, since every sentence of these rants included the phrase "Come join Dirty Discourses!"  I chalked her off as being a spammer, over promoting the DD forum, and for the first time in 7 years on KBoards, I went looking for the block/ignore feature so I could block her posts.  I blocked JDP/EA around October 17 and after that had no more issues with being harassed by her, as the block goes both ways.

By blocking JDP/EA, I seemed to have set off a light under her ass, because the very next day, I was bombarded with 50+ EAF Erotica authors, lashing out in vehement hatred, replying with the wildest craziest, insane accusations I had ever seen!

From the things they said, it became apparent that JDP/EA was some sort of paranoid conspiracy theory freak, who had it in her head I was "out to get her" (as more then one member said she had told them.)

Out to get her? What? I didn't even know who she was. She'd only joined KBoards in May 2014.  She wrote end of the world zombie apocalypse prepper fiction, according to her profile bio, a genre I don't read, don't write, and have absolutely no interest in. She was a nobody who appeared out of nowhere and just went nut case on me and I still have no idea why.

But, several members were adamant in saying that she had gone to another forum and told them I was out to get her, and asked them to come join KBoards to help her, they were saying that they had thus created their KBoards accounts it "come to her defence". 

I'm sorry...what? Her defence? You're joking right? Defence against what? What in the hell are you people talking about?

They came right out and said I was attacking her and targeting her posts and that they were going to defend her from me.

I'm thinking: "Good god, these people are nuts. I don't even know who this woman is. I've NEVER responded to her posts at all, let alone was attacking her and out get her, like they were saying I was.

I've been on hundreds of forums since 1997. EVERYONE knows me and EVERYONE knows I NEVER reply or respond to mean posts, and this woman, has never said a kind post. She's been raining hellfire on first one author and then the next since May, so why would I reply to anything she says? No reason to. She's just a mean, bitter person, very obviously a forum troll, just trying to stir up troule. No reason to feed the troll with a response. 

I mean, this woman lashed out at dozens of other authors for several months, before she got around to lashing out at me. She's a bully. Bullying authors on the forum is what this woman is known for. It's what she does. And I want nothing to do with bullies. So, I ignore her. I just act like she isn't even there. If me and someone else are talking on a thread and she jumps in with her crazy rants, I just act like I didn't see them. I don't even acknowledge her presence. I am a Gypsy after all, we are very good at shunning people and ignoring their existence. And I have Autism, I was shunned for more then 40 years by a good 3/4s of the clan.

If there's one thing I learned how to do while growing up in Gypsy culture, it how to shun people and pretend they aren't there, act like they are dead even though they are in the room talking. It's what the aunts and uncles and cousins did to me. I have Autism, they viewed that as a form of demo possession. They said my Autism would go away if I repented of my demon possession and cast the demons out. They had an exorcism done on me once and, they said I "threw" the priest across the room (I didn't - I punched him in the face and tripped and fell down on his backside; but they say I used "demon strength throw him across the room.") and they've shunned me ever since because, they believe I am the "child of Satan" as they like to call me.

So, you see, I know how to shun a person and pretend they are dead and not there, I had more then 200 family members do it to me (which is why Quaraun's family and village do it to him in the books. The Quaraun books are a very accurate representation of how people treat Autistic people because it's how people treat me because of my Autism.)

Anyways. This woman has been posting crazy mean stuff at a lot of authors for a lot of months, and I just ignore her and pretend she's not there. So when she starts lashing out at me next, I continue to ignore her and pretend she's not there. And when these 50+ "EAF Erotica Authors" show up, all saying they are her "minions" and their "in her defence", I ignore them too.

I didn't reply to any of them, not her or her "minions" (what, does she think she's a super villain? Why does she have "minions"?) and I made a point to avoid any thread they posted on, and they were working themselves up into a progressively bigger and bigger and wilder and ever more ludicrous frenzy with each passing hour.

But...some things started to stand out as they posted more and more rants...something very odd, and I suddenly realized... omg... I know what happened...

In the midst of their raving and ranting, they were tossing in odd statements like "We don't want your kind on KB" and "People like you don't deserve to live" and "she out to be shot in the head" and "let's destroy her career" and "your kind don't belong here"...and a lot of stuff like that.

There were multiple "reasons" they had. But lots of empty "your kind" and "people like you" statements went not specified.

Some were very adamant in their hatred for "retards" and others were very vocal about their hatred for "gays", and at first I thought those were the only two issues, but then some other things started to pop into their rants.

