Do you have information about my son's murder and need the FBI contact information:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
If anyone contacts you saying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, is for sale, know that they are lying to you... it is my land, and it has been in my family since 1531... and the ONLY person whom has EVER gone around saying it is for sale, is a woman who the FBI believes to be the same woman who murdered my son.
My son is buried here, and the FBI believes she is trying to buy my land in order to destroy his grave and destroy evidence of his murder.
Since my son's murder November 14, 2013, every year dozens of real estate agent show up all with a story of a female developer who is offering them MILLIONS of dollars for my lot of land that is only 1/4 of an acre and is not big enough to develop.
When shown police sketches of my son's murderer, the real estate agents say "Yes, that's the woman who hired me to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine", but then the woman disappears and the real estate agents never hear from her again... all contact information she gave them turns out to be fake.
The woman who murdered my son, is DESPERATELY trying to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... this is the woman to watch out for... and this is what she did:
Looking to find out more about my son's murder, that information is on these pages:
And if you're one of those lunatic jackass bullshitting alien abduction UFO freaks, looking for haunted cars, Stephen King, cryptids, or EBEs, first off, you can go fuck yourselves. I am so damned sick of you conspiracy brained motherfuckers harassing my family and turning my son's murder case into a circus of you psycho deranged bullshit. Here's some pages for you:
Miss Citten The Eel~Kat and her interdimensional space eels... after not being used in any story in over thirty years, EelKat is returning for her 50th anniversary in 2028, as a character in the visual novel: Quaraun Goes To the Fair, currently in production and expected to release summer 2026.I am an author. I write Yaoi. This is my website. Yaoi means my main characters are gay lovers. If that bothers you, you're on the wrong website. Sorry. ![]() Transman Quaraun (The Pink Necromancer) and his husband King Gwallmaic (aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn) King of The UnSeelie Court. Main characters of The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer series.
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If you are a hater, you can go fuck yourself.
Racist bigots like you MURDERED MY SON... they beat his 8 month old brains out with a golf club.
Racist bigots like you DROVE A BACKHOE OVER MY HOUSE... while I was 5 months pregnant.

Racist bigots like you BROKE MY SPINE AND PUT ME IN A WHEELCHAIR... broke my spine with a golf club while accusing me of being "a transvestite", while screaming "kill or be killed, kill all the trannies", while calling me "a man in a dress", WHILE, I a cis female, was 8 months pregnant!
So FUCK ALL OF YOU transphobic, gay hating bastards. Burn in Hell where shit like you belongs, and stay the fuck away from me and my family, you fucking pieces of filth!
I'm sick of MUFON nuts showing up in my yard calling me an alien abductee and claiming my friend is an alien EBE. WTF? Who the hell started this rumor and why do people keep believing it and harassing my family over it?
crazy reddit people have latched on to some weird slander and then hunted down my home address to harass my family in person and I don't know how to stop them. They have absolutely destroyed my life... and I haven't got a clue why they are even doing it to begin with!
this has been happening to my family for well over a decade now, and it is STILL happening right now in May 2026, and I am sick of it , and I don't know who started it or why... but it's really easy to find podcasts on spotify and youtube, and threads here on Reddit, that will tell you my car is "the world most haunted car" and feed you bull shit about me being an alien abductee, or telling you I was in Stephen King movies... really wild, and stupid people see that malicious slanderous bullshit and think it's real, then show up at my house, because those videos put my home address in them.
These people are out of control and when I say out of control, I mean my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and people are AGAIN right now this week, showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King. I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every 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 saying my car is haunted, saying 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.
I mean, who in their right mind even believes in haunted cars to begin with?
Who in their right mind even believes in aliens or ufos?
Who in their right mind believes a car is haunted, so they cut the car in half, then drive a backhoe over the house its at because they think an 8 month pregnant woman is a transgender man wearing a dress? Then beats her up with a golf club, severed her spine, rips her baby out of her belly and bashes his head in with a golf club... who in their right mind does things like this?
They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, 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 id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
buglight lighthouse is the lighthouse on the college campus.
buglight lighthouse, (near Spring Point Lighthouse, both at Prebble Fort around the corner from Portland HeadLight Lighthouse), that is where my 8 month son was murdered November 14, 2013, same day i became paralized by the woman with a golf club. FBI investigation has been going 13 years now and they still have not identified her.
