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!

The Adventures of
Quaraun The Insane

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ANSWER TO THE #1
MOST ASKED QUESTION ABOUT
THE QUARAUN SERIES:


Is it Erotica?

Short answer:

NO!

Yes, some volumes (only a few) contain what could be described as "erotic scenes", but the majority of the books in this series contain absolutely no sex scenes at all.










What Genre Is It?

If I had to sum up the entire Quaraun series in one GIF... it's this one. The cat in this GIF is so Quaraun:

QUESTION: Is this series Erotica?

LONG ANSWER: 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. 

Friends Are Forever - Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series (35th anniversary edition cover)

The series is violent as he is constantly bullied, teased, and beaten up by pretty much everyone. Quaraun is eventually going to snap, become a serial killer and start torturing his bullies in grizzly Necromantic rituals.

No. Not Erotica. this is not a transvestite wielding a sex ready dick under his skirts, no, this is a transvestite wielding a machete and a pair of demon possesed jeweled daggers under his skirts. And he's had it with being bullied. Heads roll in this series. And a dancing purple Unicorn, skewers them like shish kebab on his silver horn.

As Quaraun's son, Roderic's father, Melaca often says: "I like my women like my coffee, ground up and in the freezer."

I did mention this was a spin-off of the Twighlight Manor series right? This series is going to take the exact same wrong turn down Gorn filled Splatter Punk Slasher feast that the TMseries did. The TMseries is not rated M for sex, Honey, there ain't no sex in the series, it's rated M for blood, guts, violence, rancid yak butter, and the traveling shovel of death.

Let's take a time warp back to MySpace. Turn this video on, then scroll down and blow your mind. The Twighlight Manor's MySpace page used to get huge traffic from people who'd just play the music, scroll down and then stare at the screen. Oh, yeah, you know you still want to, so here it is:

Who remembers the Twighlight Manor series' MySpace page? :P

Oh, damn, I said time warp while talking about transvestites, you know what that means...time to do the time warp! And, yeah, let's give you that tunnel of love to time warp with again...

Never forget that in it's earliest days, The Twighlight Manor series started out as a fanfiction crossover of The Rocky Horror Picture show and Disney's The Cat From Outer Space.

Yeah, there it is. I LOVE Tim Curry. <3

I did mention I grew up in the 1970s and loved it, right?

The Crystal Plague (The Twighlight Manor series - limited run special planet cover edition)

Okay...are you starting to see why it is I'm confused as to why I'm getting so many questions asking me if the quaraun series is erotica? It's a freaking prequel to the Twighlight Manor series. It's essentially the same story, just now I'm writing the story of characters, who were long dead before the story started. It's a whole different generation of the same family.

Up til now, the Twighlight Manor series has followed the lives of the characters who living in the Manor from 1600s to 2525. The Quaraun series is the same family, but BEFORE the Twighlight Manor is built. Most of the Quaraun series takes place in the 1300s to 1400s, just before the erection of the Manor in the 1500s.

The Twighlight Manor series is bizarre, bloody, Dark Horror/Sci-Fi. The Quaraun series is a slightly lighter, not quiet as gorey and more Fantasy than Sci-Fi version of the same genre: Absurdist Fiction aka Bizarro. And this is not news, I've been writing the Twighlight Manor series since 1978, and it currently has 237 volumes in the entire serial set.

And you are asking me if this is Erotica?

Like the Twighlight Manor series, The Quaraun series is 1970s Faeries and Unicorns and Elves - with sharp weapons and megalomaniac glee over dancing like Oompa-Loompas in your blood while wearing your entrails on their heads. I am considered the Queen of [Bizarre] Gorn for a reason you know. 

The Eel Kat at The Twighligh Manor (Twighlight Manor series - Ptarmagin Kats of Space Dock 13 edition cover)

The tag line of the Twighlight Manor series is:

"Welcome to the Twighlight Manor, pray they don't ask you to stay for dinner."

The only real difference between the Quaraun series and the Twighlight Manor series, is the TMseries is a set of Star Logs written by a group of cats from outer space, sending back reports of the alien Fae who have invaded planet Earth, told from the 4th person broken wall point of view of The Eel Kat, while the Quaraun series is told 3rd person limited from Quaraun's point of view.

Quaraun, is, after all, Roderic Swanzen's grandfather, Etiole Swanzen's great grandfather, and that can only mean one thing: he's the serial killing king that built the flesh-eating sentient house the series is named for.

Oh yeah, NEWSFLASH: Unicorn is Blackbird's grandfather. You remember Blackbird: White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane's third most dangerous inmate, after the Lansquin and the Red Dragon. You only have to jump ahead two generations to get from Quaraun and Unicorn, to their grandchildren and the chainsaw mass murder, cannibal yum-feast of the TMseries.

Slave Ship (The Twighlight Manor series - Ptarmagin Kats of Space Dock 13 edition cover)

You got to remember, when The Twighlight Manor series first came out, I had to self-publish it because NO PUBLISHER WOULD TOUCH IT. Everywhere I went, editors told me it was too violent, too gory, too bloody, too graphic, too stomach churning, the murder scenes described in too much detail.

Then after I had local print shops print it up, I couldn't find stores willing to carry it, because shop owners were saying  it was too violent, too gory, too bloody, too graphic, too stomach churning, the murder scenes described in too much detail.

People were not complaining about sex and calling it Erotica, because there was no sex and it was not Erotica. They were complaining about the graphic nature of the violence, blood, guts, and gore.

This series is now traditionally printed in small runs and sold out of the trunk of my car from the parking lots of various LDS/Mormon churches. Which is why most of my readers are LDS/Mormons, and I think why the addition of sex scenes to the Quaraun series has gotten so many readers in a tizzy. Blood, guts. gore, that's fines, Mormons are a-okay with that, but sex, oh nooo, no sex is eeeeevil. And even one minor mention of fade into black sex, is enough in their minds to make this Erotica. Yeah. I don't get it either, but that's what they are telling me.

Behind Closed Doors (The Twighlight Manor Series)

I know the covers of the Twighlight Manor series always confuse people because they are pink and kittens and cute and cuddly, but, that's kind of the point. Absurdist Fiction is absurd, Bizarro is Bizarre. Roderic wears pink. Pink is Roderic's favorite colour, and more then half the characters in the series, are talking alien cats, who are trying to tell the Humans, "Hey you got aliens living in that house, they are going to eat you," and the Humans are not listening, because, well, who listens to anything a cat says.

The Quaraun series, will have the cats in it, but not as frequently, and it will get bloody, but not as bloody as the Twighlight Manor series, and the Quaraun series, does step away from the tradition of no on page sex. A FEW of the 130+ volumes contain sex scenes, because the series follows the everyday events of Quaraun's life and over the course of his life he does have sex as people are prone to do.

The thing was, there was sex in some of the later Twighlight Manor books, the ones written after the 1993 book burning boycott church leaders staged. The only reason they didn't know that is because a majority of Mormons, when told by a church leader what to wear, what not to where, who to marry, who not to marry, what to read, what not to read, they obey without question, because they had no free will of their own. I'm a 5th generation Mormon, with a family of 368 brown-nosing yes-men, *I mean people* and I got rather disgusted growing up watching them, having absolutely one one shred of freedom.

Into The Mushroom Forest (The Twighlight Manor series- limited run special planet cover edition)

Here's a quick aside: did you know that Mormons are not allowed to masterbate or participate in oral sex or anal sex? The church has actual ordinances against these things and anyone who openly admits to doing these things is excommunicated. Yes, I personally know 5 people who were excommunicated on those grounds. No, we are not talking about sex outside of marriage, we are talking about consenting husbands and wives who were excommunicated, for engaging in the "wrong type of sexual activity". Did I mention it completely disgusts me the kind of control church leaders have over Mormons. And if you want to know why I stay in the Mormon church, that's a topic for another page, but I'll get right on writing that for you, so watch for it to show up soon.

Well, that there is an example of WHY I write the things I do write into the Twighlight Manor series and now also the Quaraun series: Because there are 16 local Bishops screaming and yelling and pulling their hair out going absolutely mad trying to stop me from writing these books and the more they bitch and complain and tell me what NOT to put in them, the more those are EXACTLY the things I add to them.

Lately one of the local bishops has been on my case about bi-sexuals. I'm not sure why, but hey, since he suggested I not write about it...most of the Quaraun 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.

Remove the violence and gore, 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.)

The Eel Kat and The Diontite Kats of Planet Ptarmagin - Volume 3 of The Twighlight Manor series (35th anniversary edition cover)

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.

Are you not familiar with Austin Powers? Here's the intro for it:

In the Quaraun series, Unicorn act EXACTLY like what you just saw Austin Powers acting like in that video. ^ Except while he's dancing around naked and making sex jokes, he's also gutting some Human that had the misfortune of getting to close to his gingerbread house.

If you are the type of person who classifies that PG-13 YA movie for teens to be Erotica, then, yes, you are going to think The Quaraun series is Erotica. But the rest of the world is going to laugh at you for not knowing what Erotica is, because that's not Erotica. 

No. This series is NOT Erotica and if you buy it thinking you are buying Erotica, you will be VERY disappointed. Sorry. I don't know how this rumour got started or who it is that's been running around calling it Erotica, causing so many people to contact me and ask me if it's Erotica, but, no. Not Erotica.

Does the series even LOOK like Erotica to you? I mean seriously, just look at the covers. Do they LOOK like Erotica covers?  Have you ever seen an Erotica cover? Erotica books are full of naked people on the covers. Do you see any naked people on these covers? *jeese*

HOW ARE SO MANY PEOPLE CONTACTING ME AND ASKING: "Is this Erotica? I heard it was Erotica?" You HEARD the Quaraun series was Erotica? I'm sorry, but where? Who is saying that? And WHY?

I do not have it listed as Erotica. I have never called it Erotica.  I think I would like to know who in the heck is running around telling people this is Erotica? And why? Clearly, somebody, somewhere, has said something about these books and called them Erotica, because I can not fathom any other reason, why I am being bombarded with questions asking me if this is an Erotica series.

NO!

NOT EROTICA!

Okay?

No. It's not Erotica. It's Bizarro about a gay Elf and his unicorn. The purple unicorn, whose name is BoomFuzzy, lives in a gingerbread house, in The Forest of No Return.


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It's a gay Elf being chased around the planet by a horny unicorn (pun intended). They periodically jump through portals and come out on other planets or in different time periods, and they FLY across the sky in a pirate ship. (Keeping in mind these are the novelized rewrites of D&D Spelljammer game sessions. I've been playing D&D since the 1980s and have keep records of every single game session and I'm using those to write these with.)


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The unicorn, who is a shape-shifter, sometimes turns himself into a pink flamingo at tea parties and runs off with rainbow colored Grateful Dead style dancing teddy bears wearing sequined g-strings.


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The unicorn gets the Elf addicted to mushrooms and frogs because he wants sex, and the Elf becomes the unicorn's willing sex slave because he wants drugs. And they see all sorts of weird things and meet all sorts of weird characters, like a Leprechaun who lives in a mushroom and a giant poisonous green jelly cube that tries to eat them. And you the reader has no clue what is really happening to them and what is just drug induced ... in fact ... it's not even clear if the Elf is really travelling with a unicorn at all, or if he's just travelling by himself the whole time, because like the Snuffleupagus, not everybody sees the unicorn. But, hey, this is a world where Jello Jigglers come alive and eat people, so yeah...


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Think of it as Alice in Wonderland if Alice was a transvestite Elf wearing pink ball gowns at Woodstock, tossed into Dungeons and Dragons, and everything is pink, and clouds are made of cotton candy and lollipops grow on trees and the unicorn, which may or may not be a figment of the Elf's warped imagination, eats the white rabbit... 

