Etiole Warning July 13, 2025

February 13, 2026, additional update

Answering question that was sent to me from NextDoor & FaceBook:

I have stage 4 MS (multiple sclerosis). I have had MS since I was 16, though doctors had misdiagnosed it several times, and it was not until I was 42 years old when doctors realized the original diagnoses was wrong. At 42 the diagnosis was changed to "Stage 4 MS" with a mumbled apology of "had this been correctly diagnosed back when you was a teenager, it probably wouldn't have gotten to stage 4 at all, as there is treatment if diagnosed early".

No, I am not able to stand in an upright position for more then an hour or two a day, often I can not stand at all.

Yes, what people keep calling a "rollator" is NOT a rollator. It is a Vocic z51 Transitional Wheelchair, you can look up the model yourself, the company that makes them has several videos and articles on what it does and why it's made.

It is a Vocic z51 Transitional Wheelchair, that is made specifically for people with MS and similar mobility issues. What this means is it is a wheelchair, that has stability bars in its sides (those big square rods that form an A-frame on each side of it), which allows me to put my full weight on it and stand up using it for support. Most wheelchairs are not made with stability bars like this, because they are designed for people who are never or rarely standing up. If you look at the handle bar, it is double sided - meaning 4 handles, instead of 2. 2 forward facing handles so I can hold them and use them to stand up, this allows the chair to be used like a rollator pushed by the patient (me) to use to exercise leg muscles for physical therapy, and 2 backward faceing handles for a caretaker to push the wheelchair while I am sitting. It has the option to have a motor added to it, turning it into a power wheechair as wheel.

This sort of wheelchair is primarily used as physical therapy for wounded soldiers who are relearning to walk. It is the type of wheelchair used for people with MS, POTs, and other similar disorders as well.

As this chair is designed for MS and ALS, it also has the option of adding voice propelled (like what Steven Hawkings used on his wheelchair) via an AI computer; these feature is for people whom have lost use of their arms, and are using it as a powerchair, but can not push the power buttons with their hands, so can voice activate the chair to move on it's own. The company makes several other different features and add ons for this chair, each designed for use by people with different illnesses. But I am only familar with it's MS specific features, as those are the ones I need it for.

Because it is designed to be a wheelchair 90% of it's usage time and only typically used as a rollator for under two hours a day, it features a layered memory foam seat designed for sitting in 4+ hours to a time.

It is what is known in mobility aid communities as a "transport wheelchair" or an "ambulatory wheelchair", so if you've ever heard of this device before, that is likely the term you would have heard. This "name" come from the fact that they are used by people who travel a lot, for example someone who is a CosPlayer and travels to a lot of conventions, would have this sort of wheelchair because it's smaller and lighter then a typical more standard wheelchair (only 32" wide and only 50lbs, vrs most wheelchairs are much wider and can weight over 200lbs), and can be folded down "small-ish) to fit in a car (maybe) (mine does not fit in either my Volvo or either of my parents' cars, thus why I have a wheelchair trailer for it on the back of my Volvo; I have only 1 friends who has a car this fits in, so it's NOT as easily fit into most cars as the company advertises it to be... it also is too wide to fit through MOST doors of MOST houses, and only fits through just ONE door of our apartment building).

Because I primarily sell my  books (novels, print/paperbacks) out of tent/booths at carnivals, car shows, festivals, comicbook conventions, state fairs, ect, the need to be able to have a wheelchair I can both take in my car and sit in for 4+ hours to a time, was a primary factor in choose this particular make/model wheelchair over the dozen+ others like it by other companies. So, yes, when you see me at LaKermeese or PortCon or Yarmouth Clam Festival or Moxie Festival or the Autism Awareness Car Show or the Saco Spirit Car show, yes, this wheelchair is in fact what I am sitting in. I can not use folding chair or seating provided by most such events.

While I am able to stand up and walk a few feet with a cane, the distance is so short, that I can not even make it half way down the distance of my driveway.

For a few months in late 2023/early 2024, I was able to walk around the block with only a cane, which doctors at the time thought was reversal symptoms caused by medications, however, an MS flareup in summer 2024, reversed whatever that was, and I've not been able to walk with a cane since. Doctors have been unable to determine why a brief period of heightened mobility happened or why is just as suddenly went away, my doctors explanation was the shrug and say "It's MS, it does that sometimes". It was innitally thought to be a sign of improvment caused by medication, and later decided to be "just one of those things MS does sometimes".

Attempts to sit in a upright position for more then a couple hours a day cause severe flare ups and paralyze. For example, on January 31, we went to see the Iron Lung movie, it was not until February 4 (4 days later) that I was able to sit in an upright position again, and it was February 7 (7 days later) before I was able to stand up again. This is because the amount of exertion on my nerves and muscles, that was requires to sit unmoving for a 2 hout long movie. This side effect is WHY it had been 13 years since the last time I have gone to a movie. I simply can not sit up for a space of 2+ hours without serious debilitating side effects that last for a week or more.

MS has variable symptoms by person, depending on which nerves have eroded holes in them. Yes, that is what MS does: it is literally holes in your nerves, This is like if you punched holes into electric wires of your table lamp and then had intermittent connections, where sometimes your lights came on, other times the lamps flicker, and other times no connection ability of turn on the lights at all. MS is like that. So depended on where the lesions have occurred a person can have different symptoms. For me my legs (both), left arm, and left hand are where the worst of the "nerve hole legions" impact.

Additionally I have rheumatoid arthritis (diagnosed at age 4, this is a lifelong thing, that grew worse in recent years). It is in my primarily hip and shoudlers. My right leg bone is fully fused to my right hip bone, there is no cartalage; this is why I drag my right leg and can not put any substantial weight on it. This leg gets progressivly shorter, due to the top of my leg bone slowly pushing it's way up higher into the socket joint of my hip. My leg is about a 1/4" shorter now, then it was 20 years ago, so i's a slow getting shorter, but this is also who I am unable to simple "stand up" aka, the shortened leg causes balance issues and attempts to stand up (without a mobility aid) cause me to immediately topple top heavily to the right and fall over. This is why I have used a cane, staff, or walking stick since I was just six years old, aka my whole life.

In 2013 my condition grew dramatically worse when, a still yet unidentified woman wielding a golf club, should up at the Buglight Lighthouse Art Studio Parking Lot of Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013, at a few minutes past 10PM. I was leaned over into the back seat of my Volvo putting my easle and pait bag in my car, when someone screaming "I'm Clair!" showed up behind me. I did not have time to turn around to see who was yelling or why, before she started beating me with a golf club. I was 8 month pregnent, with my 8th pregnacy, and my 1st pregnancy to reach 5 months+ without a misscarrige. He attack, caused a labour and beat my baby's head in on the parking lot with her golf club, seconds after he was born, her golf club also, broke 3 vertebrae of my spine, broke my hip, broke my pelvis, and broke my knee.

However, the current state I am in now, happened June 26, 2016 at the Scarborough Walmart parking lot, when the same woman, this time with a early 1990s gold Volvo station wagon, pulled up beside my Volvo while I was taking bags of groceries out of a shopping cart and putting them in my car. She leaped out of the gold Volvo, grabbed the shopping cart, and started using it as a battering ram to hit me, while accusing me of being transgender and yelling "That's EelKat she tried to kill my husband!" She was dragged away by a red hair woman, and they both left in the gold Volvo station wagon. This event severed my spinal column, leaving my quadriplegic, ZERO use of my arms or legs at all, and is the injury from which I am currently doing physical therapy to regain use of my arms and legs. It is also why I have not been online for a decade, and why you are only just starting to see me return to the internet after so many years not online.

This attack happened 2 days after I had surgery (June 24, 2016) so that I could talk (I was born near mute, unable to open my jaw or form words, I was not able to start forming clear word sounds until December of 2016, so I was not physically able to call out for help during either attack.

I am also legally blind, born that way; without glasses I can see only eight inches; with glasses I can see around seven feet. So I did not see her approach in either atack.

I am also nearly deaf, again, since birth, suffering from a tonal distortion, meaning I can only hear certain pitches that are very high (for example I can hear a bird singing from quite a distance, but I can not hear someone talking just a few inches from me). So I did not hear her approach in either attack, and am not able to clearly make out what she said to me.

These two attacks (2013 and 2016) are WHY I now have a camera that records 24/7.

I know no one named Clair and I've no clue who this woman is or why she attacked either time. She'd be about 80 years old now in 2026 though and the FBI has an active tip hotline for anyone who has any information leading to her arrest. She's wanted both for crippling me and murdering my son.

I have had agoraphobia most of my life, and from 1983 until 2010 had rarely been outside. From 2010 to 2013 I attended Southern Maine Community College 3 times a week as therapy to try to learn out to go outside and talk to people. It was my first time attending school, I had not gone to grade school or high school, so my first year at collage was all adult education remedial classes for learning basics so I could get a GED and take the actual college courses.

Meaning, I have NEVER had interactions with Humans EVER in the forty years prior to 2010 or the decade+ since 2013, so I have ZERO people I know outside of the friends I made in college.

ZERO.

NONE.

And among the things this woman said were "you were just like this in high school" which immediatly proves she has me mixed up with someone else, as I NEVER went to school at all.

These two attacks (2013 and 2016) are WHY I now have a camera that records 24/7.

As of right now February 2026:

-I had full function of my right thumb and two right fingers. Partial movement of the right ring and pinkie fingers. Very stiff, limited movement without any grip strength of all my left fingers and left hand. I can move my right arm on limited levels, but I can not lift my arm up high enough to brush my hair. I can briefly raise my arm upright, but it locks my fingers into a stiff straight position, and I can not bend them, aka I can pick up a hair brush, but raising my arm high enough to brush my hair caused my hand to ungrip and drop the brush This is nerve damage and may or may not improve.

-Neither of my legs has either the nerve function or the muscle strength to hold me up more then a few minutes, this is the primary reason I can not walk. Putting my weight onto the wheelchair allows me to shift my weight off my legs and onto the wheelchair, which gives me brief, limited abilty to walk short distances, but so far, not more then a couple hundred yards. As of right now I can make it from the driveway to the railroad tracks, about 750 feet, in a space of around an hour (most people take under 5 minutes to walk that distance). I am usually able to do this twice a day if a take a four hour nap after he first attempt.

-I can not lift either leg up high enough to use stairs. My leg lifts to a height of under 2 inches, while most stairs are 6 to 8 inches per step. I am ONLY able to use stairs IF another person PHYSICALLY CARRIES ME up the stairs. Yes, even if it is just 2 or 3 steps and not a full stair case. i have ZERO ability to use stairs AT ALL. I can not even lift my leg up high enough to step up onto the curb of a sidewalk, and require a person with me to lift me up over the curb, if there is no ramp on the sidewalk.

-While I had gone to culinary school and used to work on a food truck, and had at one point planned to open my own restaurant... I am no longer able to cook MOST foods, because of not being able to lift a pot of water. this has seriously changed my diet as EVERYTHING requiring being cooking in boiling water, I physically can no longer make. And something like a frozen pizzza, is also too heavy for my to lift. with only 2 fully functioning fingers on one hand, I can still cut vegetables with a knife, and with the way my left arm hangs unusable at my side but forarm bent, i am able to use my left arm like a tray to sort of carry things... BUT... not being able to stand unaided, I have to hold on to walls or tables or chairs, when trying to cook. I am right now stubbornly still attempting to cook, but, I would estimate that in under two years, I will no longer be able to either cook or feed myself at all and so likely will need to look into hiring a live in caretaken within the next 24 months. I don't seem to have any other option.

-I am in bed 18+ hours a day and it can take an hour or more to sit upright in bed and even longer to try to stand up.

-I used a combination of AI voice to text software and my two usable fingers to type this and everything I type, thus why spelling can be quite bad at times.

Does that answer your questions?

Also, most people don't like answering medical related questions, I'm not most people, but you might want to consider that when asking others questions like you asked me.

The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. Given her screaming "I'm Claire!" and yelling "you transvestite freak" at me, I'm wondering if it was a man, pretending to be someone named Claire and having internal issues with his own being dressed as a woman? Based on how excessively wrinkled her face was I would guess her age to be 60 to 70, but could be younger if a heavy smoker or younger if was wearing age makeup. If her age is guessed by wrinkles on face, she'd be around 80 years old now in 2026.

The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club.

The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.

Claire woman as she looked when she attacked at PortCon June 2023 at the Hilton Hotel, at the Round One at the Maine Mall, and at my dad's apartment in Biddeford. (the green hair was a cheap dollar store style clown wig)(the purple hair was a comb in caulk dye)

This woman is pure evil.

If you know evil is going on and you do nothing about it, are you not also evil?

If you stand by doing nothing, when evil happens, are you not supporting that evil by allowing it to continue?

You can not stand by silent about evil you witnessed, unless you support that evil being done.

If you know evil is going on and you turn a blind eye to it, you are evil.

People always ask why I have a video recorder running 24/7. Watch these 4 videos of The Scarborough Walmart.

I have a video recorder running 24/7. Because this parking lot is where I was attacked a second time by the woman who crippled me with the golf club at Southern Maine Community College in 2013 (who also murdered my 8-month-old son at the same time) this is the location of her 2nd attack, the July 2016 attack with a shopping cart, the attack that left me in a wheelchair and despite over 200 "security cameras" and signs saying there are cameras in use... the police did not find even ONE actual REAL camera. Every "security camera" on this building and parking lot was ALL fake "dummy cameras" and that is why there is no video footage of my son's murderer.

I started carrying a camera 24/7 the very next day after Scarborough police informed me they could not identify the blonde woman who attacked me or her gold Volvo 240GL station wagon, because EVERY CAMERA at this store's parking lot was an empty case with no real camera inside it. My son would be 12 years old this Christmas 2025, and his murderer walks free, still unidentified because this parking lot did not have real cameras.

Those things that look like cameras on the building and light poles, are fake, according to the Scarborough Police Department. That is why I have a camera running 24/7, because my son's killer walks free because there was no camera the day we were attacked.

update: March 1, 2026

So I had a strange encounter, on Main Street, the street parallel to and one over from South Street, on the end towards Elm Street near the Biddeford Library.

I’m listing where this happened, because maybe someone here knows who this man is or what he is talking about? I list the location, because given what he was carrying (a huge stack of about 300+ sheets of copy paper, that seem to be computer printouts?), and how he was dressed (no coat and only slippers on his feet) I assume that he ran out of his house to yell at me when he saw me walk by, so I’m assuming he lives right in this area as, and so maybe someone here knows who he is or what it is he is talking about? He is a very tall (well over 6 feet, maybe close to 6’4” - I’ve an uncle that height and this guy was close to that range) and very elderly (maybe late 80s like my dad, though looks older than my dad, so maybe 90s?)

It just seems really bizarre and I’m wondering, if this person emailing him is the same one who was making a lot of Reddit and FaceBook accounts and pretending to be me, that entire ten years of when I was not online because I was paralized? It certainly sounds like her, given the weird alien and monster talk that guy says she was doing in her emails to him.

The FBI still has not found out who it was who closed out all my bank accounts and stole all my money (I found out about it in 2023, but it happens sometime between 2013 and 2023, because I had been paralized and had not used my bank accounts that entire time; in 2023 when I was first starting to relearn to walk I went to the back and was told my accounts had been closed all the money withdrawn, and the bank said because it had happened more than 6 months prior their system had auto deleted all records, so they had no way to find out who did it or when they did it). The FBI thinks the woman who has been impersonating me on social networks online is probably the same one who is impersonating me offline locally and likely is the person who closed my bank accounts (the accounts were started in 1979 and had no digital access, they could only be accessed in person, so the bank knows it was done by someone who physically went into the bank building).

Anyways, it occurred to me that the person emailing this man, might be the person the FBI is looking for about my stolen money, but I did not think of it at the time, and now I don’t know how to find the man to see if he’ll forward all those emails he got to the FBI agent in charge of the investigation.

So here’s what happened: I’m walking along, as I do, when suddenly I hear someone yelling. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” Someone flagging someone down. And I stop to see what’s going on. This man trots up behind me and says:

“You gotta stop sending me all these emails.”

I ask: “What?” not sure if I heard him right… see… I don’t have email.

He repeats himself, adding words: “You gotta stop sending me all these emails about cryptids.”

I say to him: “I don’t use email and I don’t know who you are.”

Then he starts listing off a lot of words that I have no clue what any of them were, it sounds like a gibberish made up language with a few random English words mixed in. (I quickly learn it is not another language though)

I say to him: “I am still new to learning American English, I don’t know it well, and I don’t know slang words or street lingo at all. I can’ tell what you are saying. I don’t know those words.”

He stops flipping through the papers and stares at me with this stunned look on his face.

He says: “You wrote these emails.”

I say: “I already told you, I don’t use email. Whoever emailed you, it wasn’t me. I think you got me mixed up with someone else.”

He says: “But Etiole?”

Confused, I say: “Which one? The fictional Eel MerMan from my novels or the local homeless WW2 veteran that everyone around here calls an alien or demon because he has dwarfism and they refuse to believe he’s human.”

He stares at me silent again before saying: “Aren’t you EelKat?”

I say: “People call me that.”

He says: “Call you… wait… don’t you call yourself that?”

Me: “No.”

Him: “Why not?”

Me: “Why would I? EelKat is a fictional character from my novels.”

He is silent again, stares down at the stack of papers, looks back up at me, then says: “You’re not EelKat?”

Me: “No. I just told you. EelKat isn’t real. She’s a fictional black cat who belongs to a fiction Elf wizard in a novel I wrote back in 1978. I’ve not even used her as a character in any of my  books in over thirty years.”

He starts babbling weird gibberish words again, making me think he’s some sort of deranged raving lunatic… but it turns out he is reading one of the sheets of paper because he stops and says: “You didn’t write that?”

I say: “I don’t even know what language it is.”

He says: “It’s cryptids"

I say: “I don’t know how to write cryptographs."

He says: “No. Cryptids.”

I say: “I don’t know what that is.”

He starts listing off words again, that again I don’t know what they are. He stops and stares at me like he’s expecting me to know what he said.

I stand there waiting, as he is blocking the path and I can’t get by him, as normally I would have kept going. This is not the first time someone has come up to me yelling strange gibbering words like this before, and my usual assumption is to assume the person is nuts, drunk, or on drugs, but this guy has blocked the path and I can not get past him.

He flips through the papers and pulls out another on, again starts spouting off a lot of words I do not know, so again, I don’t know what he said.

He puts that page down and is now looking very confused, just as confused looking as I am myself feeling.

He’s no longer yelling at me, and is now talking in normal voice and says: “You really didn’t write that did you?”

I say: “I don’t know what language it is.”

He says: “But you email me every week, almost every day, you done it for years now.”

I say again: “I do not have email. It’s not possibly for me to email you. I don’t use email. And I also don’t know who you are.”

He says: “How do you not know me? Everyone knows me.”

I assume at that point he must be famous or something, by the way he said it. So i respond with:

“I don’t have a TV. I lived without electricity and plumbing for the first forty years of my life. I’m only just now starting to learn that most Americans own mirrors and toilets. It’s highly unlikely I would know anyone famous as I have never had access to such things."

He goes: “What about Stephen King?”

I say: “I don’t know him either. I know his fans like to show up in my yard and tell me that he thinks my car is haunted. Apparently he wrote a  book about me and my car and gave out my home address on some late night tv show, because his fans all say that’s how they found my home address.”

He goes: “You don’t know who Stephen King is?”

I say: “No. Should I?”

He says: “You talk about Stephen King all the time” he waves the stack of papers around in the air over his head. “You’re like his biggest fan or something.”

I say: “I don’t know who he is. I only know his name at all because ever since 1997 I’ve had to near daily call the police to drag his fans out of my yard, because they claim I’m “Stephen King’s Gypsy Witch, the real live Gypsy he based his movie Gypsy off of” and they say my car is “The Real Christine the World’s Most Haunted Car”, but near as i cam tell Stephen King is one of those crazy UFO nuts who believes my homeless WW2 veteran friend is an alien because, my friend is a midget, he has dwarfism, so people call him an alien. I let him sleep in my car at night, that’s why people think my car is haunted.”

He says: “YOU don’t think your car is haunted?”

I say: “No, only stupid people think that. There’s no such thing as ghosts or aliens or demons. Crazy people believe crazy things about my car.”

He goes silent again for a moment then says: “You… don’t… you don’t… you don’t believe in aliens?”

I say: “There is plenty of scientific evidence that there is no possible way for aliens to reach earth, because of how many hundreds of thousands of years it would take for a ship to get here. Scientists have proven that over and over again, only uneducated people believe in aliens. It’s foolish to believe in aliens.”

He says: “You know about lightyears?”

I say: “I took astrophysics in college. I write a Sci-Fi series about an Elf Merchant from the 40th century who travels Star Trek like to other galaxies. I wanted to know if the type of space travel his ship used was plausible. It wasn’t, so I made him be a wizard who powered his ship by magic spells instead.”

He stars at his stack of papers again: Then says: “But what about all the cryptid sightings?”

I say: “I don’t know what that is.”

He says: “These emails you keep sending me!” Waves papers around again.

I say: “I already told you, I don’t have email. It’s not physically possible for me to email you as I do not use email at all. I did not send you or anyone else any emails.”

He says: “But the cryptids!”

I say: “I don’t know what that means.”

He says: “CRYPTIDS! You talk about cryptids all the time!”

I say: “I don’t know what a cryptid is, so I can not very well talk about it. I really think you have me mixed up with someone else.”

He FINALLY, explains in long detail, that the weird gibberish words he’s been listing off for the past 15 minutes are names of cryptids, and apparently he is some famous cryptologist researcher or so he said, and I again told him that I still don’t know what any of those words mean.

He says a word then looks at me, like he’s waiting for a response.

Then he says: “Don’t you know what that is?”

Me: “No, I already told you whatever language you are speaking, I don’t know it.”

He says: “It’s not a language, it’s the Latin word for BigFoot.”

I say: “Ahhh. BigFoot.” I nod and make a mental note that this guy is probably crazy and I should now reach for my pepper spray and no sane person believes in BigFoot..but I say out load: “Then why didn’t you just say BigFoot?”

He says: “Because you are the one who wrote this email to me and you say ____.”

I say again: “I do not have an email, so I can not email anyone and I don’t know who YOU even are, so even if I could email anyone why would I email YOU?”

He says: “Because you’re EelKa!”