I had only 1 semester left at SMCC, but I've been paralyzed since the attack and not yet recovered enough to return to finish college.
I've always found it strange why was it never in the news what happened to me on campus? I was in Hillary's class at the buglight art study, there by the lighthouse, helping Hillary put the art stuff away.
I went out the big glass door, on the beach side, right beside the lighthouse, where my Volo was parked in the first spot, and the woman with the golf club had been hiding behind my car, jumped out and attacked. I was 8 months pregnant, she severed my spinal column, broke 3 vertebrae, forced early labour, and then killed my baby with the golf club too.
I had no use of my arms or legs for 9 years, and started relearning to walk in 2021 after 9 years paralyzed.
today in 2026, I have regained use of two fingers on my right hand, and have gained enough leg strength to push my wheelchair around the block like a rollator a couple times a week, but its been 13 years and I've not yet recovered enough to return to college and finish my last semester.
FBI believes it is friends/family of the woman who did it, who are the ones started and spreading the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bull shit 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 murderer are same person and that it is a developer who wanted my land, so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, but when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, but when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son.
And I don't even know why.
Why are they doing this?
How do I get them to stop?
And who? Who is behind this? I don't even know who the people behind it are!
If you have ever mocked my son's murder, know that only an evil person thinks mocking a baby's murder is funny, and YOU are evil. You who mock the murder of a child, you are vile. If you mock the murder of other people's children, then you certainly are not fit to be raising any children of your own. And if I find out YOU mocked my son's murder and you have a child, rest assuered I AM and probably ALREADY HAVE reported you to Child Protective Services. No fit parents
If you have ever mocked my WW2 homeless vet friend and called him an alien or demon, leading to his currentt crippled state after being gunned down by a mob of ufo nuts on November 24, 2021 in Biddeford, Maine, know that only an evil person thinks calling elderly men aliens and demons is a good time. You who call a crippled homeless man an alien, you are dispecable.
If you have ever mocked the fact that a backhoe drove over my house leaving me homeless for now 13 years... then I sincerly hope and pray that you become homeless in just a violent a manner as I did, that you may experiance for yourself the things you mock, and learn to never mock them again. Only evil people drive backhoes over houses and only evil people support them in their actuions. You who think
You are an evil, hateful person, and one day you will look back at the things you have done and realize just how evil you really are.
If you ever called my car haunted, if you ever called me a believer of aliens/ufos, if you ever in any way slandered me with alien, ufo, demon, ghosts, haunting, paranormal, or Stephen King bull shit, rest assured I DO hate YOU and YOU personally.
Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
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In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
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Mallac pointed to the still sticky pool of dark blood in the middle of the dirt road. "He was a farmer, nothing fancy. Livestock and crops. Not native to the area. A newcomer, moved here about 20 years ago, Never came into town much always busy with his crops and such. His wife's name was Aleaka. They fell on hard times. Livestock got sick, lost most of his herd. Crops failed due to the weather we've had lately. It was just last week I saw them in town, arguing in public, right over there at that market stall. He slapped his wife. Everyone saw it. I was out on patrol tonight, found the body myself. Still warm."

Quaraun wasn't listening. He was hurt and tired and drifting along as though in a dream. It had not yet occurred to him that the candy Gremlin had given him was drugged, so he was still eating it and still seeing and hearing things that no one else was.
ZooLock had been trying to listen to Mallac, but he spied a man in a robe and his attention went to the stranger instead. Soon ZooLock had left the group to approach the man.
"Ah, are you one of those socialist druids?" ZooLock said.
Unicorn wasn't listening to Mallac either. He never was. His hyper mind was picking up on everything else going on around them.
Two men were talking in the street as the group passed.
"Extra stallion?" One man said.
"Yep," the other answered. "Don't know what to do with it. Can't have 2 males with my female in the stable. They'll get to fighting and one of the males will be dead by morning."
"Geld it," said the other man.
"Geld it!" Unicorn exclaimed.
He stopped walking with the rest of the group and glared angrily at the two strangers, then marched up to them, with hell fired angry in every inch of his little five foot one inch tall body.
