November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
My Son Was Murdered, The Killer Walks Free, Your Child Could Be Next!
FAQ: What are the most visited pages on this website and how many visits do they get?
Several years ago, I wrote an article on how to write different types of magic uses, or rather how I personally write various types of magic users within the context of my Quaraun books. Today that page is one of my top ten most visited articles. It gets 50 to 500 views/reads/hits/visits per day depending on the time of the years and has had over 200k visits total since it was published.
Amphibious Aliens: Debunking The Atwater Family's Alien Abduction Hoax with more then 30MILLION reads since 2007 and The GoldenEagle: Debunking Stephen King's World's Most Haunted Car Hoax with over tenMILLION reads since 2007 still rank as the two most visited articles on my website, but, neither of those are writing related.
Writing Medieval Servants is my most visited writing related article with over 7MILLION reads.
The most requested, but apparently not so easy to find writing article is EelKat's Park Bench Method To Writing (you have to scroll half way down the page to find it. It's after the list of writing prompts). The name of the page is NOT "EelKat's Park Bench Method of Writing" which is why you guys have so much trouble finding it, LOL!)
This website was started in 1996 and has 1 to 3 new articles (all written by me, I am the only writer on this site) published almost daily. In 2017 we crossed ten thousand articles published. As of 2023, EACH article gets MINIMUM 10 to 70 reads PER DAY, with the high traffic articles getting 500+ reads per day.
And since December 2019, my website now gets three hundred thousand to 7 million reads per month - well over ONE HUNDRED MILLION PAGE READS PER YEAR, making it not only the single most trafficked site in the State of Maine, but also one of the most visited websites in ALL OF NEW ENGLAND!
{{{HUGS}}} Thank you to all my readers for making this possible!
I'm going to place a warning on this page, that it is of a triggering and mature nature and the content of this page may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18, so continue reading at your own risk. Thank you.
"Am I too young to write it?" is one of the most common questions I get asked. Young adults, teens, preteens, and even kids enjoy writing. Many have high hopes of writing a novel and getting it published, and most of them worry that no one will take them seriously as a author, because of their age.
Because my answers to this oft repeated question are often nearly the same or very similar, I am going to compile together on one page several of these questions along with my answers to them.
Enjoy!
This is one that, never got approved for publication on Squidoo, so most of you have never seen it before. One of the longest answers I ever wrote, to a question sent to me by a 9/11 survivor who wanted to know if she was too young to write about the gruesomeness she had witness at ground zero...
"Can I write this? Or is it inappropriate for my age? I'm a 13 year old female. I just got a story idea, about war that tears apart a country (that is yet to be named.) Oh and it takes place in the future. This idea was HEAVILY inspired by yesterday, which was 9/11...(child witnesses horrific death of family member during 9/11 ... details of story removed)... Would my parents get mad at me for writing this? And make me take it out of the story because of how gruesome and horrific it is?"
Are you too young to write the story that's been floating around inside your head?
Well, perhaps we should take a look at my Twighlight Manor Series and ask if a kid was too young to write a book that has a M Rated label slapped on it's cover, and bookstores won't let readers buy unless they can prove they are over 21 years of age.
Guess what? While readers have to be 21 or older to buy The Twighlight Manor series, the author who wrote it was only 14 years old. A 14 year old is waaaaay too young to read these stories and yet the stories themselves were written by a 14 year old. Was I too young to write them? Maybe. But than again, how in the heck does a 14 year old come to write something they are too young to even read?
I started writing as a kid. By age 8 I was already a multi-published author. Granted my early stories were 16 page short stories for kids. However at age 14, I learned about 2 things: That Dracula was a real person named Vlad Tempe Dracul and he murdered hundred of people in his mountain top castle during the 1400s; AND that the Spanish Inquisition happened and they had the utterly most fascinating ways of killing people. I also meet a local person who had been spent a lifetime collecting Jack the Ripper memorabilia and had actual books and diaries owned by Jack the Ripper, which I got a chance to read and really get an inside look into the mind of a killer.
That same year I discovered Edgar Alan Poe's Tell-Tale Heart and Murders at Rue Morge, and instantly fell in love with gory grizzly horror. Well than I just had to go watch the Vincent Price/Edgar Allan Poe movies and fell in love with House of Usher and Pit and the Pendulum.
In the decades since than I have amassed a huge collection of articles, reports, journals, and books on serial killers, mass murderers, cannibals, and their kin. I've cataloged massive databases of every method and implement of torture ever invented and I've used them all in the Twighlight Manor series at one point or another. One of the major complaints people have with the series is that there is so little actual plot or story behind it, with it seeming to be nothing but one murder after another told in horribly graphic detail.
Of course I did have a reason for going out and actively looking for this kind of information. See at age 14 I had witnesses my 5 best friends murdered by being tortured to death, via dissection. Ever watch someone dissected alive? It's not pretty. Ever have to sit and wait while your friends get chopped to pieces, knowing you're next? Not fun. Believe me. It messes with your head. Big time. Most people will tell you I never fully mentally recovered from this.
The timing was bad here. Or maybe it was good? Who knows. Depends on how you look at it. The thing was I had eariler that same year witnessed my best friends murdered. Five of them. One had her leg ripped off and her intestines pulled out, slit open and her breakfast flung out on the ground. The next two years of my life were spent in and out of court as I was the only surviving witness. Death and especially murder became a glaring focus in my life. I took to going out of my way to research serial killers in an attempt to understand why people do such horrible things and why did Lisa Bolduc do the horrible things she did to my friends?
If you read my early stories you see talking cats and puppies, flower fairies, happy little gnomes, and flying talking cars. Happy children's fantasies, which had been heavily inspired by Disney movies and Disney comic books. Two major inspirations for what I wrote those early years was: Herbie The LoveBug and The Cat From Outer Space.
Than at age 14, it was all blood, guts, and gore, followed by more blood, guts, and gore. Characters that once wielded magic wands, suddenly were wielding axes. It was a dramatic change.
I was inspired by Poe's chopped up bodies under the floor boards, Roderic Usher's delusions that his house was hell bent on killing him, and wondered: Well what if Roderic Usher lived in Vlad the Impaler's castle during the Spanish Inquisition? I was a morbid kid, I know, however there was a reason behind my sudden obsession with death and murder and people who did terrible senseless things to other people, after all I had to find a way to come to terms with my 5 friends being chopped up, and the fact that the only reason I wasn't chopped up with them was because my dad walked in on this whole thing, grabbed Lisa by the neck and didn't let her go until the police arrived, and than I couldn't just move on, no ...
I had to sit in courtrooms day after day after week after week, with the horrors of what happened being shoved in my face by scary men in suits yelling in front of a scary guy in a black dress glaring down at us from pulpit, all the while being surrounded by lots of people piled in the seats behind us, and reporters with microphones and cameras.