My kind? What does that even mean? What are you talking about?

People like me? What do you mean people like me?

One made the statement that they had been to Romania once and therefor "I know first hand what kind of scum you are."

Romania? What? I'm not Romanian. I've never been to Romania. Why are they directing these posts to me? I don't get it. These people obviously had absolutely no clue who they were talking to. It was clear that they only knew me from stuff JDP had told them and whatever it was she told them, it was REALLY wrong, because they were aiming a lot of hate at me for a lot of reason that simply did not apply to me at all. So I was extremely confused as to why they were addressing these posts to me.

I wanted to reply and ask them what they meant by these things, but I continued to read only and not reply to anything they said, because in all my years of forum activity, I have never once responded to a troll and I didn't intend to start.

But as the hours rolled on, more pieces fell into place as the phrases "dirty gypo" and "thieving gypsies" and "baby stealing scum" began to pop into their posts.

Ah! Gypsy haters. THAT's what they meant by Romania. They were talking about Romnies, Romas. 

No. Romas. Gypsies. Travellers. They are three separate races. Because REAL Gypsies are so rare, Romas and Travellers think they can call themselves Gypsies and get away with it because most people don't know the difference between a Gypsy and a Roma and a Traveller.

Okay...so...now I click on the KB profile of the owner of DD forum and the admins of DD forum and these several dozen members of DD forum and...oh my... do you know what I found out? Why golly goshy me, they do be white men from good old Britain.

Yeah.

Scottish Gypsy haters to the core.

No one hates a Scottish Gypsy more then a white Brit, no one is more vocal in their belief that the only good Gypsy is a dead Gypsy. why gosh darn, little old mountain hick me, I should had seen that one coming now shouldn't I have? Oh boo-hoo-hooo poor little wittle tighty whity assed crybaby britty wittys have got a big bad brown assed Gypsy-whipsy on the forum and they can't stand it. 

Oooooooh, let's all play Frankenstein and gang up on her. Yeah, real mature, real mature. Hey, here's something, why don't you grow up and, I don't know, try acting like a human being for a change. Might do you some good. Here I am, I'm the one one with Autism, "the idiot illness" and yet, you guys are the ones acting like idiots on a public forum.

But then the emails and PMs start rolling in and I'm like, what the...? Pediphile Erotica? Child sex for titillation? What in the heck are these people talking about? I was completely clueless. Absolutely utterly clueless. And what was in the emails? Well, they were supposedly responses to something I had written on the KB forum, but how in the heck they came to the conclusions they were jumping to, I have no idea, because me, I still didn't know someone had hacked my account and was using it to promote child porn and spread nasty filthy lies about how Gypsies are all evil scumbags who go after children.

And yet I'm getting emails tell me that I...uhm...*cough* am not a "real" Erotica writer, I don't write the *correct* type of Erotica, because it's "fake" or so I was told by 1 of DDFs mods and more then a dozen EAF/DD members via the KB private messages, where they contacted me to tell me that under no circumstances was I ever to consider attempting to join their DD forum.

Okay...I write Bizarro. Bizarro Horror. Bizarro Sci-Fi. Bizarro Yaoi. And yes, Bizarro Erotica (also known as Monster Porn) and most of what I write in either gay or bi-sexual. And whether it’s Erotica or not, my stories use the words Fuck, Cock, Dick, and Penis in just about every paragraph...and if you are talking about The Twiglight Manor Series or Quaraun the Insane series, you are gonna find the words Fuck, Cock, Dick, and Penis in just about every sentence. Both those series are not Erotica and are only rated M18 for language (as opposed to stuff like my Monster Porn which is rated MA21 for graphic sex AND language.)

While I do not consider either The Twighlight Manor Series or Quaraun the Insane series to be Erotica, most readers say the sex in them is far more graphic then what is seen in Erotica and classify both series as Porn. Both series evolve around the lives of the non-human (aliens and merfolk in the TMSeries and Elves and Fae in the QtISeries) main characters (Etiole, Razzbury, and Roderic Swanzen of the TMSeries and Quaraun and Unicorn of the QtISeries). They are Literary stories that focus on minor everyday details that happen in the life of the main character, thus the point of each story is character development, not plot or action (there is no action in either series, and many readers describe the stories as “slow moving but emotionally intense”.)

