Roderic Swanzen
Lord of The Twighlight Manor

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By Wendy C Allen
eelkat_red_scarf.jpgWendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again.

Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer

Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)

If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title.

List of the published titles still in print:

The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series

What the series is about, for those new here:

The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series. 

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.

There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...
@eelkat

health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis

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@eelkat Health update: #chickenpox #bellspalsy #RamsayHuntsyndrome #paralysis #recovery ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
@eelkat

I seem to have had another stroke (during the night while I was asleep?) #stroke #paralysis

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Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 


@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

Young Roderic
Roderic Before

The original main character of The Twighlight Manor series. The main character of Friends Are Forever: Vol. 1 of The History of The Twighlight Manor, by Wendy C. Allen.

Young Sir Roderic was the bizarre, eccentric prince of Planet Flame, during the early years of the Flamite invasion of planet Earth.

He was born Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen on October 13, 1560. Roderic is the only child to Melaca Swanzen. Melaca was a savage Flamite, the bloodthirsty twin brother of most fearsome Flamite in recorded history: King Vielder Swanzen. Melaca was a tall blue eyed, white haired, white skinned Eccrodon Flamite, known for his treachery and cruelty.

Little is known of Sir Roderic’s mother, other than that she was an unknown species, from a distant solar system on the far end of the galaxy, where she had been captured by the Royal Flamite Army during their invasion of that sector of the galaxy. She is described as being very small and very thin, with grey tinged white skin, and large black rims around her eyes. It is rumored that the Flamites decimated her home planet leaving nothing alive. Bodies of many of these creatures are stuffed and on display in Vielder’s trophy room. Roderic’s mother was kept by Melaca, and was referred to only as “Melaca’s wife”. She never learned to speak their language, and it was said that she was more a slave than a wife. She was on board the VISION~D8 when it crashed on Planet Earth, leaving the Flamites stranded here. The Flamites used the VISION~D8’s small shuttle-crafts to travel throughout the planet, but they were not able to repair the VISION~D8, and thus made Earth their new home.

Though the VISION~D8 crashed in what is now Maine, USA, Melaca and his wife were living in Transylvania at the time of Roderic’s birth. It would be upon learning of his place of birth that would later result in Sir Roderic’s belief that he was a vampire.

Though the Flamites were able to acclimate to the Earth’s climate, Melaca’s wife could not. She slower succumbed to an unknown illness, and died at The Twighlight Manor when Roderic was about three years old.

Roderic was raised by Melaca’s younger brother Gwaneesh Vangoneese Swanzen (later to be known as Dr. Vangoneese). A very small child, he grew up to be a very small man, only 5’ 5” tall. He looked remarkably like his alien mother, with his ghastly completion and black-rimmed blue eyes. He did not resemble the other Flamites, which marked him as a half-breed and an outcast. Though very intelligent, he seemed to never quite grew up, and acted always like a small child, even in adulthood. King Vielder to a liking to his brother’s son, preferring him to his own son, Talksa (whom he’d disinherited). Vielder declared Roderic his next of kin, changing his name to Sir Roderic and making him the official lawmaker of the Flamite people. From that day forth, everything Sir Roderic said or did was instantly considered law and must be obeyed. To disobey him was punishable by death.

As a young man, Sir Roderic, as did many fashionable young men at that time, developed a fond affection for elaborate clothes in the brightest shades of pink. In his early twenties he ordered clothes made by tailors from around the globe, all commissioned to sew him, elaborate tunics, jerkins, cloaks, and hose of velvets and brocades in various shades of pink, richly embroidered with blue and silver threads. Pink fashions (cut from patterns about a hundred years outdated) would become his trademark and for the next 130 years he would wear nothing but.