I did mention that Quaraun is insane, right? 

He's an Autistic Elf, pushed beyond his limits by bullies, drugged out of his mind by a unicorn and becomes a serial killer and then builds a giant house that is alive and eats people, and in a very Little Shop of Horrors fashion, he starts feeding people to his house. Twighlight Manor spin off, remember? House that eats people, built by a psychotic serial killer? This is the prequel to tell how the house got built and who built it and why.

And for some reason while I'm writing it, I have The Great Space Coaster zipping through my head.

Please, tell me somebody reading this actually knows what that means.

You know what, I'm not gonna be able to get that out of my head now that I've said it. I'm going to head over to YouTube see if there is somebody out there who's crazy enough to have posted that. Back in a sec...

...OMG! I found it! There's actually somebody who put this on YouTube! Okay, here you go...Quaraun is like an adult version of this...if you could imagine this as porn staring a gay Elf and a unicorn:

Wow...I loved that show. Never missed it. 

What other weird shows did I use to watch that I can compare Quaraun too?

Ooooh! Oh! This has nothing to do with Quaraun, but I just remembered, I used to have a 78 player and they was a song and I used to play it, over and over and over again...and the reason was I couldn't find things funny, you know, because I had Autism. And I wanted to teach myself how to laugh. And after Great Space Coaster ended, I'd put this reacord on and play it all day long, to teach myself how to laugh. And I know it's it's on youTube, because I play it on YouTube...this, will kind of show you how weird my childhood was...

Sometimes I'd get bored with that song and play this one for a few days instead:

And I used to watch (still do) Sesame Street JUST so I could hear this, my all time favorite 1970s cartoon song:

I know I'm going soooo off topic here, but writing the Quaraun series is basically me having myself a nice little midlife crisis, and writing stuff based of weird stuff I used to watch on TV as a kid.

Okay, I'm gonna torture you now. THIS is my favorite YouTube video, I play it EVERY morning, first thing, when I get up, EVERY DAY...Oh yes...here, he is. The man himself! My hero! My idol! My role model. My favorite Autistic person. The inspiration for everything I do and everything I wear: Liberace!

Oh, look at him go! I love that video. If you're one of my long time readers, or anybody who ever followed me on Squidoo, you knoooow I ain't gonna stop now. Let's go find us some more of those sequins, eh? 

I know...let's see if we can find the hot pants...

Oh, you'll love this.

So, you don't have to ask: "So, what do Quaraun's cloths actually look like?"... I'm gonna show you, what the pink peacock of an Elf actually dresses...oh, yeah...it's on YouTube... okay watch this whole thing BUT... pay particular attention to the pink peacock costume at 6:45 THAT is the way Quaraun dresses. :D

You gotta keep in mind here, that there are VERY few Autistic people who have ever been able to sidestep their disability and just run with their talent, in spite of the naysayers. If you know the story of Liberace's life, he went through hell to get to where he got.

People HATED him. And the more they hated him, the more he kept on doing what he did best: piano and glitter. He couldn't do much and he had a really hard time talking and he was never able to drive a car (even though he owned 64 of them) and he had a million and one phobias, but he didn't let any of those things stop him from being who he was.

A lot of people today, who didn't grow up with The Liberace show, don't realize that he was a comedian, so here, watch these...the episode with the police officer stopping him for playing too fast is one of my fave episodes. (it starts at 2:49 on the top video of these 2 videos):




I practically worship that man. Hell, I own The Church of the Holy Rhinestone (yes, it's a real church) and petitioned him into sainthood (he's the patron saint of mothers, fashion, and autistic children).

Quaraun's wardrobe, was designed after Liberace's. Every inch of Quaraun is covered in embroidery and glitter and sequins and beads and jewels. And all in pink and sometimes with feathers.

So take everything Liberace wore, turn it pink, make it into a dress, and that Quaraun.

But do keep in mind the style of Quaraun's dresses are very Persian. In spite of the bright pink and glitter, Quaraun is still a Gypsy and wears VERY traditional styled Gypsy outfits. Quaraun is a Gypsy and wears the same style traditional cloths as is worn by the Scottish Gypsies (or are actually Persian in spite of the name) and our traditional style clothing looks like THIS:

So Quaraun dresses like that, on in pink Liberace` style glitter.

Did you know that Liberace was the first man to wear pink on TV? Want to see it? It's on this video at 1:39 (and it's displayed on the preview.) This is the shade, when it says Quaraun is wearing "bubblegum pink sequins", it's this color:

I miss the '70s.

The Quaraun series is like me jumping through a portal back to mu childhood, grabbing all my favorite things from the '70s and bringing them all back and stuffing them into Quaraun's life for no reason at all.

It's not Erotica. It's 70s freak show. Some volumes have erotic scenes in it, but the series as a whole is not Erotica.

It is written in a quasi-play script format and is almost entirely dialogue with little to no descriptions in most of the story.

There is minimal action, many stories having no action at all. This is not a fast paced, heart pounding series.

This is NOT a plot driven series and as such moves forward very slowly.

It is a VERY character driven series and has a lot of monologuing going on. 

Have you ever read Ernest Hemingway's "Hill's Like White Elephants"? If not, read it.  The entire story is two characters sitting in a bar talking over drinks. The Quaraun series is written using that same format. About 90% of the series is Quaraun and another character sitting and talking in a tavern. 

Have you ever seen Vincent Price's movie "House of Usher"? If not, go watch that movie. MOST people find that movie to be dull, dry, slow moving, and very boring. It's not a popular movie. It is considered a very "literary" movie, and mostly features Roderic and Phillip sitting in a room talking to each other.  Every once in a while they change rooms and then talk some more. Nothing ever happens in this movie. NOTHING.

It's like one of those really artsy foreign language subtitled films only art students watch. Art students LOVE those movies and the rest of the world goes, HUH?

Here's a summary of the movie:

Philip visits Roderic and his sister.

Roderic talks.

Phillip talks.

Roderic becomes depressed and talks about death and suicide.

Phillip tells Roderic he's crazy.

They change rooms.

Roderic talks about how his house wants to eat him.

Phillip tells Roderic he's crazy.

They change rooms.

Roderic talks about how his house wants to eat him because generations of his family are serial killers.

Phillip tells Roderic he's crazy.

They change rooms.

Roderic talks about how his house wants to eat him and therefore he must kill himself and his sister.

Phillip tells Roderic he's crazy.

They change rooms.

Roderic murders his sister.

Phillip tells Roderic he's crazy.

They change rooms.

Sister's undead corpse murders Roderic.

Philp runs out of the house and says Roderic was crazy.

The End.

But why talk about it when we can watch it? Okay...I got my Liberace fix for the day, let's get that Vincent Price as Roderic obsession out of my system next:

(And yes, that is my #1 favorite movie of all time and my Roderic and his Twighlight Manor is out right fanfiction of Vincent Price's version of Edgar Allan Poe's Roderic and the House of Usher.)

If you find Vincent Price's movie "House of Usher" to be dull, dry, slow moving, and very boring, and you think those really artsy foreign language subtitled films only art students watch are not for you, then you probably will find the Quaraun series to be dull, dry, slow moving, and very boring as well.

If you are the type of person who LOVE's Vincent Price's movie "House of Usher" and enjoy going to see those really artsy foreign language subtitled films only art students watch, then you'll probably love the Quaraun series.

And because there is no such thing as too much Vincent Price:

Isn't he wonderful?

Now where was I?

Oh, yes, my books and what genre is it... I get side tracked so easily.

Well, I suppose the issue here is the fact that unlike my previous books, the Quaraun series does have sex scenes in them and that is tripping people up somehow, because I guess they just didn't expect it?

Well, the Quaraun series is NOT for kids, and while I personally know a lot of parents who would have no issue with their teenagers reading books like these, I also personally know a lot of parents who wouldn't let their children near a series like this.

So, I would definatly recomend, that if you are under the age of 18, then yeah, you probably want to get your parent's permission before reading these books, because they DO contain graphic sex scenes and they do contain drug use and there is a lot of swearing and also violence, and there is a heavy theme of suicide, with multiple characters committing suicide throughout the series, plus there is a HUGE theme of transvestites and Autistics being bullied, teased, beaten up, and pushed around, along with a theme of the said transvestite/Autistic reacting very violently towards his attackers and both killing and eating them.

And likewise, if you are over 18 and you are squeamish about, bothered by, or have issues with any of the topics I just listed, well, yeah, tread lightly, because these books could easily upset you if any of those things bother you.

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I know my writing style is very different from more mainstream books and I'm not trying to be mainstream, so I expect people to not like it. Thing you have to remember is, I have Autism: I am not attracted to fast paced books or fast paced movies. I like books and movies that meander along slowly in a relaxed, not in any hurry to get to the end manner.  But there are not many books out there like that, which is why I write my own books the way I do.

I'm not writing to cater to any particular type of reader. I'm simply writing the book I want to read. That's it. Nothing more. 

Like I said, this series is NOT a good fit for the overall general public.  Most people are probably not going to like it. But that's okay. There are folks who like it and, I absolutely love it. I just have so much fun writing this thing, and for me that's the best part. There isn't much in life that I really enjoy, but writing this series is one of the things I really enjoy doing.

Now some volumes of the series are erotic, I suppose. There are graphic sex scenes in the series, and if you took those scenes on their own without the rest of the book, well those scenes could be described as Erotica.

Not every story in the series has sex in it though, in fact a lot of them don't. The Night of the Screaming Unicorn is probably one of the more graphic volumes, and so is The Jiggler and the G-String Teddy Bears and The FarDarrig of Secrets,  but most volumes are going to be more or less having very little sex if any at all. So, while there is crude porn style language in pretty much every volume, actually on page sex scenes are only happening once in a while in only a few volumes.


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The series does however classify as Yaoi, which is sometimes considered a sub-genre of Erotica, HOWEVER Yaoi often doesn't have sex scenes in it, because Yaoi isn't necessarily about sex.

Yaoi has far more in common with Romance then Erotica. Yaoi translated into English is "Boy Love". It means the main couple of the story is a gay couple. that's all the word Yaoi ACTUALLY means. Yaoi can be Erotica and it can be Romance or it can be neither, because Yaoi can also be Horror or Science Fiction or, as in the case of the Quaraun series: Literary Bizarro set in a D&D style Fantasy world.

I suppose we need to look at What is Erotica?

My view of Erotica is that it is a sex scene with no plot. The point of an Erotica story is character A meets character B and BOOM: SEX! SEX! SEX! The End. Often Erotica doesn't even give the characters names. Rarely does erotica give the characters lives, hobbies, or personalities. The characters don't even have faces or features, all they have a boobs or balls and nothing else. THAT is Erotica. I know because I have 8,000 Erotica books on my Kindle and I've read every one of them and they all exactly that and nothing more.

How does The Night of The Screaming Unicorn compare o this? Well, it has a story and a plot and the characters have very detailed lives and issues and while there is sex in the story, the story is not about sex.

MOST Erotica is between 5,000 to 7,000 words long. Once in a while you see one that reaches 10,000 words or even 20,000 words. Novels (50,000 words+) are unusual and rare in the Erotica genre. 

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.

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.

A primary feature of the Yaoi genre is the fact that male characters in the stories, obsessivly talk about male geniteials and obsess over looking at or touching other male characters, often without any sex taking place at all.

Within Yaoi there are many niches. The Quaraun series features the following niches: balls, knotting, barbs, and tentacles, with the series being primarily a "ball fetish" sub-genre. The Quaraun series caters to a female reader who like swinging balls, slapping balls, squeezing balls, rubbing balls, licking balls, tieing up balls to see how much the man can take, and over all glorifying in the fact that the male scrotum is the most magnificent object the world has ever known.