I say: “No I’m not. EelKat isn’t real.”

He goes: “He goes, what do you mean EelKat isn’t real, I’m talking to you right now!”

I say: “But I’m not EelKat. I’m Wendy. EelKat is a talking cat from a Science Fiction novel that I published forty-seven years ago.”

He goes: “You keep emailing me about these cryptids you keep finding!”

I say: “I don’t believe in monsters. And I keep telling you, I DO NOT HAVE AN EMAIL! I don’t know who is emailing you, but it isn’t me.”

At that point, I backed up and made it to a space in the path big enough to turn around, and went back to my apartment as quickly as possible, because I don’t know who this guy is, but all his talk about cryptics, aliens, and other fictional bull shit that he was treating as real, was starting to freak me out. One of my uncles was a member of Heaven’s Gate, and so I developed at HUGE PTSD of anyone who believes in aliens, ufos, or other fictional things that they treat as real, and once I realized this guy was one of those types, it was triggering my PTSD really bad so I just had to get away from him…

but now… I’m wondering… who in the heck was emailing him and using the name of a character (EelKat) from one of my old novels to do so?

It just seems really bizarre and I’m wondering, if this person emailing him is the same one who was making a lot of Reddit and FaceBook accounts and pretending to be me, that entire ten years of when I was not online because I was paralized? It certainly sounds like her, given the weird alien and monster talk that guy says she was doing in her emails to him.

The FBI still has not found out who it was who closed out all my bank accounts and stole all my money (I found out about it in 2023, but it happens sometime between 2013 and 2023, because I had been paralized and had not used my bank accounts that entire time; in 2023 when I was first starting to relearn to walk I went to the back and was told my accounts had been closed all the money withdrawn, and the bank said because it had happened more than 6 months prior their system had auto deleted all records, so they had no way to find out who did it or when they did it). The FBI thinks the woman who has been impersonating me on social networks online is probably the same one who is impersonating me offline locally and likely is the person who closed my bank accounts (the accounts were started in 1979 and had no digital access, they could only be accessed in person, so the bank knows it was done by someone who physically went into the bank building).

Anyways, it occurred to me that the person emailing this man, might be the person the FBI is looking for about my stolen money, but I did not think of it at the time, and now I don’t know how to find the man to see if he’ll forward all those emails he got to the FBI agent in charge of the investigation.

We are left to assume the woman impersonating me is friends or family of the woman who murdered my son... the FBI says they believe the woman impersonating me to be connected to the Sanford Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and they say she drives a large newish black sedan, either a Cadillac, Lincoln, or Buik, or a make that looks like those, such as a Lexus (FBI says witnesses always describe her with a big black car but that each witness says a differant make), they say she is a woman likely in her 30s to 40s (much younger then me) has dark shoulder length wavy hair, and is a white woman. The FBI says she is most often reported being encountered in Pine Point and Scarborough.... I have not seen her myself, so I have no clue how accurate witnesses who claim to have seen her are.

We know that in addition to being the one trying to buy my land, and being the one starting the voodoo curses and "sea witch of old orchard beach" and "witch for hire" rumors, and the rumors claiming I am a member of the saco Ward Church, that this Claire woman who murdered my son and crippled me, also:

.... started rumors claiming I was transgender, in her attempts to say there was no baby on account of my being "a man in a dress" (her term), even though I am a cis-female and was pregnent when she attacked!

We know she started rumors saying my car was haunted... my car was demon possessed... my best friend (a homeless WW2 war veteran) is an alien... and that I was abducted by aliens... in addition to starting the rumors calling me a witch... even though I don't believe in aliens, ghosts, demons, hauntings, or ufos...

We know she started the Stephen King rumors as well, which started about 30 days after my son's murder... I don't know Sephen King, and had never heard of him until his fans started showing up in responce to these rumors.... and I'm still uncertain what exactly these rumours even are, I just know I'm getting flooded with Stephen King fans showing up in my yard looking for Sephen King and babbling weird shit about my yard being his vacation home or something? ..???... I don't get it, none of them is ever clear on what they are talking about and are always hyped up looking to get Stephen King's autograph.

And...aparently too there are some rumors about stolen cats, and her claim that there was no baby because I am talking about cats? (My mom's ex husband Wayne Witten, had 7 cats that were stolen in 2015, and there was a big court case over it... I can only assume she is talking about that and for some reason trying to say his cats were mine? I don't know. I can't think of what else this cat rumor could be refering to).

...

In any case, the FBI believes this "Claire" woman who murdered my son to be the source of starting ALL of those rumors... the FBI believes she is doing so to try to convince locals I'm crazy/mentally unstable on grounds of "Look she believes in aliens, she believs her car is haunted, etc".

This woman has taken to massive levels of slander, libal, and spear champainging, all in huge gaslighting misdirection attempts to make people forget:

1 - that on August 8, 2013 a backhoe drove over my house

2 - that on November 14, 2013 my son was murdered and I was crippled.

We don't know if there are other additional rumors, gossip, slander, and libal being started and spread by her about me or not, as many of these things I am only just now finding out about, and aparently they've been being spread like wildfire around York County, Maine for over a decade now, without my knowing about it.

My house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013 vs August 8, 2013... never forget this is what transphobes of Maine do to pregnant cis women whom they falsely accuse of being transgender....my house July 4, 2013, picture taken because we were also done building the baby room on the back of the building - notice the building permit for said baby room in the window. vs my house August 8, 2013, only 30 days later, when a deranged lunatic drove over it with a backhoe AND had a dump truck haul it away... while I was gone to work ... only 90 days before the same people who were there in my yard with the backhoe, would arrive at the college November 14, 2013 and murder the baby the room was being built for after demolishing said baby room.

Update April 18, 2026

Should I just upload all 7,000 pages of the FBI files of my son's murder investigation? And where? And how? It's been 13 years since Xavier was murdered and I feel like the FBI is dragging their feet and getting no where, and I wonder, would it not just be faster if I made the file public so people could see for themselves the names of how many people the FBI has found in Scarborough, Old Orchard, Saco, Biddeford, and the surrounding towns… who had a KNOWN AND VERIFIED connection to either my son's murder, particularly through their obsession with the house that the backhoe drove over, an event that left me homeless WHILE I was 5 months pregnant with the baby they later murdered… does it not seem like more eyes on the files, would lead to faster arrest of the murderer?

So, seeing how there is of late, an increasing number of people, both online and offline, contacting me to say "Yes, I too was told you were a member of the Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints", and in each case, then just randomly being told this by a stranger they say they did not know, and did not know why the person randoml;y told them this…

So, seeing how its been happening a lot, I contacted the church in question…

…and this make a BIG change in the motive behind the slander… because the FBI has been saying they believed the slander was being done by friends and family of my son's murderer… note that my son was murdered on November 14, 2013.

…keep that date in mind and let's continue:

So, seeing how its been happening a lot, I contacted the church in question…and guess what…according to them, in 2010, THREE YEARS BEFORE my son was murdered, someone, contacted them, and REQUESTED my records to be transferred from my church (The Cape Elizabeth Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, the church I have attended and been a member of since 1975, and I have never gone to any other church in 51 years), my church records: baptism records, birth certificates, temple records, everything, from the Cape Elizabeth Church, to the Saco Church.

In other words, yes, indeed, the Saco church DOES have all of my record there, and list me as a member. And they say they've had them since September of 2010.

That's 3 years before my son was murdered.

That means, whoever it is impersonating me… they started impersonating me at least THREE YEARS BEFORE my son's murder… meaning they did NOT, as the FBI told me, start doing it BECAUSE of my son's murder.

But it gets stranger…

I asked if they knew WHO requested my records transferred, because I certainly didn't, nor was I even aware it had been done.

Ben.

They said Ben did it.

Ben says he did not do it.

But Ben also says he does not know Don. And I know that's a lie, because I caught Ben paying Don to cut down trees on my land. And I NEVER gave any one permission to be on my land, cutting trees or otherwise.

Ben, DOES NOT have permission to give ANYONE permission to do ANYTHING on my land.

So if Ben has ever told you you could be near my land, know that he lied to you and I won't think twice about slapping your trespassing ass in jail.

NO ONE has permission to do or say ANYTHING on my behalf.

Not Ben, not my mother, not my father, not any Atwater, not any church… and if ANYONE has EVER told you they were speaking for me, about ANYTHING know that they ARE lying to you and I don't care how much you say "But they said", because they are not me, and I WILL call the police on you.

But now comes the question… who do I sue? Ben for putting in the transfer request without my knowledge or permission?

Or The Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints for carrying out the request WITHOUT ever contacting ME to see if I was actually aware it was happening?

…interestingly, the people who say they were told I believe in aliens, ALSO cite having been told this by a random would who walked up to them on the street, in the store, on up their driveway, to tell them "Watch out for her she believes in aliens"... and we HAVE identified some of the people doing it… or rather the cars they leave in: a navy blue mini van with "Weasly" license plate and a Mini Copper with "Hi I Q" license plate.

…likewise the witchcraft rumours, the haunted car rumors, and several other similar slanderous lies being spread about me, are always being given to people in this same method…same 2 cars seen doing it.

It is a very bizarre and rather unique method of slander, known as "proselytizing", specifically it is when someone pays a "crew" of people to wandering around going door to door to spread propaganda… a thing known in many religions as "missionary work"... are they members of that church and using this method to slander me because they are members of that church?

So, now the question is… are those 2 cars connected to that church, what do those 2 cars have to do with my bank accounts being closed out (the stolen money that was previously suspected of being laundered out of my bank account and into that church's bank account)... are those 2 cars connected to the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013 (it already known that that church paid the backhoe driver, the question is WHO from that church did so); and are those 2 cars connected to my son's murder on November 14, 2013 (it is already known that the woman who murdered my son, is connected to that church and that church has, previously already refused to allow FBI agents to interview them).

But, now Ben's name is on yet MORE documents connected to both the backhoe driving over my house… a house that we had just finished adding a baby bedroom too days before the backhoe arrived… and his son's murder… a baby… that he refused to allow me to go to a doctor for the entire pregnancy, his reason "What would the Bishop think?" (Bishop Dr. Larivier of the Sanford ward Church, being the bishop he was referring to).

Ben is among the list of people refusing to cooperate with the FBI, along with my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church, ALL of whom have done an interesting thing.

After the FBBI agents go to their houses, they, .Ben, my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church, come over here to me and give me hell, in a rage, claiming that I sent the FBI over to snoop around their houses and accuse them of crimes. These people CLAIM that I am telling the FBI all sorts of things about them.

And yet, in each and every case, I was never aware the FBI had gone to their houses, I never told the FBI ANYTHING.

The FBI showed up here AFTER they had already contacted every one else first.

You see, when Ben, my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church all started telling me the FBI was going to their houses… my response was:

"Why? There isn't an FBI investigation, is there? I've never talked to the FBI. What are you talking about?"

The FBI was going around to all their houses throughout 2013 and into 2016 and onwards… but my first time encountering the FBI agents in charge of my son's murder investigation was June 16, 2016… three years AFTER my son was murdered. The FBI investigation was going on for three full years before I even found out about it.

I only knew Ben, my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church were being contacted by the FBI because Ben, my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church kept raving and ranting both online and offline, with weird accusations saying "Wendy's causing trouble, she's sending the FBI over here!"

Let me point out that more then FOUR HUNDRED members of the Atwater family said these exact words on my FaceBook profile between 2013 and 2016: "Stop causing trouble for me! Stop sending the FBI over to my house!"... to which I always replied: "What are you talking about? I'm not sending the FBI anywhere?"

It was very confusing… until June 16, 2016, the FBI finally showed up to talk to me. They had a lot to say. And I was stunned, because the police, never told me the FBI had taken over my son's murder case.

But, for the first time, I suddenly understood WHY Ben, my mother, my father, the 400 + Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church had all been accusing me of "causing trouble and sending over the FBI!"

My son was murdered. And the FBI had gone to their houses to ask them, if they knew, of anyone, who might want to murder my 8 month old baby.

In fact, BEFORE the atwaters went nutjob with the accusations of "Wendy's causing trouble!" The FBI had been focusing on Ben. And what the FBI had ACTUALLY been asking my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church… was this: "Do you suspect domestic abuse? Do you think Ben would hire a hitman to murder his own son? Do you know why Ben refused to allow Wendy to get prenatal treatment? Do you know why Ben would not take Wendy to the hospital? Do you know why, when Wendy's spine, hips, and knees were broken November 14, 2013, why did Ben wait until February 14, 2014 to finally take her to the free clinic and tell them she fell on the ice?"

Those are the questions the FBI asked my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church, to which my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church responded by saying on FaceBook :Wendy's causing trouble, she sent to FBI after us!"

No one… not one of them… my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church, thought there was anything wrong with what Ben did, and for some reason they were so convinced that the FBI was there to in their own words from their FaceBook posts "take or cats and children" that they completely ignored, overlooked, and outright forgot, that the REASON the FBI was there was to ask them, if they had any information to lead to identifying my son's murderer.

But… now in 2026, in recent weeks, as more and more is being found out…it is becoming glaring apparent, that Ben, my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church ALL have some connection to BOTH the backhoe that drove over my house on August 8, 2013 AND my son's murder on November 14, 2013.

And with this, now, yet another one… the discovery that BEN is the one who has not only been telling people I'm a member of a church I never attended, but he also is the one who contacted that church and had my records transferred from my ACTUAL church, to this church in Saco… why?

Why did he do that?

I am seeing more and more, that I can not trust Ben, my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church, because they ALL seem now to have been working together to destroy my land, drive a backhoe over my house, cut my car in half, murder my son, and cripple me… it's no wonder NOT ONE of them has lifted a finger to help with my son's murder investigation.

I don't know who to trust any more.

And I'm lead to ask now… I have 3 brothers… they DID attend the Saco Church… are THEY aware what is going on? The FBI has never mentioned them at all, so I don't know if the FBI has ever talked my brothers or not. I don't even know if my brothers still attend that church or not.

Well, if this murder investigation has taught me anything, its that no one was ever a real friend to me, no one ever loved me, and no one cares about finding my son's killer because they are all too busy being guilty about who knows what, to dare talk to the FBI agents who still keep knocking at their doors, over and over again.

I do have to ask this though:

If the FBI knocked on your door, how would YOU respond?

My default, when they showed up, was to think "Oh no! Someone's hurt? Did someone die? Is my family okay?"

Not once did i think: "Oh no! Someone sent the FBI here to find out what been doing!"

Why do Ben, my mother, my father, the Atwaters, and around 75 members of the Saco Ward Church, all, every one of them default to "Oh no! Wendy sent the FBI here to arrest us!"

How is THAT the first thing they thought when the FBI showed up to ask them to help find my son's killer?

Their responses, just lead me to think: they are involved with my son's murder, because, if they weren't, they'd have nothing to hide and nothing to fear.

I do not understand their reactions at all.Though it has lead to me understanding that they are all cold, cruel, heartless, uncaring, unfeeling, and don't give a shit that their son/grandson/nephew/cousin was murdered… of course, I already knew that when no one showed up at Xavier Octavian Allen-Wildes funeral, not even his father, Ben. No one. Exactly ZERO.

I don't know what to think about now knowing that it was Ben who has been telling people I go to the Saco Ward, and that it was Ben who transferred my records without me knowing it was even done. He never wanted the baby, that was never a secret. He spent the entire of 2013 preaching "the exceptions of when the Mormon church allows abortion" and refused to let me go to a doctor or a midwife or a hospital… and was infuriated when he found out people at college, some of my teachers, some of my classmates, all of the game group, knew I was pregnant.

But then, there is the fact that the church record transfer happened THREE YEARS before my son was murdered… meaning this started BEFORE I was even pregnant, and the baby was not the original motive at all.

Who can I trust any more?

This is literally, my husband, both my parents, and ALL of my aunts, uncles, and cousins, and my mother's church group, that are ALL suspects for being involved in both the backhoe driving over my house and my son's murder.

Why would they do this? I still can't understand what the motive behind any of it could be.

At first the FB said they thought insurance, but then they found out I had no house insurance, nor do I have life insurance, so that cross out that motive. I don't get any money from the government (Maine has this weird law where you can't have 2 people in 1 family getting disability and my father was already on disability, so as long as I'm staying with him I can't get disability, but being paralized, as long as I don't get disability I have no way to not stay with him. My income is too low for either food stamps of medical coverage (contrary to popular myth, those are both LOANS and your income must be high enough for you to pay the state back)... the FBI says the Atwaters believe some pirate relative in the 1700s buried gold on my land, and the FBI thinks THAT is the motive he Atwaters have… okay, that sounds crazy, but these are the people who were members of Heaven's Gate and tried to fly to heaven on an alien mother-ship, so, pirate gold buried on my land is not the craziest thing I've heard the Atwaters say.

This is a family that loves to preach "Family over everything!, "Family proclamation", "Family first"... I guess me and my son don't count as family and are expendable, thus why they don't bat an eye at me in a wheelchair or my son being murdered.

My way of thinking: You can preach "Family over everything" all you want, but if you ain't got the balls to fight for justice after an 8 month old baby has his head bashed in with a golf club… you REALLY don't believe "Family over everything".

Xavier Octavian Allen Wildes - is Ben's son, so clearly "Family over everything" doesn't matter to him.

Xavier Octavian Allen Wildes - is my mother's grandson, my father's grandson so clearly "Family over everything" doesn't matter to them.

Xavier Octavian Allen Wildes - is the nephew and cousin of the Atwaters, so clearly "Family over everything" doesn't matter to them either.

Being paralized these past 13 years, I've not been able to get out and do any investigating of my own.

These past 13 years, I've had to rely ONLY on what police officer Will Watson and FBI Agent Andy Drewer tell me is going on with the investigation.

But that is changing now, that I'm starting to walk again, on some limited level at least. Because now I can start going to all these place, like I just did, the Saco ward Church, and find out for myself, who is and is not lying to me and about me.

So, this marks the start of me no longer relying 100% on only information told me by police and FBI… this is the start of me going out there and tracking down my son's murderer myself.

I'm thinking of just taking all 7,000 (yes seven thousand) pages of the FBI investigation doocuments and posting them online, because there's like 40+ names listed in here, I don't even know who these people are, and maybe if I just start scanning and uploading the entire case file online, people will know who these people are and how they are connected to the backhoe, Ben, my parents, the Atwaters

I mean it's been 13 years… and while the FBI has done a lot of work, there's only like two hundred of these pages that is information they are allowing me to talk about… like I said, I know a LOT MORE then I'm saying online, and what I've said online isn't even one sixteenth of the amount of actual information I have.

I mean, I have lists of people in Connecticut and Utah and Arizona, and they are ALL people I've never heard of before. But the FBI says they are involved, and connected to the backhoe that drove over my house.

I've got lists of names from all over Maine Waterville, Waterborough, Bangor, Oreno… again, I have no clue who any of these people are, but the FBI says they are ALL connected to my son's murder.

And the FBI wants most of this stuff not released to the public, but I'm homeless now for THIRTEEN YEARS and my health getting worse BECAUSE I am homeless… I NEED a house back on my land, but I have no way to put a house back on my land, because I have no income, and someone closed out my bank accounts, and BECAUSE I have no income, I can't get disability, or food stamps, or medical coverage because my income is too low. I can't go back to work, because I need surgery, but I can't get surgery because I have no medical insurance, and I can't get medical insurance, because according to the DHHS I am 768% below the federal poverty level.

I could work from home, if I wasn't homeless, but a backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, which is why I am homeless.

And it is this endless circle, that overall, is 100% caused by this backhoe that drove over my house.

That the police and FBI can't seem to find out who exactly the driver was or who exactly it was who paid him to drive over my house.

But, the list of people suspected of being involved in hiring the backhoe to drive over my house , includes 75+ members of this Saco Ward Church, that I am now finding out was HEAVILY involved in EVERYTHING!!!!!

To the point there are records of members of this church going to the town hall in… 2010… THREE YEARS BEFORE the backhoe… and telling the Old Orchard Beach Town hall they were getting a house demolition permit, on my behalf, claiming that I sent them there!

Clearly, something something happened in 2010 to cause a large of this very small church congregation to gain an unhealthy obsession with me, my land, and "Kenny's little yellow house" as they call my house in the paperwork.

Ken is my father and never owned that house. I inherited it in 1983 from his mother Helen Ricker Allen.
And yet… I see a LOT of these documents referring to MY house as "Kenny's little yellow house".

Like I said, I don't know how to make sense of these seven thousand pages of information from the FBI investigation into my son's murder, which apparently, was just a more recent event in a chain of evens that started several years before I was even pregnant and involves, my parents, Ben, the Atwaters, and this church in Saco, ALL of whom, were near daily going to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, trying to get information about "Kenny's little yellow house at 146 Portland Avenue Old Orchard Beach, Maine"... so my question here is… WHY are there just under FIVE HUNDRED people all obsessed with going to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall between 2010 and 2013 obsessively demanding various information about MY house while calling it my father's house?

What is even going on with ANY of this?

One of the FBI's several theories as to motive for my son's murder, is the motive that my son was murdered because I won't sell my land at 146 Portland Ave… because in 2010, someone in Kennebunk asked me to trade my land in Old Orchard for their house in Kennebunk, claiming that I was the one who had contacted them with that suggestion.

There is just this massive amount of obsession of a strip of land that is barely even seventy-five feet wide… you can see my motorhome… the hood is on one side of my land and the back is on the other, and I have exactly enough room to put my car beside it…. two car spaces… that wide my land it…

My house that the backhoe drove over… it was NINE FEET WIDE by SIXTEEN FEET long.

For point of reference.. my Volvo, is EIGHT feet wide and FOURTEEN feet long.

My house was exactly 2 feet longer and 2 feet wider then my Volvo 240.

My land isn't even wide enough to be a road… it's barely wide enough to call it a path.

You can SEE how small this tiny little strip of land is… so explain to me why, I have a list of just under FIVE HUNDRED NAMES, of people, all connected to this one church in Saco… who are so obsessed with buying my land, that ONE OF THEM drove a backhoe over my house and beat my 8 month old baby's head in with a golf club.

Explain that too me, because I don't understand it.

Why is this piece of land that is smaller then the average driveway, worth killing a child over?