Young Roderic, was a financial genius, he borrowed on his inheritance, to buy out countless mines, factories, business, farms, and merchant fleets, making him the wealthiest man in the galaxy before his thirtieth birthday. He was than able to live the rest of his 500+ years, doing absolutely nothing, while his businesses ran themselves, leaving him free do whatever harebrained thing came to mind While his father Melaca and uncle Vielder were traveling the Earth collecting specimens for Vielder’s trophy room, Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen set out on his own travels, in search of culture, art, books, and things of beauty to decorate The Twighlight Manor with. In his travels he visited nearly every country on the planet, learning to read and write in 27 different languages as he did. His book collection became so large that he commissioned a new room be added to the Manor. A giant room, two stories tall and 100 feet across either side, it would eventually become known as The Twighlight Manor Library.

Though he called The Twighlight Manor his home, his visits to The Manor were rare and few. As a young man he never spent more than a few days each year there. It was during one of these infrequent visits to The Manor that he met a terribly frightened and badly beaten Sirean (mermaid) girl, named Melneeva Liore. The girl, he learned, had been captured by his father, Melaca, and was intended as a new addition to Vielder’s trophy room. Disgusted by his father’s actions and awed by the girl’s exotic beauty and fish-like features, Roderic hid her in his apartments in the West Wing of The Manor. Roderic canceled his travels and stayed at The Manor to care for the injured mermaid girl that had now mesmerized his every thought. He kept her hidden for nearly a year, before returning her to her family. Melneeva returned to the Manor a few weeks later, after the discovery that she was pregnant with Sir Roderic’s child.

The birth of their first son Vwoodell, was met with a fierce and violent confrontation between Melaca and Sir Roderic and his savage father, Melaca. Roderic suffered a cracked skull and severe brain damage as a result. He was not expected to live. Melneeva became his ever-devoted nurse for the next two years, never leaving his side. For a time he was unable to talk or move and required complete retraining in both. He never would be able to speak in a normal coherent way after this. His new found difficulty in speech would later result in deep frustration and violent outbursts of temper against those who would label him as retarded. He retained the ability to understand what was being said, but his motor skills and responsiveness was badly hampered, making it seem to others as though he could neither understand nor comprehend what was going on around him.

Though Melneeva and Dr. Vangoneese did everything they could to help him, it was clear, upon his recovery, that the happy bubbly Sir Roderic was gone, replaced by the now paranoid and temperamental mad-man. Over the next 40 years, Roderic would begin developing increasingly more paranoid delusions that The Twighlight Manor was alive and was eating its inhabitants.

Though there were other children, only four survived infancy, the second being Kramer Heinrich, born a few years after Vwoodell. Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen seemed not to care about, nor even notice the existence of his children. His mind was closing ever inward, as his obsession with The Twighlight Manor being cursed, grew worse. In spite of Lady Melneeva’s enduring care, Sir Roderic’s insanity was growing worse as each year went by. In frustration over her husband’s growing madness, Lady Melneeva sought the affection of Sir Roderic’s caretaker Dr. Vangoneese. The affair was short lived, and only served to pit Roderic’s anger against his wife, further fueling his already violent fits of paranoia.

Several years passed, since Roderic’s change. His sons, Vwoodell and Kramer, now young men, had left home. Vwoodell to become a crime lord, and Kramer to follow in the path of the Damballah Wedo cult leader, The Lansquin. Melneeva began to spend more time away from The Manor, spending long weeks with The Lansquin himself, at his white marble mansion 300 miles away in the tiny backwoods town of White Rock. Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen, turned a blind eye to Melneeva’s increased absence, and set about to studying this new cult that was sweeping over the area.

Though never again unfaithful to Roderic, Melneeva’s time spent with The Lansquin was brought to question when she became pregnant with Sir Roderic’s third son, Razzbury. Remembering her past affair with Dr. Vangoneese, Roderic accused Melneeva of unfaithfulness yet again and refused to believe her innocence or acknowledge Razz as being his son. The result was a lifelong bitter hatred for his son Razz and the beginning of a plot to destroy The Lansquin. To spite Melneeva, Roderic married his second wife, Ouintanga Kracov. Melneeva and Ouintanga were ever at each other’s throats.

To seek revenge on Sir Roderic for taking a second wife and The Lansquin for not defending her honor, Melneeva set out to destroy Sir Roderic financially and pin it on The Lansquin.