Here I was a kid with Autism, the only witness to a mass murder, and being yelled at up one side and down the other by more strangers than I could count. My solution was to sit down on the floor in front of the judge and start scribbling furiously in a notebook, in a mad attempt to block out the noise and flashing lights. I also stopped talking and would not speak again for another 15 years. That is how I came to write The Twighlight Manor series.
Was I too young to write the Twighlight Manor series in all it's sex filled bloody glory? Well, maybe the question SHOULD be: was I too young to witness my 5 friends being dissected alive in front of me and than expected NOT to end up writing something as horrific as Friends Are Forever, A Tale of The Twighlight Manor? I mean, come on - look at the frigging title of the book: Friends Are Forever.
Any guesses how I thought that up? My five best friends were murdered days before I write a book called Friends Are Forever, a book about people getting murdered and the only guy left standing alive going bonkers at being left alone while everyone else died together? Yeah. Wonder how I thought THAT up at 14 years old. *seething sarcasm*
In a matter of days I wrote a novel (most of it written in the courthouse) about a guy named Roderic who lived in a haunted house that was possessing him to kill people. It was a small success and the fans it gained were soon asking for more stories about this guy. Before I knew it I was writing a series of short stories for underground pulp magazines. Most readers were stunned when they later found out it was written by a 14 year old girl. Why? Because in addition to nearly a dozen graphically detailed murders (involving torture, dissection, and disembowelment) there was also a graphically detailed sex scene in every chapter, including 2 gang rapes of minors.
I became an author known for writing what I know, and having been the only survivor of a mass murder, I knew some pretty awful things and had an uncompared ability to describe in detail what ACTUALLY happens to the human body as it is being cut up and diced apart, seeing as I had been forced to sit and watch this happen to my 5 friends that summer so long ago. I didn't have to guess and imagine or ask the question "I wonder what happens to a person when you do this to them?" because I knew from first hand experience what happens. It is these vividly detailed and glaringly accurate descriptions of the murders which is why many bookstores will not carry my books for sale, and why many readers find it difficult to read more than 1 or 2 of my stories. A common complaint from readers is that The Twighlight Manor series is not just horrific, it's down right stomach turning.
People would write to me with angry complaints saying that I ought to be in prison for writing such monstrosities. I've been told by readers I ought to be shot, ought to be locked up, ought to be institutionalized, ought to have my head examined, ought to have my kids taken away, blah, blah, blah. I'd write back to them explaining I was the kid who they saw in the media about the court trail and I was simply rewriting what I had seen the day my friends were murdered. They'd be flabbergasted and stunned, write back again saying they thought the author had to be some dirty old perverted man in his 60s, and they were stunned to learn I was a 14 year old female.
Fact of the matter is I was sitting in court day after day, with lawyers making me repeat over and over again what I saw in as much detail as possible, and all I wanted to do was forget what I had seen, but by 6 months of court trail it was branded into my brain so deep by being forced to repeat it so many times that I couldn't get it out of my head anymore and the only way I could sleep at night was if I sat down and wrote about it before going to bed. Thus it became a habit for me to write horrifically bloody stories before bed every night as a way to empty my brain so I could sleep without being plagued by nightmares.
Funny thing was, it wasn't until nearly 20 years later, that my (highly religious, super christian) parents found out what I was writing. They had hysterics, but by that time I was well into my 30s, had published 30 more books and 200+short stories all based on continuing the first one in it's mindless trail of sex, gore, and bloody bodies.
I knew when I was first writing these things as a teen, that my parents would flip out if they ever read what I was writing, however, I also knew that they were so caught up in 5 hour church meetings each Sunday, 3 hour church meeting each of all 5 week nights, prayer services, tent revivals, etc, that they never had the time to sit down and even look at what I was actually writing.
My parents answer to everything was "Ignore your problems and praise the Lord. And if you have any troubles in life, it's because you aren't praising the Lord loudly enough or sincerely enough so get on your knees and beg forgiveness than praise the Lord even louder."
I sometimes wonder if it was because they were so overblown super religious that perhaps that had something to do with why my books were so far in the exact opposite direction?
Once in a while they'd ask what my books were about and I'd say "It's the continuing story of a guy who loved his wife so much that when she died he locked himself away in a castle."
Which was true. I left out the part that he was killing and often eating everybody that set foot in said castle. I was always terrified they would ask to read one, but they never did. My parents, translated my answer to mean I was rewriting Disney Princess stories. No clue how they came to think that, but that's what they used to tell folks "Oh she loves them Disney Princesses, can't stop writing about them."
Well, I did love Disney Princesses, I mean I do wear prom dresses and wedding gowns all day every day for the past, oh, I don't know every day since the day my friends were murdered. *shrug*
That was the last day I wore pants. I was wearing a pink sweater and aciid washed carpi blue jeans. I still have them. Never washed them after that day either. Brown, stiff, and smell like rotted chicken. I was covered in blood head to toe. took days to get the globulated chunks of blood and flesh out of my hair. I'm only alive because my best friend threw himself between me and Lisa, which resulted in her snapping his spine.
About a month before that happened I had sewn a dress for The Green and Gold Ball, which the Mormon Church holds every year. Gorgeous turquoise blue ball gown of taffeta. I changed into that, wore it for weeks, until Halloween, than I changed into a poodle skirt and 50s jacket, wore that for months, until I passed the Salvation Army one day, saw a $5 wedding dress, all sequins, bought that wore it for months.
I haven't worn "normal" cloths since the day my five friends were murdered. Just kept sewing new prom dresses, buying more wedding gowns. Than my grandmother went to Japan, brought back a kimono, next thing I know I'm living in kimono, collecting more and more of them.
That's how people came to falsely assume I was obsessed with Disney Princesses.
No. Fact is I was trying to forget the blood on my cloths that wouldn't wash out and even today 30 years later I am unable to see "normal cloths" and no be reminded of the events of that day.
But here I am getting side tracked. You want to know if being a 13 year old who witnessed your family obliterated on the sidewalk as they came falling out of the Twin Towers if you are too young to write about what happened to you?
No. You most certainly are not too young to write about it if you witnessed it. By all means write. It may very well be the only thing that saves your sanity.
Would I advise other teens to do the same? Yeah, probably. Mostly because I know had an adult told me not to do something, that would be the thing I'd do more than ever, so it's somewhat pointless not to tell teens not to do something. I also know that you can't always rely on adults to be there for you during hard times. and hell, haven't you been through enough without adults coming along and telling you that you are too young to write about things you had no control over being forced to be a witness to?
If the story is stuck in your head, than you are not too young to write it. If you don't write it, it's going to needle you like crazy until you just write it down.