But also, I'm just wondering, how much faster would my son's murderer be identified, if I just took this huge 7k page file and posted online, so everyone everywhere could see for themselves the names of how many people the FBI has found in Scarborough, Old Orchard, Saco, Biddeford, and the surrounding towns… who had a KNOWN AND VERIFIED connection to either my son's murder, particularly through their obsession with the house that the backhoe drove over, an event that left me homeless WHILE I was 5 months pregnant with the baby they later murdered.

UPDATE March 2, 2026:

Alright, what is this guy talking about? I know I keep asking, but he was here again yesterday and as usually, he was doing his weird babbling calling me "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsy Witch", calling my car haunted, calling my car "The GoldenEagle", saying aliens live in my car, calling my homeless WW2 vet friend an alien, while also calling him "Etiole", and acting like he thinks I'm supposed to know what he is even talking about!

Who is Stephen King?

What is The Thinner movie?

Why is he saying my car is haunted?

Why is he saying my car is called "The GoldenEagle?"

Why is he saying my friend is an alien?

Why is he saying my friend is called "Etiole"?

And why are so many people doing it?

The problem is, if it was just ONE guy doing this I was think, okay, he's just crazy, the problem is, he is one of WELL OVER THIRTY THOUSAND PEOPLE who has shown up in my yard, since my son's murder in 2013, to say these things.

I think 30,000 people taking the time to hunt down my home address, drive across the country, land in my yard, to start gibbering weird stuff about some guy I don't know (Stephen King, who is Stephen King and why is he sending people to my yard?), claiming I'm in some movie I never heard of (what is The Thinner movie - I have never owned a tv and have gone to fewer than ten movies in my entire life, so I don't know what this movie even is), all calling my car haunted (no matter how much I say it is not haunted, it's doesn't matter, they refuse to believe me and persist in saying it is haunted), all calling my car "The GoldenEagle" and I don't know why, because I don't call it that. (the only GoldenEagle I know is a character from my novels),...why?

Every single one of these people who do this, have the exact same narrative, almost identical to each other, nearly word for word like they are reading some script… which makes me think they are reading or watching something somewhere and they are quoting it.

They keep talking about a movie, and they keep saying I'm in it. I keep telling them I've never been in a movie, and they keep saying, yes I have.

There WAS a time when a film crew showed up in my yard, back in the 1990s, at ONE A.M. in the morning, dragged us all out of bed, they DID keep calling us Gypsies and roamed around my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, oooohing and ahhhing,, and talking about "oh so this is how Gypsies live", and they DID use the name "Stephen King" a lot, it was the first time I'd ever heard that name. They made my parents and my haunted and uncles, takes our cars to Shop and Save Parking Lot in Saco (now renamed Hannaford in Saco) across the street from Dairy Queen in Saco, and they made them drive our cars across the turnpike exit bridge at Exit 5, over and over and over and over and over again, for five hours of steady none stop driving back and forth on that bridge, while some guy yelled at us about the lack of fog and the need for bringing in fog machines, which they set up all around the edge of the bridge….and the entire time, my parents, my aunts, my uncles, all of the oldest cousins were crying and begging and pleading and asking to be allowed to go home, most of them thought we were being held hostage, most of them were convinced these white people were going to kill us before morning… they finally left at five A.M. leaving us scared out of our minds and confused as to what in the heck any of that was about.

And THAT… seems to be what people are referring to when they say "The Thinner Movie" or claim I'm "in a Stephen King movie" or call me "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsy Witch".

I don't know what year that was, I had not yet learned about numbers and calendars and dates, and years yet, but all three of my brothers had been already born, so I was at least in my twenties at the time.

I was still being kept locked in the woodshed thing at the back of the blue house at 144 Portland Ave, so I was not yet thirty one because I was thirty one when I escaped from that room-thing, that I had been kept locked in since I was eight. My parents took me out of school when I was eight, when my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen died, and they locked m me in that room thing and the ONLY time I was let out was when home teacher Time Smith and Steven Bryant came over or when visiting teacher Kathy Smith and Letta Bryant came over, for their once monthly visits, and when high priest Ben came over on Sundays to take me to church… and I stayed in that room thing for twenty seven years… so no, I never saw v, I never saw movies, I never saw toilets, I never saw showers, I never saw lights, I never saw electricity, I only knew toilets and electricity existed because because the Cape Elizabeth Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints had them… the room was kept locked in had a dirt floor, and the walls and roof were made out of boards, that had two inch wide spaces between then, so I slept in rain and snow and ice with no protection from any of it…

You people who like to joke about "the feral child of Old Orchard Beach"... that was ME… I was that child. I'm now in fifties and I'm only JUST LEARNING HOW TO TALK, because I never had contact with ANY Humans, outside of my parents, the Atwater aunts and uncles, the Smiths, the Bryants, and Ben… NO ONE ELSE EVER! Not once in my entire life.

So if you want to ask questions about Stephen King and haunted cars and aliens… you ask THEM… because I don't know what you are talking about.

That man you call "Etiole", he's the homeless man who was the ONLY PERSON in the entire of Old Orchard Beach, who had any decency, and actually TRIED to get me out of that room, thing. My uncle Bruce is the one who used to call him an alien, while Ben called him a demon. He called them child abusers and tried for years to help me.

And the fact that since 2013, when my son was murdered, since then THIRTY THOUSAND strangers from states all over the country, have shown up here asking questions about "Etiole" and either claiming they want to catch him because they think he's an alien or excosise him because they think he's a demon… the fact that SO MANY people are saying this, tells me these adults who kept me locked in that room for twenty seven years, have a done a HUGE slander campaign, on levels I can't even begin to fathom, if that many people are coming from that many places, ALL calling him "Etiole", all calling him "an alien", all calling him "a demon"... words only my uncle Bruce ever used.

But these people are also acting like I'm supposed to know who in the heck is Stephen King? They ask me how to find his house, they ask me what was it like working with him, they ask me what was it like being in his movie… and I don't even know who he is!

They say things like everyone knows him, well, I don't! They say things like everyone reads his books… honey, I was locked in that room thing from the time I was eight years old until I was thirty one years old, at what point do you think I was reading books? They say well everyone has seen his movies, honey, again, I'm barely a decade out of that room, I've seen less then one movie a year I don't have an income I can't afford to go to movies. Stop thinking in terms of YOUR lifestyle, and pay attention to the conditions I've only recently escaped from.

I mean everyone calls me "that crazy woman who used to be a feral child" for a REASON. The reason being I WAS a feral child and I am STILL CURRENTLY trying to learn how to assimilate into mainstream society.

I don't have all this inside slang lingo media knowledge that you do.

So NO!: I don't know who Stephen King is!

NO! I don't know why you call my 1964 Dodge 330 "The GoldenEagle"... I've always just called it "The Dodge". I do not call my car "The Goldeneagle" so I don't know why YOU are calling it that.

NO! I don't know why you call my friend "Etiole". He has a name, and that's not it, and no I'm not telling you his name, because you'll just use that as a reason to go find him and harass him more then you already do. Etiole is the name of a fictional merman character who was in a book that my kindergarten teacher Mrs Bureau, published for me after I won some local writing competition. I was five years old when my first book was published. It was a 16 page picture book about an electric eel merman named Etiole, his black cat friend named Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, and there satyr friend named Gremlin, who drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin to the Washinton DC Temple, there is a line in that book where they made the car "fly like a goldeneagle over the Brooklyen Bridge in New York"… we had just come back from a trip to said temple, and we owned that car. That's what the word Etiole comes from. And I think that's where the word "goldeneagle" is coming from too. The word EelKat comes from that same book too. It only sold like five hundred copies, mostly to local parents of the Jameson School of Old Orchard Beach…

…whoever is the source for calling my car "The Goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", and calling me "EelKat", it's got to be someone with a copy of that book. But, again, I was three years old when we went to the DC temple, and I was three years old when I wrote that, and I was five years old when my kindergarten teacher Mrs Bureau published it through some contest Maine schools had done.
It was a sixteen page picture book written by a three year old toddler in the 1970s, fifty years ago in 1978.

Etiole is a fictional merman, Eelkat is a fictional talking black cat, the goldeneagle in reference to a car I owned was in reference to a 1974 AMC Gremlin not the 1964 Dodge 330 and was not the name of the car at all. But they all come from that one book.

I've published dozens of books since then which has "the silver skinned eel merman" in it, but, he's never given a name. That one book from 1978 is the ONLY time the word "Etiole" was used, so whoever it is who is the source of calling my WW2 vet friend by that same name, I would assume they have a copy of that book.

I was taken out of school when I was eight years old.

I was put in that room thing when I was eight years old.

I'me barely a decade out of that room, I'm still trying to learn how to do thing everyone else thinks are just normal… I still can' figure out how to eat with a fork, everyone around me acts like that's the easiest thing in the world I can't even figure out how to hold it!

After I escaped that room thing, I lived under a 6x8 tarp from May 2006 until February 2019.

While I had a house, I was not aware I could live in it. No one had ever taught me that people lived inside houses, so it never occurred to me to live inside the house.

Inside the house was my cloths, my ten thousand Disney comic books, my encyclopedias, my college books as I had started going to college to learn how to read and write… I have not yet learned math, my son's being murdered interrupted my getting an education.

So all these things that people are saying about Stephen King, haunted cars, Etiole, Goldeneagle, aliens, and demons… I'm wondering:

WHO started these rumours?

WHO is spreading these rumours?

HOW are they spreading these rumours?

Because again, I've got people showing up from California, Alaska, Florida, these people are travelling HUGE distances to come here and they are arriving EXPECTING me to know who Sephen King is, expecting me to regal them with tales of aliens and demons and haunted cars, and they are being very VISIBLY disappointed to meet me and find out "you are not what I was told you were".

WHAT are they being told I am?

WHO is telling them that I am whatever it is they expect I'm going to be?
And WHY?

WHY has someone takening it upon themselves to connect me to this Stephen King guy?

WHY has someone decided my 1964 Dodge 330 is haunted, WHY do these call it "The World's Most Haunted Car", WHY do they call it "The Goldeneagle"?

WHY has someone takening it upon themselves to call a world war two pilot who is nearly a hundred years old, call him "Etiole" the name taken from a book I wrote when i was a three year old toddler?

WHY has someone decided to call this world war two veteran an alien and a demon? Why are they saying he's the demon haunting my Dodge?

None of this makes any sense to me.

WHO is doing this?

And WHY?

Again, ALL of this started after I escaped from that room, after I started going to college to ry to learn how to live with mainstream people…

I started YCCC college September 2009,

I got my GED and I transferred SMCC college January 2010,

my 1964 Dodge was cut in half May 2010.

I got my driver license October 2010,

I had passed all the remedial classes in 2012.

I bought my motorhome February 2012, with the plan to transfer to Harvard in Mass because Harvard had sent me an acceptance package (I did not request it, apparently SMCC administration had sent in the forms) 2012 to 2013 was to be spent taking the prerequisites, I was going to transfer January 2014 planning to live in the motorhome at a campground not far from Harvard.

There was a bomb in my classroom March 2013, SMCC was closed for the week, that building and all classes in it remained closed the rest of the year. I got pregnant that same week, a side effect of Ben having a panic attack over my almost dying in the bombing of not just my college, but my classroom specifically.

Due to my being pregnant, travel plans were changed, we got a permit with the town hall to add a baby room to the back of the house, it was finished in July, thus the photos taken of the house at that time.

A week later someone used a sledge hammer to smash out all the back and side windows of the house, go inside, knock over all the bookshelves, and tear pages out of all of my college textbooks, while taking a knife and scissors to all of my clothes.

There were more then TWO HUNDRED such vandalism attacks on my house between July 2001 and August 2013, all of which were reported to The Old Orchard Beach Police Department… however, in 2016 the FBI agents informed me that a woman who worked at The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall Code Office, whom had a second job as the Old Orchard Beach Police Dispatcher, and who had a third job as the Relief Society President of the Saco Ward Church, and taken ALL BUT FOUR of the total lifetime police reports made be me between  1975 and 2016 and ran all of them through a shreader… 

…this event led to her being fired from the town hall and police department.

In 2017 when the FBI investigated this woman and her family, she was found to own the 4 door white pick up truck, that had been frequently involved in attacks on my home. The truck was found hidden in her garage.

This woman is presumed to have been heavily involved in both the backhoe driving over my house and the murder of my son. Ironically, she is one of the few women who knew I was locked in that room for 27 years from the time I was 8, as she was one of the two women who checked in on me.

That same week a construction dump truck started arriving daily, dumping wooden shipping pallets and big black bags of garbage in my yard… in total the pile of garbage was one hundred and seventy five feet long, thirty feet wide, and twelve feet tall… Ben and my father hired a "friend" of theirs to haul the illegally dumped garbage out of my yard, he was due to arrive August 8, 2013.

August 8, 2013 the man who was to bring in a dumpster and haul out the garbage,, never arrived. I went to work on the pizza waffle food truck at George's, when I came home, there was a backhoe sitting on top of a huge empty place, where my house to be. Not only was the house gone, but so too were gone dozens of rose bushes, azalea bushes, apple trees, and grave vines, AND the top soil was gone… my yard was physically six feet shorter with all the grass and soil removed, scraped down to the bare ledge.

September 2013, a man shows up at my class, claims to be a new student, then side rails the professor with endless talk about Stephen King, Thinner Gypsies, haunted cars, and finally gets dragged out by campus security.

Throughout September, and October, I start parking increasingly close to the campus building, as daily I am having trouble getting from my class to my car, because of a woman carrying a golf club who starts showing up and hanging around my car no matter where I park it.

Southern Maine Community College, The Buglight Art Studio, at the BugLight Lighthouse on Prebble Beach, at the parking lot, my car is parked about ten feet from the door across from the studio bathroom. Prof Hillary's art class at 10 PM, we were the last 2 out of the building, most of the parking lot is empty. Hillary has just locked up the studio and drives away. I am putting my easel and paint set in the back seat of my Volvo on November 14, 2013 when a blond woman wielding a metal golf club, accompanied by a red hair woman and a bald man, and a 4 door white pickup truck, uses said golf club to break my spine and kill my baby.

After this point, here has been a wild influx of people showing up in my yard, claiming to be Stephen King fans, claiming I am "The Stephen King Thinner Gypsy Witch", claiming my Dodge is named either Goldeneagle or Christine (Christine is my middle name: Wendy Chriistine Allen, so I assume that to be why they sometimes call my Dodge "Christine"), claiming my ww2 vet friend is an alien or demon, claiming I am what they call "an alien abductee",... all of these things spiralling into ever wilder rumours, all of them starting around Thanksgiving day 2013 the week following my son's murder.

I remain as ever, confused as to who exactly Stephen King is, why people connect me to him, why people call my car haunted, why people keep saying my friend is either an alien or a demon, but the FBI agents in charge of my son's murder investigation, say they believe those rumors were started either by my son's murderer or one of her friends or relatives.

The FBI agent say that it seems to be she needed to "cover her tracks" by trying to make me look like a crazy ufo nut, so no one who pay attention to either the backhoe driving over my house or my son being murdered.But they also say, it looks like someone REALLY did not want me to leave Maine and have a possibility of anyone outside of Maine finding out about that room I was kept locked in for twenty-seven years. The FBI pointed out the bomb that happened a week after I bought the motorhome, and then they added "How well do you trust Ben?" and pointed out that a man who has romantic connections with 8 year old children instead of grown adult women "is not dealing with a full deck" and likely felt highly threatened by my buying the motorhome as the motorhome would have acted as a symbol of his losing control over me.

The FBI pointed out a lot of the violence seems to have been triggered by my going to college, and pointed out the alarming amount of times my professors had to have security take Ben out of my classrooms. Yes. There was that. He was coming in the classrooms and directing my professors on how to teach, and then staying in the hall outside the classroom door when they would not let him in… and when the art class went to Boston museum he tried to drive behind the bus. The FBI reminded me of this while again saying "How well do you trust Ben?"

The FBI says there are multiple records of multiple people paying the backhoe driver to drive over my house, and one of them was Ben, another was one of my uncles.

The FBI also pointed out that even though Ben was the high priest at the church, NO ONE from my church knew I was paralized, no one knew my son had been murdered, and in fact Ben had told hem that I had left the church and was no longer a member… when missionaries, visiting teachers, and home teachers tried to check in on me, Ben told them, NOT to, citing that I had joined some group called "exMormons" a group I'd never even heard of.

For thirteen years not one member of my church has stopped by to visit or check in on me, and for thirteen years i wondered WHY?

I attend that church for five decades. Never missed a Sunday. Sundays were my only time allowed out of that room! Going to Cape Elizabeth Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day sais was the only time I ever got to see people or take a bath or wear cloths.I lIVED for Sundays. I didn't have anything else to look forward to.

So when I became paralized and suddenly every single one of the members of my church suddenly vanished from my life… that was a huge blow.

And I didn't know, until the FBI told me years later, that none of them ever even knew I was paralized. None of them even knew I had a son, let alone that he was murdered. BECAUSE Ben himself, as well as my mother, and my father, and at least three of my aunts, and at least four of my uncles, and at least twenty of mu cousins, had ALL TOLD THEM, that I had left the church, specifically told them I had joined some anti-church group!

Why?

Why did Ben do that?

Why did my mother do that?

Why did my father do that?

Why did my aunts, uncles, and cousins do that?

I'm trying to deal with a backhoe driving over my house, my son being murdered, my being in a wheelchair, and wondering why my church abandoned me during thins… and then, on top of all that, now I have to deal with this influx of endless strangers showing up to gibber nonsense about Stephen King, haunted cars, aliens, and demons!

Why? Do you think I don't have enough to deal with being crippled, my son dead, and my house chopped up in some landfill, that you have to come up here and make sick jokes about aliens and demons?

Why is this what people do?

I don't even believe in aliens and demons and ghosts and hauntings, and I don't even know who Stephen King or this Thinner movie is! I'm kind of busy being crippled and dealing with my son's murder investigation, and being homeless because a backhoe drove over my house, too busy dealing with real life issue to want to also have to deal with creeps and their ridiculous conspiracies about aliens, demons, and haunted cars!

Why are these ufo nuts doing this? Why won't they leave me alone? Who is sending them here!

Do you have any idea how frustrating it is…

FBI gave me this phone number to direct anyone who has information to give it directly to them via 207–774–9322 or you can go into their office on Middle St in Portland.

May 5, 2026 update

Weird encounter today. A woman comes over and starts talking about how she remembered me selling Avon to her. I have no clue who she is. I also never sold Avon. My MOTHER sold Avon, throughout the 1980s and 1990s.

The woman says "Yeah, you used to bring this little kid with you? Haven't seen her in a while how is she?"

I AM the little girl. Whenever the Department of Health and Human Services came over to say people reported not seeing the child (me) in a while, my mother would take me with her to deliver Avon, and she made a big show of taking me into Avon customer houses while she delivered her orders to her customers.

The Avon Representative was MY MOTHER NO ME. I was the child she sometimes brought with her. I was not an Avon Representative. My mother was an Avon Representative.

I'm wondering... all these people who keep saying "you did this" and "you did that"... are they talking about my mother? Are they somehow mixing me up with my mother?

Like, people keep talking about cats being taken by police... that was my mother and her cats, not me.

People keep talking about the house that was cut in half and moved to Lake arrowhead... that was my mother and her house, not me. A church in Arundal did that in July 2001. She had a huge court battle with the minister of that church for several years. I was not involved in any of that at all.

People keep saying they have always seen me in blue jeans and cowboy hat and wondered when I started wearing hijab and dresses... my MOTHER wears blue jeans and a cowboy hat... I've never owned any type of pans at all, and never owned a cowboy hat, and I've worn head coverings since I was 12 years old, and dresses since I was a toddler.

People keep saying I attended the Saco Ward Church... I've never attended the Saco Ward church, but my MOTHER was a member of the Saco Ward Church in the 1990s and 2000s.

People keep saying the signs in Old Orchard Beach are mine... no, they are not. The signs in Old Orchard Beach were MY MOTHER'S and were about the house that a house mover stole and moved across the state. Those signs went up in 2001 and have rotated through several signs in the decades since.

I had a sign up in 2013 that was about my son's murder and the backhoe that drove over my house. The sign in my yard said this: "If you have information, call please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322" followed by the url to the page of my website that has information about my son's November 14, 2013 murder and the August 8, 2013 backhoe driving over my house.

People keep saying I talk about demons, haunted cars, Stephhen King, witchcraft, and voodoo curses. My mother does those things. I do not do those things.

My mother believes in demons. I do not believe in demons.

My mother studies witchcraft. I know nothing about witchcraft.

My mother believes in voodoo curses. I know Voodoo is a peaceful religion, a branch of the Catholic Church, that has absolutly nothing to with curses at all, I know this because I an an ordained nun of the Voodoo religion, a thing only Catholic Priests can do.

My mother believes my Dodge is haunted. I do not believe in hauntings or ghosts.

My mother visits Stephen King's house in Bangor almost every year, her brother lives a few houses down from Stephen King, and that brother's wife is obsessed with Stephen King, is convinced she can get Stephen King to marry her, that's why they live so close to Stephen King. My mother's ex husband Wayne somehow worked for Stephen King at one point, I don't know the details, he was a video sound editor or something for some movie in the 1980s. You'd have to ask him, he can tell you what it was he did. My mother knows all about Stephen King, she worked at White Star Laundry in Biddeford with him in the 1960s long before I was even born, she's the one who was driving the red Crown Vic on Exit 5 bridge in Saco by the Dairy Queen, when they were doing that movie filming thing for Thinner, that was my MOTHER not me. My mother is the one with the Stephen King connection, not me.

the proctor and gamble boycott, was not me, and you SHOULD be able to use your brain to know that, as it happened in 1973… two years BEFORE I WAS BORN in 1975!

The proctor and gamble boycott was a thing my GRANDMOTHER Eva Viola Atwater was involved in, my mother's mother, is the one who did the proctor and gamble boycott, not me

I'm not an animal rights activist, heck, I wear fur coats! real fur… yes, those fur coats I wear are real fur, no they are not fake fur… my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater was an animal rights activist, and a PETA member, and all that stuff, again, that was my mother's mother.

No, I'm not vegan. I do eat fish and shellfish and cheese and milk and eggs… I don't eat poultry and beef or pork, but that's just because I have allergies. I HAVE eaten roast beef, turkey, chicken, steak, bacon, and hundreds of other types of meat… I sometimes eat hamburgers… I eat at McDonald's OFTEN… I used to eat at KFC almost weekly… so, I don't know who is telling you I'm vegan, because I'm not even vegetarian! 