I point out The TMSeries and the QtISeries specifically here, because these are the two series which JDP/EA and S.M.R. specifically mentioned in their posts. J.DP/E.A. had made frequent comments about the TMSeries usually comparing it to Stephenie Meyers Twilight Saga. Her constantly comparing the two series made no sense to me as they are not anything alike at all! Other then the word Twighlight and Twilight in the titles and a character named Swanzen vs Swan and both authors being Mormons, there is no similarities to the two series at all. She even made a post saying that I had copied S.M’s Twilight! How laughable is that! I wrote the TMSeries in the 1970s and S.M. wrote Twilight just 3 or 4 years ago. My series was written before S.M. was even born for crying out loud! 

Why J.DP/EA kept bringing this up, I don’t know, but every time she did, another member S.M.R. would jump in and say: “You know what Gypsies are like. They steal everything. Look at me, I’m a Gypsy, I wrote Harry Potter!”

On several threads J.DP/EA and S.M.R. posted countless accusations accusing me of claiming that I WAS Stephenie Meyers and said that I was claiming I had written the Twilight Saga! I have never made any such claim and I have no idea why they were saying that I had, but it was another thing that the members of the D.D. forum were saying as well, stating that they “know all about you and how you impersonate Steph Meyers”! 

I found the posts by S.M.R. most baffling, as she had left KBoards in 2013 (after being attacked by forum trolls back then, in a very similar manner as what was going on here) and had been very vocal in her leaving, that she would never go back. She had been very vocal on her blog, FaceBook, Twitter, and even stated on one occasion that her lawyer had forbidden her to have any connection to KBoards after the way her account had been horrendously slandered by KB members back in 2013.

The odd thing about S.M.R.s posts is that she and I had been friends on KB years ago and these new posts in October 2014, were not her “voice” or “writing style” at all. S.M.R. also did not write Erotica and she was posting saying that she was a member of EAF in some posts. The snark, voice, and style matched J.DP/EA nearly exactly, and every time J.DP/EA made a post, S.M.R. would post a few minutes later. It appeared that whoever was posting via J.DP/EA’s account, was also posting via S.M.R.’s account. 

I found this very odd and am fairly certain that S.M.R.s account was hacked. At this point I began to wonder if J.DP/EAs account had been hacked as well, however, J.DP/EA had used this brash, crash and bash attack style of posting ever since she created her account. She was a very bigoted, volatile, high strung, prone to wild accusations, and lashing out at other members for no logical reason, right from day one, so these posts lashing out at me were not unusual for he and given the way she had attacked first one member after another, it was only logical that eventually she would get around to lashing out at me too. No. It was S.M.R.s posts that were sending up the red flags that KBoards had a hacker on the loose. 

Several old members, commented on S.M.R.s sudden return to KBoards after nearly two years gone. She ignored every one of them and oddly acted as though she didn’t know any of these old long time members whom had once been her close friends. When members asked her how she was doing (she’d had surgery just before leaving) and how her children were doing, again, she avoided these members and acted as though she did not know about her own health issues or children. This sent up more red flags indicating that S.M.R. was NOT the one writing her posts.

When the EAF Erotica authors started lashing out their threats, demanded that I “better not join Dirty Discourses or else”, oddly S.M.R. jumped in to join them. S.M.R. was not an Erotica Author and her claims as such, were a glaring red flag, that whoever was now controlling her account had slipped up and made a HUGE mistake by posting this message via the WRONG account! With this person posting to the wrong account, there was no longer any question that S.M.R.’s account was hacked and she was not the one posting these messages.

The oddest thing of all, was, I write Erotica under a penname that I have NEVER revealed to ANYONE. No one knows what my penname is. I used to write under other pennames, but I unpublished those and after doing so, revealed, yes, that was me writing as those two names. So these members lashing out at me saying I was “writing fake Erotica” and pointing to the Twighlight Manor Series and the Quaraun the Insane series, were making a huge error here, because neither of those series is Erotica. Yes, they have sex scenes in them, but that doesn’t make them Erotica. I have never called either of those two series, Erotica. Some of my readers have called them Erotica, but I haven’t. 

So, it was just ridiculous, them pointing at these particular books, and saying that I was writing fake Erotica and they knew it, “because look these are not REAL Erotica”...well, yeah, no duffy! Of course they aren’t Erotica! I never said they were! 

But then, WHY in the heck were they flipping out and demanding I not join the DD forum? They acted like I had said I was going to join. And...I never had any interest in joining so, I don’t even know what they were talking about. Why were they flipping out?