If it's in your head, than it's in your head and there's nothing you can do about it.
No one can tell you it's inappropriate to write if you are already thinking it anyways. It's not like disallowing you from writing it is going to stop you from thinking it. My feelings on the matter is if you are not too young to think it, than you are not too young to write it.
Your story is dealing with things which children do see quiet often. Sad but true. You are dealing with stuff you're family actually faced seeing. The 9/11 attacks were horrific. You have every right to feel deeply effected by what happened. You have every right to feel the need to tell others how you feel. Writing a story about a kid who sees his family brutally exploded to pieces as they fall from the toppling tower and splatter on the ground, yes is horrific, but if it's what you know, than write it.
Children see family members killed in house fires every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?
Preteens see family members killed in car accidents every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?
Teenagers see family members killed in drive by shootings every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?
Children see people killed in tornadoes every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?
Preteens see people killed in hurricanes every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?
Teens see people killed in earthquakes every day. Are they too young to write the story about the horrible things they witnessed?
You know what the answer here is?
No!
No!
No!
Hell no!
Why?
I'll tell you why! Because for these kids the best thing they can do is to write about what happened to them. It might just keep them alive. Thet saw very traumatic things and some times writing about it is the only way they are going to be able to cope with it.
You are not too young to write about your life.
No one is ever too young to write about their life.
Never, ever, ever listen to ANYONE who tells you that you are too young to write about ANYTHING that has ever happened to you. EVER!
No you are not too young to write about an experience that happened to you, no matter how horrible that experience is. It's your life, your experience, you lived it, it's stuck in your head, you have to live with that, and no one has the right to tell you not to write about your own personal life experiences. So what if you're only 13 years old? Who cares. It doesn't matter if you were 13 or 30, it happened to you, you are the one who has to live with that, you are the one who has to deal with what you saw, you are the one who has to find a way to keep going forward in life, and if writing a novel based on what you saw is the answer, than so be it.
Will your parents get mad? No idea. I don't know your parents. My parents would find your story incredibly vulgar. Me I wouldn't stop my own kids if they were writing it. It all depends on the individual in question. Every parents is going to be different. It's up to you to decide if your parents will get upset or not, it's up to you to decide if you should ask their permission to write it or not.
I will point out one final thing. Your grammar, voice, etc, which you used in your question DO NOT sound like a 13 year old and that is a big point in your advantage. It sounds like an adult. The grammar is correct, typos and spelling errors are almost nonexistent, punctuation is good. Had you not said you were 13 in your question I would have guessed you an English Professor in their 40s, based on your grammar skills alone.
Most questions I receive (from adults, teens, and kids) are sorely lacking in even the most basic of grammar skills. I'm not talking lacking in college level or even high school level grammar, but lacking in simple 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade level grammar. Half the questions I receive I don't answer because I can't make heads or tails of what in the heck the asker is even trying to say. The grammar of the average question asker is unbelievably atrocious.
For example:
i like writ a book like u no but i whant git poblishid so need u help
Can you read that? What the heck does it say? I have no clue what this question was asking. I assume they were trying to tell me they wrote a book and wanted advice on how to publish it, but, damn, if they can't even write a question legibly how in the heck do they think they'll get published?
Don't laugh and say it must be a fluke. It's not. About 8 in every 10 questions I receive reads like this. 80% of the questions people ask me, go unanswered simply because I can't read the question. They make no attempt at spelling, capitalization, punctuation, subject/verb agreement, or just plain trying to make sense at all.Sad thing is most of these sort of questions are coming to me from adults: people over 21 years old. Questions I get from kids and teens have far fewer grammar errors in them.
My question to these people is, if you can't even write a single sentence question legibly, how in the heck do you think you can write 200 pages worth of sentences to form a book manuscript?
Well, that is why in answering your question here, I had to point out that you have a really big talent at writing legible grammar, and that is going to put you light years ahead of other hopeful-authors. Remember, when you send your manuscript to a publisher, they have no idea how old you are, all they care about is one thing and one thing only: how well you obey spelling, punctuation, and grammar rules.
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Evil men go out of their way to try to drive a person to suicide.
Are you an evil man?
Are you sure you're not?
How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?
Next time you go to do a mean thing to a fellow human, stop and really think about the consequences of your actions.
Did you ever notice how every one has a story to tell about me, yet not one of them ever speaks the truth?
What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?
Did you know...
October 16, 2006, bomb blew up my house because of YOUR lies.
August 8, 2013, the house which replaced the one the bomb blew up, was driven over by a backhoe.
November 14, 2013, my 8 month old infant son was murdered because of your lies.
November 14, 2013, I was beaten up, paralized for 5 months, spent 18 weeks relearning to walk, I'm now crippled for the rest of my life, because of YOUR lies.
Are you proud of what you have done?
Enjoy your eternity in Hell. You earned it. You've certainly worked hard for it.
~EelKat
If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them. https://www.eelkat.com/Never-Forget.html
UPDATE to add answer to question:
No. I am legally blind. I have been since I was 4 years old. I can not see what she looks like. I go by sound of voice and body smell to identify people. For what someone looks like I have to go by what others tell me. Like I said, I've never seen the woman who attacks, as she clearly knows I am legally blind and stays over 4 feet away from me.
A person has to be closer than four feet from me in order for me to even make out the blur outline of their body shape/height/weight. But in order for ne to see their face they must have their face closer the EIGHT INCHES.
It's why I CAN identify the Claire woman and the Kendra woman who murdered my son, if anyone ever finds them and gets them in a line-up, I would be able to pick them out, but why I can not identify this weird crazy woman who shows up at the Biddeford apartment and stand yelling on the front porch and killed my dog Mickey in June 2023, and tried to kill me by poisoning my pizza at Round 1, while running around the restaurant screaming the same way she does here.
I can identify her voice and her laugh and her smell, its a very "Minnie Mouse type" high pitch shrieking with a megaphone style booming cackle laugh. And she smells really strong of alcohol drinks but I don't know what type as I am a Mormon and I don't know them. She also has a weird "rotting cat pee mixed with burned cotton candy smell" to her, which I am told by police, sounds like I am trying to describe a mix of "crack and weed" which the police said is some type of drug, but again, I'm a Mormon so I do not know those things. According to witnesses she is very fat, According to both my mother and my father she is well over 300lbs. Around twenty different people said she has "Shirley Temple Sausage curls" hair, while nearly a dozen other people said she has red curly hair, and several more people described her with straight purple hair, while some described her as wearing a "pulp fiction uma thurman wig".
In total well over a hundred people have come forward citing that she shows up on their porch and starts yell at them, and always starts out with some kind of "I got to warn you about EelKat and her demons" rant. They always describe her as "fat", "morbidly obeses", some say "200lbs" others say "300lbs". Some say she is in her 30s others say she is in her 40s. None of them know who she is, they all say she is a total stranger to them and they also all say, they had no idea who I was either.