The men in this series have large, low hung swinging balls, that do a lot of slapping around. Secondary character Unicorn, has got a ball grabbing fetish and thinks nothing of walking up to a stranger and sticking his hand down their pants to squeeze them and see what size balls they got. This is in fact how he introduces himself to main character Quaraun. Every volume in the series features Unicorn grabbing somebody by the balls, just to see how they react to being grabbed.

Unicorn follows Quaraun around precisely because of the fact that Quaraun has a loose ball sac with large, low hung swinging balls. Quaraun isn't a very sexual person, he'd be perfectly happy never having sex, which is how he got to be 330 years old and still a virgin at the time he meets Unicorn.  He has absolutely no interest in sex at all. He is VERY effeminate and is described as having a small dick and not liking to use it.  It's very obvious he's got a low, practically non-existent, testosterone level, which makes him very, very submissive. And yet, he has a large ball sac that Unicorn goes crazy over.

Quaraun, who hates to be touched by anyone, allows Unicorn to touch him, and do, just about anything he want to him, because Quaraun in turn is fascinated by Unicorn's barbed wolf-like and large horse-like penis. Unicorn is a shape shifter and basically created for himself, "the ultimate penis" with length and girth and barbs and sensual dark purple tint. Quaraun becomes addicted to Unicorn's big, black, barbed dick.

The Night of the Screaming Unicorn, contains first time reluctant, interacial, gay annal sex that includes barbed dicks and knotting. You've got a small, virgin white Elf, how basically gets mauled by a sex-crazed black shape-shifter with a really big, barbed dick, capable of knotting. The sex scene lasts for 23,000 words of the 55,000 words of the story. And Unicorn does literally fuck Quaraun until he's unconscious and them keeps on fucking. It is borderline rape fantasy.

In the original fan-fiction version, this was written as an actual rape scene, with Quaraun being abducted by a unicorn and raped by said unicorn, and in the original Unicorn was an actual unicorn (as in a horse).

Because of Amazon's ToS, I had to make changes to the original to "softened" it down so it could be sold on Amazon. The edition on Amazon, is no longer a true rape scene because while scared of what's about to happen to him, Quaraun is willing to allow it; and Unicorn is in his humanoid form when it happens. And, even though it is VERY mild compared to the original version.

The Night of the Screaming Unicorn is very mild if you compare it to books in the Erotica section of Amazon. 


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

If you've never read Yaoi and are asking what is knotting and barbed penieses, well. It's exactly what it sounds like: the man has sharp thorns (like a rose bush or a blackberry shrub, or as described in Unicorn's case: a hawthorn tree) growing out of his dick, which makes for rather painful (and often bloody) sex for whoever he's fucking.

In The Night of the Screaming Unicorn, being knotted for the first time by a barbed cock is so painful that Quaraun passes out and is unconscious for days.

Quaraun is an Elf that loves pain. Unicorn is a Unicorn that sadistically loves giving pain. The series boarders into BDSM as a result, but it's not normal BDSM, it's Bizarro BDSM, because, in real life, men don't have 3 inch long retractable hawthorn-ike thorns growing out of the sides of their dicks.

If you are squeamish about painful, violent, bloody sex, you really don't want to read the Quaraun series, because, while the sex scenes are few and far between, they are violent and brutal, and graphic when they do show up.


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

Into The Swamp of Death delves more into BDSM then The Night of The Screaming Unicorn does. Screaming Unicorn falls more into Reluctance then BDSM. And Into the Swamp of Death only has one, rather mild BDSM sex scene in it, not anywheres near enough to classify it as either Erotica or true BDSM (though if you are someone who has never read BDSM and not used to rough and brutal sex scenes that include nipple torture and blood-letting then it may be too much for you to handle.)

The Vampire Leprechaun of Fire Mountain, on the other hand, has no sex scenes in it at all, but includes Unicorn talking about dick sizes and sopping pussies, and was in fact seen by one reader as MORE sexually graphic then the other two volumes which contained actual sex scenes.


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

 Remember what I said about the series OVERALL being Rated M-18 BUT most stories are only T-16? Not every story in the series has sex, and therefore IT IS NOT EROTICA because the requirement to be Erotica, is after all: sex. Several volumes in the series, like The Night of The Screaming Unicorn and Into The Swamp do contain sex scenes that are "Erotic heat level" but that does not in itself make the story erotica.

Another fetish found in the Quaraun series and seen in The Night of The Screaming Unicorn and Into The Swamp of Death is blood letting. Unicorn is and Elf Eater by nature and is frequently biting or clawing Quaraun, often wounding him quite badly (as seen in The Vulgar Alchemist's Inn), so that he can drink his blood.

Quaraun, like I said before, is addicted to pain, and is suicidal. He thrives on Unicorn's blood drinking fetish and Quaraun often states that he only feels alive when he has to fight to stay alive, thus there are several times where Unicorn nearly kills him during a blood frenzy.

Unicorn, who is a shape-shifter and spends his time in Humanoid form,  also sprouts tentacles from time to time. While they never do it, Unicorn often talks of his desire to fuck Quaraun while in his Unicorn form. In his horse form, Unicorn is described as an extra-large black Friesian stallion with a gleaming silver horn.   They don't have sex while Unicorn is a unicorn, because Quaraun (an extra small Elf with extra large balls) is terrified of how huge the stallion's black cock is.

So SOME stories of the Quaraun series are Bizarro Unicorn Porn Yaoi, a sub-genre of Monster Porn. But like I said, Most stories are not going to have very many, if any, sex scenes at all. The bigger sex scenes could possibly be called erotica scenes, but, a book has to do more than contain erotic scenes to be classified as Erotica.

Plus consider, that the series does have 294 volumes plotted out, 130 volumes outlines, 21 volumes nearly finished, and probably fewer then 40 of them are expected to have sex scenes in them.

Now, there is the issue of language to consider here.  I was talking with a panel of local (beta test) readers who got together to talk about the books before they were published and one woman (who had never read my books before and expressed deep shock over the language) called all of the books she pre-read "Porn" - even The Vampire Leprechaun of Fire Mountain.

Well, this puzzled me because Vampire Leprechaun doesn't even have any sex in it at all, and yet, she described it at having sex beginning to end and being vile and perverted. I asked for an explanation as to how she concluded a book with no sex scenes could have sex from beginning to end.

I eventually came to realize what she was referring to. Unicorn, using the word "fuck" pretty much every sentence. Unicorn also uses the words "cock", "dick", "penis", "cum", "erection", "balls". "jobbie", "bawbag", "dobber",  "bollocks",  and/or "pussy",  kind of every time he opens his mouth. He is very, very, very vulgar and uses very crude language and is is a primary character in most of the books. 

However, it must be remembered that this same type of language is seen in a PG-13 YA movie aimed at teenagers. Watch this PG-13 clip from Austin Powers (a movie that many consider to be "just a children's film"):

That's is the way Unicorn is talking in the books. That's NOT Erotica, and yet, people have read Fire Mountain (a book with no sex scenes) and called it Erotica, because of the way Unicorn talks.

(I used that video, because it's one of only 2 movies [Passion of Christ was the other] that the LDS/Mormon Church has ever banned. I was in the Relief Society meeting when they read the letter the Prophet had sent out to all the Wards & Stakes. The letter, declared the Austin Powers movie to be "pornography" and "Erotica". And told members to make an active campaign against the movie. I found myself shocked and horrified to see a room of 70+ women, rave and rant on how Autism Powers was the "most graphic porn movie ever made"...yeah...uhm...

Wow. You know, if they think Austin Powers is porn, I'd really hate to see how they respond to actual porn. Do they even know what sex is? 

I'm kind of wondering how any woman in the room ever reached the point of having babies. But, you got to remember, this is a religion that FORBIDs "sex while nude" - oh yeah... you are strictly forbidden to remove your temple  garments during sex. Temple garments by the way, and made wade with "crotch slits" for the purpose of sex, without ever having to remove your cloths or commit the sin of seeing your spouse naked. Yeah, ask me again why I REFUSE to wear temple garments? - I like sex. And, well, you only have to read a few pages into the Quaraun series to realize I love the male body.)

So, yeah, if you are a Mormon (as many of my readers, who are contacting me, in horror over the content of these books, seem to be) then, yeah, you really want to stay away from the Quaraun series because, you'll definitely think it's Porn and "extreme" Erotica. But for normal people, actually know what Erotica is, no, this isn't Erotica.

But my being a 5th generation Mormon seems to have gotten some people under the impression, that I give a shit about letting a religion crazed lunatic *I mean Bishop* control my life. I'm sorry, but no. Just because my husband happens to be the High Priest Quorum leader of the Sanford, Maine Ward of the Exeter Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and is a temple priest at the Boston Temple, and like the good little hypocrite *I mean Mormon* that he is with all his talk of hating gays and anti-gay blah, blah, blah crap, doesn't mean that my books don't contain swearing, crudeness, or sex.

Heck, do you have any idea how fast they'd excommunicate my holier than thou high priest husband if I ever decided to walk into church naked? Oooooh! It's an attack of the eeeeeviiiiil gaaayz. Uhmm-huh. Yes, I attend Relief Society and use the women's restroom, and attended Young Woman's. And I'm not the only one. No. I'm not. There are several gay men from Ogunquit in that Ward, and you want to see an active LDS LGBT community, head to the Cape Elizabeth Ward. I'm only unique because I'm not closeted.

But then, I exists side by side with the Mormon women and they really are clueless, and they see me write books and they think it's Christian YA Fantasy, and then read it and go off screaminging it's Erotica, when it's neither one nor the other.

And they are screaming at me, in person, to my face: "There are evil transvestites in it! blah, blah, blah, evil transvestites! blah, blah, blah! transvestites are evil, blah, blah, blah, how can you write about those evil transvestites..."...

I'm just standing there looking at them, thinking "Really? It's not like there's not any of those evil transvestites sitting right here next you."

I was an Avon representative for 16 years. I have a degree in Costume Making and Fashion Design. And I worked in theatre years ago. I'm good at what I do. Too good, I had men hitting on me every day in college, I'd say: "You know I'm a transvestite right?" They'd laugh, thought I was joking.

I've been attending Relief Society for 40 years and they haven't noticed YET.

Oh, but non-Mormon straight women, LOVE transvestites, they come to you for make-up tips, hair styling tips, and advice on how to wear corsets, and fashion advice, and then they say stuff like "You are sooooo pretty, I want to have your babies!" Women are constantly throwing themselves at me, which is weird.

Note to all the heterosexual men out there reading this: if you want women, go extreme drag, blind them with pink sequins, pimp out in feather lashes, blood red lipstick...they'll be all over you like flies to manura. You won't be able to get rid of them. Women LOVE transvestites. (As long as they're not Mormons, Mormon women HATE transvestites.)

Then I have gay men walk up to me and scream in my face: "You ought to be ashamed of yourself! look at you! Dressed like that! You give us a bad name!"

I irk so many people with my very existence. It's astounding the wide variety of reactions people have to me.

NEWSFLASH:  gay is not synonymous with Erotica

SPECIAL NEWSFLASH: Transvestite is not synonymous with Erotica either.

Near as I can tell, the women that are running around falsely accusing this series of being Erotica, are all Mormon women, who have a 3rd grade level knowledge of how babies are made, think nude sex is "of Satan", have never seen their husband naked, have never let their husband see them naked, think all gay people are minions of Satan, and basically have no clue what sex, Erotica, or Porn even is. So they flipped out when confronted with a naked penis and swinging pair of balls mentioned in the written word.

I'm just shaking my head and wondering: are these people really THAT clueless about what sex is? Are they really THAT sheltered and ignorant about the basic functions of the human body? How in the Hell did they have children?