Knowing that The Lansquin would stop at nothing to get his hands on the Blood Star Ruby, Melneeva tricked him into an agreement. The Lansquin, however, was far more devious than Melneeva had believed, knowing of Melneeva’s trap, had set up a trap of his own

On September 23, 1664, arrived a large floor clock and Eggneesa (the giant pipe organ) to the Manor. Beyond the arrival of these two objects, the events of that day were a murky and blurred mess, retold by all who were there, in markedly different ways. Each witness telling a story far different from every other witness. What actually happened that day remains a mystery, save for these facts, in which all accounts agreed:

      1.) Melneeva, at the time 6 months pregnant, began to fight with Ouintanga over the exhorbate cost of the pipe organ.

      2.) Ouintanga went to Sir Roderic, pleaded for him to force Melneeva to return the organ.

      3.) Melneeva, attacked Ouintanga intending to kill her, before she could tell Sir Roderic why the organ should be returned.

      4.) Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen tried to separate the two women.

      5.) Melneeva fell from the third floor balcony, down two floors to her death.



What exactly happened, remains unknown. Some point to accusing finger of murder at Sir Roderic, claiming he threw her off the balcony. Others say that Melaca had intervened and had thrown her. Some say that she simply slipped and fell. In any case, Melneeva fell from the third floor, down to the first floor. She never woke up, and died a few hours later. Of the unborn twins she was carrying: one died with her; the other, an alarmingly small fish-like creature survived, and was named by Roderic: Etiole de Blue be Azure. Etiole would forever be thought of by Sir Roderic as “his baby“, becoming the only thing of any importance to him from that point on.

Devastated and heartbroken over the loss of his beloved Lady Melneeva, Sir Roderic retreated into the heart of The Twighlight Manor, rarely to be seen by anyone again, leaving only to morn at her tomb in Crystal Caves. Roderic's madness was greatly intensified by Melneeva's death, for he now believed that The Twighlight Manor itself had murdered her.

Fourteen years after Melneeva’s death, King Vielder died, and Sir Roderic inherited The Twighlight Manor. Earlier that same years Violet ran away from home, he was soon followed by Razz. Sir Roderic now alone in the Manor, began to wear black and lived in the terrifying world his mind was creating for him.

The Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen that was found 5 years later, by his cousin Al~Keeme, bore no resemblance to the lavish pink clad Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen that once was. Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen had now become the dangerous raving madman who answered to the name of Rod Lincoln, Lord of the Manor. And so came the end of the era of the young Sir Roderic, eccentric prince and the start of the era of the old Sir Roderic, Lord of the Twighlight Manor.


Older Roderic
Elderly Roderic
Roderic After

One of the four original characters, along with EelKat, Emperor Blue, and The Goldeneagle, created in 1978. Rod Lincoln was created for the very first Twighlight Manor story "Friends Are Forever" in its original 1978 first edition version. Originally the main character, Roderic's extreme manic mental instability lead to his being used less and less often, resulting in his youngest son Etiole (originally known as Captain Goldeneagle) to take the staring role as main character of The Twighlight Manor series.

Sir Roderic Lincaldonia Swanzen was born on October 13, 1560. He is the only child of King Vielder Swanzen's twin brother Melaca Swanzen, by a mother of unknown heritage, from an unknown sector of the galaxy.

Roderic has four sons by his first wife the salt-water-siren Lady Melneeva Liore. They are Vwoodell, Kramer Heinrich, Razzbury, and Etiole de Blue de Azure.

The young prince of the Flamite Empire, was a bold and extravagant man, known for his wild ways, and eccentric cloths. Sir Roderic wore one color and one color only: bright eye popping pink, with rich blue embroidery.

Travel and culture was his passion. He set out to collect every book in the world, building the massive library collection of The Twighlight Manor. In his travels he learned to speak 26 languages.

For a time he lived in Carpathia. Somehow on this trip, he convinced himself he was a vampire and developed a dread fear of werewolves, though no one was ever able to explain how this had come about. These were the first early signs that Roderic was slowly loosing his mind.