They come to my apartment, they said, to tell me what she is doing, each of them saying they found out where I was because she told them my address, and they came over to tell me that she was doxxing my family. These people are always citing that they live in the Cutt St/Main street/May St/South St area, all of them saying they live within 3 or 4 blocks of me and that she walks to their buildings, they never see a car. My Biddeford apartment is 409 Main Street and she has shown up here daily from November 21, 2021 (the same day Etiole was shot; he says by her) until May 17, 2022. After May 2022, she showed up every holiday and every weekend, but no longer every day.
Today is the 12th of November 2023 and she has already been here 4 times this month. At the same time, people around the Portland Ave and Cascade area of Old Orchard, are also arriving saying the same things, but about a man. They cite a white haired man, very skinny, rather short, around 5'6", around 70, is going driveway to driveway, parking a big Power Wagon sized Dodge Ram pickup truck across their driveway, then getting out, waving a rifle over his head, and yell up at their house ALSO saying he is there to "warn you about EelKat and her aliens".
The two are believed to be grandfather/granddaughter, and FBI suspects they are the husband and granddaughter of the mystery "Claire" woman who murdered my son. They believe, that the homeless man who was murdered November 19, 2021, DID in fact know who the "Claire" woman who murdered my son was, and they believe this white haired man and woman who screams from porches are the ones who killed the homeless man, seeing how, he showed up on the 7 year anniversary of my son's murder, asking for the FBI phone number, claiming he knew who the woman who murdered my son was, but 5 days later he was murdered before he got a chance to talk to the FBI (the federal building in Portland was closed for the holiday week and the homeless man died before they reopened).
These 2, the white haired man and younger woman both showed up November 21, 2021, 2 days after the November 19, 2021 murder of the homeless man, who was murdered in the backyard of my Biddeford apartment, by the way, that week our building was yellow taped and crawling with police, that's why they were picking up the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of chopped up pieces of the homeless man, which took them 3 days to find all of him. The FBI believes the homeless man was killed by someone who did not want him to identify my son's murderer... this homeless man's death is WHY my son's cold case, was reopened and the FBI once again here asking all the neighbors for leads.
The FBI believes that the reason these two are hyper going from house to house all around me (I have 2 addresses: 409 Main Street Biddeford and 146 Portland Ave, Old Orcharch; and they are going up and down both streets and all side streets off of both streets), trying to spread slanderous rumors about me, most of the rumors involving some gibberish about demons, aliens, haunted cats, kidnapped cats, schizophrenia, and tons of other similar outright gibbering insanity.
The FBI believes they are spreading their wild gibbering slander in a weird attempt to get witness to NOT come forward with information about my son's murder. This in turn has led the FBI to believe that SOMEONE NEAR BY IS a witness to my son's murder and is scared of these two people. It is believed that this weird smear slander campaign these two are doing, is a direct fear tactic aimed at terrorizing someone they know to be a witness.
These two are bullying and harassing my family on extreme and outlandish levels. The whole thing is very bizarre, and if this woman had NOT started running her gossiping, busy body, slandering mout h off on every front porch in the area, my son's murder investigation would NOT have been reopened.
The thing is, for 7 years, from 2013 to 2021, there were ZERO leads.
The mystery homeless man who showed up on the 7 year anniversary, was the first time anyone came forward claiming to know who the murderer was, but he was murdered 5 days later, and 2 days after that these 2 showed up with their wild tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, etc.
Interestingly, at the same time, YouTube got flooded with HUNDREDS of deep fake "Golden Eagle Haunted Car" AI generated videos, alongside TENS OF THOUSANDS of weird "anti-EelKat" Reddit posts spread across well over a hundred Reddit accounts. Which in turn caused my website to have a MEGA massive increase in traffic - with now over a million users per month, searching Google for the term "EelKat golden Eagle Ghost Car Wendy Allen Demon Car" (the keyword that Google Analytics says has sent the most traffic to my website since November 2021). In their weird slander attempt, and in making all these weird deep fake videos, and in posting all those weird Reddit posts, they have had an unexpected side effect of RAISING AWARENESS to my son's murder, by sending millions of people to my website.
I don't do any marketing or promoting of my website, there is the URL painted on my car and the link from my FaceBook profile, together those each around two thousand people.
This weird smear campaign these 2 have done since November 2021, has had a HUGE impact on traffic to my website. HUGE. With my site going from 10k average monthly visitors to over SEVEN MILLION average monthly visitors.
This woman and the white haired man, in their mega hyper attempts to slander men, inadvertently caused people to start direct typing the word "EelKat" into Google search engine, which of course cause Google to give them eelkat.com as a search result. In their attempt to BURY all thoughts of my son's murder, by trying to spread crazy rumors about me, they instead caused the page about my son's murder to receive an average of over ONE MILLION NEW USERS visiting it, EACH MONTH since they stated yelling from porches around Biddeford in November 2021.
Which in turn has also lead to more than one thousand people calling the police and FBI giving tips about my son's murder.
So, in their attempt to make me look crazy, all they did was make themselves look very, very, VERY guilty, while spreading awareness about my son's murder to people who, before these two arrived on porched in Biddeford and Old Orchard, were unaware of my son's murder.
But no, back to your question, I've never seen either of these two. I'm blind, remember? Blind since I was 4 years old. Blind from being beaten in the face with a limb from a pine tree. I have been blind for five decades.
And no, I've never spoken with either of them. I'm mute, remember? My jaw was fused shut, from the bone growing back wrong, after being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, when I was 14 years old. I have been mute for four decades. I was 42 years old when doctors discovered I was not born mute, but was forcable made mute by "medical augmentation" aka torture. In June 2016, I had surgery to allow me to open my jaw properly for the first time in 40 years, but four decades mute, meant my vocal cords never grew properly, never received conditioning, and now today, I still can not speak properly, my voice is barely a whisper, IF I can even form vocalizations at all, which usually I can not. Because of this I have no physical ability to raise my voice at all, I can not scream or yell at all, I am physically, medically incapable of getting my voice to be anything other then a whisper, and even that causes searing pain, resulting in I don't bother trying to speak.
And no, I've not had contact with anyone. From 1983 until 2006 I was locked in a rusted racoon trap cage in a wood shed "room", and there were only 7 people who ever checked in on me that entire time, and they only did that once a week. Needless to say I never went to school. I had a typewriter, and my grandmother brought paper each week. I became very good at typing, because for 27 years, I had nothing else to do.
October 2006 a bomb blew up that house. I almost died. Someone put the bomb in that "room" while I was asleep. From 2006 to 2015, I lived under a 8x9 tarp at the back of that wood shed.
