This week we should be celebrating the 9th birthday of my son.
Instead we are celebrating the 9th anniversary since his murder.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.
On top of that, they have also taken to harassing the baby's father, a disfigured, homeless, WW2 veteran, whom they call "Etoile". They spread hateful rumours about him claiming he is a cryptid, a demon, or most often what they term "an amphibious alien". He lives in pine branch lean-toos he builds in Old Orchard Beach and Ocean Park, and they have been hunting the locations of them, tearing them down, and smashing up his belongings.
April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.
September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (they thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).
June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.
November 21, 2021: They shot "Etiole" in Biddeford, while he was staying at the tent-shanty-village with about 50 other homeless people along the Saco River in Biddeford. They made the claim he was a "suicide demon" citing that he was driving locals to suicide by putting "evil eye curses" on them.
These people murdered my baby, attempted to murder the baby's father, drove a backhoe over our house, and left me crippled for the rest of my life in their attempt to murder me.
I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The police and FBI believe I was not the intended target, and that they were likely after my mother because of posts she makes on FaceBook and got us mixed up. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.
More Info @ eelkat.com
Long detailed info on the over 200 attacks they have done between June 2001 and May 2022, including photos of them driving a backhoe over our house on August 8, 2013 and the details of the malicious "amphibious alien" rumour they have been spreading about a local homeless disabled veteran @
https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Images:
July 4th 2013: my car in front of my house.
August 8, 2013: me getting home from work to find a backhoe sitting on top of my house.
The FBI already found the people with the backhoe incident, and learned that the backhoe driver was paid $600 and given a fake demolition paper, the paper stating one of my relatives (the one who paid him the $600) owned my land. The backhoe driver was unaware that the man he was dealing with was not the owner. I have lived at 146 Portland Ave since 1975 and have owned the land since 1983, it has never been owned by anyone else, even though we have now learned that both my mother and my father and 3 of my uncles had been actively going around Old Orchard Beach claiming they owned my land.
This happened 3 months before my son was murdered and the police and FBI believe my son was murdered BECAUSE of this picture being posted on FaceBook, and my mother making inciting/inflammatory posts about it on HER FaceBook, where she falsely accused me of being a witch. The FBI and OOB police believe the golf club wielding woman of November 14, 2013, is somehow connected to the backhoe driving over my house incident.
Since the murder, 3 other different backhoes have invading my land to dig up my yard, looking for the grave of my son. There is a family cemetery on my land, the stones dating mostly in the 1500s and 1600s, with a few from the past hundred years, the most recent being my son in 2013. 146 Portland Ave has belonged to my family since 1530, and I inherited it in 1983 from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. The most recent backhoe attack happened September 19, 2020, when they illegally cut down several trees in my yard, and started construction of a road through my yard between my pink 1975 Dodge Sportsman motorhome and BackElder Brooke, again the backhoe digging up and destroying large portions of my farm, in their search for my murdered son's grave. They dug up 16 of the graves in this attack.
We have had to remove the grave markers from the family grave in order to stop these vandals and their illegally trespassing construction equipment from destroying the graves.
The FBI believes these construction crews are being hired by the golf club wielding women, and believe she is trying to destroy the grave of my son, due to a fear of his golf club smashed skull being used as court evidence against her.
The most recent attacks by these people occurred November 21, 2021 and March 27, 2022 when they attacked my painted Volvo while it was parked at my dad's apartment in Biddeford, both times the vandals also cut all the wires to electricity, internet, and cable off the apartment building, effecting all 9 families living there.
The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments as well as the Portland FBI are seeking any information regarding any and all of these attacks on my family, my home, my land, or my cars.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
"What are ya two doing?" Unicorn snarled as he walked into the room.
GhoulSpawn let out a frightened yelp and pushed away from Quaraun.
Quaraun was laying on his back, naked except for his jewelry, with GhoulSpawn on top of him, still wearing his clothes, but open down the front and nearly naked him self. Both Elves were fully erect and not far from cumming on each other.
"We wasn't..." GhoulSpawn said.
"Ya were, do not lie to me. Ya cock is na lying to me."
GhoulSpawn glanced down at his naked penis and quickly closed his robes. He wasn't sure what to do next. He had not yet gotten off of Quaraun and was now sitting, straddling the Moon's thighs.
Quaraun craned his head back to look at Unicorn, who was standing over him, looking down at him. Quaraun made no attempt to hide what he'd been doing, nor did he try to cover himself, in fact with Unicorn angry he was now even more aroused.