"How dare ya geld a stallion!" He screamed at the man.
The two men jumped, startled by the Faerie's intrusion.
"I ought to skewer ya!"
"UNICORN!" Quaraun yelled, running to stop him before he killed anyone.
"Come on," Quaraun grabbed the Faeries arm and tried to pull him back.
"They be wanting to geld a stallion!"
"I heard, let's go, it's none of our business..."
"Would ya want to be castrated?"
"You know my thoughts on that."
"I know exactly ya thoughts on that."
"It's just a horse, let's go..."
"JUST A HORSE!" The Phooka shrieked, becoming hysterical. "What the hell am I?!"
"Right now, you're supposed to be a Human, because we're in a Human village."
"They is gonna geld a stallion."
"And what am I supposed to do about it?"
"Stop them!"
Quaraun sighed and turned to the two men who were gawking at the strange pair that had just interrupted their conversation.
"Why are you going to geld a stallion?"
"My mare's in heat and a wild stallion showed up in my stables. We caught the brute but now he's fighting with my stud stallion."
"Would you sell him?"
"To you?" The man chuckled. He'd never seen another man dressed up like a fancy saloon girl before and was trying very hard not to burst out laughing at the fancied up Elf.
"Yes. To me."
"You gonna dance a can-can for the boys?"
Quaraun closed his eyes. He hated dealing with male Humans.
"No."
"Then what are you doing dressed like a frou-frou?"
"This is how I dress. Will you sell me the horse?"
"How much you willing to pay for it?"
"How much are you asking?"
"How bout you put on a show for us?"
Quaraun pulled out his wand.
"How bout I ram my wand up your ass and let it blow your head off?"
The two men jumped back at the sight of the rainbow wand, swirling in oil slick colours and sparking blue lightening from it's tip.
"Are you one of them wizards?"
"I'm a Necromancer, yes."
"A Necromancer? Wearing a pink dress... Are you? You're that... you killed Gibedon... you're the one... you're the one everybody talks about... building up an army of Liches to take over the world..."
"Yes, I'm the Pink Necromancer. I know I'm the one every body around here talks about. I wish they'd all shut up. Now are you gonna sell me that horse or not?"
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"Ya said 'I wish'," Unicorn pointed out a few minutes later, after the men finally sold Quaraun the horse.
"Did I?"
"Aye, ya did."
"What did I wish for?"
"Everyone around here to shut up."
"Great! Now they'll probably all lose their mouths or something. Why did you make me buy that horse?"
Unicorn stopped and looked up at the horse that was now trotting along with them.
"We saved him from fate worse then death."
"And what are we gonna do with him?"
"Ya could ride him."
"I like walking."
"Then I'll ride him."
"A horse riding on a horse?"
Unicorn shrugged. "No one here knows I is a horse, now does they?"
Quaraun watched Unicorn talking to his new pet horse. He wondered why a horse would want a pet horse, but had long ago learned not to question Unicorn's ways.
Quaraun looked around wondering where ZooLock had gotten off to.
ZooLock was still talking to the robed figure on the other side of the road.
"What happens to widows," ZooLock asked the robed figure. "Are they expected to marry the brother or something?
"Achieving emotional revenge isn't easy," the man said in response. "But it does look good on resumes."
Quaraun turned his attention back to Mallac. The Human soldier was still talking about death and murder and blood and guts and war. All things Quaraun had no interest in or stomach for. It was Mallac's contempt for half-Elves that caught Quaraun's attention though.
"I guess you could call this a curse," Mallac was saying. "As human society really isn't all that comfortable with half-elves, especially if they can't really tell for sure..."
"I need to go to sleep," Quaraun said abruptly.
"What?" It wasn't a question. Clearly Mallac was taken back by the fact that Quaraun had dared defy him on any level.
"I said, I need to go to sleep," Quaraun repeated himself.
"You're helping me solve a murder."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"I don't like people who don't like Elves."
"What?"
"You've had nothing good to say about half-Elves."
"You don't know what the half-Elves around here are like."
"No, I don't and I also don't care."
"How can you not care!"
"I'm tired."
"Soilders don't let things like sleep get in their way."
"I'm not a solider..."
"You are working for me."