Wait...what? Join the DD forum? What? What are they talking about? Why would anyone in their right mind pay money to join a forum? I don't get it. You can't taste it, you can't touch it, you can't hold it in your hands, it isn't gonna keep you warm or dry, why would I pay money for it? Hey, they want to waste their money joining some snooty private forum, it's no skin off my back. What do I care? What the hell are they talking about? Why are they sending me these emails. Here I am getting ready for surgery in a few days, and these people, these strangers from Britain are bombarding me with messages and emails that make sense to me at all!

They seemed to be under the impression that I intended to join the DD forum and "invade" their private territory, because "that's what Gypsies do" according to them. That’s when the “I used to live in Romania, I know what your kind is like” posts started showing up. 

They started out yelling for me to not invade DD forum and by the end of the posts they were rambling on about how “Gypsies are all squatters, they invade every place”. One poster started raving about how they were “sick of trash like you moving around all the time and invading everyone’s land”!

What the hell? My family have been settled Gypsies since the 1530s. We own this land ourselves and we haven't moved off of it in 500 freaking years. Where in the hell do you get off throwing lying stereotypes in my face, accusing me of invading your private property! But like I said, I never once posted on their little EAF/DDF thread, I never joined their conversation, heck, I didn't even know these people, they had only been members of KB for less then 20 days. So I still don't know why they thought I was going to join.

Not sure what exactly happened over there on the DD forum (as I'm not a member) that inspired a whole slew of them to PM me here within an hour of each other, but something clearly happened, somewhere, to cause them to all message me minutes apart, to tell (threaten) me not to join their private forum. This was not some random, oh let's message her when we get around to it, this was a very organized, oh, it's been two minutes, well guess it's my turn to copy and paste the exact same message to her. Somehow they thought I would join DDF and wanted to let it be know that I was in no way welcomed over there. And boy did they ever let it be known! What a potty mouthed group of shit heads they are in private messages when they think no one can see them...

I spent 36 years building a name and reputation for myself as a writer and I don't take kindly at all to your little petty racist attempt to destroy my career and reputation, just because YOU HATE Gypsies! ?

They think they know me, because they think they know Gypsies? But no, they didn't take the time to find out anything about me at all. They just jumped to false conclusions and incited up a riot over on DDF and told them to land in my inbox on KB. Nice. Good one. Great way to be a professional and start your career. 

Do they really think that's the way to operate a business? You do know anybody can saunter on over to KB, read the posts going on and on and on about how they write REAL Erotica and how they just can't stand FAKE Erotica authors, and oh yippie skippies, look at them ruining their own career. 

Yeah. You know what? You want to drag your career down the toilet. Fine. Have at it. I’ll not have you dragging my career down the drain with you. 

You wonder why your sales are in the toilet...uhm...you might want to reconsider what you've been saying on KB!

J.DP/EA. and her EAF/DDF friends and their little outburst of insanity in my inbox, at first I wasn't sure what they meant by it, but their exact words were "we don't want your kind around our forum" and "our forum is only open to REAL Erotica writers" and "FAKE Erotica is not allowed" (they capitalized the words real and fake). 

My kind? What exactly is my "kind"?

Fake Erotica? What is "fake" Erotica?

Real Erotica? What is "real" Erotica?

And what did they mean by "your kind"?

My kind?

What does my kind, even mean?

There are so many ways that can be translated, with me being a short, Autistic, transvestite, minority race. Which of the not-normal things I am is it that pisses you off most?

I'm a Scottish Gypsy/Kickapoo Native American, who writes Weird Erotic Horror, Bizarro Erotica, Monster Porn, Tranny Erotica, Yaoi, Sword and Sorcery Epic Fantasy Erotica, and Gay Erotica. Those are all real Erotica categories found on Amazon with lots of authors writing them. Don't know which one they consider fake or not real Erotica, or what they were referring to when they said my "kind", but, needless to say I turned off the PMs.

They did however keep referencing back to "your post" about this. "Your post" about that. The "this" and "that" being reference to child sex, pedophiles, sex slavery, child porn, and other things of that nature. My post? I have 1,371 posts on KB, which post are you talking about? And what the hell? I never wrote anything about child porn or pedophile erotica. What are you talking about? This is just crazy. You people are freaking crazy!