"Want to try to explain how ya come to be cumming on me Elf?"
"Uhm," GhoulSpawn tried to think of an answer. "He was... uhm... showing me.. his... his jewelry."
Unicorn looked down at Quaraun's pierced foreskin, then his pierced nipples.
"I can see t'at. Suppose t'at explains why ya was squeezing his nipples when I walked in here, t'an, eh?"
"Uhm... I..."
"Stop trying to t'ink up excusses, Ghouly. Ya can'na t'ink straight when all ya blood in ya cock instead o ya brain. Ya was about to fuck me Elf un ya knows it. Why can ya no just admit t'at?"
BoomFuzzy the Unicorn CosPlay
"Because I wasn't... I didn't... we weren't... I..."
"Quaraun? Can ya find words to explain t'is better Ghouly?"
Quaraun started giggling. He tried not to laugh at first, but he couldn't hold it back and soon was laughing uncontrolably.
Unicorn waited a few moments but it became aparent that Quaraun had lost control of his senses and wasn't going to stop laughing any time soon. He glared accusingly at GhoulSpawn.
"Ya gave him one a t'ose sugar cubes again, didntcha?"
"I... uhm... yeah. I did. But not so I could do... uhm... this. This was... this... uhm... was an accident."
"Ah! I see. Ya accidentally drugged me Elf, stripped him naked, un climbed on top o him half naked yarself, eh?"
"Uhm... Yeah. Basically. I'll go with that."
"What de matter, ya run out of sheep?"
"No, I have plenty of sheep. A dozen in every pocket..."
"Un a hundred pockets in every coat. I know. Un that still dose na stops ya from trying to fuck me Elf every chance ya can get."
"I wasn't trying to..."
"I can'na leave de two of ya alone together for five minutes..."
"You were gone ver an hour. He was complaining he hurt. I gave him...."
"Ya gave him LSD sos ya could fuck him un him not remember it after."
"That's not why I..."
"Can ya explains why every time I turn me back on ya, ya two ends up naked un on top of each other?"
"No... I've stopped trying to explain it."
"Ghouly, ya know t'is is why I does no likes having yar around, right?"
"I know."
"Ya can'na stop falling in bed with me Elf."
"I didn't intend to. Not this time. I realy didn't."
"No?"
"No. He's rather persistent when he's horny. He's kind of, uhm..."
"A slut?"
"Yeah."
"I knows t'at. He be as quick to t'row his cloths of for yo as him is for me. Him cock slut."
Quaraun had stopped laughing and arched his hips up, intentionally pressing hard against GhoulSpawn's dick. The Demon moaned and nearly fell over.
"I t'inks ya need to jerk yarself off, Ghouly. T'at gonna get painful, ya keep holding it back." Unicorn sat down on the floor beside them. "Of course, I could just sit here un watch ya suffer, seeing hosws I know ya will no let yarself cum in front of me."
Unicorn looked Quaraun in the eye.
"How ya feeling?"
"Join us?" Quaraun asked.
"Join ya? Aye."
Unicorn looked back at GhoulSpawn. The Demon had slid off of Quaraun, and was now sitting on his hands and knees with his eyes closed.
"Ya okay over there, Ghouly?"
"Would you be?" GhoulSpawn said through gritted teeth.
"Could get ya an ice cold blue raspberry slushie for them boiling hot blue balls of yars, eh?"
"How thoughtful of you," GhoulSpawn groaned and then lay down on the floor.
"Ha ha! I should put a cage on both of ya. Would solve de problem."
Quaraun began humming, while rubbing his fingers over his hard nipples.
Unicorn looked back down at Quaraun.
"How high is ya?"
"High," Quaraun said, pointing up to the ceiling. He pushed himself up on his elbows. "Ghouly never saw the butterflies before."
Unicorn looked at Quaraun's nipples. He was wearing his silver nipple rings, with the pink crystal butterfly pendent drops.
"In ya nipples?"
"Where else?"
"Idontknow."
"I don't hurt any more," Quaraun continued. "Ghouly's right. LSD works good for that."
Unicorn started laughing.
"Ya should takes some of ya own candy, Ghouly. Help ease t'ose aching balls of yars."
"Shut up and leave me alone," GhoulSpawn said without opening his eyes or moving.
"You two could fuck me at once," Quaraun said as he sat up straight and moved into a lotus position.
Quaraun CosPlay
(Yes, this dress, is the one described on this page - I really am a size 14, this really is 2 size 10 dresses that were sewn together after I put them on.)