Here's a NEWSFLASH: To get babies, you have to take a penis and insert it in a vagina...over and over and over again. And guess what: It's NOT evil, because, it's the way GOD MADE YOU.  You stupid idiots! Sex isn't evil or "of Satan" God is the inventor of sex, you dingbat! If sex was made by Satan, then you was created by Satan. Did you ever think of THAT? Come on people! Even the Victorians knew more about sex.

I just can't understand how it is, that a character using the word "fuck" in a sentence, can be seen as the book's genre being Erotica.

Quaraun, doesn't talk much. Unicorn on the the other hand, doesn't shut up. And if his mouth is open for the purpose of talking, you can be certain the word "fuck" is going to be on that page, because he uses it like an adjective and and adverb, in addition to a noun and verb. He uses the word fuck the same way a Smurf uses the word smurf. Thus a sentence like: "Oh my friggin fuck! What the flying fuck is that fucker doing? Fuck! Look at him fucking off over there!" Is the type of thing Unicorn is going to say.

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In Vampire Leprechaun there is mention of a sex scene, that is not shown on the page, but Unicorn talks about it as only Unicorn can do. So, I guess it's open to interpretation. Are you the type of reader who considers it Erotica, if a character uses those words while talking? Well, then, you'd call it Erotica.

There is a scene where the Dwarf Bullgaar throws his cloths off and jumps in the brook to swim, and Unicorn, spends a half a page comparing dick sizes. Bullgaar who is only half Dwarf, is hall Hill Giant and he is described throughout the series as "the Dwarf with a Giant's dick". Bullgaar, who is very proud of his giant dick, that is MUCH bigger then everyone else's takes every opportunity to take his cloths off so he can show people his dick.

Again, I would not call a scene like this Erotica, but some readers are. It's a Dwarf skinny dipping and a Faerie talking about dicks sizes. I do not consider that Erotica. Porn, maybe, depending on the reader's point of view, possibly, yeah, I'd definitely call the series Porn, with all it's erect dicks of every page, but definitely not Erotica.

Erotica is classy. Porn is crude. This series is not classy, it's crude. It's VERY crude. It crosses the line of crude several times. It's crude in a very South Park sort of way. It's not sexy sex, like in Erotica, it's crude sex talk like in South Park.

I'm not sure what genre you'd call South Park, but whatever genre it is, take it and toss it into a Dungeons and Dragons style era and setting and that's what genre the Quaraun series is. 

Crude on many levels of crude. Quaraun, tried to be elegant and dignified, while he is adventuring, questing and travelling with a bunch of guys who don't give a flying fuck about adventures or questing, because all they want to do is visit every tavern of every town they pass.

A typical scene from this series goes like this:

Bullgaar's favorite pastime is "wenching" and they stop at every tavern they find, so that Bullgaar can test out the local whores, often on the table while Quaraun is trying to eat, a task he frequently finds difficult as Bullgaar keeps tossing whores on the table to fuck them.

Meanwhile, Unicorn and FarDarrig are chugging ale and seeing who can burp the loudest.  

Drunk Unicorn then decides, why let Bullgaar have all the fun,  spikes Quaraun's drink with whatever drug he has on him at the time, Quaraun leaves reality, is higher then the moon and can't tell up from down, while Unicorn tosses Quaraun on a table to fuck him until he passes out.

FarDarrig (a vampire leprechaun) then grabs the nearest Human, cuts their head off and drinks their blood while making a hatband out of their entrails.

A portal opens up out of no where and and army of rainbow colored teddy bears with erect dicks barely hidden behind sequined g-strings come dancing in and blow the tavern up.

Yeah...like I said...it's a gay Elf on drugs, with a horny unicorn keeping him drugged, and they are supposed to be on a Dungeons and Dragons style quest to save the world from Liches, but they have trouble ever getting out of the tavern (almost every volume is set in a tavern) so they never get around to saving anybody.

It has more in common with being a comadey/parody spoof of Erotica, than being actual Erotica.

Unicorn has a MAJOR sex addiction and he doesn't stop talking about the fact that he pretty much wants to fuck EVERYONE and everything and even the plants, all day long. He can look at any object and come up with a way to make it be sexual. He can see a penis or a pussy in the shape of ANYTHING. And there is a scene, in The Journey Begins, with him fuck a tree.

The overall language of the series is VERY crude and typical of "grind house porn", HOWEVER that does NOT make it Erotica. There is a lot of talking about sex, but very little actual sex going on in most stories.

Quaraun is an aristocrat. His uncle was the king. He grew up in a castle. He's VERY refined and elegant, and lives by very snooty etiquettes. He's now homeless and yet he eats with a full place setting and all the silverware lined out in the right order. He wouldn't dream of using the language Unicorn does, though he picks it up after being with Unicorn for a while.

Unicorn has never lived the opulate, extravagant life Quaraun has. He eats with his hands, doesn't even bother to cook his food or uses dishes. He says whatever pops into his head the moment he thinks it and would speak to a queen the same way he'd speak to a whore.  Unicorn is wild, bold, brash, and crude.

Unicorn is Quaraun's opposite in every way, so while you have a soft spoken, quiet, elegant Elf, you also have a crude, brash, loud mouthed unicorn.

The Quaraun series has more in common with THIS video, then it does with Erotica:

If you call ^THAT^ Erotica, I'm gonna call you just plain weird.

As it turns out, this beta, admitted to never having read Romance, Erotica, or Porn before and had avoided reading books with sex scenes in them, and read the Quaraun books because she thought they were "Christian YA" books. She said that because I am a Mormon she had assumed there would be no sex or swearing and was very taken back to see that the level of swearing and use of the f-word was so "extreme". 

Well, yeah, Unicorn is on pretty much every page and, therefore the word "fuck" is on, pretty much every page. I mean, there's a scene in one volume where Quaraun asks Unicorn to stop saying "fuck" so Unicorn sits down and says "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." until Quaraun kicks him.

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Unicorn talks about wanting to erect statues of Quaraun's dick.

Unicorn tells BeaLuna she's a grouchy bitch because no one is fucking her wet dripping pussy and then tells Quaraun he ought to fuck her to shut her up.

Okay THAT is the language is this series. That is the way Unicorn talks and he's he and Quaraun are a "married" couple on some level and they are never out of sight of each other, so if that kind of language bothers you, you won't make it far into this series. 

I think, somebody, somewhere, who has no clue what erotica even is, must have said something about this series, saying it was Erotica, because of the way Unicorn talks.

Like I said, one of the beta readers, THOUGHT because I was a LDS/Mormon that this series was YA Christian Fantasy. I don't know how she came to that conclusion because that's not a genre I've written. And she read The Vampire leprechaun of Fire Mountain and called THAT Erotica. And I don't how anyone, even a Christian who has ever read Erotica, could consider that book to be anything close to Erotica. There isn't a single, solitary sex scene in that book! Not one! But it does have Unicorn's mouth using the word "fuck" and "dick" quite a bit.

Even when there is no actual fucking going on there's a lot of fucking going on. You know what I mean?

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If you've never been a member of the SoapBox, then you just won't understand, but that was for all you boxers out there, who DO understand what just happened.  (Inside joke, most of you probably won't get. Moving on...)

Unicorn also, in addition to being obsessed with sex is obsessed with food on a very "cookie monster" level. This guy can't stop eating. (Because he is a Lich and food doesn't fill him, so he's literally looking for something to eat every second that he's not looking for something to fuck.)

Because Unicorn can't stop thinking about food and fucking and fucking and food, he combines the two obsessions and so, you see "cherries", "kiwis", "mangos", "peaches", and most especially "apricots" used in place of "balls" or "scrotum" and "banana" or "zucchini" in place of "dick" or "penis."

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Unicorn is a shape shifter and a one point in his life lived as a wolf with a wolf pack, and discovered the wonders of knotting and barbed penises, and he retained the "wolf dick" now, in any form he takes, so that he can knot his partners. Unicorn likes to introduce himself to people with the phrase "I have a barbed penis, want to see it?"

Unicorn also discovered the joys of penis torture via his sprouting  squid tentacles and inserting them up his partner's penis like a catheter....which he does to Quaraun in, The Jiggler and the G-String Teddy Bears, at a tea party while he's a drunk flamingo with tentacles, thus why there is a flamingo on the cover of the book. 

So, yeah, SOME volumes do contain sex scenes, and a FEW volumes do contain Erotica style sex scenes, but damn, there's more sex in Game of Thrones, then there is in the Quaraun series, and you don't see people calling that Erotica do you?

There is sex in the series, but not much and not often. The series has way more drug use then sex in it.

Unicorn is extremely sadistic and gets a kick out of getting Quaraun high (he keeps dumping powdered poison mushrooms in Quaraun drink to drug him) and then sexually torturing him. So you do see sex scenes that could be called BDSM, but that doesn't make the series either Erotica or BDSM.

Think about it. You are looking at a series with 130 volumes confirmed, 349 volumes planned, 50,000 words each, that's 17,450,000 words (56,110 pages). Don't you think it'd take a lot more then a single mild, sex scene once every 4 or 5 volumes, and a single BDSM sex scene once every dozen or so volumes, to make this series big classified as Erotica?

Quaraun, who has become addicted to the drugs Unicorn keeps giving him, lets Unicorn do whatever he wants so long as he can have more of the drugs. There is a lot of drug use going on in the series which is why it sort of "zips" in and out of scenes in a surreal "we're in this scene, no wait now we're in that scene" sort of way.

Unicorn gets Quaraun addicted to mushrooms and frogs because he wants sex, and Quaraun becomes Unicorn's willing sex slave because he wants drugs, and that is seen throughout the whole series. Basically Quaraun is a drug addict and Unicorn is a drug maker (BoomFuzzy the candy maker makes more then candy.)

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I suppose you could call it sort of an "Alice in Wonderland for adults" kind of thing, only it's not Alice in Wonderland. But, I  grew up in the 1970s and you know what the 1970s were like.  And opium was not made illegal until the mid-1980s, you could buy it over the counter at any grocery store. And from about 8 until I was about 17, I actually had a prescription for it.

I had night terrors and the pediatrician, prescribed a weird green liquid, looked like green cough syrup, that boy oh boy, knocked me out. Took it and BOOM I was out! No more night terrors...oh no... nooooooo ...no more night terror... weird colorful dreams swirling around me all night long, but no more night terrors.  Oh God. My parents used to read Dr. Seuss books to me before bed. Then give me my medicine...and oohhh... wooow ... Dr. Seuss and Opium. Yeah. I had weird dreams as a kid. Still remember every one of them too, and I'm drawing on them for a lot of the stories in the Quaraun series.

I mean, my Autism was better controlled when I was on medications that ACTUALLY WORKED to keep me ... uhm ... calm, I suppose is the word. Oh yeah, very calm. I mean I had Autism and I'm sitting watching unicorns prance around the room, of course I was calm.

"Look at the pretty unicorns!"

I used to put on a pink ballet dress, with lots of long pink tulle on the skirt and swirl and dance all over the house with the unicorns. Which the adults all thought was "cute" because "oh look she's got imaginary friends"... no... no imaginary, there ARE unicorns dancing around the room. Oh, when My Little Pony came out, in about 1981-ish, you know I started collecting those. Still got them.

And people wonder why I write Unicorn Porn. I was an Autistic kid in the 1970s when Opium Syrup was the "cure all" for Autism.  I had a very colorful, unicorn filled, childhood.

And then one day my parents come home from the pharmacy and call my doctor to tell him, they wouldn't fill the prescription, and they were in a panic because crazy Autistic kid is off her meds, and now she's having night terrors again and she's screaming and we can't stop her from screaming, what do we do, why won't they fill the prescription...

So, off to the pediatrician, who, calls everybody under the sun, then comes back into the office with: "Well, I found out what happened. Turns out the primary ingredient was opium and it has been made illegal to sell (whatever the name of the medication was) in the US, even as a prescription."