Shortly after the birth of his first son, Vwoodell, Sir Roderic suffered a blow to the head that left his brain permanently damaged. It was several years before he learned to speak again, but his speech was badly hampered and very slow. His response time to a question, can be several minutes, to several hours from the time the question was asked. While Melneeva was alive, Roderic was generally peaceful. Temperamental, but easily quieted.

Hours after the birth of their youngest son Etiole, Lady Melneeva died. Having no real concept of death and no one patient enough to explain it too him, Roderic convinced himself that his house, his beloved Twighlight Manor, had eaten his wife.

As the years passed, Roderic became more and more moody, retreating farther into the depths of the Manor, speaking ever more of ghosts, haunting, and telling everyone he met that his house was a living being bent on eating all who dared enter.

Cut off from the world and in complete isolation, Roderic, became a wildly violent and dangerous man, suspicious of every one and believing everything to be around for the sole purpose of attempting to kill him. Madness overtook him and his once magnificent Twighlight Manor, began to crumble into ruins around him.

Several various members of his family, one by one moved back to the Manor to help in it's upkeep and to watch over the now very ancient 450 year old Roderic.

By the 1980's Roderic had lost all semblense of the bright and colorful young prince, and was now an elderly man cloaked in blackness and insanity.

In 1984, after nearly 200 years in hiding, the Red-Dragon made his grand re-entrance into the lives of the inhabitants of the Manor. This time he did the one thing no one had ever dared attempt: kill Sir Roderic. His plan was upset by the addition of 2 unexpected guests visiting the Manor: Micha and the Major Tasha. While Micha survived unharmed, the Major Tasha was slaughtered, and Sir Roderic left marred and crippled, losing both of his hands and most of the left side of his face. His hands were replaced with knife-like metal claws.

Depressed, Roderic shed the last element that connected him to being Sir Roderic, changing his name to Lincoln, and locking himself in his room on the third floor of the Manor. Roderic now believes without a doubt that his house to be alive, an evil entity that eats people and fears to leave his room for fear that the Manor well eat him. Too many years living in The Twighlight Manor have driven him insane, or maybe it was too many years of living amongst humans.

When asked Roderic says:

      My favorite color is pink.
      My second favorite color is blue.
      My favorite place to walk is The Twighlight Forest.
      My favorite view is the rocky coast of Maine.
      My favorite trees are white pines.
      My favorite flowers are the pink roses that grow on the beach.
      My favorite car is a 1917 Lincoln.

This article was originally written on: September 23, 2005

This page last updated on: October 31, 2013

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I am currently moving all 6,000 questions&answer articles to this site one page at a time, at a rate of about 4 to 7 new pages being added each day, so be patient. Not all links are yet clickable. This process started on September 2, 2013 and will be ongoing at least through to January 2014. (And it may be well into 2017 before all 6,000 pages will be back online if I continue at this rate of 5 a day.)


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It is no secret that Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen, owner of The Twighlight Manor, is my favorite character, and you don't have to read very many blog posts, articles, site pages, etc to realize, I talk about him A LOT. While you see him mentioned in passing on just about every page on this site, there are some pages where I go into vast detail about his life. I am going to make a list of them all and tack it to the end of each of those pages, to make it easier for readers to find them all. And here they are:

Roderic Swanzen

Developing Character Backgrounds

Using a Character with a Mental Illness

But Is It Erotica?

Toilets in Fiction

Twighlight NOT Twilight!

Mental Illness in Fiction

Incest In Fiction

Mute Characters

Characters With Disabilities

NaNoWriMo: How Do You Pick Which Story to Write?

Enhance Your Creativity To Become a Better Writer

Fantasy World Building





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Wheelchair Fundraiser

@eelkat

i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why?

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@eelkat

since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026. EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car! FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop?

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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....

... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.

While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since.

The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.

She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.

The attack also triggered labour.

My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.

The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.

The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.

Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.

Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.

Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.

Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

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

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

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

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.

Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.

Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.

Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.

In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.

Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.

But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.

I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.

Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.

Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.

I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.

My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.

Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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