I have massive amounts of health issues, including a shit tonne load of weird ass allergies… I can't eat most red meat, pork, or poultry anymore because of an allergy. I USED to eat them all the time. I had to stop because of an allergy, that I developed in my mid thirties, that causes me to be allergic to a LOT of foods, not just red meat, pork, or poultry, but also onions, garlic, sunflower seeds, and a ton of different fruits and vegetables too.

I literally can DIE if I eat certain types of meat, certain types of fruit, and certain types of vegetables. That's why I stopped eating a lot of meat. I didn't just stop eating lots of kinds of meats, I also stopped eating lots of kinds of fruits and vegetables to. I'm allergic to like over 50% of the types of food there is… my diet is almost entirely fish, shellfish, rice, milk, and cheese because it's 5 of the only things I'm NOT allergic too!

Doctor says it's connected to my rheumatism, which effects my immune system.

My MOTHER and HER mother (my grandmother) are the vegetarians, not me.

My mother is the one who wrote all the Stephen King articles on Squidoo, not me. My mother had a bigger Squidoo account then I did. Her articles were about Maine and paranormal stuff and mystical stuff and new age stuff. Two of her brothers co-wrote on her Squidoo account, they wrote the alien, UFO, and ex-mormon church stuff.

Again, that was NOT ME! My Squidoo had NOTHING about Maine, religion, Stephen King, paranormal... that was my MOTHER's Squidoo account, not mine, that had that stuff.

All these questions you guys are asking me about Maine paranormal stuff on Squidoo, you are asking the wrong person. I didn't have any of that kind of stuff on my Squidoo.

I don't write non-fiction.

The most trafficed page I had on Squidoo was my "Lord Sesshomaru CosPlay" page with featured daily updates of my 2 year process of sewing that costume.

I write a Fantasy series, most short stories, but some novels as well, about and f2m transman Elf wizard and his Unicorn food truck chef husband. All my stuff on Squidoo was either short stories for that series, or articles answer questions on how I wrote the series. My Pink Necromancer series started out as Lord Sessomaru fanfiction. My early 2005 to 2007 pages on Squidoo the series was straight up fanfiction of the InuYasha series, my 2007 to 2013 pages on Squidoo was the exact same stories republished with the fanfiction charaqcters replaced with OC characters. Those Squidoo pages were compiled into novels and published on Amazon in 2013 as The Pink Necromancer series, I turned turned Lord Sesshomaru into The Pink Necromancer and Naraku into the Unicorn... otherwise the stories are completly unchanged from their Lord Sesshomaru fanfiction originals. My entire Squidoo was Lord Sesshomaru evolving into the Pink Necromancer.

At the start of making The Lord Sesshomaru Cosplay in 2007, it was all Lord Sesshomaru. But by the time Squidoo went out of business in 2013, the last year of entries was making the Pink Necromancer cosPlay... the pink costuume you see me wearing to book signings and conventions and festivals, IS my Lord Sesshomaru CosPlay from Squidoo in is final finished form.

My whole Squiddo account was nothing but Lord Sesshomaru fanfiction and cosplay making, while it was evolving into the Pink Necromancer series and fanfiction was being fased out.

So, all this weird Maine history and paranormal stuff you keep asking me about in connection to Squidoo... i don't have answers for because I was not the one who had that stuff on my account! That was my mother and her two brothers who had the account with the hauntings and aliens and ghosts and Mormon stuff. You need to be asking them those questions, not me.

I don't know why it is so many of you people are mixing up me with my mother on such extreme levels, but it really is getting annoying.

All these things you people keep atributing to me... I think it is my mother you are talking about. It appears that for some reason, a huge number of local people can not tell me and my mother apart, are fighting with my mother online on social media, then see me offline and yell at me in person, while thinking that they are yelling at the person they were fighting with online, without realizing that I am NOT whoever it is they were talking to online.

Why are so many people thinking my mother is me online and I am my mother offline?

Updated to answer this question:

answering the question

"but didn't you paint "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies" and "SeaWitch of Old Orchard Beach" on your motorhome? why did you do that?"

Yes I did. I did that in October of 2016.Three years AFTER my son was murdered, AFTER the rumors started.

And for the same reason I sewed the words "Too Gay For OOB" on my Darkwing Duck cosplay cape…

it's called:

SARCASM

I got sick of people coming up my driveway accusing me, a straight cis female, of being

"too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach"

I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me a 5th generation Mormon who knows nothing about witchcraft of being

"the seawitch of Old Orchard Beach"

and I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me and my family of being

"Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies"

so to protest the ridiculousness of all three slanderous accusations, I painted those things on my motorhome, in glow in the dark neon pink paint, specifically to point out how absurdly ridiculous those accusations were.

and it actually did help quite a bit, because the harassers doing the bulk of the accusations apparently didn't like me painting their words in four foot tall letters for all of Old Orchard Beach's two million summer tourists to see.

now tourists stop and ask me why it says that, and I tell them, why: because locals in this town harass me in the off season, it p me by calling me gay, slander me by calling me transgender, slander me by calling me a Stephen King Thinner Gypsy, slander me by calling me the sea witch of Old Orchard Beach… and they thought no one knew about it, but now with it in giant letters for all the tourists to see, the locals don't slander with those accusations nearly as much anymore.

update May 6, 2026

answering this question/comment:

"can you explain what you mean by Squidoo account? I thought Squidoo was your website. Didn't you write every page on Squidoo?"

uhm… what? no. Squidoo was a social media site founded by Seth Godin in 2005, it was similar to Facebook, only it paid you for writing blog posts and short stories. You created a profile and then, every day you wrote a thousand word post on the blog section, sort of the same way Tumblr functions now, and the way Facebook functioned back in 2008 before Facebook was overhauled in 2018.

Seth Godin sold Squidoo in 2010, and the woman who bought it stole most of the articles off everyone's accounts and tried to republish them as her's. There was a huge lawsuit and we writers won, but, the settlement, when divided between the twenty million accounts, ended up with each of us twenty million users receiving a two dollar class action settlement check in the mail, and the rights to our writing returned to us.

Because she had to pay two dollar checks to each of the twenty million people who had Squidoo accounts, she filed for bankruptcy, and sold Squidoo.

Squidoo was then bought by HubPages in 2013, and all Squidoo accounts became HubPages accounts.

Squidoo had twenty million accounts at the time it went offline in 2013.

At the time it was a bigger social network then both Facebook and Twitter combined.

Squidoo shutting down is WHY Facebook boomed in 2014 and suddenly gained so many new users so fast, because most of Squidoo's twenty million users migrated to Facebook and created Facebook accounts to replace their Squidoo accounts.

I had a Squidoo account from 2005 to 2013, and had published around two thousand short stories there during that time. After Squidoo went offline I moved my short stories to Medium where they still are today, you can still read my old Squidoo pages, they are still online, they are just on Medium now. I moved them to Medium because Medium was the closest thing to a one to one replacement I could find for Squidoo.

Squidoo was one of the singular largest websites to ever exist in the entirety of internet history, and at the time of it going offline it had more users then any other social network.

At twenty million users each with hundreds, thousands, sometimes tens of thousands of posts, in total many, many BILLIONS are articles and short stories published on it… how could you possibly think it was my personal website or that I had written everything on it?

Where did you come up with such an idea?

My mother's account was far bigger than mine, she had way more articles than I did, and she had thousands more followers and readers then I did.

I had around three million followers on Squidoo, but my mother's account had over ten million followers. Her account was huge because she wrote non fiction that mostly focused on paranormal, new age, Maine history.

My account was Lord Sesshomaru fanfiction, at a time when I was phasing out the fanfiction stuff and switching to fully OC characters.

If you were reading the paranormal Maine history articles on Squidoo, then you were following my mother and her brothers Richard and Bruce. Not me.

If you were reading the paranormal Maine history articles on Squidoo you were NOT following ME or reading MY writing at all.

The Squidoo account with paranormal Maine history, that was my mother's Squidoo account, not mine.

You've got me and my mother mixed up.

you know...

The FBI HAS been saying right along, that I was never the target, that it was my MOTHER the Claire woman seemed to think I was, that it was my MOTHER the backhoe driver thought owned my house… the FBI keeps saying, the backhoe driver was someone my MOTHER knew and my MOTHER was fighting with online… and the FBI keeps saying the Claire woman matches up with a woman my MOTHER fights with on Facebook, while the Kendra Silvermander woman matches up with someone my mother fights with on Twitter… the FBI, keeps saying they think these people THOUGHT they were attacking MY MOTHER when they drove the backhoe over MY house… the FBI keeps saying they think these people THOUGHT they were attacking my MOTHER when they attacked with the golf club murdering my son and crippling me…

and, BOTH these attacks happened BEFORE Squidoo went offline…

This revelation that people thought I OWNED Squidoo, and thought that EVERYTHING on Squidoo was written by me… opens up a new question about the MOTIVE behind the backhoe driving over my house August 8, 2013 and the golf club woman killing my son and putting me in a wheelchair November 14, 2013…

so if these people followed my MOTHER on Squidoo and were fighting with her over her (highly controversial) paranormal Maine history pages (which did list a lot of people's real names and home addresses) (and she DID have a page about ME calling me a witch and she DID have a page about my Dodge calling it "The World's Most Haunted Car" and I DID ask her several times to remove those horrid lies about me and my car, which she REFUSED to do, which is WHY I cut off all contact with her and her Atwater relatives, in 2006, for now over 20 years)... then… is it possible the people who drove the backhoe over my house did so because they THOUGHT Squidoo was MY website?

There was a woman back then, who used to claim I owned NaNoWriMo dot org too, which again, one of the largest multi-million dollar websites on the planet, obviously is not mine. I don't know where people come up with these word ideas. So, I'm not surprised at people spreading lies about me owning Squidoo too.

But… does that explain too, these people who come over and yell at me about some guy named "Todd Murphey"? Is my mother writing online still somewhere? Is my mother writing stuff about some guy named "Tod Murphy"? What about that Mark guy that everyone keeps saying I know, but I don't know anyone named Mark, so I have no clue who he is? Is that Mark guy everyone keeps talking about, someone my MOTHER knows and or writes about? Is that why the Claire woman when she murdered my 8 month old son with a golf club, is that why she was screaming "I'm Claire!"? I don't know anyone named Claire and she acted like I had somehow been using the name Claire on something… was my MOTHER writing about someone named Claire? And was she doing it on Squidoo? These people who yell at me claiming I write about them online… and I keep telling them, I don't write nonfiction, and I have no idea who they are or what they are talking about, some of them HAVE mentioned Squidoo saying things like "you haven't changed since Squidoo", which always leaves me confused, because again… I don't write nonfiction, and I don't know who these people are.

And the Kendra Silvermander woman does the same thing. She shows up screaming "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn to shine!" And same as the Claire woman, she acts like I'm supposed to know who in the heck she is or what my turn to shine means. But I don't know anyone named Kendra at all.

Are ALL of these people talking about my MOTHER?

Is my MOTHER writing stuff online somewhere and these people think it's me?

Is that what's going on?

This Tod Murphey person you all keep talking about… is that someone my MOTHER knows? Do these people think they are yelling at my mother when they yell at me?

This Mark person you all keep talking about… is that someone my MOTHER knows? These people keep saying I own money to some guy named Mark, there are guys that show up and say they are going to kill my family over some septic tank, I don't own a septic tank, I never heard of anyone named Mark, I don't own anyone anywhere any money at all. I don't know who these men are or who the Mark is they keep talking about! Do these people think they are yelling at my mother when they yell at me?

This Kendra Silvermander woman who keeps showing up and yelling at me, is she someone my MOTHER knows? I don't know who this Kendra woman is. She says things like "You haven't changed since high school", but I never even went to school, my parents pulled me out of school when I was 8 and I didn't escape that room thing until I was 31 years old 27 years later! Plus this Kendra woman looks at least 20+ years older then me, she's my mother's age… is she someone who went to high school with my MOTHER?

This Claire woman who murdered my son with a golf club and crippled me and put me in a wheelchair, did she think she was attacking my MOTHER when she attacked ME? She acted like she expected I should know who she was by her telling me her name was Claire, but I've never known anyone named Claire, PLUS… that happened only a couple of months after I escaped from that room I was locked in for 27 years, I didn't know ANYONE YET AT ALL! I hadn't yet got my glasses so I could see, I hadn't yet had my surgery so I could talk, so I can't identify her face and I couldn't talk to respond to her screaming "I'm Claire" at me either!

But right since day one, the FBI has been saying, there was ZERO EVIDENCE that I was the intended target.

Right since day one the FBI has been saying ALL EVIDENCE points to my MOTHER being the intended target and the backhoe driver and golf club woman mistaking me for my mother… the the FBI has been saying that for thirteen years now.

And the FBI HAS mentioned Squidoo. That IS a thing the FBI was talking about. They say my mother had a bunch of articles about a bunch of people, not just articles about me, my car, and her wild theories about me being a witch and my car having demons living in it. The FBI said she was writing articles like that about a lot of people in Old Orchard Beach. First time the FBI questioned me, they had a list of names, wanted to know if I knew who any of these people were, I had never heard of any of them, and his response was "I Know you don't know these people. I just wanted to see if you'd tell the truth. Your mother slammed the door in my face when i showed her this list. I took all the names off her articles. I think the people harassing you are all on this list, and I think they think they are harassing her."

Before Ben started denying there was a baby, my mother was the FBI's suspect of being the cause of why the backhoe drove over my house and why the golf club woman murdered my son. Ben threw a huge curveball into the FBI's investigation when he told them there was no baby. Then they started investigating him to find out why he was lying. Since then a hole slew of people became suspects BECAUSE of various lies they started spreading about me on FaceBook and Reddit… then the FBI found out MOST of them were my mother's Atwater relatives and focus shifted back to my mother again, with FBI thinking my mother was the one telling her relatives to slander me online to cover up her connection to the backhoe driving over my house and my son being murdered. Then her brother, the one who helped her write the Squidoo articles, became a suspect and he had a connection to some drug gang in Connecticut and Arizona… so, suddenly there is other people being called suspects too… and all the while, the FBI CONTINUES to say "There is ZERO evidence you were ever the target, ALL evidence is still that your mother was the target and they mixed the two of you up"

So… yeah… now that I'm hearing people online saying that they THOUGHT all Squidoo pages were written by me… yep… NOW I am starting to see WHY the FBI was focused so much on my mother's Squidoo articles as being the cause of BOTH the backhoe driving over my house AND the golfclub woman murdering my son, WHILE saying evidence is my mother, not me was the target.

I don't know what to think or who to believe anymore.  It just seems like everyone I thought I could trust, turned out to be doing nothing but lying to me and lying about me, and have been doing it for years, because I was bedridden and paralyzed and so they thought they could get away with it because they never expected me to relearn to walk, never expected me to regain the ability to use my hands, and never expected me to return to posting online after 13 years of not being online, so they thought they could away with pretending to be me online, and lying about about why I was missing offline, because they never expected I would recover enough to to return to living life again and point them out for the lies they've been spreading about me offline and online for thirteen years now. And I don't know what their motives are or why any of them have been doing it. 

update March 1, 2026

update: March 1, 2026

So I had a strange encounter, on Main Street, the street parallel to and one over from South Street, on the end towards Elm Street near the Biddeford Library.

I’m listing where this happened, because maybe someone here knows who this man is or what he is talking about? I list the location, because given what he was carrying (a huge stack of about 300+ sheets of copy paper, that seem to be computer printouts?), and how he was dressed (no coat and only slippers on his feet) I assume that he ran out of his house to yell at me when he saw me walk by, so I’m assuming he lives right in this area as, and so maybe someone here knows who he is or what it is he is talking about? He is a very tall (well over 6 feet, maybe close to 6’4” - I’ve an uncle that height and this guy was close to that range) and very elderly (maybe late 80s like my dad, though looks older than my dad, so maybe 90s?)

It just seems really bizarre and I’m wondering, if this person emailing him is the same one who was making a lot of Reddit and FaceBook accounts and pretending to be me, that entire ten years of when I was not online because I was paralized? It certainly sounds like her, given the weird alien and monster talk that guy says she was doing in her emails to him.

The FBI still has not found out who it was who closed out all my bank accounts and stole all my money (I found out about it in 2023, but it happens sometime between 2013 and 2023, because I had been paralized and had not used my bank accounts that entire time; in 2023 when I was first starting to relearn to walk I went to the back and was told my accounts had been closed all the money withdrawn, and the bank said because it had happened more than 6 months prior their system had auto deleted all records, so they had no way to find out who did it or when they did it). The FBI thinks the woman who has been impersonating me on social networks online is probably the same one who is impersonating me offline locally and likely is the person who closed my bank accounts (the accounts were started in 1979 and had no digital access, they could only be accessed in person, so the bank knows it was done by someone who physically went into the bank building).

Anyways, it occurred to me that the person emailing this man, might be the person the FBI is looking for about my stolen money, but I did not think of it at the time, and now I don’t know how to find the man to see if he’ll forward all those emails he got to the FBI agent in charge of the investigation.

So here’s what happened: I’m walking along, as I do, when suddenly I hear someone yelling. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” Someone flagging someone down. And I stop to see what’s going on. This man trots up behind me and says:

“You gotta stop sending me all these emails.”

I ask: “What?” not sure if I heard him right… see… I don’t have email.

He repeats himself, adding words: “You gotta stop sending me all these emails about cryptids.”

I say to him: “I don’t use email and I don’t know who you are.”

Then he starts listing off a lot of words that I have no clue what any of them were, it sounds like a gibberish made up language with a few random English words mixed in. (I quickly learn it is not another language though)

I say to him: “I am still new to learning American English, I don’t know it well, and I don’t know slang words or street lingo at all. I can’ tell what you are saying. I don’t know those words.”

He stops flipping through the papers and stares at me with this stunned look on his face.

He says: “You wrote these emails.”

I say: “I already told you, I don’t use email. Whoever emailed you, it wasn’t me. I think you got me mixed up with someone else.”

He says: “But Etiole?”

Confused, I say: “Which one? The fictional Eel MerMan from my novels or the local homeless WW2 veteran that everyone around here calls an alien or demon because he has dwarfism and they refuse to believe he’s human.”

He stares at me silent again before saying: “Aren’t you EelKat?”

I say: “People call me that.”

He says: “Call you… wait… don’t you call yourself that?”

Me: “No.”

Him: “Why not?”

Me: “Why would I? EelKat is a fictional character from my novels.”

He is silent again, stares down at the stack of papers, looks back up at me, then says: “You’re not EelKat?”

Me: “No. I just told you. EelKat isn’t real. She’s a fictional black cat who belongs to a fiction Elf wizard in a novel I wrote back in 1978. I’ve not even used her as a character in any of my  books in over thirty years.”

He starts babbling weird gibberish words again, making me think he’s some sort of deranged raving lunatic… but it turns out he is reading one of the sheets of paper because he stops and says: “You didn’t write that?”

I say: “I don’t even know what language it is.”

He says: “It’s cryptids"

I say: “I don’t know how to write cryptographs."

He says: “No. Cryptids.”

I say: “I don’t know what that is.”

He starts listing off words again, that again I don’t know what they are. He stops and stares at me like he’s expecting me to know what he said.

I stand there waiting, as he is blocking the path and I can’t get by him, as normally I would have kept going. This is not the first time someone has come up to me yelling strange gibbering words like this before, and my usual assumption is to assume the person is nuts, drunk, or on drugs, but this guy has blocked the path and I can not get past him.

He flips through the papers and pulls out another on, again starts spouting off a lot of words I do not know, so again, I don’t know what he said.

He puts that page down and is now looking very confused, just as confused looking as I am myself feeling.

He’s no longer yelling at me, and is now talking in normal voice and says: “You really didn’t write that did you?”

I say: “I don’t know what language it is.”

He says: “But you email me every week, almost every day, you done it for years now.”

I say again: “I do not have email. It’s not possibly for me to email you. I don’t use email. And I also don’t know who you are.”

He says: “How do you not know me? Everyone knows me.”

I assume at that point he must be famous or something, by the way he said it. So i respond with:

“I don’t have a TV. I lived without electricity and plumbing for the first forty years of my life. I’m only just now starting to learn that most Americans own mirrors and toilets. It’s highly unlikely I would know anyone famous as I have never had access to such things."

He goes: “What about Stephen King?”

I say: “I don’t know him either. I know his fans like to show up in my yard and tell me that he thinks my car is haunted. Apparently he wrote a  book about me and my car and gave out my home address on some late night tv show, because his fans all say that’s how they found my home address.”

He goes: “You don’t know who Stephen King is?”

I say: “No. Should I?”

He says: “You talk about Stephen King all the time” he waves the stack of papers around in the air over his head. “You’re like his biggest fan or something.”

I say: “I don’t know who he is. I only know his name at all because ever since 1997 I’ve had to near daily call the police to drag his fans out of my yard, because they claim I’m “Stephen King’s Gypsy Witch, the real live Gypsy he based his movie Gypsy off of” and they say my car is “The Real Christine the World’s Most Haunted Car”, but near as i cam tell Stephen King is one of those crazy UFO nuts who believes my homeless WW2 veteran friend is an alien because, my friend is a midget, he has dwarfism, so people call him an alien. I let him sleep in my car at night, that’s why people think my car is haunted.”

He says: “YOU don’t think your car is haunted?”

I say: “No, only stupid people think that. There’s no such thing as ghosts or aliens or demons. Crazy people believe crazy things about my car.”

He goes silent again for a moment then says: “You… don’t… you don’t… you don’t believe in aliens?”

I say: “There is plenty of scientific evidence that there is no possible way for aliens to reach earth, because of how many hundreds of thousands of years it would take for a ship to get here. Scientists have proven that over and over again, only uneducated people believe in aliens. It’s foolish to believe in aliens.”

He says: “You know about lightyears?”

I say: “I took astrophysics in college. I write a Sci-Fi series about an Elf Merchant from the 40th century who travels Star Trek like to other galaxies. I wanted to know if the type of space travel his ship used was plausible. It wasn’t, so I made him be a wizard who powered his ship by magic spells instead.”

He stars at his stack of papers again: Then says: “But what about all the cryptid sightings?”

I say: “I don’t know what that is.”

He says: “These emails you keep sending me!” Waves papers around again.

I say: “I already told you, I don’t have email. It’s not physically possible for me to email you as I do not use email at all. I did not send you or anyone else any emails.”