They've never been able to find an alternative medication to "keep my Autism under control" since. But I got a head full of Unicorns and Elves and Faeries and talking cars and cats with wings and all sorts of things that I think I can blame on Dr. Seuss's Green Eggs and Ham. 

Why do you think I like SpellJammer? I'm a SpellJammer Dungeon Master because I LOVE the insanity of Dungeons and Dragons drug induced "Elves in Space" series. A lot of the Quaraun series is inspired by SpellJammer. Quaraun is the player character that I play in SpellJammer campaigns!

And actually, you can still buy opium incense in Maine, it's not illegal every grocery store and even WalMart sells it, I love the smell of it... even though opium incense is very different from actual opium, the smell of it alone is enough to trigger the old memories of it and just calm me right down. Smooth as butter. I burn it all the time along with my sandalwood and patchouli, which induces: "Oh, my unicorns are back! I'm okay again, my unicorns are here!"

I have opium sticks tied in my dreadlocks. That's what I smell like, when people get near me and smell my hair and go: "What's that smell it's strange and nice and spicy and what is it?" It's opium. It has a very distinctive smell. 

I have Autism. I'm a holy terror. All my caretakers say so. Half the time I'm on the floor screaming at the top of my lung. Then hand me an opium incense stick, don't even have to light it. "Oh look! There's my unicorns!" And then I'm fine again. 

Unicorn is an "Elf Eater" which IS a play on the term "Opium Eater".

Think of this as 1970s hippy Elf dressed like Liberace having a drug filled Woodstock love feast in the 1300s with a Unicorn and, that would about describe it.

Or a gay Austin Powers with Elves and Unicorns, maybe?

This series does have a lot in common with the Autism Powers movies, and Unicorn, is kind of bi-sexual Austin Powers both in the way he acts and talks.

I don't know. I only write this thing, I don't know how to describe what it is. It's Bizarro. It doesn't fit any other genre.

So, yeah, if you don't want to read a book that has the words "fuck", "cock", "dick", "penis", "cum", "erection", "balls". "jobbie", "bawbag", "dobber",  "bollocks",  and/or "pussy" multiple times on absolutely EVERY SINGLE PAGE, you kind of don't want to read the Quaraun series, because it WILL bother you.

But that is an example of where, perspective comes into play. Just because a book uses those words doesn't make it Erotica, and yet there are people who think it does.

I think the series has more in common with 1970s Grindhouse Porn then it does with Erotica.

I don't feel that this series is Erotica. There are not enough stories in the series that contain sex scenes, and while there are very graphic sex scenes when they do show up, I think they are more Porn then Erotica.

Plus I think to be Erotica to story has to be ABOUT the sex and, this isn't about the sex. Sex happened but, that's life, in life sex happens. You are looking at Quaraun's life and during the course of his life he has sex. That doesn't make it Erotica.

It's Bizarro. It's a freaking gay Elf being chased around the planet by a horny unicorn! They periodically jump through portals and come out on other planets or in different time periods, and they FLY across the sky in a pirate ship. and the unicorn grows tentacles and wings and and feeds poison mushrooms to the Elf. I was a kid with Autism in the 1970s, the doctors gave Autistic kids opium back then., this series is a result of me having Autism and growing up in the 1970s. It's Bizarro.

This is Quaraun:

He's a pink sparkling Elf flying around the planet on rainbows (sometimes literally) for no real reason at all. There is no real point to the Quaraun series other then, "Hey, this guy's nuts, let's watch him go nuts!"

And this is Unicorn:

He's got a penis and loves to talk about it. And Quaraun has one too, so he likes to talk about Quaraun's as well, and oh look, that guy over there has one, so he's gonna talk about that one too.

Yeah, it's kind of a fucked up fairy tale.

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The whole series is, a Nyan Cat Elf twinkling along, spaced out, no clue what's happening, but it's a-okay because "Oh look at the pretty rainbows", while the Monty Python Unicorn gallops merrily along behind him singing about how much he loves his penis. And while they are doing that, stuff happens.

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Yeah, that kind of sums up the entire series.

It's like candy, it has no point, it's just meant to be fun. It's a fun thing to write. That's the point. I have fun writing it. 

That's why it doesn't really have a genre, because I'm not writing this too fit any conventions or formulas, I'm just writing it to have fun writing something that is fun to write. Insanity on the page, that's what Quaraun is.

Would YOU call the Quaraun series Erotica, I suppose is the question. Well, let's find out. I'll post a music video. Watch it and pay careful attention to the words.  I wouldn't call this Erotica, BUT, I have heard others say it was. I've also heard that the "average" person can't make it through to the end of this video.

If you are the type of person who can't make it to the end of this video, than, stay far away from the Quaraun books, because, Unicorn's mouth is EXACTLY like the language used in this song:

If you can make it through ^^THAT^^ video, try this one (this one I WOULD classify as Erotica)

The Quaraun series is more like ^^^THAT ONE^^^ up there,

NOT this one vvv DOWN HERE vvv: (though it's not really like either - it's more like Austin Powers and South Park combined and staring a gay Elf.)

(That is the EDITED/CENSORED version, if you want to see the uncensored version without the pixel blur it was up on Youtube and is easy to find.)

Can you see the difference between them?

The first one is TALKING about sex, making fun of sex, while the second one is actually DOING sex.  

The first video is: "You know I'm talking about sex, let me tease you with thoughts of sex, look at this great body I've got, but you ain't getting none, I'm just gonna tease you all say with hints about sex."

Whereas the second video is: "Look at us haveing sex, sex, sex, sex, YEE-HAH! SEX! WOO-HOO! SEEEEEEX!"

The Quaraun series has a lot more talking about sex (like the first video), then actual doing of sex (like the second video). 

However, the LANGUAGE of both songs does match the language of the Quaraun series.

In other words: I see the first video as more of a "mature teen" video and the second video as an "adults only" video.

I think what is confusing people, is the M-18 rating on the pre-release book covers. That is there because these books are available for sale in Japan, and they have naked/nude male characters, and Japan has a law that such books have to be labeled as rated M-18 because of  it. The M-18 label doesn't really apply for readers in America or Western Europe.

This Bizarro serial is overall rated M-18 for strong language, yaoi, drug use, suicidal characters, and other fantasy adult situations.

Not all stories in the series contain M-rated material, many stories are only T-16.

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane series was rated using the FanFiction. Net rating system, as it was originally published there in hundreds of 5,000 word chapters between 1997 and 2011 – this is the non-fan fiction rewrite of the older fan fiction series. 

The Rating Chart is as follows:

E-Rated: Suitable for everyone, but usually geared for ages under 8

PG-Rated: May contain topics (such as death, divorce, or mild swearing) disturbing to sensitive children. Parents may wish to read before letting children read it.

T-Rated: Contains topics not advised for readers under the age of 12, which may include mild language, tobacco use, alcohol use, LGBT characters in non-sexual situations, and mild fantasy violence

T-16 Rated: Contains topics not advised for readers under the age of 16, which may include mild references to sex, drugs, suicide, LGBT themes, and violence

M-18 Rated: Contains topics not advised for readers under the age of 18, which may include strong references to sex, drugs, suicide, LGBT themes, and violence.

MA-21 Rated: Explicit Erotica, for mature adults only.

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane Bizarro serial is overall Rated M-18 for strong language, explicit yaoi sex, BDSM, knotting, barbs, tentacles,  drug use, cutting, suicide, thoughts of suicide, attempted suicide, norms bullying autistic characters, victims of bullying and abuse taking revenge on/torturing and murdering their attackers, and transsexual, inter-racial, December/May, male/male relationships. Not all of these things appear in all stories in the series. Not all stories in the series contain M-rated material, many stories are only T-16. 

This series is NOT rated MA-21 because it is NOT Erotica. (Some volumes however, do contain erotic content.) There seems to be some confusion here, because of the M-18 Rating, some readers are falsely assuming that this is Erotica. Readers have asked if this was an Erotica series. No, this series is not Erotica. It is Literary Bizarro Fantasy. It is ONLY rated the much lower rating of M-18 it is NOT rated at the much higher rating of MA-21.

So, I guess after all of that, I'll leave it to you to judge if YOU think it's Erotica or not. I don't think it's Erotica, but that's me. Some people are calling it Erotica. I guess that just means I'm used to reading books that are a lot more hard core then books read by people who do think this is Erotica. Oh, well.










QUESTION: I don't remember any drug use in the fan-fiction series. Why did you decide to make Quaraun addicted to drugs?

ANSWER: You're right. The original fan-fiction series I wrote did not have the drug use in it. I didn't originally write Quaraun that way, either.

In the early days of creating his character, I based his back story of a Neverwinter/Mensobrazen player character example, which featured an Elf driven insane after being tortured by the Red Wizards. (Dungeons and Dragons, Forgotten Realms Campaign Legend of Drizzt 4th Edition.)

The first time I played Quaraun's character in a game session, was for Temple of Elemental Evil (Advanced Dungeons and Dragons 2nd Edition.)

The Dungeon Master allowed 2 players to play Evil aligned characters. A Lawful Evil priest and a Chaotic evil Illusionist Wizard (who was really a Necromancer but only the player and the DM knew this fact.)

We had played ToEE many times and getting a character past level 3 in ToEE proved not easy. The DM came to the conclusion the only way we could get a group into Fire Mountain and past the Black Idol of Death, our group was going to require two evil aligned characters: a priest and a necromancer. 

ToEE is about a group of Necromancers who have turned themselves into Liches and buried their phylacteries under a volcano guarded by a DracoLich.  The goal of the game is to find the 4 Liches and kill them.

To get to the Dragon, you have to get passed the Black Idol of Death. But the only way past it is for one of the players to sacrifice (murder) one of the other player characters, on the altar (the statue holds her hands out and holds a slab). We tried to get around the idol in many various ways, however, this always ended up with the entire group getting killed.

And yes, that is how the idea for the Obsidian Idol came into the series.


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The group required either a cultist/ priest or a necromancer/ wizard played by somebody willing to play a murderer and kill another player in the group. Because I had a reputation for playing characters that could hold secrets, I got picked to play the necromancer, and as I had already created a Necromancer (Quaraun) I was able to bring him into actual game play.

The intention was to get to the idol, and the Necromancer and Cultist were going to attempt to sacrifice the entire group.

The group (9 players total) thought they were playing with a Lawful Good priest and a Chaotic Neutral Illusionist. Only 3 players (the priest, the wizard, and a dwarf) knew there was a demonic cultist (not a priest) and a flesh warping necromancer (not an illusionist) in the group.

(A flesh warping necromancer is one on the path to Lichdom - the DM was going to allow me to play a Lich, and turn on the entire group, if we made it far enough into ToEE - this was a home brew re-write of the original story. Basically the DM was allowing a player character to be one of the 4 Liches the players would have to battle at the end of the game.)

The dwarf made the discovery in the course of the game play and, decided he was greedy enough to keep their secret provided they didn't kill him and divided whatever treasure we found with him...ah...the DM didn't tell the other 7 players that the two evil players were planning to kill the rest of the group - the dwarf caught our characters plotting this.

The group knew something was going on, because the priest and wizard were always WRITING their plans to each other behind a second DM screen, and the DM was writing approval for their moves - again, this is unusual - normally players SPEAK out loud every move they make.

When the dwarf had opportunity to catch us plotting the DM allowed it, and the rest of the group expected he'd tell them what he found out, but he shocked them when he decided to join then (requesting in a written note to the DM to change his alignment to evil) and then not tell the group.

The DM allowed this VERY RARE event. You almost never see a DM allow players to play evil aligned characters and AGREE to allow them to attempt to overthrow the group and kill the other players.