Out of the entire of my more then five decades of life, I have only had contact with Humans for three years. From October 2010 to November 2013.
In October 2010 I went to the Old Orchard Beach High School and got my GED after 3 weeks of night classes. I got a ride to the DMV and got my driver's permit. Then I enrolled in two colleges York County Community College and Southern Maine Community College, taking five classes per semester. I could not enroll as a degree student because I do not know how to count or tell time or read clocks or calendars or do maths.
At SMCC, three professors (Andrew Parker, Robert Vettes, and Chris M) attempted to teach me how to speak. The SMCC student counselor brought in social workers and a state psychologist who diagnosed me as "a feral child" and stated I had no social skills on any level whatsoever due to what they termed "the most horrific case of child abuse and neglect ever seen in Maine history". They found my not knowing about things like eating utensils, bathing, or communicating verbally to be the worst case of "feral childism" in modern history.
A team of psychiatrists were brought to the college, over a dozen of the world's top child behavior specialists from countries all over the world: to do a study on the "training of a feral child" and to make "attempts to intergrade a feral child into modern American society". They called me an anomaly and a "once in a hundred years chance of a lifetime study subject".
Four of them predicted I would: never drive a car, never learn to talk, never make a single friend, never learn to interact with Humans, never learn to eat with a fork, and never learn math.
I became the "test subject" of more then a dozen "feral child studied" which lasted my entire time at college, and ended abruptly November 14, 2013, when a mystery woman who identified herself as "Claire" attacked with a golf club, murdering my baby and leaving me with a broken spine and paralyzed legs.
Even before I became bedridden in 2013, I could not walk unaided. My hip was stabbed with a foundation rod, that was driven through my right hip and out my left thigh. My Uncle Bruce did that when I was 4 years old. I've struggled to even stand, let alone walk, since I was FOUR years old. So being crippled, unable to walk, was not new. But my whole life, it was my hips, and now it is my spine, and a severed nerve bundle in my spinal column.
Since November 2013 I have been bedridden, and the ONLY way you can talk to me or see me is to visit me, visit my bed.
I can not see.
I can not talk.
I can not walk.
Since 2013 I am out of bed fewer then 2 hours a day.
And NO ONE... not ONE SINGLE PERSON, ever visited me since 2013, or before.
The ONLY people who arrive are the ones who stand in the driveway and on the porch and yell obscenities and hate slurs from the street... and they are too far away for me to see them, and they are too far away for them to hear my whisper if I tried to talk, which I don't. Plus, I can not sit up, it takes well over an hour for me to sit up in my bed, so by the time I am sitting up, they are gone.
So, anyone telling you I have seen them, spoken with them, yelled at them, interacted with them, at ANY point prior to 1983... when I was locked in that cage ... is lying to you. Because since 1983, NO ONE but my husband Benjamin Kitchle Wildes, my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater, and my uncles Bruce, Dickie, & David, and my aunt Barbara has EVER underreacted with me at all. And the only interactions from Brice, David, Dickie, and Barbara was to electrocute me for the fun of watching me pass out, stabbing me with broken glass again for th e fun of it, and beating me with cinder block bricks because breaking the bones of children is funny according to them.
From October 2010 to November 2013, ar the ONLY three years of my life where I ever went outside and had interaction with Humans, and I was seen as so UN-human that 90% of my Human interactions was with psychiatrists who were giddy piss pants excited to have "a real live feral child oh boy!" to study.
So ANYONE telling you they have ever had ANY form of interactions with me EVER in my ENTIRE LIFE, if lying to you, because those interactions I just listed are the ONLY ones that have EVER happened. PERIOD.
You ask how I can remember everything everyone has ever done and said? Easy? Because so FEW people have ever done or said ANYTHING AT ALL, that it makes it each to remember EVERY ONE of them, for the very simple fact that there is literally not one other thing in my life to remember.
More then 99% of the hours of my life have been spent ALONE, in total darkness, in a cage, or alone, bed ridden in a bed, with no one saying ANYTHING to me, no one EVER interacting with me at all... and with fewer then two hundred total interactions with a Human in my ENTIRE LIFE, I am easily able to remember every single one of them.
Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them. https://www.eelkat.com/Never-Forget.html
You never saw the room Ben and my mother kept me locked in for 27 years from the time I was 8 years old, the one Etiole used to break me out of? Well here you go, photos of it from the 2007 FBI and police reports, THIS is the "room", my mother designed it, my father built it, Bruce hired the priests of the Cape Elizabeth, Saco, and Sanford ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to rape me in it... from the time i was 8 until 12, when Ben aka the High Priest came along and declared I was his and from the time i was 12 until 31 Ben kept me in this room only allowing me out on Sundays to attend church. still wonder why I hate the Atwaters? When I was 37 years old the FBI showed up and started the investigation into the trafficking ring the Atwaters ran out of 37 Smithwheel Road and 144 Portland Ave, Maine, this room was a pivotal piece of evidence that was roped off and no one allowed in it because of the FBI investigation... that's why the backhoe that ran over this room August 8, 2013 is such a very big importance... THIS room is what the backhoe was trying to hide. Look close at the floor, you can see the bones of the children who didn't survive.
I'm a survivor of adults who thought selling children to priests was a good income and this room was the biggest piece of evidence the FBI had until the backhoe drove over the house and carried off the remained, doing the biggest tampering of evidence of a fucking murder investigation ... that's WHY the backhoe drove over the house, because the Atwaters were desperate to hide the evidence of this rooms existence, and that's WHY they started the alien abduction hoax about me and Etiole because they thought if they destroyed the room and gaslighted me by spread alien abduction rumors, they thought they could convince everyone i was crazy for saying i was locked in this room for 27 years... but they didn't know before they did that, that the FBI had already been in the room and has HUNDREDS of photos of every inch of it. It was not the only place like this. These Atwater run child trafficking "rooms" have been found in twenty-one states. The FBI has shut down 14 of these child trafficking rings run by the Atwaters. If you support the Atwaters in any way, THIS is what you are supporting. When you send money to an Atwater run fund raiser, you funding building more rooms like this one. That's what they do with your hard earned money. Rooms like this, where small children, are raped and starved. And because the children have no birth records, no ID, they live and die without a paper trail. They exist to be raped daily, until they have their first period and risk getting pregnant, and they the room is locked not to be opened again, until they starve to death. Most die before their 12th birthday.
I'm a survivor, and I survived because of Etiole, because while HUNDREDS of people in Old Orchard Beach, Maine knew of this room, used this room, he was the only person with the moral decency to be horrified by this room and try to stand up to the Atwaters, and try the help the children. He used to break in and try to rescue me. Took me out into the swamps of the Ross Forest. But the Atwaters always found me and took me back.