He says: “But the cryptids!”

I say: “I don’t know what that means.”

He says: “CRYPTIDS! You talk about cryptids all the time!”

I say: “I don’t know what a cryptid is, so I can not very well talk about it. I really think you have me mixed up with someone else.”

He FINALLY, explains in long detail, that the weird gibberish words he’s been listing off for the past 15 minutes are names of cryptids, and apparently he is some famous cryptologist researcher or so he said, and I again told him that I still don’t know what any of those words mean.

He says a word then looks at me, like he’s waiting for a response.

Then he says: “Don’t you know what that is?”

Me: “No, I already told you whatever language you are speaking, I don’t know it.”

He says: “It’s not a language, it’s the Latin word for BigFoot.”

I say: “Ahhh. BigFoot.” I nod and make a mental note that this guy is probably crazy and I should now reach for my pepper spray and no sane person believes in BigFoot..but I say out load: “Then why didn’t you just say BigFoot?”

He says: “Because you are the one who wrote this email to me and you say ____.”

I say again: “I do not have an email, so I can not email anyone and I don’t know who YOU even are, so even if I could email anyone why would I email YOU?”

He says: “Because you’re EelKa!”

I say: “No I’m not. EelKat isn’t real.”

He goes: “He goes, what do you mean EelKat isn’t real, I’m talking to you right now!”

I say: “But I’m not EelKat. I’m Wendy. EelKat is a talking cat from a Science Fiction novel that I published forty-seven years ago.”

He goes: “You keep emailing me about these cryptids you keep finding!”

I say: “I don’t believe in monsters. And I keep telling you, I DO NOT HAVE AN EMAIL! I don’t know who is emailing you, but it isn’t me.”

At that point, I backed up and made it to a space in the path big enough to turn around, and went back to my apartment as quickly as possible, because I don’t know who this guy is, but all his talk about cryptics, aliens, and other fictional bull shit that he was treating as real, was starting to freak me out. One of my uncles was a member of Heaven’s Gate, and so I developed at HUGE PTSD of anyone who believes in aliens, ufos, or other fictional things that they treat as real, and once I realized this guy was one of those types, it was triggering my PTSD really bad so I just had to get away from him…

but now… I’m wondering… who in the heck was emailing him and using the name of a character (EelKat) from one of my old novels to do so?

It just seems really bizarre and I’m wondering, if this person emailing him is the same one who was making a lot of Reddit and FaceBook accounts and pretending to be me, that entire ten years of when I was not online because I was paralized? It certainly sounds like her, given the weird alien and monster talk that guy says she was doing in her emails to him.

The FBI still has not found out who it was who closed out all my bank accounts and stole all my money (I found out about it in 2023, but it happens sometime between 2013 and 2023, because I had been paralized and had not used my bank accounts that entire time; in 2023 when I was first starting to relearn to walk I went to the back and was told my accounts had been closed all the money withdrawn, and the bank said because it had happened more than 6 months prior their system had auto deleted all records, so they had no way to find out who did it or when they did it). The FBI thinks the woman who has been impersonating me on social networks online is probably the same one who is impersonating me offline locally and likely is the person who closed my bank accounts (the accounts were started in 1979 and had no digital access, they could only be accessed in person, so the bank knows it was done by someone who physically went into the bank building).

Anyways, it occurred to me that the person emailing this man, might be the person the FBI is looking for about my stolen money, but I did not think of it at the time, and now I don’t know how to find the man to see if he’ll forward all those emails he got to the FBI agent in charge of the investigation.

but also, what is this guy talking about? I know I keep asking, but he was here again yesterday and as usually, he was doing his weird babbling calling me "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsy Witch", calling my car haunted, calling my car "The GoldenEagle", saying aliens live in my car, calling my homeless WW2 vet friend an alien, while also calling him "Etiole", and acting like he thinks I'm supposed to know what he is even talking about!

Who is Stephen King?

What is The Thinner movie?

Why is he saying my car is haunted?

Why is he saying my car is called "The GoldenEagle?"

Why is he saying my friend is an alien?

Why is he saying my friend is called "Etiole"?

And why are so many people doing it?

The problem is, if it was just ONE guy doing this I was think, okay, he's just crazy, the problem is, he is one of WELL OVER THIRTY THOUSAND PEOPLE who has shown up in my yard, since my son's murder in 2013, to say these things.

I think 30,000 people taking the time to hunt down my home address, drive across the country, land in my yard, to start gibbering weird stuff about some guy I don't know (Stephen King, who is Stephen King and why is he sending people to my yard?), claiming I'm in some movie I never heard of (what is The Thinner movie - I have never owned a tv and have gone to fewer than ten movies in my entire life, so I don't know what this movie even is), all calling my car haunted (no matter how much I say it is not haunted, it's doesn't matter, they refuse to believe me and persist in saying it is haunted), all calling my car "The GoldenEagle" and I don't know why, because I don't call it that. (the only GoldenEagle I know is a character from my novels),...why?

Every single one of these people who do this, have the exact same narrative, almost identical to each other, nearly word for word like they are reading some script… which makes me think they are reading or watching something somewhere and they are quoting it.

They keep talking about a movie, and they keep saying I'm in it. I keep telling them I've never been in a movie, and they keep saying, yes I have.

There WAS a time when a film crew showed up in my yard, back in the 1990s, at ONE A.M. in the morning, dragged us all out of bed, they DID keep calling us Gypsies and roamed around my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, oooohing and ahhhing,, and talking about "oh so this is how Gypsies live", and they DID use the name "Stephen King" a lot, it was the first time I'd ever heard that name. They made my parents and my haunted and uncles, takes our cars to Shop and Save Parking Lot in Saco (now renamed Hannaford in Saco) across the street from Dairy Queen in Saco, and they made them drive our cars across the turnpike exit bridge at Exit 5, over and over and over and over and over again, for five hours of steady none stop driving back and forth on that bridge, while some guy yelled at us about the lack of fog and the need for bringing in fog machines, which they set up all around the edge of the bridge….and the entire time, my parents, my aunts, my uncles, all of the oldest cousins were crying and begging and pleading and asking to be allowed to go home, most of them thought we were being held hostage, most of them were convinced these white people were going to kill us before morning… they finally left at five A.M. leaving us scared out of our minds and confused as to what in the heck any of that was about.

And THAT… seems to be what people are referring to when they say "The Thinner Movie" or claim I'm "in a Stephen King movie" or call me "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsy Witch".

I don't know what year that was, I had not yet learned about numbers and calendars and dates, and years yet, but all three of my brothers had been already born, so I was at least in my twenties at the time.

I was still being kept locked in the woodshed thing at the back of the blue house at 144 Portland Ave, so I was not yet thirty one because I was thirty one when I escaped from that room-thing, that I had been kept locked in since I was eight. My parents took me out of school when I was eight, when my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen died, and they locked m me in that room thing and the ONLY time I was let out was when home teacher Time Smith and Steven Bryant came over or when visiting teacher Kathy Smith and Letta Bryant came over, for their once monthly visits, and when high priest Ben came over on Sundays to take me to church… and I stayed in that room thing for twenty seven years… so no, I never saw v, I never saw movies, I never saw toilets, I never saw showers, I never saw lights, I never saw electricity, I only knew toilets and electricity existed because because the Cape Elizabeth Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints had them… the room was kept locked in had a dirt floor, and the walls and roof were made out of boards, that had two inch wide spaces between then, so I slept in rain and snow and ice with no protection from any of it…

You people who like to joke about "the feral child of Old Orchard Beach"... that was ME… I was that child. I'm now in fifties and I'm only JUST LEARNING HOW TO TALK, because I never had contact with ANY Humans, outside of my parents, the Atwater aunts and uncles, the Smiths, the Bryants, and Ben… NO ONE ELSE EVER! Not once in my entire life.

So if you want to ask questions about Stephen King and haunted cars and aliens… you ask THEM… because I don't know what you are talking about.

That man you call "Etiole", he's the homeless man who was the ONLY PERSON in the entire of Old Orchard Beach, who had any decency, and actually TRIED to get me out of that room, thing. My uncle Bruce is the one who used to call him an alien, while Ben called him a demon. He called them child abusers and tried for years to help me.

And the fact that since 2013, when my son was murdered, since then THIRTY THOUSAND strangers from states all over the country, have shown up here asking questions about "Etiole" and either claiming they want to catch him because they think he's an alien or excosise him because they think he's a demon… the fact that SO MANY people are saying this, tells me these adults who kept me locked in that room for twenty seven years, have a done a HUGE slander campaign, on levels I can't even begin to fathom, if that many people are coming from that many places, ALL calling him "Etiole", all calling him "an alien", all calling him "a demon"... words only my uncle Bruce ever used.

But these people are also acting like I'm supposed to know who in the heck is Stephen King? They ask me how to find his house, they ask me what was it like working with him, they ask me what was it like being in his movie… and I don't even know who he is!

They say things like everyone knows him, well, I don't! They say things like everyone reads his books… honey, I was locked in that room thing from the time I was eight years old until I was thirty one years old, at what point do you think I was reading books? They say well everyone has seen his movies, honey, again, I'm barely a decade out of that room, I've seen less then one movie a year I don't have an income I can't afford to go to movies. Stop thinking in terms of YOUR lifestyle, and pay attention to the conditions I've only recently escaped from.

I mean everyone calls me "that crazy woman who used to be a feral child" for a REASON. The reason being I WAS a feral child and I am STILL CURRENTLY trying to learn how to assimilate into mainstream society.

I don't have all this inside slang lingo media knowledge that you do.

So NO!: I don't know who Stephen King is!

NO! I don't know why you call my 1964 Dodge 330 "The GoldenEagle"... I've always just called it "The Dodge". I do not call my car "The Goldeneagle" so I don't know why YOU are calling it that.

NO! I don't know why you call my friend "Etiole". He has a name, and that's not it, and no I'm not telling you his name, because you'll just use that as a reason to go find him and harass him more then you already do. Etiole is the name of a fictional merman character who was in a book that my kindergarten teacher Mrs Bureau, published for me after I won some local writing competition. I was five years old when my first book was published. It was a 16 page picture book about an electric eel merman named Etiole, his black cat friend named Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, and there satyr friend named Gremlin, who drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin to the Washinton DC Temple, there is a line in that book where they made the car "fly like a goldeneagle over the Brooklyen Bridge in New York"… we had just come back from a trip to said temple, and we owned that car. That's what the word Etiole comes from. And I think that's where the word "goldeneagle" is coming from too. The word EelKat comes from that same book too. It only sold like five hundred copies, mostly to local parents of the Jameson School of Old Orchard Beach…

…whoever is the source for calling my car "The Goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", and calling me "EelKat", it's got to be someone with a copy of that book. But, again, I was three years old when we went to the DC temple, and I was three years old when I wrote that, and I was five years old when my kindergarten teacher Mrs Bureau published it through some contest Maine schools had done.
It was a sixteen page picture book written by a three year old toddler in the 1970s, fifty years ago in 1978.

Etiole is a fictional merman, Eelkat is a fictional talking black cat, the goldeneagle in reference to a car I owned was in reference to a 1974 AMC Gremlin not the 1964 Dodge 330 and was not the name of the car at all. But they all come from that one book.

I've published dozens of books since then which has "the silver skinned eel merman" in it, but, he's never given a name. That one book from 1978 is the ONLY time the word "Etiole" was used, so whoever it is who is the source of calling my WW2 vet friend by that same name, I would assume they have a copy of that book.

I was taken out of school when I was eight years old.

I was put in that room thing when I was eight years old.

photo of the room thing I was kept in for 27 years — photo taken by Biddeford Police October 2006

That room was on the back of this house, at 144 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, which was next door to my house until October 16, 2006 when it got blown up by a grease fryer bomb. The man who built the bomb was arrested in 2016 and got sentanced to 14 years in prizon, so he gets out of prison soon. He was the ex husband of one of my mother's sisters, or at least that's who the FBI said he was.

I'me barely a decade out of that room, I'm still trying to learn how to do thing everyone else thinks are just normal… I still can' figure out how to eat with a fork, everyone around me acts like that's the easiest thing in the world I can't even figure out how to hold it!

After I escaped that room thing, I lived under a 6x8 tarp from May 2006 until February 2019.

After I escaped that room thing, I lived under a 6x8 tarp from May 2006 until February 2019.

While I had a house, I was not aware I could live in it. No one had ever taught me that people lived inside houses, so it never occurred to me to live inside the house.

Inside the house was my cloths, my ten thousand Disney comic books, my encyclopedias, my college books as I had started going to college to learn how to read and write… I have not yet learned math, my son's being murdered interrupted my getting an education.

So all these things that people are saying about Stephen King, haunted cars, Etiole, Goldeneagle, aliens, and demons… I'm wondering:

WHO started these rumours?

WHO is spreading these rumours?

HOW are they spreading these rumours?

Because again, I've got people showing up from California, Alaska, Florida, these people are travelling HUGE distances to come here and they are arriving EXPECTING me to know who Sephen King is, expecting me to regal them with tales of aliens and demons and haunted cars, and they are being very VISIBLY disappointed to meet me and find out "you are not what I was told you were".

WHAT are they being told I am?

WHO is telling them that I am whatever it is they expect I'm going to be?
And WHY?

WHY has someone takening it upon themselves to connect me to this Stephen King guy?

WHY has someone decided my 1964 Dodge 330 is haunted, WHY do these call it "The World's Most Haunted Car", WHY do they call it "The Goldeneagle"?

WHY has someone takening it upon themselves to call a world war two pilot who is nearly a hundred years old, call him "Etiole" the name taken from a book I wrote when i was a three year old toddler?

WHY has someone decided to call this world war two veteran an alien and a demon? Why are they saying he's the demon haunting my Dodge?

None of this makes any sense to me.

WHO is doing this?

And WHY?

Again, ALL of this started after I escaped from that room, after I started going to college to ry to learn how to live with mainstream people…

I started YCCC college September 2009,

I got my GED and I transferred SMCC college January 2010,

my 1964 Dodge was cut in half May 2010.

I got my driver license October 2010,

I had passed all the remedial classes in 2012.

I bought my motorhome February 2012, with the plan to transfer to Harvard in Mass because Harvard had sent me an acceptance package (I did not request it, apparently SMCC administration had sent in the forms) 2012 to 2013 was to be spent taking the prerequisites, I was going to transfer January 2014 planning to live in the motorhome at a campground not far from Harvard.

There was a bomb in my classroom March 2013, SMCC was closed for the week, that building and all classes in it remained closed the rest of the year. I got pregnant that same week, a side effect of Ben having a panic attack over my almost dying in the bombing of not just my college, but my classroom specifically.

Due to my being pregnant, travel plans were changed, we got a permit with the town hall to add a baby room to the back of the house, it was finished in July, thus the photos taken of the house at that time.

A week later someone used a sledge hammer to smash out all the back and side windows of the house, go inside, knock over all the bookshelves, and tear pages out of all of my college textbooks, while taking a knife and scissors to all of my clothes.

There were more then TWO HUNDRED such vandalism attacks on my house between July 2001 and August 2013, all of which were reported to The Old Orchard Beach Police Department… however, in 2016 the FBI agents informed me that a woman who worked at The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall Code Office, whom had a second job as the Old Orchard Beach Police Dispatcher, and who had a third job as the Relief Society President of the Saco Ward Church, and taken ALL BUT FOUR of the total lifetime police reports made be me between  1975 and 2016 and ran all of them through a shreader… 

…this event led to her being fired from the town hall and police department.

In 2017 when the FBI investigated this woman and her family, she was found to own the 4 door white pick up truck, that had been frequently involved in attacks on my home. The truck was found hidden in her garage.

This woman is presumed to have been heavily involved in both the backhoe driving over my house and the murder of my son. Ironically, she is one of the few women who knew I was locked in that room for 27 years from the time I was 8, as she was one of the two women who checked in on me.

That same week a construction dump truck started arriving daily, dumping wooden shipping pallets and big black bags of garbage in my yard… in total the pile of garbage was one hundred and seventy five feet long, thirty feet wide, and twelve feet tall… Ben and my father hired a "friend" of theirs to haul the illegally dumped garbage out of my yard, he was due to arrive August 8, 2013.

August 8, 2013 the man who was to bring in a dumpster and haul out the garbage,, never arrived. I went to work on the pizza waffle food truck at George's, when I came home, there was a backhoe sitting on top of a huge empty place, where my house to be. Not only was the house gone, but so too were gone dozens of rose bushes, azalea bushes, apple trees, and grave vines, AND the top soil was gone… my yard was physically six feet shorter with all the grass and soil removed, scraped down to the bare ledge.

September 2013, a man shows up at my class, claims to be a new student, then side rails the professor with endless talk about Stephen King, Thinner Gypsies, haunted cars, and finally gets dragged out by campus security.

Throughout September, and October, I start parking increasingly close to the campus building, as daily I am having trouble getting from my class to my car, because of a woman carrying a golf club who starts showing up and hanging around my car no matter where I park it.

Southern Maine Community College, The Buglight Art Studio, at the BugLight Lighthouse on Prebble Beach, at the parking lot, my car is parked about ten feet from the door across from the studio bathroom. Prof Hillary's art class at 10 PM, we were the last 2 out of the building, most of the parking lot is empty. Hillary has just locked up the studio and drives away. I am putting my easel and paint set in the back seat of my Volvo on November 14, 2013 when a blond woman wielding a metal golf club, accompanied by a red hair woman and a bald man, and a 4 door white pickup truck, uses said golf club to break my spine and kill my baby.

After this point, here has been a wild influx of people showing up in my yard, claiming to be Stephen King fans, claiming I am "The Stephen King Thinner Gypsy Witch", claiming my Dodge is named either Goldeneagle or Christine (Christine is my middle name: Wendy Chriistine Allen, so I assume that to be why they sometimes call my Dodge "Christine"), claiming my ww2 vet friend is an alien or demon, claiming I am what they call "an alien abductee",... all of these things spiralling into ever wilder rumours, all of them starting around Thanksgiving day 2013 the week following my son's murder.

I remain as ever, confused as to who exactly Stephen King is, why people connect me to him, why people call my car haunted, why people keep saying my friend is either an alien or a demon, but the FBI agents in charge of my son's murder investigation, say they believe those rumors were started either by my son's murderer or one of her friends or relatives.

The FBI agent say that it seems to be she needed to "cover her tracks" by trying to make me look like a crazy ufo nut, so no one who pay attention to either the backhoe driving over my house or my son being murdered.But they also say, it looks like someone REALLY did not want me to leave Maine and have a possibility of anyone outside of Maine finding out about that room I was kept locked in for twenty-seven years. The FBI pointed out the bomb that happened a week after I bought the motorhome, and then they added "How well do you trust Ben?" and pointed out that a man who has romantic connections with 8 year old children instead of grown adult women "is not dealing with a full deck" and likely felt highly threatened by my buying the motorhome as the motorhome would have acted as a symbol of his losing control over me.

The FBI pointed out a lot of the violence seems to have been triggered by my going to college, and pointed out the alarming amount of times my professors had to have security take Ben out of my classrooms. Yes. There was that. He was coming in the classrooms and directing my professors on how to teach, and then staying in the hall outside the classroom door when they would not let him in… and when the art class went to Boston museum he tried to drive behind the bus. The FBI reminded me of this while again saying "How well do you trust Ben?"

The FBI says there are multiple records of multiple people paying the backhoe driver to drive over my house, and one of them was Ben, another was one of my uncles.

The FBI also pointed out that even though Ben was the high priest at the church, NO ONE from my church knew I was paralized, no one knew my son had been murdered, and in fact Ben had told hem that I had left the church and was no longer a member… when missionaries, visiting teachers, and home teachers tried to check in on me, Ben told them, NOT to, citing that I had joined some group called "exMormons" a group I'd never even heard of.

For thirteen years not one member of my church has stopped by to visit or check in on me, and for thirteen years i wondered WHY?

I attend that church for five decades. Never missed a Sunday. Sundays were my only time allowed out of that room! Going to Cape Elizabeth Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day sais was the only time I ever got to see people or take a bath or wear cloths.I lIVED for Sundays. I didn't have anything else to look forward to.

So when I became paralized and suddenly every single one of the members of my church suddenly vanished from my life… that was a huge blow.

And I didn't know, until the FBI told me years later, that none of them ever even knew I was paralized. None of them even knew I had a son, let alone that he was murdered. BECAUSE Ben himself, as well as my mother, and my father, and at least three of my aunts, and at least four of my uncles, and at least twenty of mu cousins, had ALL TOLD THEM, that I had left the church, specifically told them I had joined some anti-church group!

Why?

Why did Ben do that?

Why did my mother do that?

Why did my father do that?

Why did my aunts, uncles, and cousins do that?

I'm trying to deal with a backhoe driving over my house, my son being murdered, my being in a wheelchair, and wondering why my church abandoned me during thins… and then, on top of all that, now I have to deal with this influx of endless strangers showing up to gibber nonsense about Stephen King, haunted cars, aliens, and demons!

Why? Do you think I don't have enough to deal with being crippled, my son dead, and my house chopped up in some landfill, that you have to come up here and make sick jokes about aliens and demons?

Why is this what people do?

I don't even believe in aliens and demons and ghosts and hauntings, and I don't even know who Stephen King or this Thinner movie is! I'm kind of busy being crippled and dealing with my son's murder investigation, and being homeless because a backhoe drove over my house, too busy dealing with real life issue to want to also have to deal with creeps and their ridiculous conspiracies about aliens, demons, and haunted cars!

Why are these ufo nuts doing this? Why won't they leave me alone? Who is sending them here!

Do you have any idea how frustrating it is…

FBI gave me this phone number to direct anyone who has information to give it directly to them via 207–774–9322 or you can go into their office on Middle St in Portland.

update May 5, 2026

Weird encounter today. A woman comes over and starts talking about how she remembered me selling Avon to her. I have no clue who she is. I also never sold Avon. My MOTHER sold Avon, throughout the 1980s and 1990s.

The woman says "Yeah, you used to bring this little kid with you? Haven't seen her in a while how is she?"

I AM the little girl. Whenever the Department of Health and Human Services came over to say people reported not seeing the child (me) in a while, my mother would take me with her to deliver Avon, and she made a big show of taking me into Avon customer houses while she delivered her orders to her customers.