(Watch for the GhoulSpawn CosPlay to debut at PortCon 2018 - Being made now)
"Yis not out as much as before when Ghoully gave ya thems sugar cubes."
"He gave me a whole hand ful of them before, didn' tell me what they were. I thought they were candy, so I ate all of them last time. I know not to do that now. I only took one this time and it's been a while, so I'm not quite as tipsy as I was an hour ago. And he wasn't lying. I was showing him my jewelry, and he did fall over on me, though, his being half naked, that was me. I kind of pulled his clothes off then wouldn't let him get back up. He really wasn't trying to fuck me."
Quaraun's hand absently wandered to his penis rings as he spoke. The Elf caressed his dick, letting the rings rub against the sensitive skin. The pink butterfly pendents on his penis rings, matched the ones in his nipples. His other hand slowly slid up to his nipple.
"Yis a honry lil Elf, today, ain't ya?"
"Yep."
"Un high enough to be sitting here fully naked in front of us."
"I'm not naked."
"Ya ain't?"
"No. I'm wearing my butterflies."
"Dey ain't covering much."
"I think I'm well enough to go back to looking for a way out of here."
"Ya gonna put some clothes on first?"
"Do I need to?"
Unicorn smirked, trying not to laugh, as he realized Quaraun was too high to be fully aware of his present nakedness.
"Iffy I let's ya go around town wearing nothing but ya butterflies, ya'll be screaming hissy fits at me once Ghouly's pink sugar pills wears off ya brain."
~o0o~
It was several hours before Quaraun was better aware of his surroundings.
"Yis dressed again," Unicorn said
"Why were you letting me walk around naked?" Quaraun yelled at the Phooka.
"Ye was being rather persistent on ya refusal to wear clothes."
"I hate being naked."
"I know. It how I knews ya were out o yar head."
"Did you even try to get me to put my clothes back on?"
"I kept ya from going out side un wandering around in public."
"You didn't even try to get me dressed did you?"
"Yis a beautiful Elf. If ya wants to t'row ya clothes off un prance around naked in front o me, I ain't gonna stop ya."
"How long have I been naked?"
"Does ya remember anyt'ing what happened?"
Quaraun stopped and thought. Then shook his head.
"No. Did somet'ing happen?"
"I not sure. Ya tell me."
"What did I do?"
Unicorn grinned, as he pointed to GhoulSpawn, who was sitting on the opposite side of the room, glumly staring at the wall.
"Ye werent de only naked Elf running around here," Unicorn added.
Quaraun stared at GhoulSpawn.
"What did we do?"
"I left to see iffy I could find an herbalist un get ya some opium. I come back to find ya naked, high, and about to be fucked by our resident Chaos Demon. He says he was'na gonna fuck ya. Claims ya accosted him, tore his clothes off after tearing yar own off. Ya might of, in de state ya was in, but even iffy ya did, him was no trying to get away un was enjoying every minute of ya naked dicks rubbing together."
"Our naked dicks?" Quaraun turned to GhoulSpawn, "Did we do something?"
"He interupted us before we did," GhoulSpawn answered.
"Aye, un Ghouly kinda pissed at me for it too. It why him over dere pouting."
"Would we have, had he not interrupted?"
"I... I don't know. Yeah. Probably."
"Ya then wanted to be doubled fucked by de both of us at once."
"I did?"
"Aye. Ya asked for it."
"I actually do want that," Quaraun said quietly.
"Does ya?"
"Yeah."
Quaraun looked down at the floor. He knew his desires for GhoulSpawn upset Unicorn. He loved Unicorn. He lusted for GhoulSpawn. He would liked to have had them both, but Unicorn and GhoulSpawn did not like each other and were barely able to be in the same room together without fighting.
"I wish you two wouldn't fight," Quaraun said as he went back to putting on his many layers of dresses.
He was attempting to put on two dresses that did not fit him. Neither was a dress he had sewn, and both of the two filmy 1990s prom mermaid skirted slip dresses were extremely out of fashion for the 1400s. Quaraun had acquired the two dresses at a yard sale in the 20th century, during one of their portal trips to the future. He had finally gotten the dresses on, but had ripped out the zippers and seams to do so, and was at that moment, busy with needle and thread and sewing the two dresses together.
"How ya gonna gets back out of dat?" Unicorn asked as he watched Quaraun sewing himself into the now single dress, made out of two dresses.
"I'll have to rip out the seams."