In late October, nearly a dozen members suddenly had most of their posts deleted and edited and the mods claimed they had not done it. L.G. (an author whom had previously been my friend and we had even worked together on the KBoards Anthology book) started a thread, which on one hand accused me of being a pedpophile and writing what she called “pedophile erotica” and on the other hand accused mod B.Q. deleting “200 of my posts for no reason, while leaving EelKat’s pediphile posts untouched.”

She ranted on for 7,000 words of how B.Q. was playing favorites by “picking on” her and not deleting my posts in spite of “having been reporting all of EelKat’s posts every day” because ‘we got to get that pedophile off KB”. 

I saw that post by L.G. and wondered: WHAT is she talking about?

Pedophile posts?

WHAT pedophile posts?

WHAT pedophile Erotica?

What the hell?

Her accusations completely took me by surprise. How in the heck could anybody attribute anything I had written, in either my books or on my forum posts, as having any connection to pedophiles?

Well, I had seen the other members on the other threads screaming their rants about pedophiles, but in their posts, they were just generalizing with statements like: “all Gypsies are pedophiles, why do you think they steal babies?”

The other members were basing their pedophile accusations on Gypsy stereotypes and generalizing that because I was a Gypsy I therefore must be all these other things, blah, blah, blah, (list of things Gypsies “do”) with pedophiles being on the list.

But L.G.’s thread was not making sweeping generalizations about Gypsies. Her opening post on the thread, called me out by name and boldly accused me of posting things, I knew for a fact that I had never posted. Why was she saying I had posted these things, when I hadn’t?

Keep in mind, these people who did this, they had previously lied and said they were my friends. I hate liars and backstabbers.

Mod B.Q. posted on the thread to say that, yes TWO of L.G.s posts had been deleted, both for harassing another member and being against forum decorum and yes a few of her posts on various threads had been edited by the mods, to remove “personal attacks on other members” in order to “comply with forum decorum”.

B.Q. then stated, that the other “200 posts” which L.G. was saying had been edited and/or deleted “without mod notes at the bottom” had not been edited or deleted by a mod.

The thread then exploded into a huge battle of several members suddenly saying they had also had posts edited and or deleted without proper mod notification. B.Q. locked the thread stating that she would review the situation with the other mods. 

Last post I read on KBoards stated that mods B.Q., A.A., and H.V. were looking into the situation an hoped to have it settled shortly. They are good mods, I've seen dozens of "attacks" like this happen to other members over the years, and the mods are always quick to get things under control. I don't doubt that they did look into it and did get the offenders back in line. But I didn't care to stick around to find out. 

What happened after that on KBoards, I don’t know. That was the last thread I read. That was October 27, 2014. Puzzled by L.G’s wild accusations that I was posting pediphile stuff on the forum, and puzzled as to why so many authors were claiming the mods were attacking them and why so many authors were claiming their posts were being edited without their permission and why so many authors were claiming that many of their posts were being deleted; while at the same time the mods were responding to these complaints and saying “We didn’t do t. If someone edited your posts it wasn’t us mods.”

This was the first time I was alerted to the fact that my posts on KB had been edited and changed.  Curious to find out how any of my posts could have been misconstrued by L.G. as “promoting pedophilla” I went to my KB account profile and scrolled down through the list of my old posts to try to find what post she could be talking about and re-read it to see how she could possibly have mistranslated it as promoting pedophilila. What I found was shocking. 

It was very confusing for me, why did I have all these people contacting me? And contacting me with such rage and hate? There wasn't a kind word in any of them and they were getting angrier with each private message. I couldn't understand it at all. And the stuff some of them were saying it was becoming down right terrifying. Dozens of them had gone from people who were supposedly my friends to bitter angry people who were coming right out and saying they wanted me dead. And I didn't know why.

There was no reason for it. For 30 years I've had a reputation for mediating peace and joy and kindness on online forums. I had a reputation for always being the person no one was ever mad at, because I went out of my way to never do anything that got people, mad, and here these people were worked up into a herd mentality mod of self-righteous anger. 

How does someone like me, who never done anything but post love and kindness and try to help people, fall under this kind of attack, that was happening here?

I'e never said a mean or unkind thing to or about anyone. Not once in my 30 years of being online. I'm famous across 300 forums for that. EVERYONE knows for that. That is my reputation.

And yet these people were of the opinion I was attacking them, out to get them, they said. 

90% of my posts on forums look like this:

How is that an attack?

How is that out to get someone?