The Avon Representative was MY MOTHER NO ME. I was the child she sometimes brought with her. I was not an Avon Representative. My mother was an Avon Representative.

I'm wondering... all these people who keep saying "you did this" and "you did that"... are they talking about my mother? Are they somehow mixing me up with my mother?

Like, people keep talking about cats being taken by police... that was my mother and her cats, not me.

People keep talking about the house that was cut in half and moved to Lake arrowhead... that was my mother and her house, not me. A church in Arundal did that in July 2001. She had a huge court battle with the minister of that church for several years. I was not involved in any of that at all.

People keep saying they have always seen me in blue jeans and cowboy hat and wondered when I started wearing hijab and dresses... my MOTHER wears blue jeans and a cowboy hat... I've never owned any type of pans at all, and never owned a cowboy hat, and I've worn head coverings since I was 12 years old, and dresses since I was a toddler.

People keep saying I attended the Saco Ward Church... I've never attended the Saco Ward church, but my MOTHER was a member of the Saco Ward Church in the 1990s and 2000s.

People keep saying the signs in Old Orchard Beach are mine... no, they are not. The signs in Old Orchard Beach were MY MOTHER'S and were about the house that a house mover stole and moved across the state. Those signs went up in 2001 and have rotated through several signs in the decades since.

I had a sign up in 2013 that was about my son's murder and the backhoe that drove over my house. The sign in my yard said this: "If you have information, call please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322" followed by the url to the page of my website that has information about my son's November 14, 2013 murder and the August 8, 2013 backhoe driving over my house.

People keep saying I talk about demons, haunted cars, Stephhen King, witchcraft, and voodoo curses. My mother does those things. I do not do those things.

My mother believes in demons. I do not believe in demons.

My mother studies witchcraft. I know nothing about witchcraft.

My mother believes in voodoo curses. I know Voodoo is a peaceful religion, a branch of the Catholic Church, that has absolutly nothing to with curses at all, I know this because I an an ordained nun of the Voodoo religion, a thing only Catholic Priests can do.

My mother believes my Dodge is haunted. I do not believe in hauntings or ghosts.

My mother visits Stephen King's house in Bangor almost every year, her brother lives a few houses down from Stephen King, and that brother's wife is obsessed with Stephen King, is convinced she can get Stephen King to marry her, that's why they live so close to Stephen King. My mother's ex husband Wayne somehow worked for Stephen King at one point, I don't know the details, he was a video sound editor or something for some movie in the 1980s. You'd have to ask him, he can tell you what it was he did. My mother knows all about Stephen King, she worked at White Star Laundry in Biddeford with him in the 1960s long before I was even born, she's the one who was driving the red Crown Vic on Exit 5 bridge in Saco by the Dairy Queen, when they were doing that movie filming thing for Thinner, that was my MOTHER not me. My mother is the one with the Stephen King connection, not me.

the proctor and gamble boycott, was not me, and you SHOULD be able to use your brain to know that, as it happened in 1973… two years BEFORE I WAS BORN in 1975!

The proctor and gamble boycott was a thing my GRANDMOTHER Eva Viola Atwater was involved in, my mother's mother, is the one who did the proctor and gamble boycott, not me

I'm not an animal rights activist, heck, I wear fur coats! real fur… yes, those fur coats I wear are real fur, no they are not fake fur… my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater was an animal rights activist, and a PETA member, and all that stuff, again, that was my mother's mother.

No, I'm not vegan. I do eat fish and shellfish and cheese and milk and eggs… I don't eat poultry and beef or pork, but that's just because I have allergies. I HAVE eaten roast beef, turkey, chicken, steak, bacon, and hundreds of other types of meat… I sometimes eat hamburgers… I eat at McDonald's OFTEN… I used to eat at KFC almost weekly… so, I don't know who is telling you I'm vegan, because I'm not even vegetarian! 

I have massive amounts of health issues, including a shit tonne load of weird ass allergies… I can't eat most red meat, pork, or poultry anymore because of an allergy. I USED to eat them all the time. I had to stop because of an allergy, that I developed in my mid thirties, that causes me to be allergic to a LOT of foods, not just red meat, pork, or poultry, but also onions, garlic, sunflower seeds, and a ton of different fruits and vegetables too.

I literally can DIE if I eat certain types of meat, certain types of fruit, and certain types of vegetables. That's why I stopped eating a lot of meat. I didn't just stop eating lots of kinds of meats, I also stopped eating lots of kinds of fruits and vegetables to. I'm allergic to like over 50% of the types of food there is… my diet is almost entirely fish, shellfish, rice, milk, and cheese because it's 5 of the only things I'm NOT allergic too!

Doctor says it's connected to my rheumatism, which effects my immune system.

My MOTHER and HER mother (my grandmother) are the vegetarians, not me.

My mother is the one who wrote all the Stephen King articles on Squidoo, not me. My mother had a bigger Squidoo account then I did. Her articles were about Maine and paranormal stuff and mystical stuff and new age stuff. Two of her brothers co-wrote on her Squidoo account, they wrote the alien, UFO, and ex-mormon church stuff.

Again, that was NOT ME! My Squidoo had NOTHING about Maine, religion, Stephen King, paranormal... that was my MOTHER's Squidoo account, not mine, that had that stuff.

All these questions you guys are asking me about Maine paranormal stuff on Squidoo, you are asking the wrong person. I didn't have any of that kind of stuff on my Squidoo.

I don't write non-fiction.

The most trafficed page I had on Squidoo was my "Lord Sesshomaru CosPlay" page with featured daily updates of my 2 year process of sewing that costume.

I write a Fantasy series, most short stories, but some novels as well, about and f2m transman Elf wizard and his Unicorn food truck chef husband. All my stuff on Squidoo was either short stories for that series, or articles answer questions on how I wrote the series. My Pink Necromancer series started out as Lord Sessomaru fanfiction. My early 2005 to 2007 pages on Squidoo the series was straight up fanfiction of the InuYasha series, my 2007 to 2013 pages on Squidoo was the exact same stories republished with the fanfiction charaqcters replaced with OC characters. Those Squidoo pages were compiled into novels and published on Amazon in 2013 as The Pink Necromancer series, I turned turned Lord Sesshomaru into The Pink Necromancer and Naraku into the Unicorn... otherwise the stories are completly unchanged from their Lord Sesshomaru fanfiction originals. My entire Squidoo was Lord Sesshomaru evolving into the Pink Necromancer.

At the start of making The Lord Sesshomaru Cosplay in 2007, it was all Lord Sesshomaru. But by the time Squidoo went out of business in 2013, the last year of entries was making the Pink Necromancer cosPlay... the pink costuume you see me wearing to book signings and conventions and festivals, IS my Lord Sesshomaru CosPlay from Squidoo in is final finished form.

My whole Squiddo account was nothing but Lord Sesshomaru fanfiction and cosplay making, while it was evolving into the Pink Necromancer series and fanfiction was being fased out.

So, all this weird Maine history and paranormal stuff you keep asking me about in connection to Squidoo... i don't have answers for because I was not the one who had that stuff on my account! That was my mother and her two brothers who had the account with the hauntings and aliens and ghosts and Mormon stuff. You need to be asking them those questions, not me.

I don't know why it is so many of you people are mixing up me with my mother on such extreme levels, but it really is getting annoying.

All these things you people keep atributing to me... I think it is my mother you are talking about. It appears that for some reason, a huge number of local people can not tell me and my mother apart, are fighting with my mother online on social media, then see me offline and yell at me in person, while thinking that they are yelling at the person they were fighting with online, without realizing that I am NOT whoever it is they were talking to online.

Why are so many people thinking my mother is me online and I am my mother offline?

Updated to answer this question:

answering the question

"but didn't you paint "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies" and "SeaWitch of Old Orchard Beach" on your motorhome? why did you do that?"

Yes I did. I did that in October of 2016.Three years AFTER my son was murdered, AFTER the rumors started.

And for the same reason I sewed the words "Too Gay For OOB" on my Darkwing Duck cosplay cape…

it's called:

SARCASM

I got sick of people coming up my driveway accusing me, a straight cis female, of being

"too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach"

I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me a 5th generation Mormon who knows nothing about witchcraft of being

"the seawitch of Old Orchard Beach"

and I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me and my family of being

"Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies"

so to protest the ridiculousness of all three slanderous accusations, I painted those things on my motorhome, in glow in the dark neon pink paint, specifically to point out how absurdly ridiculous those accusations were.

and it actually did help quite a bit, because the harassers doing the bulk of the accusations apparently didn't like me painting their words in four foot tall letters for all of Old Orchard Beach's two million summer tourists to see.

now tourists stop and ask me why it says that, and I tell them, why: because locals in this town harass me in the off season, it p me by calling me gay, slander me by calling me transgender, slander me by calling me a Stephen King Thinner Gypsy, slander me by calling me the sea witch of Old Orchard Beach… and they thought no one knew about it, but now with it in giant letters for all the tourists to see, the locals don't slander with those accusations nearly as much anymore.

I think given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading a bunch of defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King… I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account that is spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026.

DO NOT TRUST ANYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King.

EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you.

ANYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is trying to scam you.

I became crippled when I was 8 months pregnant, and a crazed woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my babies head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club… and the FBI believes that the friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections… even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car!

The FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and that it is some developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and that when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son… and yet even after that the throngs of alien believers, ufo nuts, and Stephen King fans still continue the spread vile, slanderous rumors about aliens, ufos, haunted cars, and Stephen King.

These people spreading the ghost and alien and Stephen King lies about me belong in prison for stalking and harassment and defamation of character.

I am sick and tired of people not giving a shit that my son was murdered!

I am sick and tired of jackasses making up rumors and lies about me and my car, calling me an alien abductte and my car haunted, just to try to cover up my son's murder!

update May 6, 2026

answering this question/comment:

"can you explain what you mean by Squidoo account? I thought Squidoo was your website. Didn't you write every page on Squidoo?"

uhm… what? no. Squidoo was a social media site founded by Seth Godin in 2005, it was similar to Facebook, only it paid you for writing blog posts and short stories. You created a profile and then, every day you wrote a thousand word post on the blog section, sort of the same way Tumblr functions now, and the way Facebook functioned back in 2008 before Facebook was overhauled in 2018.

Seth Godin sold Squidoo in 2010, and the woman who bought it stole most of the articles off everyone's accounts and tried to republish them as her's. There was a huge lawsuit and we writers won, but, the settlement, when divided between the twenty million accounts, ended up with each of us twenty million users receiving a two dollar class action settlement check in the mail, and the rights to our writing returned to us.

Because she had to pay two dollar checks to each of the twenty million people who had Squidoo accounts, she filed for bankruptcy, and sold Squidoo.

Squidoo was then bought by HubPages in 2013, and all Squidoo accounts became HubPages accounts.

Squidoo had twenty million accounts at the time it went offline in 2013.

At the time it was a bigger social network then both Facebook and Twitter combined.

Squidoo shutting down is WHY Facebook boomed in 2014 and suddenly gained so many new users so fast, because most of Squidoo's twenty million users migrated to Facebook and created Facebook accounts to replace their Squidoo accounts.

I had a Squidoo account from 2005 to 2013, and had published around two thousand short stories there during that time. After Squidoo went offline I moved my short stories to Medium where they still are today, you can still read my old Squidoo pages, they are still online, they are just on Medium now. I moved them to Medium because Medium was the closest thing to a one to one replacement I could find for Squidoo.

Squidoo was one of the singular largest websites to ever exist in the entirety of internet history, and at the time of it going offline it had more users then any other social network.

At twenty million users each with hundreds, thousands, sometimes tens of thousands of posts, in total many, many BILLIONS are articles and short stories published on it… how could you possibly think it was my personal website or that I had written everything on it?

Where did you come up with such an idea?

My mother's account was far bigger than mine, she had way more articles than I did, and she had thousands more followers and readers then I did.

I had around three million followers on Squidoo, but my mother's account had over ten million followers. Her account was huge because she wrote non fiction that mostly focused on paranormal, new age, Maine history.

My account was Lord Sesshomaru fanfiction, at a time when I was phasing out the fanfiction stuff and switching to fully OC characters.

If you were reading the paranormal Maine history articles on Squidoo, then you were following my mother and her brothers Richard and Bruce. Not me.

If you were reading the paranormal Maine history articles on Squidoo you were NOT following ME or reading MY writing at all.

The Squidoo account with paranormal Maine history, that was my mother's Squidoo account, not mine.

You've got me and my mother mixed up.

The FBI HAS been saying right along, that I was never the target, that it was my MOTHER the Claire woman seemed to think I was, that it was my MOTHER the backhoe driver thought owned my house… the FBI keeps saying, the backhoe driver was someone my MOTHER knew and my MOTHER was fighting with online… and the FBI keeps saying the Claire woman matches up with a woman my MOTHER fights with on Facebook, while the Kendra Silvermander woman matches up with someone my mother fights with on Twitter… the FBI, keeps saying they think these people THOUGHT they were attacking MY MOTHER when they drove the backhoe over MY house… the FBI keeps saying they think these people THOUGHT they were attacking my MOTHER when they attacked with the golf club murdering my son and crippling me…

and, BOTH these attacks happened BEFORE Squidoo went offline…

This revelation that people thought I OWNED Squidoo, and thought that EVERYTHING on Squidoo was written by me… opens up a new question about the MOTIVE behind the backhoe driving over my house August 8, 2013 and the golf club woman killing my son and putting me in a wheelchair November 14, 2013…

so if these people followed my MOTHER on Squidoo and were fighting with her over her (highly controversial) paranormal Maine history pages (which did list a lot of people's real names and home addresses) (and she DID have a page about ME calling me a witch and she DID have a page about my Dodge calling it "The World's Most Haunted Car" and I DID ask her several times to remove those horrid lies about me and my car, which REFUSED to do, which is WHY I cut off all contact with her and her Atwater relatives, in 2006, for now over 20 years)... then… is it possible the people who drove the backhoe over my house did so because they THOUGHT Squidoo was MY website?

There was a woman back then, who used to claim I owned NaNoWriMo dot org too, which again, one of the largest multi-million dollar websites on the planet, obviously is not mine. I don't know where people come up with these word ideas. So, I'm not surprised at people spreading lies about me owning Squidoo too.

But… does that explain too, these people who come over and yell at me about some guy named "Todd Murphey"? Is my mother writing online still somewhere? Is my mother writing stuff about some guy named "Tod Murphy"? What about that Mark guy that everyone keeps saying I know, but I don't know anyone named Mark, so I have no clue who he is? Is that Mark guy everyone keeps talking about, someone my MOTHER knows and or writes about? Is that why the Claire woman when she murdered my 8 month old son with a golf club, is that why she was screaming "I'm Claire!"? I don't know anyone named Claire and she acted like I had somehow been using the name Claire on something… was my MOTHER writing about someone named Claire? And was she doing it on Squidoo? These people who yell at me claiming I write about them online… and I keep telling them, I don't write nonfiction, and I have no idea who they are or what they are talking about, some of them HAVE mentioned Squidoo saying things like "you haven't changed since Squidoo", which always leaves me confused, because again… I don't write nonfiction, and I don't know who these people are.

And the Kendra Silvermander woman does the same thing. She shows up screaming "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn to shine!" And same as the Claire woman, she acts like I'm supposed to know who in the heck she is or what my turn to shine means. But I don't know anyone named Kendra at all.

Are ALL of these people talking about my MOTHER?

Is my MOTHER writing stuff online somewhere and these people think it's me?

Is that what's going on?

This Tod Murphey person you all keep talking about… is that someone my MOTHER knows? Do these people think they are yelling at my mother when they yell at me?

This Mark person you all keep talking about… is that someone my MOTHER knows? These people keep saying I own money to some guy named Mark, there are guys that show up and say they are going to kill my family over some septic tank, I don't own a septic tank, I never heard of anyone named Mark, I don't own anyone anywhere any money at all. I don't know who these men are or who the Mark is they keep talking about! Do these people think they are yelling at my mother when they yell at me?

This Kendra Silvermander woman who keeps showing up and yelling at me, is she someone my MOTHER knows? I don't know who this Kendra woman is. She says things like "You haven't changed since high school", but I never even went to school, my parents pulled me out of school when I was 8 and I didn't escape that room thing until I was 31 years old 27 years later! Plus this Kendra woman looks at least 20+ years older then me, she's my mother's age… is she someone who went to high school with my MOTHER?

This Claire woman who murdered my son with a golf club and crippled me and put me in a wheelchair, did she think she was attacking my MOTHER when she attacked ME? She acted like she expected I should know who she was by her telling me her name was Claire, but I've never known anyone named Claire, PLUS… that happened only a couple of months after I escaped from that room I was locked in for 27 years, I didn't know ANYONE YET AT ALL! I hadn't yet got my glasses so I could see, I hadn't yet had my surgery so I could talk, so I can't identify her face and I couldn't talk to respond to her screaming "I'm Claire" at me either!

But right since day one, the FBI has been saying, there was ZERO EVIDENCE that I was the intended target.

Right since day one the FBI has been saying ALL EVIDENCE points to my MOTHER being the intended target and the backhoe driver and golf club woman mistaking me for my mother… the the FBI has been saying that for thirteen years now.

And the FBI HAS mentioned Squidoo. That IS a thing the FBI was talking about. They say my mother had a bunch of articles about a bunch of people, not just articles about me, my car, and her wild theories about me being a witch and my car having demons living in it. The FBI said she was writing articles like that about a lot of people in Old Orchard Beach. First time the FBI questioned me, they had a list of names, wanted to know if I knew who any of these people were, I had never heard of any of them, and his response was "I Know you don't know these people. I just wanted to see if you'd tell the truth. Your mother slammed the door in my face when i showed her this list. I took all the names off her articles. I think the people harassing you are all on this list, and I think they think they are harassing her."

Before Ben started denying there was a baby, my mother was the FBI's suspect of being the cause of why the backhoe drove over my house and why the golf club woman murdered my son. Ben threw a huge curveball into the FBI's investigation when he told them there was no baby. Then they started investigating him to find out why he was lying. Since then a hole slew of people became suspects BECAUSE of various lies they started spreading about me on FaceBook and Reddit… then the FBI found out MOST of them were my mother's Atwater relatives and focus shifted back to my mother again, with FBI thinking my mother was the one telling her relatives to slander me online to cover up her connection to the backhoe driving over my house and my son being murdered. Then her brother, the one who helped her write the Squidoo articles, became a suspect and hehad a connection to some drug gang in Connecticut and Arizona… so, suddenly there isother people being called suspects too… and all the while, the FBI CONTINUES to say "There is ZERO evidence you were ever the target, ALL evidence is still that your mother was the target and they mixed the two of you up"

So… yeah… now that I'm hearing people online saying that they THOUGHT all Squidoo pages were written by me… yep… NOW I am starting to see WHY the FBI was focused so much on my mother's Squidoo articles as being the cause of BOTH the backhoe driving over my house AND the golfclub woman murdering my son, WHILE saying evidence is my mother, not me was the target.

I don't know what to think or who to believe anymore. It just seems like everyone I thought I could trust, turned out to be doing nothing but lying to me and lying about me, and have been doing it for years, because I was bedridden and paralyzed and so they thought they could get away with it because they never expected me to relearn to walk, never expected me to regain the ability to use my hands, and never expected me to return to posting online after 13 years of not being online, so they thought they could away with pretending to be me online, and lying about about why I was missing offline, because they never expected I would recover enough to to return to living life again and point them out for the lies they've been spreading about me offline and online for thirteen years now. And I don't know what their motives are or why any of them have been doing it.

February 13, 2026, additional update 

Answering question that was sent to me from NextDoor & FaceBook:

I have stage 4 MS (multiple sclerosis). I have had MS since I was 16, though doctors had misdiagnosed it several times, and it was not until I was 42 years old when doctors realized the original diagnoses was wrong. At 42 the diagnosis was changed to "Stage 4 MS" with a mumbled apology of "had this been correctly diagnosed back when you was a teenager, it probably wouldn't have gotten to stage 4 at all, as there is treatment if diagnosed early".

No, I am not able to stand in an upright position for more then an hour or two a day, often I can not stand at all.

Yes, what people keep calling a "rollator" is NOT a rollator. It is a Vocic z51 Transitional Wheelchair, you can look up the model yourself, the company that makes them has several videos and articles on what it does and why it's made.

It is a Vocic z51 Transitional Wheelchair, that is made specifically for people with MS and similar mobility issues. What this means is it is a wheelchair, that has stability bars in its sides (those big square rods that form an A-frame on each side of it), which allows me to put my full weight on it and stand up using it for support. Most wheelchairs are not made with stability bars like this, because they are designed for people who are never or rarely standing up. If you look at the handle bar, it is double sided - meaning 4 handles, instead of 2. 2 forward facing handles so I can hold them and use them to stand up, this allows the chair to be used like a rollator pushed by the patient (me) to use to exercise leg muscles for physical therapy, and 2 backward faceing handles for a caretaker to push the wheelchair while I am sitting. It has the option to have a motor added to it, turning it into a power wheechair as wheel.

This sort of wheelchair is primarily used as physical therapy for wounded soldiers who are relearning to walk. It is the type of wheelchair used for people with MS, POTs, and other similar disorders as well.

As this chair is designed for MS and ALS, it also has the option of adding voice propelled (like what Steven Hawkings used on his wheelchair) via an AI computer; these feature is for people whom have lost use of their arms, and are using it as a powerchair, but can not push the power buttons with their hands, so can voice activate the chair to move on it's own. The company makes several other different features and add ons for this chair, each designed for use by people with different illnesses. But I am only familar with it's MS specific features, as those are the ones I need it for.

Because it is designed to be a wheelchair 90% of it's usage time and only typically used as a rollator for under two hours a day, it features a layered memory foam seat designed for sitting in 4+ hours to a time.

It is what is known in mobility aid communities as a "transport wheelchair" or an "ambulatory wheelchair", so if you've ever heard of this device before, that is likely the term you would have heard. This "name" come from the fact that they are used by people who travel a lot, for example someone who is a CosPlayer and travels to a lot of conventions, would have this sort of wheelchair because it's smaller and lighter then a typical more standard wheelchair (only 32" wide and only 50lbs, vrs most wheelchairs are much wider and can weight over 200lbs), and can be folded down "small-ish) to fit in a car (maybe) (mine does not fit in either my Volvo or either of my parents' cars, thus why I have a wheelchair trailer for it on the back of my Volvo; I have only 1 friends who has a car this fits in, so it's NOT as easily fit into most cars as the company advertises it to be... it also is too wide to fit through MOST doors of MOST houses, and only fits through just ONE door of our apartment building).