The DM had one stipulation: the group must have a lawful good aligned Knight paladin player. Five game sessions in, the paladine caught the priest resurrecting corpses and beheaded him. Quaraun (my player character) backstabbing wizard that he is, was quick to join forces with the paladin and help kill the cultist, earning the paladin's trust.

At that point, there was no more need for secret planning between the two evil characters, as one was dead, and the wizard (me) and the dwarf, played our characters as though the priest had been the ONLY evil character and had been blackmailing us into silence of his secret. The rest of the group never tried to discover if Quaraun had a secret, and I was able to continue playing him, with the intent of killing the other players with the help of the dwarf.

Prior to reaching Fire Mountain, the group got sidetracked by trolls and chased into a swamp, where singing mushrooms drugged everybody, except for the Illusionist wizard. When other players demanded to know why the illusionist didn't get drugged with everyone else, rather then say he was evil and had avoided being drugged because he was the one who had drugged them, he immediately drugged himself (with the very same powder he had drugged them with moments earlier.)

As it turns out, Quaraun on drugs, in actual game play, starts turning players into monkeys and parrots and frogs and himself into a bat, because he's insane and the DM decided on random dice rolls to see what would happen if the necromancer's bag of tricks accidently went off while he was too busy dancing with mushrooms to know what he was doing with his wand.

So, after our player characters had a night of drug induced insanity. Player characters are mostly passed out on the ground, with only one character who wasn't drugged "too bad" and thus able to keep watch that night. A wild feral nature loving Wood Elf Ranger who throughout the game had a bone to pick with the aristocratic, gay transvestite Moon Elf Wizard.

So, the day ends, and everybody ends their turn with something along the lines of "My character passed out face down in the swamp  grass." And the DM asked the Wood Elf Ranger so what does you character do?

"My character takes all of the poison mushrooms, grinds them into powder and fills all of the Moon Elf wizard's water skins with them. I drug the Moon Elf Wizard every time he takes a drink"

DM rolls the dice. "20! The Moon Elf Wizard gets high every morning after taking a drink from his waterskin for the rest of the game. The effect lasts all day."

*sigh*

Poor Quaraun.

For the rest of the game (about 7 more sessions - 3 hours each, 1 a week) Quaraun was looking like this:

Unfortunately, it was Quaraun being drugged out of his mind that ended the game. Here's what happened:

We are in the volcano. We reach cave, full of orcs. The group as a whole decides to run. We run, almost.

Our group of 9 players have 5, count them, yes 5, wizards in the group. Including 2 gay, bumbling clowns. The 2 gay wizards, one wearing bright pink, the other wearing bright electric blue, have lots and lots and lots of spells. None of them useful, because we are 1970s style screaming gay wizards, so, we have spells to turn things into glitter and spells that bop you on the head with flowers, or dump rainbow coloured paint on your head. 

We were weird wizards. Yes, the DM let us create weird spells, so that we could have these wicked exteme uber-gay wizards who enjoyed reveling in their 1970s Liberace style gayness complete with glittering spells to match our glittering wardrobes.

So our group is running away, and my buddy the blue wizard, grabs my arm and says, "Let's create a diversion so the others can escape."

DM says, "What are you gonna do?"

Blue wizard says, "I've got this really great spell that creates lightening bolts. And he (me) has that spell that creates spider webs full of glitter dust. Why don't we use both spells at once. The spider webs would slow down the orcs. The lightening will kill some of the orcs, and a reflection of the lightening on the glitter will blind the rest of them."

DM, says "Sounds good, what does the rest of the group say?"

The other 3 wizards in the group, start pointing out how, we two gay wizards, have purposely weak and girly spells, that are highly prone to backfire (we designed the spells to have a high fail rate, but to do a lot of damage when they didn't fail, with DM's approval). Our spells basically set off a lot of stupid glitter clouds and rainbow coloured dust balls and really didn't do anything other then prove that we were wizards who were too gay to care about anything other then pointing out the fact "Hey, look at me, I'm gay!"

So the other 3 wizards are, really, not confidant that this spell is gonna do anything other then get the 2 gay wizards captured by orcs. (The two gay wizards often got captured by whatever and like the good little damsels in distress sissies we were, required frequent rescuing). So the other 3 wizards, are saying they don't want to have to go rescue us AGAIN, we'd better help them.

Each of the other three wizards, have a "increase power" spell, They all declare: "I cast increase power on their spell."

So, I cast my glitter webs, blue wizard casts his lightning bolt, "increase power" gets cast three times.

DM has a fumble chart. If you fumble. DM rolls the dice on the fumble chart, to determine how bad you fumbled.

We fumbled. We BOTH roll a big fat 1

Remember - each spell is increased by 3, so, this is 3 double fumbles.

DM rolls the dice...

20

20 on the fumble chart...on a triple/double fumble... oooooooh. That had NEVER happened before. 

And the look on his face, was the funniest thing.

DM puts the book down and says:

"Well, the good news is, you've killed the ocrs. The bad news is, you blew up tunnel and killed every member of the group."

And we were escaping too. If we had just kept running, we'd have been out of there. But you know how it is, when you give two gay wizards too many drugs...they blow up the group. :P

Did I ever mention that Quaraun is absolutely the most fun character I have ever played in a D&D game session? Because of his chaotic evil alignment, he's liable to do anything to anyone, and because of his weaknesses (which are many, because a Necromancer is a level 23 wizard and he had to be given LOTS of handicaps to bring him down to a level 3 character with the rest of the group) and because of the insanity overlay, he's absolutely nuts in game play. He can be in the middle of battle and suddenly turn on the other players in a fit of ego mania. 

From there I went on to play Quaraun in Spelljammer, where he steals a flying pirate ship and sails it across space in search of giant flying space hamsters.

If you have never played Spelljammer you don't know what you are missing. EVERYBODY in that game is on drugs and seeing dragons flying past them - that game's books are WRITTEN that way.

In Spelljammer you have to deal with constant Illithid attacks. Illithids are the infamous brain eating squid-headed Mind Flayers of the D&D world. They are the evilest villains, most formidable wizards and priests, and most powerful psionics ever to exist in D&D. And everyone of them is aligned with a special monster only alignment:  Insane Lawful Evil.

The Illithids originate in Spelljammer and got pulled into other D&D game books later on. In their original versions, they were allowed as player characters. 

I originally played Spelljammer as an Illithid Priest named ZooLock, who traveled the cosmos in a Nautiloid starship and had a pet jelly cube monster. His favorite weapon of choice: vampire bunnies and holy hand grenades (yes, home brew weapons from Monty Python's Holy Grail)

Or, if you are a gamer like myself...I actually designed ZooLock's Holy Hand Grenade weapon from the Worms video game. It sings when he throws it, just like seen in the video game:


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 ZooLock is another character in the Quaraun series, he remains in the books, nearly identical to how I played him in the Spelljammer game sessions.

In SpellJammer, I play Quaraun as a Necromancer's apprentice on a mission for his "master" (who turns out to be ZooLock - in the Quaraun series, I changed it to Gibedon). 

We went home brew and crossed Spelljammer with Star Trek, which results in Quaraun, commandeering the U.S.S.Enterprise and taken Captain Kirk and crew hostage, locking them all in a pink genie bottle (straight out of the I Dream of Jeannie TV show)

In the books this is rewritten by combining all three above mentioned game session, resulting in Quaraun commandeering the pirate ship Rent-a-Prize, from a green Gnome named Quirk. 


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In Spelljammer he had Quaraun being a pirate, who keeps getting sidetracked from his missions, because after all that time he spent in ToEE with his drugged water, he got addicted to drugs and goes berserk trying to find more. So in Spelljammer, now he's on a drug dealer's ship, working for said drug dealer in payment for drugs. (Which if you know the Spelljammer game, you know is perfectly logical.)

I later went homebrew and played him in Ravenloft (Elves don't exists in Ravenloft - we had to write that a portal opened up in the sky and he randomly landed in the Ravenloft setting after having been zapped out of Spelljammer.) In Ravenloft, I play him, as a drug addicted Necromancer with a fetish for vampires. There he's constantly getting caught (on purpose) by Strahd, in the hopes of becoming Strahd's submissive BDSM sex slave.

Which results in stories like Into The Swamp of Death, where Quaraun gets captured and sexualy tortured by a vampire, but is too drugged out of his mind to know what's happening and the vampire that drugged him, drinks his blood and goes bonkers with him.


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And FarDarrig of Secrets, where once Unicorn finds out Quaraun likes cock and ball torture, Unicorn just runs with it and almost kills the drugged Elf.

And then finally, you also have to consider the fact that Quaraun is a sissy.  And a quick note on Quaraun and my use of calling him a "sissy". I do not mean "sissy" in the common derogatory American street slang. Quaraun is an ACTUAL sissy. A sissy is a type of transgender.

I know a lot of people who are not part of the transgendered and/or BDSM community usually get confused about what the word sissy means and often when they hear me using it they think I am referencing the more common mean, hateful, and derogatory meaning of the word. No. A sissy is a type of gender identification.

Quaraun is an actual sissy - if you don't know what that means look up "sissification" - yes, there is a difference between, the common street slang term sissy, used to tease someone, and the ACTUAL word sissy, which is a type of gender identity.

A sissy is a type of transvestite, who is a male, who dresses like a woman, acts like a woman, etc, BUT does not hide the fact that he is a male. He is not trying to be a female in spite of the way he acts and dresses, and makes no attempt to pass himself off as a female. In spite of looking and acting like a female, he still uses male pronouns for himself. Typically a sissy, is also the sub/slave of a BDSM relationship. Sissies are USUALLY straight men who prefer to be dominated by a butch woman, however some sissies are bi or as in the case with Quaraun, gay.

A sissy is a male, who likes wearing sexy panties and stockings and silks and lace and frilly dresses and putting on make-up, but he's not trying to be a woman. He gets very sexually excited from wearing women's clothing.

A sissy is different from a cross-dresser or a sheMale. A cross-dresser, JUST likes to wear the cloths. A sheMale IS attempting to pass off as a female. 

A sissy on the other hand, not only likes to wear the clothes, but lives to serve a dominant Master. A sissy feel "incomplete" if he doesn't have a Master to serve.  Sissies are EXTREMELY submissive and nothing makes them happier then to be "the perfect sex slave" doing/taking absolutely anything their partner/spouse/etc (always called Master) requests.

A sissy isn't just "dressing up" for the fun of doing so. They live in those clothes 24/7/365. And they will do anything to please their Master.

If you need more information of this lifestyle and what exactly a sissy is SEE:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feminization_(activity)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sissy_(transgender)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gender_bender

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transvestic_fetishism

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Male_submission

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transgender_sexuality

And if you are interesting in seeing how much of a sissy you are, try this: http://www.sissify.com/sissyquiz/ Take the quizz called "What kind of sissy are you?" just reading the questions and possible answers will give you quite a bit of insight into the type  Elf Quaraun is and the lifestyle he lives.

BTW on that quiz I score:

sissyMaid!: The ultimate sissy, you have ruffles on your soul. Now you just need to learn how to sew them on your panties.

And I should probably point out that that site with the quizz, is a BDSM training school's web site. It's kind of a "college" for men who want to learn to be a sissified sex slave. Most of the site, you can't access

But, if you look at that site and then Google for more Sissy sites, you'll notice a trend - they are ALL bright pink. Which, once you realize Quaraun is an ACTUAL sissy, then it suddenly becomes clear - WHY the covers of the books are pink.

I did mention Quaraun was based largely off my own life, 90% of my wardrobe is pink, and I sparkle head to toe, all day, every day. If there's one thing I know well: it's sissies, the sissy lifestyle, how to accurately play a sissy in a D&D game session, and how to accurately write a sissy character.