I had no clue what these people were talking about. But I also didn't know my account had been highjacked and someone was changing all of my posts.  I didn't go back and read my old posts. I knew what wrote. Why did I need to go back and read it? So I know idea someone had changed them.

It became obvious, as the PMs continued to slaughter my inbox with ever more hysterical insanity, that somewhere on one of my posts on KB, I had said something to really piss these people off, but what it was I had no clue, because nothing these people were accusing me of made any sense at all. They did not appear to be referencing anything I had said anywhere ever, KB or otherwise..

The PMs they wasn't why I deleted my posts, but that was how I found out that someone on KB was SERIOUSLY editing a lot of my posts. Nearly every one of them in fact. I keep copies of everything. Every post I post on KB, is cross posted to a private section of my website, which is cross posted to both my WP blog and my Blogger blog, and kept on my computer, and kept on my spare hard drive, so I have copies of everything I write saved in multiple locations so I never lose it in case of server crashes or computer crashes. I've lost manuscripts in the past to server crashes and computer viruses, so now I don't take chances. EVERYTHING I write, even if it's just a one line "Hey, how you doing?" comment, is saved. 

ALL OF THEM.

I have an entire yWriter5 File that is nothing but every single post I've ever written on KB. 

Well, after getting all these messages telling me I wasn't welcomed by the other Erotica authors, who while they were telling me not to join DD, they were also saying they didn't want me on KB either, I started going back over my posts on KB, to see if I could figure out what I could possibly have said that had inspired such vehement outrage in my message box. And oh my god! What I found!

I was shocked to see the hack and slash job that had been done on my posts...at first I thought it was the moderators of the forum editing my posts, but there was no notation stating that the mods had edited my posts. If the mods edit your posts, they always leave a note at the bottom to say what was edited and why. There were no mod notes, but my posts were edited...boy were they ever edited.

For starters EVERY post had had the copyright notice and reprint permission disclaimer completely removed. There was nothing left to indicate that these posts were NOT comments, but rather reprints of articles, already published, that I posted in response to a question, asked by the thread's OP.

Some posts had huge sections missing, others were COMPLETELY reworded and changed, and no longer had the same meaning as what I had originally said! And worse, completely new passages, not things I had written at all, were added in. I was horrified by what I was finding.

Oh, yeah, I could see why people were mad. I would have been too. It was bad. And a lot of it was stuff, that was promoting child porn, with lots of snarky "I can get away with it because I'm a Gypsy and have a million dollars, La la la la la!" (That's an actual quote.) It was really, really bad, the things that were being said in my posts, but the thing of it was: it wasn't me! I didn't write those words! Someone had removed my words, respun them, added lots of inconsistent, inaccurate, bitchy snark and crass, and then reposted it. (The same sort of wild bitchy snark and crass, even the same style and voice as J.DP/EA - it appeared to be the same person who wrote her posts, that was re-writing my posts.)

AND every one of the posts had a note at the bottom, stating they had been edited by me!!!! But I had never edited any of them at all!

OMG! Someone had hacked into my account and was completely rewriting all of my posts! I don't know who did it, but it was pretty obvious why. This person HATED Gypsies and had found a Gypsy and they were gonna do everything they could do to use my account to make Gypsies look bad. I was utterly disgusted that someone would do this to another human being. How does a person get to hate a race like this?

In my 7 years on KB I had never once gone back to my old posts to read, change, or edit a thing. This was my first time re-reading my old posts. The first thing I noticed was that every one of them had a notice at the bottom stating “This post was last edited by EelKat on {DATE} at {TIME}” Every single post. I was looking at that note on the bottoms of all my posts and thinking: “What? I didn’t edit that post. I didn’t edit any of my posts. The only times I ever edited a post, I type a note at the opening line that reads “ETA: Editing because my spelling sucks.” Out of my thousands of posts, that note was only on less then 10 of them. Those were the only posts I had ever edited and they were edited to fix spelling errors. But here I was looking at my posts and they had ALL been edited, and not by me, even though there was a note at the bottom saying I had edited them!

Good god! Who edited my posts? And why? 

I started reading to see what had been edited, and oh my fricking bejesusms! Yeah, there they were, all those posts L.G. was talking about. Posts promoting pediphilia! Lots of them. And not just that, but really weird shit too. Things saying I was making millions of dollars on my books and weird stuff about my cars and my family and my hobbies...and oh my god...the stuff about the mansions! Yie! Jesum Crow, what the fricking hell? 