Because I primarily sell my books (novels, print/paperbacks) out of tent/booths at carnivals, car shows, festivals, comicbook conventions, state fairs, ect, the need to be able to have a wheelchair I can both take in my car and sit in for 4+ hours to a time, was a primary factor in choose this particular make/model wheelchair over the dozen+ others like it by other companies. So, yes, when you see me at LaKermeese or PortCon or Yarmouth Clam Festival or Moxie Festival or the Autism Awareness Car Show or the Saco Spirit Car show, yes, this wheelchair is in fact what I am sitting in. I can not use folding chair or seating provided by most such events.

While I am able to stand up and walk a few feet with a cane, the distance is so short, that I can not even make it half way down the distance of my driveway.

For a few months in late 2023/early 2024, I was able to walk around the block with only a cane, which doctors at the time thought was reversal symptoms caused by medications, however, an MS flareup in summer 2024, reversed whatever that was, and I've not been able to walk with a cane since. Doctors have been unable to determine why a brief period of heightened mobility happened or why is just as suddenly went away, my doctors explanation was the shrug and say "It's MS, it does that sometimes". It was innitally thought to be a sign of improvment caused by medication, and later decided to be "just one of those things MS does sometimes".

Attempts to sit in a upright position for more then a couple hours a day cause severe flare ups and paralyze. For example, on January 31, we went to see the Iron Lung movie, it was not until February 4 (4 days later) that I was able to sit in an upright position again, and it was February 7 (7 days later) before I was able to stand up again. This is because the amount of exertion on my nerves and muscles, that was requires to sit unmoving for a 2 hout long movie. This side effect is WHY it had been 13 years since the last time I have gone to a movie. I simply can not sit up for a space of 2+ hours without serious debilitating side effects that last for a week or more.

MS has variable symptoms by person, depending on which nerves have eroded holes in them. Yes, that is what MS does: it is literally holes in your nerves, This is like if you punched holes into electric wires of your table lamp and then had intermittent connections, where sometimes your lights came on, other times the lamps flicker, and other times no connection ability of turn on the lights at all. MS is like that. So depended on where the lesions have occurred a person can have different symptoms. For me my legs (both), left arm, and left hand are where the worst of the "nerve hole legions" impact.

Additionally I have rheumatoid arthritis (diagnosed at age 4, this is a lifelong thing, that grew worse in recent years). It is in my primarily hip and shoudlers. My right leg bone is fully fused to my right hip bone, there is no cartalage; this is why I drag my right leg and can not put any substantial weight on it. This leg gets progressivly shorter, due to the top of my leg bone slowly pushing it's way up higher into the socket joint of my hip. My leg is about a 1/4" shorter now, then it was 20 years ago, so i's a slow getting shorter, but this is also who I am unable to simple "stand up" aka, the shortened leg causes balance issues and attempts to stand up (without a mobility aid) cause me to immediately topple top heavily to the right and fall over. This is why I have used a cane, staff, or walking stick since I was just six years old, aka my whole life.

In 2013 my condition grew dramatically worse when, a still yet unidentified woman wielding a golf club, should up at the Buglight Lighthouse Art Studio Parking Lot of Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013, at a few minutes past 10PM. I was leaned over into the back seat of my Volvo putting my easle and pait bag in my car, when someone screaming "I'm Clair!" showed up behind me. I did not have time to turn around to see who was yelling or why, before she started beating me with a golf club. I was 8 month pregnent, with my 8th pregnacy, and my 1st pregnancy to reach 5 months+ without a misscarrige. He attack, caused a labour and beat my baby's head in on the parking lot with her golf club, seconds after he was born, her golf club also, broke 3 vertebrae of my spine, broke my hip, broke my pelvis, and broke my knee.

However, the current state I am in now, happened June 26, 2016 at the Scarborough Walmart parking lot, when the same woman, this time with a early 1990s gold Volvo station wagon, pulled up beside my Volvo while I was taking bags of groceries out of a shopping cart and putting them in my car. She leaped out of the gold Volvo, grabbed the shopping cart, and started using it as a battering ram to hit me, while accusing me of being transgender and yelling "That's EelKat she tried to kill my husband!" She was dragged away by a red hair woman, and they both left in the gold Volvo station wagon. This event severed my spinal column, leaving my quadriplegic, ZERO use of my arms or legs at all, and is the injury from which I am currently doing physical therapy to regain use of my arms and legs. It is also why I have not been online for a decade, and why you are only just starting to see me return to the internet after so many years not online.

This attack happened 2 days after I had surgery (June 24, 2016) so that I could talk (I was born near mute, unable to open my jaw or form words, I was not able to start forming clear word sounds until December of 2016, so I was not physically able to call out for help during either attack.

I am also legally blind, born that way; without glasses I can see only eight inches; with glasses I can see around seven feet. So I did not see her approach in either atack.

I am also nearly deaf, again, since birth, suffering from a tonal distortion, meaning I can only hear certain pitches that are very high (for example I can hear a bird singing from quite a distance, but I can not hear someone talking just a few inches from me). So I did not hear her approach in either attack, and am not able to clearly make out what she said to me.

These two attacks (2013 and 2016) are WHY I now have a camera that records 24/7.

I know no one named Clair and I've no clue who this woman is or why she attacked either time. She'd be about 80 years old now in 2026 though and the FBI has an active tip hotline for anyone who has any information leading to her arrest. She's wanted both for crippling me and murdering my son.

I have had agoraphobia most of my life, and from 1983 until 2010 had rarely been outside. From 2010 to 2013 I attended Southern Maine Community College 3 times a week as therapy to try to learn out to go outside and talk to people. It was my first time attending school, I had not gone to grade school or high school, so my first year at collage was all adult education remedial classes for learning basics so I could get a GED and take the actual college courses.

Meaning, I have NEVER had interactions with Humans EVER in the forty years prior to 2010 or the decade+ since 2013, so I have ZERO people I know outside of the friends I made in college.

ZERO.

NONE.

And among the things this woman said were "you were just like this in high school" which immediatly proves she has me mixed up with someone else, as I NEVER went to school at all.

These two attacks (2013 and 2016) are WHY I now have a camera that records 24/7.

As of right now February 2026:

-I had full function of my right thumb and two right fingers. Partial movement of the right ring and pinkie fingers. Very stiff, limited movement without any grip strength of all my left fingers and left hand. I can move my right arm on limited levels, but I can not lift my arm up high enough to brush my hair. I can briefly raise my arm upright, but it locks my fingers into a stiff straight position, and I can not bend them, aka I can pick up a hair brush, but raising my arm high enough to brush my hair caused my hand to ungrip and drop the brush This is nerve damage and may or may not improve.

-Neither of my legs has either the nerve function or the muscle strength to hold me up more then a few minutes, this is the primary reason I can not walk. Putting my weight onto the wheelchair allows me to shift my weight off my legs and onto the wheelchair, which gives me brief, limited abilty to walk short distances, but so far, not more then a couple hundred yards. As of right now I can make it from the driveway to the railroad tracks, about 750 feet, in a space of around an hour (most people take under 5 minutes to walk that distance). I am usually able to do this twice a day if a take a four hour nap after he first attempt.

-I can not lift either leg up high enough to use stairs. My leg lifts to a height of under 2 inches, while most stairs are 6 to 8 inches per step. I am ONLY able to use stairs IF another person PHYSICALLY CARRIES ME up the stairs. Yes, even if it is just 2 or 3 steps and not a full stair case. i have ZERO ability to use stairs AT ALL. I can not even lift my leg up high enough to step up onto the curb of a sidewalk, and require a person with me to lift me up over the curb, if there is no ramp on the sidewalk.

-While I had gone to culinary school and used to work on a food truck, and had at one point planned to open my own restaurant... I am no longer able to cook MOST foods, because of not being able to lift a pot of water. this has seriously changed my diet as EVERYTHING requiring being cooking in boiling water, I physically can no longer make. And something like a frozen pizzza, is also too heavy for my to lift. with only 2 fully functioning fingers on one hand, I can still cut vegetables with a knife, and with the way my left arm hangs unusable at my side but forarm bent, i am able to use my left arm like a tray to sort of carry things... BUT... not being able to stand unaided, I have to hold on to walls or tables or chairs, when trying to cook. I am right now stubbornly still attempting to cook, but, I would estimate that in under two years, I will no longer be able to either cook or feed myself at all and so likely will need to look into hiring a live in caretaken within the next 24 months. I don't seem to have any other option.

-I am in bed 18+ hours a day and it can take an hour or more to sit upright in bed and even longer to try to stand up.

-I used a combination of AI voice to text software and my two usable fingers to type this and everything I type, thus why spelling can be quite bad at times.

Does that answer your questions?

Also, most people don't like answering medical related questions, I'm not most people, but you might want to consider that when asking others questions like you asked me.

The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. Given her screaming "I'm Claire!" and yelling "you transvestite freak" at me, I'm wondering if it was a man, pretending to be someone named Claire and having internal issues with his own being dressed as a woman? Based on how excessively wrinkled her face was I would guess her age to be 60 to 70, but could be younger if a heavy smoker or younger if was wearing age makeup. If her age is guessed by wrinkles on face, she'd be around 80 years old now in 2026.

The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club.

The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.

Claire woman as she looked when she attacked at PortCon June 2023 at the Hilton Hotel, at the Round One at the Maine Mall, and at my dad's apartment in Biddeford. (the green hair was a cheap dollar store style clown wig)(the purple hair was a comb in caulk dye)

This woman is pure evil.

If you know evil is going on and you do nothing about it, are you not also evil?

If you stand by doing nothing, when evil happens, are you not supporting that evil by allowing it to continue?

You can not stand by silent about evil you witnessed, unless you support that evil being done.

If you know evil is going on and you turn a blind eye to it, you are evil.

People always ask why I have a video recorder running 24/7. Watch these 4 videos of The Scarborough Walmart.

I have a video recorder running 24/7. Because this parking lot is where I was attacked a second time by the woman who crippled me with the golf club at Southern Maine Community College in 2013 (who also murdered my 8-month-old son at the same time) this is the location of her 2nd attack, the July 2016 attack with a shopping cart, the attack that left me in a wheelchair and despite over 200 "security cameras" and signs saying there are cameras in use... the police did not find even ONE actual REAL camera. Every "security camera" on this building and parking lot was ALL fake "dummy cameras" and that is why there is no video footage of my son's murderer.

I started carrying a camera 24/7 the very next day after Scarborough police informed me they could not identify the blonde woman who attacked me or her gold Volvo 240GL station wagon, because EVERY CAMERA at this store's parking lot was an empty case with no real camera inside it. My son would be 12 years old this Christmas 2025, and his murderer walks free, still unidentified because this parking lot did not have real cameras.

Those things that look like cameras on the building and light poles, are fake, according to the Scarborough Police Department. That is why I have a camera running 24/7, because my son's killer walks free because there was no camera the day we were attacked.

update: March 1, 2026

So I had a strange encounter, on Main Street, the street parallel to and one over from South Street, on the end towards Elm Street near the Biddeford Library.

I’m listing where this happened, because maybe someone here knows who this man is or what he is talking about? I list the location, because given what he was carrying (a huge stack of about 300+ sheets of copy paper, that seem to be computer printouts?), and how he was dressed (no coat and only slippers on his feet) I assume that he ran out of his house to yell at me when he saw me walk by, so I’m assuming he lives right in this area as, and so maybe someone here knows who he is or what it is he is talking about? He is a very tall (well over 6 feet, maybe close to 6’4” - I’ve an uncle that height and this guy was close to that range) and very elderly (maybe late 80s like my dad, though looks older than my dad, so maybe 90s?)

It just seems really bizarre and I’m wondering, if this person emailing him is the same one who was making a lot of Reddit and FaceBook accounts and pretending to be me, that entire ten years of when I was not online because I was paralized? It certainly sounds like her, given the weird alien and monster talk that guy says she was doing in her emails to him.

The FBI still has not found out who it was who closed out all my bank accounts and stole all my money (I found out about it in 2023, but it happens sometime between 2013 and 2023, because I had been paralized and had not used my bank accounts that entire time; in 2023 when I was first starting to relearn to walk I went to the back and was told my accounts had been closed all the money withdrawn, and the bank said because it had happened more than 6 months prior their system had auto deleted all records, so they had no way to find out who did it or when they did it). The FBI thinks the woman who has been impersonating me on social networks online is probably the same one who is impersonating me offline locally and likely is the person who closed my bank accounts (the accounts were started in 1979 and had no digital access, they could only be accessed in person, so the bank knows it was done by someone who physically went into the bank building).

Anyways, it occurred to me that the person emailing this man, might be the person the FBI is looking for about my stolen money, but I did not think of it at the time, and now I don’t know how to find the man to see if he’ll forward all those emails he got to the FBI agent in charge of the investigation.

So here’s what happened: I’m walking along, as I do, when suddenly I hear someone yelling. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” Someone flagging someone down. And I stop to see what’s going on. This man trots up behind me and says:

“You gotta stop sending me all these emails.”

I ask: “What?” not sure if I heard him right… see… I don’t have email.

He repeats himself, adding words: “You gotta stop sending me all these emails about cryptids.”

I say to him: “I don’t use email and I don’t know who you are.”

Then he starts listing off a lot of words that I have no clue what any of them were, it sounds like a gibberish made up language with a few random English words mixed in. (I quickly learn it is not another language though)

I say to him: “I am still new to learning American English, I don’t know it well, and I don’t know slang words or street lingo at all. I can’ tell what you are saying. I don’t know those words.”

He stops flipping through the papers and stares at me with this stunned look on his face.

He says: “You wrote these emails.”

I say: “I already told you, I don’t use email. Whoever emailed you, it wasn’t me. I think you got me mixed up with someone else.”

He says: “But Etiole?”

Confused, I say: “Which one? The fictional Eel MerMan from my novels or the local homeless WW2 veteran that everyone around here calls an alien or demon because he has dwarfism and they refuse to believe he’s human.”

He stares at me silent again before saying: “Aren’t you EelKat?”

I say: “People call me that.”

He says: “Call you… wait… don’t you call yourself that?”

Me: “No.”

Him: “Why not?”

Me: “Why would I? EelKat is a fictional character from my novels.”

He is silent again, stares down at the stack of papers, looks back up at me, then says: “You’re not EelKat?”

Me: “No. I just told you. EelKat isn’t real. She’s a fictional black cat who belongs to a fiction Elf wizard in a novel I wrote back in 1978. I’ve not even used her as a character in any of my books in over thirty years.”

He starts babbling weird gibberish words again, making me think he’s some sort of deranged raving lunatic… but it turns out he is reading one of the sheets of paper because he stops and says: “You didn’t write that?”

I say: “I don’t even know what language it is.”

He says: “It’s cryptids"

I say: “I don’t know how to write cryptographs."

He says: “No. Cryptids.”

I say: “I don’t know what that is.”

He starts listing off words again, that again I don’t know what they are. He stops and stares at me like he’s expecting me to know what he said.

I stand there waiting, as he is blocking the path and I can’t get by him, as normally I would have kept going. This is not the first time someone has come up to me yelling strange gibbering words like this before, and my usual assumption is to assume the person is nuts, drunk, or on drugs, but this guy has blocked the path and I can not get past him.

He flips through the papers and pulls out another on, again starts spouting off a lot of words I do not know, so again, I don’t know what he said.

He puts that page down and is now looking very confused, just as confused looking as I am myself feeling.

He’s no longer yelling at me, and is now talking in normal voice and says: “You really didn’t write that did you?”

I say: “I don’t know what language it is.”

He says: “But you email me every week, almost every day, you done it for years now.”

I say again: “I do not have email. It’s not possibly for me to email you. I don’t use email. And I also don’t know who you are.”

He says: “How do you not know me? Everyone knows me.”

I assume at that point he must be famous or something, by the way he said it. So i respond with:

“I don’t have a TV. I lived without electricity and plumbing for the first forty years of my life. I’m only just now starting to learn that most Americans own mirrors and toilets. It’s highly unlikely I would know anyone famous as I have never had access to such things."

He goes: “What about Stephen King?”

I say: “I don’t know him either. I know his fans like to show up in my yard and tell me that he thinks my car is haunted. Apparently he wrote a book about me and my car and gave out my home address on some late night tv show, because his fans all say that’s how they found my home address.”

He goes: “You don’t know who Stephen King is?”

I say: “No. Should I?”

He says: “You talk about Stephen King all the time” he waves the stack of papers around in the air over his head. “You’re like his biggest fan or something.”

I say: “I don’t know who he is. I only know his name at all because ever since 1997 I’ve had to near daily call the police to drag his fans out of my yard, because they claim I’m “Stephen King’s Gypsy Witch, the real live Gypsy he based his movie Gypsy off of” and they say my car is “The Real Christine the World’s Most Haunted Car”, but near as i cam tell Stephen King is one of those crazy UFO nuts who believes my homeless WW2 veteran friend is an alien because, my friend is a midget, he has dwarfism, so people call him an alien. I let him sleep in my car at night, that’s why people think my car is haunted.”

He says: “YOU don’t think your car is haunted?”

I say: “No, only stupid people think that. There’s no such thing as ghosts or aliens or demons. Crazy people believe crazy things about my car.”

He goes silent again for a moment then says: “You… don’t… you don’t… you don’t believe in aliens?”

I say: “There is plenty of scientific evidence that there is no possible way for aliens to reach earth, because of how many hundreds of thousands of years it would take for a ship to get here. Scientists have proven that over and over again, only uneducated people believe in aliens. It’s foolish to believe in aliens.”

He says: “You know about lightyears?”

I say: “I took astrophysics in college. I write a Sci-Fi series about an Elf Merchant from the 40th century who travels Star Trek like to other galaxies. I wanted to know if the type of space travel his ship used was plausible. It wasn’t, so I made him be a wizard who powered his ship by magic spells instead.”

He stars at his stack of papers again: Then says: “But what about all the cryptid sightings?”

I say: “I don’t know what that is.”

He says: “These emails you keep sending me!” Waves papers around again.

I say: “I already told you, I don’t have email. It’s not physically possible for me to email you as I do not use email at all. I did not send you or anyone else any emails.”

He says: “But the cryptids!”

I say: “I don’t know what that means.”

He says: “CRYPTIDS! You talk about cryptids all the time!”

I say: “I don’t know what a cryptid is, so I can not very well talk about it. I really think you have me mixed up with someone else.”

He FINALLY, explains in long detail, that the weird gibberish words he’s been listing off for the past 15 minutes are names of cryptids, and apparently he is some famous cryptologist researcher or so he said, and I again told him that I still don’t know what any of those words mean.

He says a word then looks at me, like he’s waiting for a response.

Then he says: “Don’t you know what that is?”

Me: “No, I already told you whatever language you are speaking, I don’t know it.”

He says: “It’s not a language, it’s the Latin word for BigFoot.”

I say: “Ahhh. BigFoot.” I nod and make a mental note that this guy is probably crazy and I should now reach for my pepper spray and no sane person believes in BigFoot..but I say out load: “Then why didn’t you just say BigFoot?”

He says: “Because you are the one who wrote this email to me and you say ____.”

I say again: “I do not have an email, so I can not email anyone and I don’t know who YOU even are, so even if I could email anyone why would I email YOU?”

He says: “Because you’re EelKa!”

I say: “No I’m not. EelKat isn’t real.”

He goes: “He goes, what do you mean EelKat isn’t real, I’m talking to you right now!”

I say: “But I’m not EelKat. I’m Wendy. EelKat is a talking cat from a Science Fiction novel that I published forty-seven years ago.”

He goes: “You keep emailing me about these cryptids you keep finding!”

I say: “I don’t believe in monsters. And I keep telling you, I DO NOT HAVE AN EMAIL! I don’t know who is emailing you, but it isn’t me.”

At that point, I backed up and made it to a space in the path big enough to turn around, and went back to my apartment as quickly as possible, because I don’t know who this guy is, but all his talk about cryptics, aliens, and other fictional bull shit that he was treating as real, was starting to freak me out. One of my uncles was a member of Heaven’s Gate, and so I developed at HUGE PTSD of anyone who believes in aliens, ufos, or other fictional things that they treat as real, and once I realized this guy was one of those types, it was triggering my PTSD really bad so I just had to get away from him…

but now… I’m wondering… who in the heck was emailing him and using the name of a character (EelKat) from one of my old novels to do so?

It just seems really bizarre and I’m wondering, if this person emailing him is the same one who was making a lot of Reddit and FaceBook accounts and pretending to be me, that entire ten years of when I was not online because I was paralized? It certainly sounds like her, given the weird alien and monster talk that guy says she was doing in her emails to him.

The FBI still has not found out who it was who closed out all my bank accounts and stole all my money (I found out about it in 2023, but it happens sometime between 2013 and 2023, because I had been paralized and had not used my bank accounts that entire time; in 2023 when I was first starting to relearn to walk I went to the back and was told my accounts had been closed all the money withdrawn, and the bank said because it had happened more than 6 months prior their system had auto deleted all records, so they had no way to find out who did it or when they did it). The FBI thinks the woman who has been impersonating me on social networks online is probably the same one who is impersonating me offline locally and likely is the person who closed my bank accounts (the accounts were started in 1979 and had no digital access, they could only be accessed in person, so the bank knows it was done by someone who physically went into the bank building).

Anyways, it occurred to me that the person emailing this man, might be the person the FBI is looking for about my stolen money, but I did not think of it at the time, and now I don’t know how to find the man to see if he’ll forward all those emails he got to the FBI agent in charge of the investigation.

Some thoughts:

1 Who is doing the most amount of die hard gaslighting of locals, trying to convince them that my family is white? 

That person is likely working with the woman who has been impersonating me around Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford the past 13 years while I have been paraplegic, bedridden, and so paralyzed I could not go outside that entire time. 

It is known that the woman impersonating me is white and had to convince locals I was white in order to pass herself off as me.

2 Who is doing the most amount of die hard gaslighting of locals, trying to convince them that I am not disabled,  not legally blind since birth , not almost deaf since birth, not mute since  birth and only recently gained the ability to talk after my July 24, 2016 surgery? 

That person is likely working with the woman who has been impersonating me around Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford the past 13 years while I have been paraplegic, bedridden, and so paralyzed I could not go outside that entire time. 