A sissy is a type of sex slave in the BDSM community. And for the record I have been the slave of a Master/slave relationship for 28 years. (And I can't even attend game sessions without getting His permission first. I do NOTHING without first getting His permission. He controls everything. It's hard for people outside the BDSM community to grasp the lifestyle of a Master/slave relationship and even within the BDSM community, it's hard for a lot of people to grasp a Sissy Master/slave relationship.)

But Quaraun in the games and also in the books, is a Sissy, the actual lifestyle/gender identity and it's why you see him acting so VERY submissive when it comes to pretty much anything, but especially with sex. It's actually one of the things which makes him such a very poor fighter, because his first response to a confrontation, is quite literally to back down and submit to the most dominant person in the group. Quaraun is not a leader. Which is how his character can get caught by monsters so easily. A monster attack, his reaction is to just drop to his knees.

And once the DM found out I didn't mind playing a submissive BDSM sex slave to any monster in the game, it became a running gag to see how many times players could set Quaraun up to be captured by a sex crazed monster, looking for a slave. Keep in mind, Quaraun was designed to be an idiot so he has spells that do more damage then good and it's not that hard for a monster to carry him off.

Quaraun is a character who adds lots of "color" to a game, but doesn't really do much good in battle. He ends up being the damsel in distress every time he tries to fight a monster. (Uhm...usually he does it on purpose too, because Quaraun, really does like getting captured, tied up, and fucked by monsters - in both the game sessions and the book series based off of those game sessions.)

This in turn lead to what eventually got re-written as a scene in the Quaraun series.

In one of the ToEE game sessions, one night, the group forgot to leave a guard to watch for the night and woke up to find themselves surrounded by mountain trolls. Quaraun, good little sissified transvestite damsel in distress that he was, gets captured, and trussed up in a tree and gangbang fucked by 4 trolls at the same time.

The DM asks the group what are they gonna do.

The Dwarf says, "The Moon Elf looks like he's enjoying it, so I'm gonna jerk myself off because damn this is making me horny."

The Wood Elf says "Me too!" 

The rest of the group begins discussing, "But shouldn't we rescue him?" 

"Are you kidding, he loves getting raped by monsters. He WANTS this."

"But those are mountain trolls, and he's just a little Elf, look how big they are, they're gonna kill him."

"What? And you think he cares? He's getting double fucked up the ass. He lives for that sort of thing."

The group ends up WAITING until the trolls get done fucking the Moon Elf, two dicks up his ass, one down his throat, another troll sucking his cock, before they decide to rescue him...

But oh...wait, there's that Wood Elf that just hates the aristocratic High Elves, and keeps getting the High Elf high...who says to the DM: "It's odd there's only 4 trolls. Aren't troll tribes bigger than that? Seems like they'd have a whole army here waiting for a turn to fuck the Moon Elf."

DM rolls dice to see if perhaps maybe there are more mountain trolls just out of sight.

Yep, there are! And guess what, they ARE waiting their turn to fuck the Moon Elf.

Greeeeeeeaaaat!

Okaaaay.

So Quaraun gets gangraped by a whole army of mountain trolls and the rest of the group are, like, he loves it, we better not interrupt, he'll get mad at us. We'll just sit around and wait until ALL the mountain trolls have had a turn on him, then we'll rescue our gay wizard who loves being a submissive BDSM sex slave to monsters.

And yes, this scene does get written into the books. In the books, that scene is in The Return To Fire Mountain.


16,148 / 50,000 words.
52/ 160 pages.
Draft @ 32.09%

At one point Quaraun got captured by a gladiator orc and was spent most of the game sessions, naked and chained to his master in a very slave princess Leia vs Jabba the Hut fashion.

But all of this is very "normal" for his character's personality.

It's why in the books, other characters get so confused when they meet him, because he really is the most powerful wizard on the planet, and yet, he WON'T fight. He WON'T use his powers. On the few times he does his powers the end result is so catastrophic that basically the entire planet is terrified of him, but then when people meet him for the first time, and realize, "OMG! This is the guy? HIM? He's a freaking sissy, how is he the guy we are all scared of?"

Like I said, once the DM found out I didn't mind playing a character that got captured and raped by monsters every game session, it kind of became a thing. I was playing D&D with a bunch of guys who gave their character giant dicks and and had special cod-piece armor magic items, so it was kind of an rather "adult" group of D&D going on anyways, and for them, standing back and cheering on the monsters why the monsters gang raped the group's gay wizard was kind of a high point for the game sessions.

The difference between the game sessions and the books, is, in the books, Quaraun gets really pissed at other characters and the way they are treating him, and he ends up killing them and feeding them to his unicorn. There was a lot of "gay bashing" talk going on in the game sessions, that really did upset me more then I let then know, thus why Quaraun in the books, eats them.

In Ravenloft he's constantly going out of his way to try to get bitten by vampires because he gets off on vampires drinking his blood. Other players use this as a weapon against the vampires. They drug Quaraun, he gets willfully attacked by vampires, the vampires get a second hand drug effect from drinking the high Elf's (yes, pun intended) drugged blood, which allows the other characters to pull out stakes and kill the vampires.

While Quaraun is a poor fighter and didn't bring much into the group in battle, and he's a sissy - you're looking at a wizard who in the middle of battling monsters, is going to start arguing with the Wood Elf because he got a speck of dirt on his dress. And he's crazy, so if you blow up a monster and it splatters blood on his dress, he's turn his wand on you and blew you up.

If you pick on Quaraun, during battle, he'll change sides and start helping the monsters and picking off player characters. Because he's a Necromancer, he might call up a hoard of zombies to eat you during the night (thus why you DO NOT want to leave Quaraun on night watch while the group sleeps.)  

Quaraun is absolutely chaotic and he has no loyalties.  He's a total wild card in game play. (And yes, Quaraun was based largely of JarAxle, thus why he changes sides constantly, to be on whichever team looks like it's winning.) 

Quaraun is a character who, if you have him on your team in a D&D game session, you REALLY want to be watching your back and sleeping with one eye open. He thinks nothing of stabbing you in your sleep, gutting you and resurrecting you as his undead minion, and he is so good at it, that he can kill you and reanimate you without the rest of the group knowing it. Your character could be his undead minion, doing his bidding and the rest of the group (except the DM) not even know your character is dead.

Quaraun IS evil. He is chaotic. He has a very short temper. And he is a Necromancer hellbent on doing whatever it takes to become a Lich. When push comes to shove, he'll massacre the whole group. He is however a good character to have around if you need to create a diversion, because inspite of his evilness, he is still a bumbling idiot.

Quaraun's capable of casting some of the most powerful spells the group has and can wipe out entire armies with the flick of his hand...unfortunately, because he's very arrogant and careless, his spells have a high fail right. If you roll a 18 - 20, you get a major spell that can blow up entire cities, but if you don't hit that, the spells do nothing useful at all, and worse, anything under a 10 is going to fumble on his spells, with 1 - 3 dice rolls resulting in some wicked bad backfires on the group.

You are looking at an insane and extremely arrogant wizard, who WAS at one point the most powerful wizard around, but because of his huge ego he's become careless, and because he's now a drug addict, he really doesn't know what he's doing half the time. He could be aiming his wand at another player and thinking he's aiming it as an umberhulk...because he's high a kite and he's seeing rainbow colored umberhulks attacking whither they are attacking or not. Part of the reason other players do cheer the monsters on when he gets carried off, is because, he can be a major pain in the ass. 

You got to remember that as a player character in actual tabletop game play, Quaraun's alignment is: Insane Chaotic Evil. There is a reason, why few DMs do not allow a Chaotically aligned player character and even fewer DMs ever allow an Evil aligned player character, and why the Insane template, is used on monsters only not player characters. Basically Quaraun is a monster as a player character, with a bunch of handicaps to bring him down to player level. 

 Quaraun does, however, have one skill that made him a character every group wanted on their team: he was a magic item builder and was willing to practically give away insanely expensive magic items in exchange for drugs. Players could seek out drug dealers at markets and taverns, then rush back to camp and request Quaraun make magic cloaks, magic boots, bags of holding, etc that they otherwise would not have been able to afford. (As a player character, ALL of his skills/feats/etc are selected for crafting magic items - he has absolutely no other skills, but he's really, really, really, really good at the one skill he does have because it's "powered up" so much.)

Of course, how high he was when he made the item was at the DM's discretion and up to the dice roll, so you could request Quaraun to make you a cloak of invulnerability and he might end up making it out of pink flamingo feathers and it be activated only by saying "I'm a pink flamingo" 7 times while dancing the jig and jump roping at the same time. He is insane after all...insane AND on drugs....and your magic item results are controlled by a DM who flashes a cheshire cat grin while rolling his dice and checking his home-brew magic item charts of possible things Quaraun might do to your magic items, depending on how high the dice declared him to be that day.

Basically it's fun to play an aristocratic, nephew of a king High Elf who is too high to know what's going on.

Quaraun is a very High Elf. ;P

...and now you know why.










QUESTION: Is this series Monster Porn?

ANSWER: Yes. This is the first mass market production of my long running underground grind-house Unicorn Porn series that was published on FanFiction.net between 1997 to 2011.

Keep in mind that I did say Monster Porn and not Monster Erotica. Monster Porn is a completely different genre then Monster Erotica.

In Monster Erotica the point of the story is sex with monsters,

In Monster Porn the point of the story is sexy monsters, which may or may not be involved in sex acts.

Monster Erotica ALWAYS contains graphic sex scenes.

Monster Porn can contain sex scenes, but doesn't always.

Monster Erotica is for readers who want to have sex with monsters.

Monster Porn is for readers who just want lots of monsters.










QUESTION: Is this series Yaoi?

ANSWER: Yes. Though what Yaoi means to Americans and what it means to Japanese are two different things, so...what do you consider Yaoi to be?

In Japan, Yaoi, means "boy love". It means the primary couple of the story is gay. It means ONLY that and NOTHING more.

However, in America Yaoi is often thought of as being "gay Erotica for girls". Well, it CAN be that, and it often is that, but, Yaoi encompases ALL genres: Romance, Horror, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Steampunk, Mystery, and of course also Erotica.

Yaoi doesn't have to have sex in the story to be counted as Yaoi. It only needs to have a gay couple as the primary characters of the story. This is the thing American readers often overlook and can be disapointed, if they head into a Yaoi book expecting that all Yaoi is only Erotica.

This series is Yaoi, because the main character is a gay Elf and his partner is a bi-sexual shpe-shifter/unicorn. There is sex in the series, but not in every volume. There are graphic porn level erotic sex scenes in the series, but most of the sex scenes are far more tame and fade-to-black scenes are frequent as well.

Yaoi does not = Erotica.

This series = Yaoi; it does NOT = Erotica.










QUESTION: How can this series be Monster Porn, but not be Erotica?

ANSWER: Simple, you don't know what the word Porn means. Porn, in American street slang, is inaccurately thought to mean sex. No. The word Porn ACTUALLY means obsession.

In other words the word pornography = obsessed with watching others having sex.

Monster Porn means = obsessed with monsters.

Monster Pornograpy = obsessed with watching monsters have sex.

Can you see the difference?

Keep in mind I called this series Unicorn porn and type of Monster Porn, I did not call it Unicorn Erotica a type of Monster Erotica.

 In Monster Erotica the point of the story is sex with monsters,

In Monster Porn the point of the story is sexy monsters, which may or may not be involved in sex acts.

Monster Erotica ALWAYS contains graphic sex scenes.

Monster Porn can contain sex scenes, but doesn't always.

Monster Erotica is for readers who want to have sex with monsters.

Monster Porn is for readers who just want lots of monsters.

Unicorn Porn is a story about unicorns. It's got lots of unicorn stuff going on. It's for readers who need a daily fix of unicorn obsessions. It's for people who obsessively obsess over their obsession for unicorns.