"I need to rest. Please just let me rest. I'm tired and I hurt."
Mallac begane yelling at the little Elf.
Quaraun looked around for something else to listen to. He saw ZooLock still talking to the robed figure.
"Dragons will get together a couple times a year to mate," the robed person was saying to ZooLock. "The eggs are all laid in a communal cave, a couple dragons hang around said eggs to point the young in the right direction, and then babies pretty much raise themselves."
"Hello!"
"Argh!" Quaraun jumped, startled by the hand on his shoulder. "You!"
GhoulSpawn was standing there.
"Are you following us?"
"I don't think so, why?"
"You keep showing up. Everywhere I go."
"Oh... uhm... I live here."
"In this town?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"What are you doing with Mallac?"
"I don't know. I was wondering that myself."
"Are you okay? You don't look so good."
"I'm tire."
"Aren't you a full blooded Elf?"
"I am."
"I thought you lot didn't sleep."
"No. We sleep. Just not as often as others. I only need four or five hours of sleep a week, but I still get tired and need to rest every day. And Mallac has decided I don't need any rest today."
"I'm sorry? I don't understand. What's Mallac go to do with you sleeping?"
"He thinks I need to solve these murdered as he can't."
"Murders?"
"You didn't know about them?"
"No, I... uh... I had heard. I try not to think about it."
Quaraun gazed across the road to ZooLock again.
"Borage Blossoms are a lovely blue hue and taste like cucumber!" the squid headed priest was saying to the robed figure he was still talking too.
"There are so many Demons in town," GhoulSpawn said.
"What?" Quaraun looked up at the half-Elf.
"Those Demons," GhoulSpawn pointed to ZooLock. "There's more and more of them showing up every day."
"Is that a Demon, ZooLock is talking to?"
"Yeah."
"And Demons are not usually in town?"
"No. They only just started showing up."
"And you're obsessed with Demons aren't you?" Quaraun asked the Half-Elf.
"I... uhm..."
"You keep talking about Demons every time we see you, which seems to be quite a lot."
"You!"
Both Elves turned to face Mallac.
"That's the yellow haired half-Elf I was telling you about," Mallac said to Quaraun.
Before Quaraun had a chance to answer, GhoulSpawn ran off.
"Hey!" Mallac called out to a few of the other city guards. "Go get that damned thief."
Without question the others ran off after GhoulSpawn, but the wizard was long gone. He'd ran through a portal and was no longer in the area. The Humans, however, not knowing this spent the next few hours searching the area for the strange yellow haired half-Elf.


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Back from the dead, once again with Unicorn in tow, and now with the Thullid priest ZooLock his prisoner shackled in chains, Quaraun is headed back to The Screaming Unicorn Tavern in Old Orchard Beach, but finds himself cursed with endless bad luck, as one thing after another drops out of the sky in his path.
Highwaymen, hellhounds, a turtle as big as a house, fire breathing butterflies, a train station from the 20th century, and a strange glow-in-the-dark demonic wizard with pockets full of sheep, who sits in a red armchair in poppy field in the 1400s reading 1980s spellbooks books by Gary Gaygax.
Quaraun goes head to head against The Gremlin, a time traveling wizard from the future who refuses to allow the Pink Necromancer back into Old Orchard Beach, where since his last visit, an evil Sorcerer named HellBorne has erected a giant cursed lighthouse known as The Black Tower.
ZooLock however has other plans, and while 4 rival wizards tear up the town in a wizard's duel, the Squid Headed Aliens From Neptune's Moon and their armies of JellyFish worshiping cultists arrive in town to preform a ritual that will unleash an Elder Brain Chaos Demon, known as The Sacred Pink JellyFish on the world. Too bad they didn't know she was already in town.
NOTE: Most of this novel will be available as free to read online.
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The Summoner of Darkness is the first time The Gremlin, EelKat, Lyxiana, Bela, and Spriggan (all characters from the original 1978 edition of Friends Are Forever, Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series) make appearances in The Quaraun series.
While most of the Quaraun series is written with Quaraun as the only point of view character, EelKat, the primary point of view character of the Twighlight Manor series, alternates with Quaraun as a point of view character in Summoner of Darkness.