Since when do I live in a mansion? I’ve been homeless and living on the streets under a 8x6 tarp since the bomb took out my house in 2006 and EVERYONE knows this. There are hundreds of interviews with me, news reports, 2 books that I was featured in, I go to lectures and events, etc, because of this. I happen to be willingly homeless. I didn’t start out that way, but it turns out I like camping out full time so I stuck with it even after I didn’t have to anymore. It’s no secret my alternative lifestyle, heck there pictures of my and my tarp-tent all over the freaking internet. It’s so famous that I get hundreds of tourists coming here to Maine every year JUST to come see me in my tarp tent in person. One guy drove all the way from Alaska to see it. A women came all the way from Japan to see it. 

Whoever edited my posts, knew enough stuff about me to pull off sounding like me, but they clearly never did a Google search on me, because if they had, first thing that would have come up was information on my 8 years living under a tarp through 5 hurricanes, dozens of blizzards, and 8 month long winters with sub-zero temperatures. I do not live in a mansion, I never have, and never would, so any body that actually knew me, would have known immediately that I had not written these posts, just by that fact alone.

At some point in mid-August someone hacked into my account and began editing my posts, turning them into arrogant gibberish that bragged about utter nonsense.

Some of the claims they wrote via my account bragged of being a millionaire. One said I owned three mansions. Another said I paid $75,000 for a single book, while another said I had paid $600,000 for a car.

The hacker also changed numbers in the sales figure, book ranks, and income, deliberately making everything a miss-match contradictory mess, that came of reading as gibberish. 

The worst of the hackers changes was to then change the actual text of the articles themselves, inserting wild claims, making excessively arrogant and boastful remarks, riddling the articles with snide racist putdowns, using vile words that are not part of my vocabulary, and attributing lewd "incest and pedophile erotica" books to me, which I would never write.

I do not know how long the hacker was altering my posts on the KB forum. I only found out about it, when, a new forum, Dirty Discourses, was created for the Erotica authors of KB (many of whom were claiming to have fallen under heavy attack from non-Erotica author members. I can not verify if these attacks happened or not, but they probably did, seeing the way my account was attacked, I don't doubt if they say they were attacked to, they probably were.) And inspired by their posts L.G. wet off on a rant on her thread calling me out by name and accusing me of writing stuff I'd never written.

I was unaware of DDF until THEY CONTACTED ME in my inbox, but their messages were indicating that they assumed I knew who they were and indicated they thought I not only knew of their forum but that I planned to (in their words) "invade it".

This whole thing was just so baffling for me, because these people acted like I knew who they were and what they were talking about, until they contacted me I had never heard of them of their forum.

I can only assume that whoever hacked my account, must have also been contacting these people, while claiming to be me, and these people were replying to the impersonator's messages, but doing so by contacting me directly. Thus the impersonator did not get the replies, I did, thus I found out of the impersonators existence.

So, there is somebody out there, pretending to be me and contacting these people getting them mad, and they in turn contact me, thinking it was me who had initiated contact with them. But it wasn't me. I didn't know who these people were or what they were talking about.

Just before this all happened there was another major forum attack. This on V.R. and Vm.B. It started in July and went out of control in August, much the same way and they were attacked by some of the same members who lashed out on my in October and November. 

In August, three Erotic Romance KB members, did fall under heavy attack, but not by KB members. Their Amazon accounts fell under heavy fire from 1* reviews - 30 or more posted every hour on the hour for several days, all on KDP Select ebooks, all with non-verified purchases. a week later every book attacked, was copied word for word and republished by a plagiarist. Throughout August a legal battle between Amazon, the authors, and the thief raged on, much of the information being posted to, the now infamous "Serialized Romance Thread" of KB. 

The Serialized Romance Thread, for those not familiar with it, was started by V.R. one of the authors who fell under attack. It was a mega sized thread, started in February 2014, on which she posted some 30,000 words of step-by-step detailed information on how to write, edit, format, create covers, publish, and market and successful Paranormal Erotic Romance Serial. She then invited other authors to add their how-to articles to the thread. Many of my articles posted to KB, were posted to this thread.

The Serialized Romance Thread and the posting of mega long, mega detail, step-by-step how to articles on this thread, was the ONE AND ONLY thing each of the authors who fell under attack, had in common. When it was realized this thread on KB was the only connection between the authors who'd been attacked, they all (myself and more then a dozen others) promptly removed their posts from the thread. In a matter of hours, the thread went from a whopping 70+ forum pages long to it's current 32 pages long. All but two of the authors who came under fire during what is now referred to as "Serialized Romance Thread Attacks" left KB in a mass exodus. I was one of the two who remained, VmB was the other.