To discredit me, when I was 14 years old, and escaped to the local police and tried to get help, the Atwaters made up a terrible story: they lied to the police. They told the police, there was no room, and Etiole was a figment of my imagination, they called him a demon at first, and later they called him an alien. The Atwaters spread a horrific lie, telling people that I was an alien abductee. And depending on WHICH Atwater you talked to the story changed wildly: sometimes Etiole was a evil spirit, other times a cryptid, other times a demon, but most often "The Amphibious Alien".
We had a neighbor back in the 1970s, his name was Stephen King, he wrote about us. My Gypsy family, my car, me, and Etiole. He filmed two movies on our farm, but never once tried to help the children he wrote about. He never tried to help us children, even though his books and movies today exist as evidence that he was well aware of this room and Etiole. Instead, he profited off of our pain and suffering, while 120 of those children were saw up and their bones dumped in the Goosefare Broke Ravine in the Reclaim Blueberry Plains of the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine... bones confiscated by the FBI in June 2016, which led to the arrest of many of the child traffickers at 37 Smithwheel Rod, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, that same year.
Meanwhile The Atwaters continued to spread their lies about me and Etile, contacting hundreds of alien and UFO and cryptid organizations telling them I was abducted by aliens and Etiole was that alien. Only I have no clue what they were doing and I had never heard of the concept of aliens or cryptids or UFOs, and so I had no clue what MUFON and the UFO nuts were talking about, when they showed up on my farm to interview me and try to catch Etiole, calling him an EBE.
There are no aliens.
There are no demons.
There are no evil spirits.
There are no haunted cars.
There was just this room, and the children raped by Mormon priests... Mormon Priests, known as The Atwaters... Mormon Priests who invented the urban myth of a haunted car and a child abducted by aliens, for one reason, and one reason only: to make the children crazy, if those children ever dared tell people about this room.
Rooms like the one at 144 Portland Ave, 146 Portland Ave, and 37 Smithwheel Road, exist all over the State of Maine, and the 3 the FBI shut down in Old Orchard Beach, ran from the 1950s until 2016. I was put in this room in 1983. That's why I have no knowledge of any world event, any movie, and TV show, and books, anything that occurred between 1983 and 2010.
ALL of the children who survived these rooms, ALL of them, have been slandered the same way the Atwaters slandered me and Etiole. Each with stories of aliens and demons. Thirty-one of those survivors, have commit suicide, all who escaped, killed themselves within 3 years because of the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about them, alien abduction lies that are no different then the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about me and Etiole.
Yes, I am EelKat, Etiole’s friend, but I don’t know why you call me that, because it’s the other way around. He was my friend. He was my ONLY friend. He was the only person in this godforsaken town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, who did not value money or sex over the lives of children.
There are ONE group of people who call me an alien abductee. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call me an alien abductee, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls me an alien abductee, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.
I am not an alien abductee and I never claimed to be, and if anyone ever told you I was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.
There are ONE group of people who call Etiole an alien. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call him an alien, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, when I was 8 years old said an old man broke into the room and took me into the swamps; they call him an alien so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls Etiole an alien, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.
Etiole is not an alien and I never said he was, and if anyone ever told you he was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.
He is a local homeless French Jewish man, whom I let sleep in my car on rainy nights so that he can stay dry. Retarded locals think he is a demon or alien or whatever else they call him, because he is covered in scars and burns and Kabalic tattoos and number tattoos from being a concentration camp survivor from WW2.
You can see video footage of his living conditions:
and HERE
and HERE. These videos where filmed in 2022
As you can see from the videos, this homeless man whom my sick jackass Uncle Bruce has spent DECADES harassing, has NOTHING, he LITERALLY is living in a hole he dug with his fingernails, in the sand under a fallen tree, and you can see from these videos WHY I let him sleep in my car, and WHY the shit heads of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine who are harassing this homeless man, calling him a cryptid, calling him an alien, calling him an evil spirit, are scumbag pieces of shit who don't deserve the life god gave them.
The Atwaters and their church group are evil, and if you believe their lies about me or Etiole, then you've fallen for their scam, just like they wanted you to do.
There is right now, in October of 2023, a group of people actively going to houses, store, bars, and restaurants throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach, randomly approaching total strangers and and saying "Have you heard about EelKat?" And then going on some spiel involving wild radical tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, cats, about 40 people near as we can tell, led by an elderly white haired man who drives a dark green pick up truck and a very fat, extremely morbidly obese blond woman about late 30s/early 40s, who people in the area have dubbed "porch bitch" because she goes from porch to porch all over Biddeford screaming from strangers' porches to walkers on the sidewalk, always screaming "Have you head about EelKat?" usually referencing also my Volvo. The FBI believes these two to be the husband and daughter of the woman who murdered my son. If you know who the white haired man or "porch bitch" are, the FBI is actively seeking information about their identity.
I am legally blind, I have never seen either of these people, so I do not know what they look like, I only know what witnesses are telling me they looked like when they showed up at their homes. I also have Kannar's Syndrome, real and actual (non-verbal, low functioning) Autism (not to be confused with high functioning Aspergers; I am only able to communicate by typing, and so here I am, typing, so I am unable to verbally respond to what these people are telling me. I have agoraphobia so, it is often months between me setting foot outside, but I am crippled with a broken spine from the November 14, 2013 attack of the golf club woman who crippled me when she murdered me son and thus I also can not get out of bed or stand up unaided. I do not know who either porch bitch or the white haired man these people are telling me is approaching them are. My son's murderer whom also crippled me, she I can identify if she ever got close enough again, but these two people whom are suspected of being her husband and daughter, I have not seen and can not identify. When you come to me and tell me they have approached you, you do nothing useful or helpful. I can not take YOUR testimony to the police or FBI, because it is YOUR testimony, not mine. YOU have to tell the POLICE and FBI what these people did. Do not come to me and tell me, because other then post this message here, there is nothing else I can do with the information you have provided.
There is some speculation that porch bitch may in fact live in my apartment building here at 409 Main Street in Biddeford, but I have lived here since February 2019, and of the 9 other families here, only one of them has lived here longer than me. Between the 9 families in our building, there are more then people living in this building and to date, I have met none of them.
Initially I had tried to introduce myself to each family in this building however, they are white and I am not, they are Christians and I am Moron/Voodoo, and this Maine where hatred of all things not white and not Christian are at their worst in the entire country.
White hatred for us Gypsies is very bad here in Maine and many in my family have been beaten, tortured, and murdered by the white Christians of Maine.
Does porch bitch live in our building? I do not know. But many witnesses are now saying they have seen her going in and out of the building, so she either lives here or knows someone who does.