The novel tells 2 stories side by side, with all odd numbered chapters telling Quaraun's version of the story in the 1400s, and all even numbered chapters being written as letters from EelKat in the 1980s to her sister Lynxian.
EelKat is a 4th wall meta breaking narrator.

This is the first time GhoulSpawn appears using the name GhoulSpawn. In previous volumes he was using the name Glinta instead.
In the Twighlight Manor series he is known as The Gremlin.
Quaraun's teenaged lover GhoulSpawn is a "natural born" Sorcerer. He is a half-Elf/half Demon.
GhoulSpawn's father was an evil Demon who commanded an army of Ghouls. Because of this, he was known simply as "The Ghoul".
GhoulSpawn's mother was a Sun Elf whom had fallen in love with The Ghoul, but was forbidden by her family to have contact with him. She in turn ran away with her Demon lover, thus causing a war between Elves and Demons.
The Sun Elves tell a story of how their Princess was kidnapped and raped by the Ghoul, thus she gave birth to the Spawn of the Ghoul. Though his mother named him Glinta, she died while he was still very young, and his Elven kin, took to calling him GhoulSpawn as a way to brand him not one of them.
GhoulSpawn is an interdimensional time traveller, because he is unable to remain in any one time, place or dimension long, because he was born in the Hell Dimension, which exists outside of the realm of time and space as we know it. The Ghoul tried to escape the Sun Elves by going to the distant future (1974) and leaving his half-Elf son and the boy's mother there to live among a band of LSD addicted hippie Humans whom drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin.
The Sun-Elves eventually found their missing she-Elf and brought her back to the 1400s where she belonged, but she refused to leave her half-Demon son behind.
After his mother's death, GhoulSpawn was made a servant to his High Elf step-father and full blooded Elf step siblings, all of whom abused him and treated him like a slave. He grew up constantly being told he, because he was only a half-Elf, was unloved and unwanted and should have been killed at birth, resulting in the very low self esteem he has.
Neither Demons nor half-Elves are considered welcomed members of society, both being forced to live in small tribal groups on the outskirts of civilization. Both are often stoned to death or hung if they dare set foot in a city.
GhoulSpawn being both a Demon and a half-Elf is doubly mistreated by the majority of the world's population. He takes to travelling with Quaraun because Quaraun simply accepts GhoulSpawn as he is and is not bothered by being seen in the company of either a Demon or a half-Elf.
There are several instances when people try to bully GhoulSpawn and Quaraun (a high ranking full-blooded aristocratic High Elf) is quick to stand up for him, protecting and defending the half-Elf. Quaraun is often classified by other Elves as "insane" simply because he is willing to be friends with a half-Elf.
GhoulSpawn has a speech impediment which lessens when he is relaxed and grows worse the more nervous or frightened he becomes.
Around calm laid back characters like Quaraun, GhoulSpawn speaks without difficulty. However around domineering, headstrong, or bullying characters such as Unicorn or HellBorne, GhoulSpawn develops a stutter, making it difficult for him the get to the end of a sentence.
Because he is a Demon, GhoulSpawn was born with natural magical abilities, making him a rare "natural born wizard" or sorcerer.
GhoulSpawn is typical of a Sorcerer in the Quaraun series, in that he has Demon blood, was thus born with a Demon's natural ability to cast magic on some levels, has taking to self-teaching himself how to control the magic powers he was born with, is outcast from society because of his link to Demons, and is generally not well thought of, even though he is not in any way evil, and is in fact the only part of the cast who could be considered anything close to being a Hero.
Being a time traveller, there are times when Quaraun encounteres both GhoulSpawn and his future counterpart Gremlin in the same novel.
This is the first novel in the series to feature multiple versions of GhoulSpawn in a single novel.
GhoulSpawn remains one of the most hated and most loved characters in the series. People who dislike him, absolutely despise him and have gone so far as to request I remove his character from the series entirely. While people who love him, often cite him as their favourite character and often request I add him into more stories more often.
For the people who don't like him, I'm sorry, but he remains one of my favourite characters of the series and he's not going anywhere.
For the people who want to see more of him: there are plans to make changes to several stories in the series to include him in the future editions, more often.
You can find out more about GhoulSpawn here:

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