Unicorn Erotica is a story about having sex with unicorns. It's got lots of unicorn sex going on. It's for readers who need a daily fix of unicorn sex obsessions. It's for people who obsessively obsess over their obsession for having sex with unicorns.

Does that help, explain how it can be Monster Porn without being Erotica?

That said, it does fall into the definition of Grindhouse Porn. Grindhouse Porn is a crude form of pornography, sort of a redneck, white trash trailer park style porn, that features characters that say fuck in the their everyday language, women that think nothing of shaking their boobs and booty in public, men that pull out their dick at the drop of a pin, and everybody is grinding groins. It' the very crude style of Porn that features plumbers and housewives, and is what most people think of when they hear the word "Porn". 

And yes, a story can be Grindhouse Porn and still not be Erotica. Erotica is an upper level classy style of sex. Think of it like the movie Pretty Woman. If Pretty Woman was a book, Amazon would put it in Erotica. It's be tame Erotica, but still, it'd be Erotica. Whereas the plumber and the housewife are Porn not Erotica.










QUESTION: Wait. Quaraun is gay, but he has children? How is that possible?

ANSWER: Yes. He has eight children. He also has a wife. 

Quaraun's NOT gay. That's not what I said. I said the series contains gay sex scenes. That's different. Quaraun is bi-sexual. He has both male and female lovers.

Okay, you're gonna get a major spoiler here. The Lich Lords didn't kill the Moon Elves. Quaraun killed the Moon Elves and made it look like the Lich lords did it. He set them up. Quaraun kills EVERYONE: his children, his wife, his father, his uncle the king, and every last Moon Elf he can find.

Why?

They killed BoomFuzzy, or at least that's the way Quaraun sees it.

Quaraun starts out a peaceful Mage of the Di'Jin Order. He has lived his life, completely devoted to peace, kindness, and celibacy. He is at the beginning of the series a eunuch.

Quaraun's uncle the King, has no male children, and, while the king's younger brother has many children, he has only one male offspring: Quaraun, a sexless transvestite with no intention of ever marrying.

Quaraun's father and the King are furious at Quaraun's lifestyle and his refusal to keep to keep the family line going, but Quaraun is still a fairly young Elf, so they overlook it at first, though they are both teasing him and bullying him.

Then a Half-Elf/Half-Faerie named BoomFuzzy moves into the village and Quaraun become lovers. They are lovers secretly for 30 years before the royal family finds out about it and and pull a really big, elaborate stunt to break them up.

They have Quaraun kidnapped, and then tell everyone that he's married some princess and basically has left. They convince all the other Moon Elves that this is true, which in turn convinces BoomFuzzy. 

There are two very important things to consider here:

#1: BoomFuzzy is not what they think he is. He's a Phooka, a Trickster Faerie, a shape-shifter in disguise, he's not a half-Elf

#2: Quaraun bonded his soul to BoomFuzzy's soul in an Elven Soul Bond Ritual

Because BoomFuzzy is not a real Elf, the soul binding ritual is not complete, it only works on Quaraun. Their souls are bonded, and Quaraun knows immediately that BoomFuzzy is not an Elf, but once the bonding is done there's nothing he can do about it. Quaraun can now feel everything BoomFuzzy feels, but the bond is not two-way, because BoomFuzzy is not and Elf, so he can't feel what Quaraun feels. Because BoomFuzzy is a Faerie his emotions are over the top hyper and are more then Quaraun, an emotionless Elf, can cope with. It's being bound to a Faerie that slowly drives him insane.

There is no Elf that would ever risk causing a soul bounded Elf to be separated from that bond, because they go out of their minds (Advanced Dungeons and Dragons The Complete Handbook of Elves 2nd Edition).

Quaraun bound his soul to BoomFuzzy in secret, so none of the other Elves knew about it. Not until they had Quaraun kidnapped and he suddenly starts acting wild and out of control and they have no clue what's wrong with him.

Meanwhile back at the Moon elf village BoomFuzzy, believing Quaraun betrayed him is going in a wild chaotic frenzy, tosses aside his illusions reviling himself to be ing Gwallmaiic, King of the Faeries, and a fearsome Necromancer known as The elf Eater of Pepper Valley.

For being betrayed by one Elf he vows to return in 100 years to kill every last one of them, and then commits suicide in an elaborate Lich making ritual that creates 13 powerful Liches known as the Lich Lords.

Quaraun's father and the King, don't know what BoomFuzzy is doing back at the village, all they know is Quaraun has suddenly been thrown into a crazed screaming fit and seems to be in agony.

Quaraun not only feels everything BoomFuzzy feels, but he suffers through feeling him die, and then the soul bound being ripped from him, ripping his own soul apart, leaving him deranged and insane.

It's not until they realize (days later) that BoomFuzzy has died, that they realize Quaraun was soul bounded to him. It has been centuries since the Moon Elves have seen and Elf survive a damaged soul bonding and they are now terrified of what will become of Quaraun.

In a desperate attempt to save the family repetition, Quaraun's father and the King cover up everything, and force Quaraun to marry a she-Elf. Quaraun has gone completely despondent. He's not registering anything.

The Moon Elves are assuming BoomFuzzy's dead and Quaraun is just in mourning, however, BoomFuzzy is actually now a Lich and the soul bound is still there: Quaraun is now bound to a Lich. The Lich is going around the world on a killing rampage and everything the Lich does, Quaraun is seeing in his head, like he's watching a movie. He's not just seeing it, he's feeling it.


100,372 / 50,000 words.
327/ 160 pages.
Published!

Quaraun is absolutely refusing to do anything, he's just sitting there for years, silently staring off into space, not saying a word for years, and no one knows why. They don't know his soul is bound to a Lich and it's more then he's mentally or emotionally able to deal with.

All the while, he's still being teased and bullied by the other Elves, as they have done his whole life. And now he's forced into a marriage to a she-Elf that he is silently blaming on having caused BoomFuzzy's death. They have four children together, because she rapes him, which is not helping his mind.

As the 100th anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death nears, Quaraun suddenly "returns to normal" and the Moon Elves assume he's gotten over BoomFuzzy's death. 

The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley has spent the last hundred years on a rampage slaughtering millions of Elves (the reason Elves disappear and the Human race takes over the planet) and he's now chopping a bloody path back to the Moon Elf Village, and Quaraun knows this, because their souls are bound and he knows everything the Lich is doing and planning to do.

Knowing that BoomFuzzy is about to return, Quaraun murders his four children, then murders his wife, them casts a spell that poisons the entire food supply of the village resulting in everyone dying, except for his father and the king. He kills the king, declaring himself to now be king, and then kills and eats his father. And finally casts a Lich-like freeze spell on the village to make it look like a Lich killed everyone.

(All of that takes place in the volume called: BoomFuzzy.)

The Crystal Plague (The Twighlight Manor series - limited run special planet cover edition)

In the TMseries, it never says who is the mother of King Vielder and his twin brother Melaca, only that, she died in childbirth and their father was deeply distraught by her loss. The TMseries never explores this any farther.

In the Quaraun series, that will be addressed over a period of many volumes. The short of it is this: About 50 volumes into the series, Quaraun and Unicorn are going to find what they assume to be a Human baby, which they rescue (an event which results in Quaraun being critically and permanently injured and crippled) and raise, only realizing she is not a Human, after they realize they've been raising her for more then 100 years.

At this point her race is not revealed and is unknown if it ever will be (we'll see what happens when I start writing this section in more detail). As an adult the girl goes off on her own and does not return into the series, for a space of 30 or 40 years. When she does return into their lives, it results in a brief lover's triangle between Pippi, Quaraun, and Unicorn, which in turn results in her giving birth to Quaraun's twin boys Vielder and Melaca.

Crystal Elf, Empress Glacious (The Crystal Plague - The Twighlight Manor series) is of course the mother of Dr. Vangoneese and Lady Trillian.

For those who don't know the book. King Vielder and twin brother Melaca (Roderic's father), join their father, (known in the TMs book as 'The Emperor of the Triple Planets") in The Battle of Ongada, on Mt Demontooth during The Great Crystonite War, and annihilate the Crystal Elves (known as the Chrystonites), killing every last Elf in the continent with a weapon they stole from the Diontite Scientists via the Patamgin Kats. 

When they leave, while on their way back to the starship the VISION-D8, they find a lone female Chrystonite who escaped and hide in the forest. King Vielder is about to kill her but is stopped by his father, who tells his sons she reminds him of himself, when his own village had been destroyed centuries ago and he was the last survivor. The Emperor can't kill her and he won't let them kill her. Instead they take her with them, because the Emperor says as much as he hated the Liches, he had hated being abandoned and left alone in an empty village more. When she later bemoans the fact that they killed her children, the Emperor rapes her, telling her "Now you will have children again." She gives birth to the twins Gwansheese-Vangoneese and Trillain, who are the brother/sister parents of the TMseries' primary villain The Lansquin.

Quaraun does not love Empress Glacious, he simply pities her and feels guilty for having killed her family and, in his own twisted mind, felt that taking her as his wife and giving her children made up for murdering her family. He never once considers the fact that he may actually be making the situation worse. This story is going to be retold from the Emperor's (Quaraun's) point of view in "The Crystal Palace of Mount Demontooth."

So, Quaraun is gay, but had a couple of bi-sexual interludes that resulted in children, and then went back to Unicorn/ BoomFuzzy. In spite of his having fathered children, he remains with Unicorn (the resurrected BoomFuzzy) until his untimely death at the hands of his own flesh-eating house. Quaraun and Unicorn live together as a couple for just under 400 years, as Quaraun is just over 700 years old at the time of his death.










QUESTION: Is this series Hentai?

ANSWER: Yes. And No. It depends on what definition of Hentai you are using.

I'm assuming that since this is a book and you are asking, is it Hentai, that what you are actually asking, is, "is it illustrated?" or "is it manga?" If that's what you mean, then No, these are novels. There are no pictures.

I'm a bit confused by this question as MOST people inaccurately assume Hentai = animated sex. Therefore most people would not ask if a book was Hentai. I can assume you are someone who actually knows the correct and proper meaning of the word Hentai.

Yes. It is Hentai by the TRUE and ACTUAL Japanese definition of the word. However, Hentai has a completely different meaning in Japan, then it does in America.

In Japan Hentai means: bizarre sexual acts; in other words to be Hentai in Japan it has to contain things like tentacles or barbed penises or sex with trolls - things that DO NOT EXIST in reality.

Hentai means Bizarre Sex and is a sub-genre of Bizarro. when the word is used CORRECTLY, it can be applied to both animation and text and also comics.

Unfortunately, the American slang use of the word Hentai can mean anything from gay sex to annal sex to BDSM - as long as it's animated. No. No. NO! Henti doesn't mean "animated weird sex", the way Americans use the term to mean. If you can do it in real life it is NOT Hentai! And Hentai can be text or animation.

Monster Porn is Hentai, because monsters are not real, you can not have sex with monsters in real life.

However, I myself do not use the term Hentai to describe this series, because like I said, most folks think Hentai means animated sex, and to use the word Hentai here, would cause most folks to assume the books were illustrated and they are not. so, no, not Hentai, unless that's what you want to call it, they, go ahead.

Personally, I would call this Unicorn Porn and just leave it at that. Let people interpret that to mean, whatever they want it to mean.










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: I saw another author post some pretty nasty stuff about you and this series. What is that all about?

ANSWER: There are a few (rather snobby and elitist) authors who are against books featuring gay characters, Gypsy characters, and/or mentally disabled characters, and they have started a boycott of me and the Quaraun series. I wrote a detailed response about what happened, why it happened, and how I have responded to this boycott HERE.

It will take you about 4 hours to read that. If you don't have time for the full length long version, there is a shorter version HERE. (Scroll about halfway down the page to find it.)