With the extreme anti-Gypsy animosity and anti-Pagan animosity the 9 families who live at 409 Main Street have shown my family since we moved in here on February 2019, I would not be at all surprised if porch bitch not only lived here but the others know it, know what she is doing to my family and are not reporting it to the police simply because, that's what white people do to us non-whites.
Interestingly, witnesses are saying they believe the white haired man with the big green Dodge Ram pickup truck, lives on Portland Ave, very near my farm.
It is deeply disturbing, if this is true, because that means porch bitch and the white haired man are doing very severe levels of stalking, because my family has lived at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach since the 1530s, we settled and founded the town, and in 2019 when I moved into this apartment in Biddeford, no one else lived in this building, other then the gay couple who are still here and the only ones here longer than me. And also in 2019, there was no white haired man living near me on Portland Ave.
This means, the man suspected of being "Clair's husband and the woman suspected of being "Claire's" daughter, Claire being the name the woman who murdered my son, called herself, have moved in next door to BOTH of my addresses within the last 3 years.
Claire used a golf club to beat my 8 month old son's head in with. If you are protecting Claire, know that THAT is the sort of child murdering bitch you are defending.
Claire's identity is the one we want. We want to know who she is. In 2021 a homeless man showed up in my driveway, claiming he knew who Claire was... 2 days later he was dead on the train tracks and splattered across the back of my house, and 2 days after that, this porch bitch woman showed up. We don't know who any of these people are, not the homeless man, not porch bitch, not Claire. We only got the name Claire, because that's what the bald man with her,November 14, 2013, the day she murdered my son, that's what he called her, and she answered him to that name, like it was her real name.
The Claire who murdered my son, she's who we are looking for... and apparently we got really close in 2021, because that's when porch bitch showed up with her wild alien/demon/cat slander, and she's working over time spreading her slander as far and as wide as she can, making it damn clear, she's scared shitless of us finding out who Claire is.
So, NOW, the FBI is not just asking for information about Claire's identity, they now want the identity of both Biddeford's porch bitch and Old Orchard Beach's white haired elderly man driving the mega, big 2ton dark green Dodge Ram pick up.
These 2 people closing in on my family, DAYS after a witness came forward saying he knew who Claire was, a witness who died 2 days later, before the FBI agents had a chance to talk to him... this is terrifying for my family, and it's deeply disturbing.
Porch bitch and her friends are terrorizing my family. And less then a month ago they killed my dog Mickey. There is something wrong with these people. These are NOT good people.
This is very, very deeply disturbing.
This makes them, in addition to everything else: stalkers.
Keep in mind too, porch bitch is the woman who poisoned and killed my dog Mickey only a few weeks ago. And one week before she poisoned and killed my dog, Mickey, she showed up at PortCon 2023, with a gang of about 12 others, at Round 1 in the Maine Mall, and tried to kill me, by peeling back the cheese on my pizza and loading it up with onions, something I am deadly allergic to. I would have been dead within 15 minutes had I eaten it. Porch bitch is dangerous. And she wants me dead. And she thinks nothing of killing my pets. She's proven that much.
There are HUNDREDS of people throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach contacting me, both online and in person offline, telling me that these people approached them at random. They appear to be hellbent on approaching every single person to set foot in either town, so if you are in Biddeford or Old Orchard Beach you'll likely encounter them sooner or later if you haven't already. They appear to have been doing this since around May 2021, but so far no one knows who they are.
One detail though: porch bitch, has been saying some very specific information about the murder that was NEVER made public, and is not in the police public access report, it's only in the FBI's classified report. The ONLY person who knows this detail is the murderer herself, and porch bitch is too young to be the murderer. The blond golf club woman who attacked me November 14, 2013, was in her late 60s to early 70s, she'd be in her late 70s or early 80s today. Porch bitch is young enough to be her daughter or granddaughter. But porch bitch has been saying information that ONLY the murderer would know, so porch bitch DOES have personal contact with my son's murderer and is probably dangerous herself.
She has information that was never released to the public. Information the police and fbi kept out of public access reports. Information that was kept classified so it could be used to identify the murderer. Information she could only get, from the murderer. She is using 27 Facebook accounts and over 100 Reddit accounts to post that information as far and wide as possible, while gathering up a large group from the Sanford ward church to go around Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach also spreading that classified information, while at the same time spreading the rumors and lies that I am an alien Abducted and Etiole is an alien, while also spreading rumors of my cars being haunted, while also making hundreds of deep fake videos on YouTube about me and my cars and Etiole. She is orchestrating a huge defamation slander smear campaign, which you have seen some of the videos about me and my car. Fbi believes she is the daughter of the golf club bitch who murdered my baby and is doing this because Tod Murphy told the FBI his mother was bragging to be the golf club woman. Porch bitch showed up same time Tod Murphy did, in fall of 2021. The Sanford ward people joined her around May 2022. Fbi is currently investigating every one connected to the Sandford ward, and they now believe the golf club woman to have been a member in 2013. You don't have full details of what porch bitch is doing, who is helping her, and how alarmingly large scale what she is doing is, simply because I can not give you full details. There is a lot of information about porch bitch and her crew that I've not said, things the FBI and police are aware of, and you the general public, don't need to be aware of.
These people are actively and deliberately making a massive attempt to compromise an FBI murder investigation, alongside huge levels of victim shaming.
Porch bitch clearly knows who the murderer is, and the FBI is looking for ANY information you have that leads to identifying porch bitch, because arresting porch bitch, is right now, the #1 best chance of also finding and arresting my son's killer.
If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
Never forget: my son was murdered. That's what they want you to forget. They make up crazy rumors and lies because they want you to think about something, anything OTHER then my son's murder. And the ONLY person with THAT motive, is the golf club wielding blond woman, and anyone who is trying to cover up her crimes.
They want you to forget my son was murdered.
Clearly porch bitch is scared shitless that the killer, someone she knows, will be arrested soon, or she wouldn't be so hyper vigilant in her mega extreme slander campaign going on in Biddeford, Maine right now.
Beware of ANYONE who calls Etiole an alien, for he is not an alien and they are lying to you about him, as a slight of hand means of misdirection, to turn you away from seeing their own crimes.
Beware of anyone who tells you I believe in aliens, for I do not, and they are lying to you in a gaslighting technique meant to keep you from noticing the crimes they commited.
Trust no one who tells you I cast curses or consort with demons, for I do neither, and they say these things to you out of malicious motives, to make you look at anything other than themselves. They don't want you to see the sins they do, so they spread wild and bizarre rumors about me and an elderly homeless veteran, in a magicians pallor trick of misdirection. They use me and Etiole as their smoke and mirrors, so that you are looking the other way, while they get away with heinous crimes.
Beware of anyone who calls me a witch, for I am a Mormon, 5th generation, and we Mormons do not believe in witchcraft.
I need not tell you their names, for by their own actions, they will reveal themselves to you.
Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat... because remember too, my name is not EelKat. My name is Wendy Christine Allen. EelKat is a fictional character, a talking back fairy cat, from a Space Fantasy novel. Miss Citten The Eel Kat is Empress of Planet Ptarmagin and she travels to distant galaxies in a star ship, collecting deep space eels from other planets, her name is unpronounceable, so people call her "The Eel Kat" because she is the cat who has pet eels. The book was titled "Friends Are Forever" and it was published in 1978. You have to be severely mentally disabled in order to think that a talking space cat from a Fantasy novel is real, let alone be crazy enough to think that the author is that character. The very fact alone that porch bitch refers to ME as EelKat, that alone tells you the deeply disturbed fantasy prone mental case we are dealing with her. Her inability to discern fiction from reality, and he belief that I, a real person, an EelKat, a fictional space cat from a novel, or her belief that a local homeless veteran, is an alien, or her belief that my Dodge or my Volvo are demon possessed, that alone tells you what type of incredibly dangerous psychopath porch bitch really is.
You can see video footage of his living conditions:
and HERE
and HERE.
THAT is the homeless veteran, this woman is calling an alien or a demon, depending on which delusion she is babble that day. THAT is Etoile. THAT is how he lives. THAT is who this deplorable woman is harassing.
Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat or otherwise tries to convince you I have anything to do with aliens, demons, curses, or witches, for they are deceiving you, and they do so, to draw your attention away from themselves.
Never forget, my son was murdered on November 14, 2013, and the killer still walks free, and anyone telling you anything about aliens, demons, curses, or witches, has one goal and one goal only: a flagrant attempt to discredit me, and protect my son's murderer.
They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.
The FBI is looking for my son's killer AND the identity of the people who are trying to hinder their investigation.
If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is an alien CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in aliens CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is a demon CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in demons CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I cast curses CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about curses to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I am a witch CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about witches to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.
They want you to forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.
"Am i too young to write a book and have it published? Ok so I have been writing a book... I'm only 17... this book is about my life. Your probably thinking what life? Your only 17 what Could be so interesting about it? Well u wouldn't believe the events that have taken place. And the effects of them. Anyways am I to young for people to take this book serious?"
I see several things going on here to answer.
First off: No! You are not too young to write a book. No one is too young to write a book. If you can pick up a pen and start writing, than you can write any old book you want to write. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.
Secondly, 17 years is a long time. A lot can happen in 17 years. And every person who lived those same 17 years you have lived, will have had completely different life experiences than you have had.
Keep this in mind: everything that is unique is worth writing about. Your life is unique, no body else on this planet has ever lived a life exactly like yours and no body ever will, therefor your life is worth writing about.
So yes, write your book, never think you are too young to write anything.
Now, let's look at some things you need to worry about if you want to be published.
Your grammar is really bad. Don't let this stop you from writing. Keep right on writing. Do however make an effort to learn grammar rules. Buy a few books on self-editing. Don't be discouraged if you have poor grammar skills. I do too. I have Autism. I can't spell worth shit. Everything I write is run through 3 different spell-checking programs, than handed out to a person to cross-check it, before I go back in and hand correct the hard copy with red ink. If you want to be a published author this is just part of the work you are going to have to learn to do. It takes time, but if I can do it, you can do it.
I'm going to recommend the books I use when I edit my own manuscripts:
While there are lots of books out there on writing, when it comes right down to it, these are the only two books you actually need.
A Writer's Reference by Diana Hacker is a college text book but it's not a typical college text book, it's a spiral bound reference guide which lists every English grammar rule under the sun, not just those that apply to authors, but also for essay writers, journalists, etc.
The Writer's Little Helper by Jim Smith is a small pocket sized book you can take with you, it doesn't have as much information, however it's written with fiction writers in mind and is far more useful (and is by far the best writing book I have ever bought so if you have to chose only one of these two go with this one).
Every grammar rule of the entire English language is found in these two books. And I'll let you in on a little secret: that college textbook is the book publishing houses and editors use to check your manuscript against.
Now let's look at your question and see how you SHOULD have written it, and than I'll tell you why you should never have grammar errors in your correspondence with authors, editors, agents, and publishers.
What you actually wrote:
"Am i too young to write a book and have it published? Ok so I have been writing a book... I'm only 17... this book is about my life. Your probably thinking what life? Your only 17 what Could be so interesting about it? Well u wouldn't believe the events that have taken place. And the effects of them. Anyways am I to young for people to take this book serious?"
What you should have written:
Am I too young to write a book and have it published? I have been writing a book about my life, but I am only 17. You are probably asking yourself "What life? You're only 17. What could be so interesting about it?"
Well you wouldn't believe the events that have taken place and the effects of them.
Am I too young for people to take my book seriously?
What did I fix?
These were all simple fixes. And the rules explaining these fixes are in both of the books I mentioned above.
Now, why did I correct your question? I rarely correct questions, usually just posting them the way they were written, so why did I pick yours to correct? Well, it's because of what you asked in your question. You wanted to know if people will take your book seriously or not.
People don't care how old you are when you write your life story.
Laura Ingalls Wilder was 9 years old when she wrote about her family's trip across the country in a covered wagon. Her diary was titled "The Little House on the Prairie" when it was published. (She was in her 40s when she published it). Was she too young to write the story about her life experiences? No!
Anne Frank was only 13 when she wrote her life experiences. Was she too young to write the story about her life experiences? No!
Opal Whiteley was 12 when she wrote about her life and only 16 when she wrote a college textbook. Was she too young to write the story about her life experiences? No!
See? Age has nothing to do with it. Things happen to people. People write about things that happened. People take the books seriously, because the authors took the time to edit and use good grammar.
Nobody cares how old or young you are when you wrote the book. What they care about is that they are able to sit down and read the book, and understand what it is saying. No one will take you seriously if your book is filled with spelling errors, capitalization errors, typos, punctuation errors, and lacks basic subject/verb agreement. You got to get these things right if you want to be taken seriously.
So go ahead and write your book. Don't worry about grammar too much while you are writing your first draft. Keep in mind that every single author on the planet writes really shitty grammatically incorrect first drafts. Keep in mind too that before a manuscript becomes a best seller, the author will rewrite it and edit it 4 or 5 times, and than will have an editor or two re-edit it. Self-editing is just part of the job and the good thing about it is that the more editing you do, the better your grammar becomes and over time you'll find yourself needing less editing.
Are you too young to write the story about your life experiences? No!
Are you too young to write about your life? Never!
You are not too young to write about your life.
No one is ever too young to write about their life.
Never, ever, ever listen to ANYONE who tells you that you are too young to write about ANYTHING that has ever happened to you. EVER!
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As my long time readers will already
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Thankfully everything was saved on a separate hard-drive and the site is
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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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