"Un resew yarself into it every time ya puts it on?"
"Yep."
"Why are wearing that?" GhoulSpawn asked.
Quaraun looked down at his clothes, confused.
"Wearing what?"
"Two dresses at the same time, one arm in one sleeve of each. Why are you wearing two dresses at once like that?"
"Neither one fits me."
"Then why are you wearing them?"
"They look good on me."
"Quaraun... you... why?"
"Why what?"
Quaraun had two pink dresses on. Both nearly identical shade of pastel bubblegum pink. One embroidered with blue and orange jellyfish, the other beaded with purple hearts. Both dresses were a size 10 and he wore a size 14. He had ripped the side zippers out of each dress. cut the side seam on the other side of each, nearly to the top, ripped one sleeve off of each, then put on one over the other, so that the bodices criss crossed in the front,with the actual front of each dress, going under his arms, leaving one bra triangle covering his breast, the other covering his shoulder blade. If you had not seen him put the two dresses on, you had no way to tell that it was two separate dresses or that it was not supposed to look this way. Quaraun, being a tailor, knew how to sew the two dresses together in such a way that there was no way to tell it had once been two dresses.
"Can ya even breath?" Unicorn asked.
"It's not as tight as my corsets are."
Quaraun pulled a full length mirror out of his bag of holding, so he could see the back of the dress.
"Ya ain't gonna be able to walk."
"I'll manage."
The resulting dress, now that he was finished altering the two, was a skin tight sheath, clinging so tight to his knees that it effectively hobbled his ability to walk. From the knees to the floor however, the dress turned to a huge pouf of pink tulle, that dragged along behind in a bridal gown style train. He tried walking.
"We walk slow," Quaraun said, realizing how difficult it was going to be to take big steps in this dress.
He put away his mirror and sewing supplies, and set about to covering the dress with layers of furasiode kimono.
"Ya know, I does na understands why ya go t'ough all the trouble of putting on ya fancy dresses, just to cover them wid robes like that."
"What do you mean?"
"No one can see the dress, now that ya gone an covered it."
"No one can see my butterflies either, but I still wear them. It's not about other people seeing me. I like wearing this. I wear it if no one ever sees me at all."
"But why?"
"It makes me feel pretty."
Quaraun tossed on his riffled lace jacket and pink feather boas.
"Ya is pretty even without dem."
"I know. This body is beautiful, but it's still the body of an Elf. I miss my Jelly body. When I swam free in the ocean, I had lots of pink ruffles. I had the most beautiful tentacles of any jelly. And now they are hidden away forever, inside the body of an Elf. Never to be seen again."
"So you trying to dress de Elf up to look like a pink Jellyfish?"
"In essence, yes."
Quaraun finished dressing.
"We need to find a way out of this world," he said. "I don't think Bazooloo is gonna tell us anything. I don't think he knows anything. I think he's as trapped here as we are."
Quaraun looked at GhoulSpawn.
"You haven't been out and meet any of the Slushians yet have you?"
"Me? Nope. I've just been here."
"They're gonna hate you. Boy are they gonna hate you."
"Why?"
"You have neon, glow in the dark florescent yellow hair. You are wearing orange robes. And you are wearing a green coat. Blasphemy on so many levels."
"What are you talking about?"
"They've got some sort of a colour based cult going on here. The worshipers of Red Cherry Slushies all wear red and nothing but red. Live in red houses. Have all red furniture. Only grow red flowers. Only eat red food. And so on. No one mixes colours. You'd be a multi-denominational worshiper of Lemon-Lime-Orange Slushies by their standards."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. I'm shunned by all by Bubblegum Slushie devotees, because I wear pink."
"And him?" GhoulSpawn pointed to Unicorn.
"I is evil, black demon," Unicorn stated. "I here to disrupt all that is good and sacred."
"What?"
"They don't have a concept of the colour black," Quaraun explained. "All his clothes are black. There are two trains of thought. Some say he's the Chosen One, some sort of savior who's coming was foretold. He's going to bring with him the Sacred 9th Flavour. The rest say he's the evil one, come to bring about the end of the world."
"So, we are in a city of religion crazed lunatics?"
"Pretty much."
"Greeeeaaaat. Just what I always wanted."
"Sarcasm?"
"Yes."
Quaraun nodded. He liked it when he understood that someone was being sarcastic. He couldn't often tell with most people, but with Unicorn and GhoulSpawn he had figured out their voices changed when they were being sarcastic.
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