In order to protect ourselves, both me and the other author, stripped our forum signatures of any links back to our books for sale on Amazon, and we both took to lurking more often then posting. Once bitten, twice shy.

I was not aware, how deep the attacks had run. I only removed my posts off that one thread, and I did not go back and read them before deleting them. I was unaware, of how vastly our how-to article posts had been altered from how we had originally posted them. I would not become aware of this piece of the puzzle until a few days ago (first week of November 2014).

More issues began cropping up in mid-September, when I began to receive several very nasty private messages from various KB members. Their messages were baffling and confusing, as they suggested they were in response to my forum posts, and yet, the things they were suggesting I said, where not what I had said at all. I brushed the first few off, thinking they must have mistakenly messaged the wrong member, as I knew I had never said any of the things they were saying I had said. So I thought nothing of these messages assuming they were meant for someone else.

Around this same time, another forum, EAF (The Erotica Author Forum) which I had never heard of before, and I therefore was not a member, had server issues and went offline. One of it's members was also a member of KB and started a thread on KB asking if anyone knew what had happened to EAF. In the few days to follow more then 50 new members joined KB, all of them landing on the EAF thread, saying they would hang out there until EAF went back online.

I never posted on the EAF thread, but I read it as it grew by many pages every day. It wasn't clear what happened to EAF, but after a couple of weeks, some of the members decided to form a new forum, called Dirty Discourses. their reason? It wasn't because EAF was offline, it was because it their words, they were sick and tired of being "attacked" by KB members. They claimed that every time they posted, the KB members were respond with snarky comments. Thing was, there were no "regular" KB members posting on this thread and the EAF members were not posting anywhere else on KB but this thread. Their accusations were wild and baffling, growing more hysterical by the hour, as no KB members were responding to them at all.

The first week of October, another thread was started. The 7 Day Erotica Challenge Thread. It was started by a regular KB member who writes Erotica and was a friend of mine. Me and her and a few others chatted about what we were writing for the challenge and posted updates of sales as we published each challenge book. 

As I said, I don't go back and read my old posts. I knew what it was I had written and had no reason to think my posts said anything other then what I had originally said.

In mid-October, both the Challenge Thread and the EAF Thread, was suddenly bombarded with psychotic ranting posts by one of the Erotica authors, who began citing riots against what she called "The FAKE Erotica Authors" (she capitalized the words) and began posting wild hysterical accusations against several of the KB members (myself being her primary target for most of her rants, I knew this as she called me out by name in her posts). The new forum, Dirty Discourses, went live around this time, and upon joining, she upper her rage on KB, loudly boasting of how "ONLY REAL Erotica Authors" were allowed on DDfSeveral of us KB members thought either she had flipped her lid or she was a troll. Either way, we ignored her posts and continued chatting about our progress.

But she just kept on posting and started posting one crybaby rant after another on the EAF Thread, bragging that "only REAL erotica authors" were on DD's forum and how glad she was "FAKE authors" were not irritating her with their "annoying advice" and "boastful sales figures". 

Next thing I know, I'm getting called out on the forum blasted and told,I better not dare join the DD forum. I was like...what the...? What? Well, I've never been a member of EAF or it's new replacement DDF. Never heard of EAF til it went offline and DDF costs $10 to join. No secret I don't like paying money for stuff, anything, at all, ever. I buy print books because I refuse to pay money for an ebook I can't hold....and I buy print books used for .25c. I have an outhouse because I won't pay to have sewer hooked up. I won't even pay for book promo ads, to market my own books that I write, so why anyone thought I'd pay to join a forum which I had no way to even preview, I don't know. 

Did I mention I'm Scottish and I really don't like spending money, and won't unless absolutely necessary? Heck, most years my income doesn't even top $2k and I can live off that. Most years I make less in a year then most people make in a week. . You really think I'd waste $10 on joining a forum? Honey, that's a whole months worth of food for me. Homeless, since 2006. Grease fryer bomb. J.B., buddy of J.T. and D.K. blew up my house, remember?

Like I said, I save everything I write no matter how small or insignificant, so as I started going back, I opened KB on one browser window and my website copies of the original posts on another window so I could read them side by side, and the changes were flabbergasting at best, ludicro