It is known that the woman impersonating me is not in a wheelchair, not blind, not deaf, and not mute, and had to convince locals I was not disabled in order to pass herself off as me.

3 Who is doing the most amount of die hard gaslighting of locals, trying to convince them that I am a member of the Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints? 

I am not now, nor have I ever been a member of the Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, nor have I ever attended that church. My mother was a member of that church in the later 1990s or early 2000s, I'm not sure the exact year, in 2010 I gave her a ride to that church on 3 different Sundays while her car was broken down. Those are the only times I've ever been to that church and it was simply to drop her off.

Since 1975 I have been a member of the Cape Elizabeth Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It is the ONLY church I have EVER been a member of my entire life. I am STILL a member of that church. From 1975 until becoming paralyzed November 2013 I never missed a single service at that church. I only have not attended since becoming paralyzed, because I have been paralyzed and unable to attend. I am only now just starting to relearn to walk since 2021 and am not yet able to move enough to to yet return to church attendance, as that church is well over an hour drive away, it is NOT local.

Whomever it is who is so desperately trying to convince locals i am a member of the Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, That person is likely working with the woman who has been impersonating me around Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Biddeford the past 13 years while I have been paraplegic, bedridden, and so paralyzed I could not go outside that entire time. 

It is known that the woman impersonating me is not in a has been attending The Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and asking for money for a fraudulent house building fund raiser and had to convince locals I was a member  of The Scao Ward Church in order to pass herself off as me.

Update April 10, 2026

I am annoyed so, im going to rant about what is annoying me. I ain't got no one offline i can talk to about it so, I'm gonna post it here, maybe someone here can understand why this situation is so annoying to me. Maybe it happens to others locally too? I don’t know if its a common thing to happen to everyone in the area or not, but its happened to me so many tomes now and it's just really annoying. Trigger warning… topic is religion. Specially local bigotry some local religions have against my religion, and how annoying it is they won't stop thinking they can call me evil and accuse me of being a witch.

You know, I do deeply dislike when people think "person A belongs to religion B, therefore they practice evil actions C, D, and E" Insert any person of any religion and any actions onto the blanks, and out there somewhere is someone who believes it… but my point it, i practice parts of three different religions, because I don't fully believe in 100% of any one religion, and each of those three religions has various people who believe various parts of each to be some form or another of "evil" and so i am constantly dealing with someone (several different someones), who feel that their religion gives them the right to march up to me at random, and tell me some form of my religion is "evil", I need to "repent", whatever.

But the most annoying one that happens to me (and just happened again today) is in regards to the "witchcraft" and "curses".

I know absolutely nothing about either witchcraft or curses, so I am often left confused and wondering what they are even talking about.

Like recently a few weeks age, someone came up to me, angry about some holiday, spring solstice or something, is what they called it, I'm not sure if that's the actual name or just what they called it, but anyways, they were mad at me, because according to them, I am a "witch" and its a holiday I supposedly celebrated.

Thing is, I'm a Mormon, have been since 1975, so fifty-one years now, and I was born into a 5th generation "fundy-type" branch of Mormonism… not the one people usually think of (most people think of Utah/Salt Lake City one founded by Brigham Young; but I'm part of the Missouri one founded by Joseph Smith, they are not the same church, Joseph Smith never was in Utah, and never had any involvement in the Utah church, which is the bigger Mormon church, and the one most people think of when they think of Mormos…

…which is also why it is silly for people to think i attend the Saco Ward Church, the Saco Ward church (Saco, Maine across from Thornton Academy) is part of the Utah Church, and has dozens of congregations in Maine, but the reasonI have to drive over an hour to get to my church in Cape Elizabeth (Cape Elizabeth, Maine, The one on the side street by The Portland Headlight, Lighthouse), is because it has only three congregations in Maine… I do not know how or why the rumours got started claiming that I am a member of the Saco Ward Church, but just know that anyone saying I belong to or attend the Saco Ward Church is lying to you, because, I've not only never been a member, I've also never attended it, AND its not even the same religion as the type of Mormon religion I do belong to! …

….to make it even more confusing, the Cape Elizabeth Ward of the Church of Christ meets in the Portland Ward BUILDING of the LDS Utah church… which is WHY when people say "oh, so you'rea memberof the Portland Ward" I always correct them and say "No, Im a member of the Cape Elizabeth Ward that meets in the Portland Ward building. ) , aka the one i am part of is NOT the one that sends out missionaries... meaning the one that doesn't celebrate holidays.

While members who follow the (Utah with missionaries) Mormon church founded by Brigham Young, do celebrate some holidays… us members who follow the (Missouri with missionaries) Mormon religion founded by Joseph Smiths do NOT celebrate holidays.

Meaning I do not celebrate holidays. Not Christmas, not Easter, not birthdays, nothing, none, no holidays at all. I don't even know the names of most holidays celebrated by most people. Which is why I'm not sure if the holiday name they were saying is the actual name or not.

So calling me a witch and accusations of celebrating a holiday related to witchcraft, is just plain silly.

Anyways, today, I get the other annoying one, the one where, someone thinks I'm a witch and know curses, and so they want to hire me to cast curses for them! UGH!

People overjoyed at thinking I'm a witch are just as annoying as the ones hateful of witches.

So, I mentioned I was born in a branch of Mormonism, right? Well, I also grew up with Voodoo (2 grandparents), Huna (1 grandparent), and Scottish Faerie Faith (1 grandparent), so I ended up with practicing a blend of all four as an adult.

And the one that was being focused on today is the Voodoo religion. What happened was the request for me to make them a "Voodoo doll" because they are mad at someone and want to "send karma" back at them by sticking pins in a doll.

Thing is, doll babies (as they are correctly called) are for healing, not curses. Red pins are to remove sickness, yellow pins are to draw in healing. That is the ACTUAL practice. It has absolutely nothing to do with curses or hurting people or sending harm or summoning karma. All that curses and harm stuff comes from Hollywood movies, not from the actual Voodoo religion.

And Voodoo is a religion. A Christian religion at that. A very peaceful, non-violent religion. A religion that is so similar to the Catholic religion, that it is sometimes called "Folk Catholicism". It is a Christian religion that combines the ATR Vodu (the much older pre colonial religion Voodoo is based off of) with Catholic Christianity.

I am so sick of the "voodoo doll curses and death spell" bull shit lies people spread about the Voodoo religion.

I am equally sick of people storming up to me, telling me they are mad at someone, and demanding I make them a "Voodoo doll" so they can "stick pins in it".

Why do people blindly believe the fantasy bull shit lies movies say Voodoo is, instead of doing some research to find out what Voodoo really is?

But also, why is everyone so obsessed with (my) religion at all?

I'm not out trying to convert anybody, because I believe everyone has different beliefs that are best for them. I don't believe in a "one true religion" so I also don't understand why people feel the need to try to convert me to their religion.

It is perfectly fine by me for everyone to have any religion they want, or no religion if they do not want one.

My point is, I just don't understand why it is such a common thing for everyone to feel the need to tell me my religion is wrong, my religion is evil, my religion is witchcraft, my religion is curses, or whatever else they come up with the acuse me and/or my religion of being.

I'm not trying to convert anyone to my religion, so why are so many people obsessed with trying to convert me to theirs?

And my religion neither practices nor believes in casting curses or sending harmful karma at people, so why do so many people try to get me to make "Voodoo dolls" or cast curses for them.

It's really annoying that 90% of the people I encounter think I'm a witch and/or think I am some sort of "witch for hire" that they can buy curses from.

It's all so very annoying. I wish there weren't so many negative stereotypes out there about so many religions. I wish so many people wouldn't treat religion like their personal excuse to harass others.

I don't know is it just really common for people around here to do this to everyone of evey religion, or is it just that I'm part of two fairly uncommon Christo-Pagan religions that this keeps happening to me?

omg, and let's not even get started on my primary religion practice: Scottish Faerie Faith which is real close to Wicca and has no connection to Christianity at all and is straight up olde school paganism and REALLY gets local church members going wild accusations at me. :(

I'm just really frustrated that my beliefs being predominantly pagan, but also slightly Christian, seems to make everyone around me think its open season on giving me their (usually hateful) opinions. Like why can't people just mind their own business and why is my religion any business of theirs to begin with?

Update: May 30, 2026 - Weird things at Acadia… what should I think about this thing that happened?

An odd thing happened at Acadia National Park this week. I'm on my way to the rest room, need to use the toilet. All normal stuff. On my way there a woman approach me. Young, short brown hair, probably in her 20s. Never seen her before. No clue who she is. But she recognizes me, or so she says.

She says "You’re eel cat, right? I remember you from PortCon." then she points to the wheelchair and says "you could walk fine there. What happened?"

The rest of the conversation is unimportant for what I have to say here. Because my thoughts are to question what exactly it is she saw at PortCon that she translated into "you could walk fine"?

I became crippled November 14, 2013, from the 1st attack by the golf club woman. At that point, my spine was broken, and my hip, and it took me 18 months to relearn to walk.

At that point I could walk about 400 to 500 feet with a cane.

The golf club woman called herself "Claire" and keep screaming "I am Claire" during the November 14, 2013 attack.

It was very odd, because its not how people address themselves to others, and appeared that she was trying to convince me her name was Claire, like she REALLY wanted me to believe her name was Claire, on levels so extreme, that it looked more like she was NOT named Claire, but rather was trying the frame someone named Claire.

Police and FBI went through every local woman they could fine name Claire, and asked me to look at their photos… but none of them were the woman who attacked me.

The FBI found a woman named Claire, who kind of sort or almost looked like the attacker, but was not her.

Enter Portcon into the equation.

This particular woman named Claire had relatives in Biddeford who were CosPlayers, who attended PortCon, in a very, very large group… a group of 30 to 40 people all attending PortCon together.

And the theory became that the woman who crippled me and murdered my son on November 14, 2013, was one of the woman from this huge group of CosPlayers from Biddeford. The theory being that because she was a cosplayer, she used a wig and old age makeup to pretend to be a much older woman, pretending to be this Claire woman, in an attempt to get me to identify this other woman ask the attacker. The older woman shown to me was not the attacker, but the younger woman could be the attacker if she had done something to age up her face with makeup.

And so in June 2015, I attended PortCon, with several body cams, so the FBI could watch WHO approached me and what they said… and yes… that DOES mean if you ever approached me at ANY PortCon, you were recorded, I still have the footage, and the FBI has it as well.

Interestingly this specific group the FBI was watching, approached me the first day, and over a dozen of them, stayed around me the whole weekend, never letting me out of their sight.

The FBI sent me back to PortCon 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2023, 2024, and 2025. And this massive group of Biddeford Cosplayers repeated this bizarre gang stalking process of never letting me have even a minute of privacy at every PortCon.

It was so noticeable that management of the Hilton Doubletree Hotel, took me aside and asked if I needed him to call the police.

It was so extreme, at The Round One in the mall 2 years in a row (2023 and 2024), that The Maine Mall refused to renew PortCons contract for 2026 and PortCon has had to move locations.

I never went to CosPlay events before the 2013 attack, and I ONLY started going to PortCon, because of the 2013 attack. My being Crippled is WHY I started going to PortCon. So you see, there has NEVER been a time of me going to PortCon with the ability to "walk fine".

And so if you noticed me at PortCon, but you remember at PortCon "walking fine"... I'm going to ask you if you ever heard of "the Mandela Effect"?

The Mandela Effect is when you see something, but then later, because someone gaslighted you, you remember what the gaslighter TOLD you INSTEAD of remembering WHAT YOU ACTUALLY SAW.

The famous example of this is thinking there is a cornucopia on the Fruit of a Loom logo, when there has never been a cornucopia on their logo.

I have been crippled since the FIRST golf club attack on November 14, 2013.

It took me 18 months to relearn to walk.

At that point I could walk about 400 to 500 feet with a cane.

And so at PortCon 2015, I was able to walk, limping badly, dragging a lame leg, leaning heavily on a cane, AND CRUTCHES, and was able to get from one room to the next, sit for and hour in the room, use the cane and crutches to drag myself to the next room, sit for an hour, throughout the event.

Look at every PortCon photo of me… I am NEVER with out one or more mobility aids.

You can see from the photos, I was nothing even remotely close to "walking fine".

However…July 2016, days after my second PortCon, the golf club woman attacked the SECOND Time. And this time left me with the nerve bundle of my spine completely severed. This was when I became paralized a second time, both my arms and legs this time. And I have not yet recovered from this. As of right now, May 30, 2026, my left arm is still mostly "nerve dead" and my right arm has regained function of only two fingers, with limited movement of the other three; and neither leg works enough for me to walk unaided; I can take ten or twelve steps with a cane; I cane stand upright for under five minutes with a cane, I can put my weight on a rollator or wheelchair and walk a few hundred feet with said device, doing so two or three times a day. I've not yet recovered enough to take two thousand steps a day, that is a goal I am still aiming for.

So it is laughable that anyone could have encountered me at PortCon of any year, and thought "she's walking fine". You saw what you EXPECTED to see, because you were not paying attention, thus you remember incorrectly, and thus the Mandela Effect, you you remembering me "walking fine" when in fact, I've NEVER walked at PortCon at all.

Port 2017, 2019, 2019, 2023, 2024, and 2025, you saw me NOT ALONE, but now with a caretaker who physically moved me. He hoisted me up into a standing position for photo shoots, while photographers propped trash cans, chairs, and a six foot tall pole that I brought with me, to give the illusion of me standing in the photo shoots. and in every photo, are the cane, the crutches, the walker, the rollator, or the wheelchair…look at every PortCon photo from every year, I AM NEVER WITHOUT MOBILITY AIDS AND MEDICAL EQUIPMENT IN ANY PHOTO.

If you ever saw me "walking" at ANY PortCon, what you saw, was a man, much bigger then me, elbow linked to mine, holding me up, and dragging me, giving the ILLUSION OF me walking arm in arm with him.

And had you paid closer attention to me, you would seen that I NEVER ONCE stood up on my own…

…in lines waiting to get on events, I sat on a beanbag chair shaped like a Unicorn for my Quaraun CosPlay or shaped like a donut for my BoomFuzzy cosplay or shaped like a purple bison for my Avallach cosplay…

…to get into the room my caretaker stood me up them walked in while I leaned on him, he set me in the chair, and if the room was full he'd wait out on the hall or if it was not many people in the room, he would sit with me. When the workshop panel ended he'd stand me up and walk back out while I leaned on him dragged beside him.

So, no, you NEVER saw me "walking fine at PortCon" or any place else.

You "saw" what you EXPECTED to see. Thus the Mandela Effect of you memory playing tricks on you, and you THINKING you saw me "walking fine".

But also… every minute of every PortCon I attended is all recorded on video and, yeah, its really easy to prove the extreme levels of disabled I actually am and how much help I needed to even sit up right in a chair.

It is not the first time someone has said this to me, and I find it odd the alarmingly high rate of frequency this gets said to me. It's almost like they don't know the founders and staff of PortCon literally wrote the disability clause and accommodations BECAUSE of how disabled I am and BECAUSE of how many accommodations the company had to make just so I could attend.

If YOU reading this are disabled, use mobility aids, is this something you experience as well? People being so oblivious to your cane, crutches, walker, rollator, or wheelchair that they can see you with it, see you use it, and then later claim they never saw it and did not know you was crippled? It feels odd to me, how often this happens, given how PortCon was literally the ONLY time I went outside for close to ten years, yes, as in… the only FOUR DAYS of THE ENTIRE YEAR, that I even got out of bed at all.

The amount of extremes that had to be taken just to get me able to be propped in a standing position for my PortCon photos each year, is a thing that many PortCon goers stood and watched and is well aware of, so I am baffled, by the statement "walking fine", and how they concluded such a thing?

Did they mix me up with someone else? I was in CosPlay each event so it's possible, the person they thought was me was someone else with a similar costume to mine.

But also, the phraseology stands out… as does the tone of voice.

Is it really possible for DOZENS of people in the past year to use the EXACT SAME PHRASE (not a variation, but the EXACT WORDING EVERY TIME) of "you could walk fine at PortCon". It's TOO exact, too many times, from too many people to be a coincidence… it… feels like someone is telling them "There she is, go say this to her so we can catch her admitting she can walk".

I say this, because, not only the exact phrase every time, as though they were quoting something they were told to say, but also… the tone.

The tone of voice is never a concerned, worried, "what happened can I help" tone of voice, but rather it's this weird, accusatory, snickering (often outright laughing and bubbling over with "ha ha gotcha" type giggles), in a very enraged, mad, angry, bullying sort of "busted, I caught you faking" sort of way.

And to me that just seems odd… also, the way they always run away after, is like they are a duckling running back to momma goose to report their findings.

It's very odd. And so… when over a dozen people did it at Acadia in less then twenty-fours, it came off feeling very staged, very… it REALLY stuck out like a sore thumb… for so many people to do it, in such a short amount of time, in a remote campground that's a seven hour drive away…. does that not feel odd to you? Had it happened somewhere nearby, like Biddeford or Portland, it would not have stood out so much… but in the Narrows? Really? How many people reading this right now even knows what the Narrows is, let alone where it is? Also they seemed totally oblivious to the fact that my wheelchair cam runs 24/7, a thing that people who ACTUALLY read my work, are well aware of. So, I also have these odd happenings and conversations from the Narrows on camera, and I'm wondering, should I or should I not, include them when I upload the 100+ hours of Acadia trip footage to, where ever it is I end up uploading the videos (I've not decided yet where.)

But also, why do people call me "eel cat" or "EelKat"? I don't understand that one at all. EelKat is a fictional character from my books. Do they not know that? I got to wonder, if they meet J. K. Rowlings in the store, do they run up to her screaming "Hey Harry Potter!" the same way they run up to me screaming "Hey EelKat!".

I don't know about other authors, but to me, it feels kind of degrading when someone calls you by the name of one of your characters and refuses to use your name. It just feels disrespectful, ill-mannered, and like they are going out of their way to snub you by refusing to use your name.

I'm left to wonder, is someone TELLING people to address me as "EelKat"? Why do so many locals do it?

But also, I go to Acadia to get privacy away from the locals who refuse to let me have any privacy and they follow me all the way up to there? Really? Can anyone say parasocial stalker with terrifying hyperfication?

This whole thing seems so odd to me.

The FBI is looking for a COSPLAYER, possibly a MAN, given how MUCH BIGGGER and MUCH TALLER THEN ME the attacker was.

The FBI FOUND the REAL woman named Claire whom my attacker was PRETENDING TO BE, and SHE is TOO SHORT, too small framed, too lacking in muscle sctreangth to weild a golf club with the amount of force needed to shatter three vertebrea and severe the spinal coulmn and nerve bundle, in the manner which was done to me.

In fact, the FBI has pointed out even most men would not be able to easily do what my attacker did to me. Which leads the FBI to suspect some sort of military training, possibly a Marine.

the FBI thinks the attacker was a MAN pretending to be a woman, but also a man WITH THE ABILITY TO SEVER A SPINE WITH A GOLF CLUB WITH A SINGLE HIT... not an easy thing tpo do. My attacker was MUCH TALLER then me, MUCH STRONGER then the average man.

BUT my attacker was pretending to be an old woman named Claire, and wearing old age CosPlay makeup.

The woman whom the FBI believes to be the real Claire, my attacker was pretending to be, the FBI identified her back in 2015, and found out that HER FAMILY has bveen being harassed, vandalised, and attacked for several years, with the attacks being VERY SIMILAR to the attacks on my family. The FBI believes the person/s attack me are the same ones attacking her, and the FBI had found a group of cosPlayers whom frequented PortCon, who were harassing this woman named Claire, and the FBI believes one of these CosPlayers dressed up as her, to attack me

The FBI says however I was NOT the one they intended to attack. The FBI said they were intended to attack MY MOTHER, as my mother and the Claire woman had been fighting on FaceBook for well over a decade.

The FBI says one of these CosPlayers dressed up as the Claire woman, to attack my mother, and frame the Claire woman for the attack, to try to get a bigger fued started on FaceBook between my mother's siblings and the Claire woman.

The FBI said my mother had been posting a lot of photos of me and my car on her FaceBook page and that is why the attacker thought me and my mother to be the same person and attacked me thinking they was attacking her.

Because I went "missing" from public life from 2013 onward, it appeared that the atacker thought I was dead. And it was FOR THIS REASON, the FBI wanted me to make an apearance at PortCon 2015, to see WHO would REACT to it and HOW... and everyone was stunned when UNDER FIVE MINUTES of me entering PortCon for the first time, the ENTIRE GROUP the FBI was looking at, completly surrounded me (you can see them doing it on my FaceBook photos of the PortCon 2015 event... heck, you can see all the photos THEY TOOK on THEIR accounts, which show up on my account as well, because they tagged me in all of the photos! They themselves have hyper focused on taking and uploading to their FaceBook accounts HUNDREDS of photos of me, and tagging me... and, those tagged photos then show up on my account BECAUSE of the tags... so it LOOKS like I uploaded the photos, because they show up on my account as well because of how FaceBooks' crossposting system works when you tag someone in a photo.

I don't know who any of these people are, but, they made a point of doing group photos arround me, every time i was sitting down, and making it look like i was part of their group, then they uploaded the photos on FaceBoiok, tagged me in the photos, and FaceBook cross posted the photos to my account because that's what tagging someone in a photo does on FaceBook... so I have a shit ton l;oad of photos of these people on my FaceBook account, but I can't delete or download them, because I did not upload them, they uploaded them and tagged me in them...

...but you can see for yourself right on the photos they themselves took, HOW MUCH STALKING they did of my at PortCon 2015 and 2016 and HOW EXTREME they went on not letting me out of their site for a second, they even went into the bathrooms with me and gathered around the bathroom stall.

Every one of them introduced themselves with the exact same phrase " We're MummaCon's Group". So, apparently they call themselves "The MummaCons".

I have no clue who these people are or why they go stalker crazy on me like this at every PortCon... but in 2023 they started following me to my dad's aparent in Biddeford from PortCon and screaming and yelling from the porch on the front of the buildin "We found EelKat! EelKat lives here! we found the crazy alien lady! Spread the word! CRAZY! CRAZY! CRAZY!" while jumping off the porch into the road and running up to the cars, pounding on driver windows as the cars drove by, screaming "Crazy alien lady lives there, tell everyone we found EelKat!"

We know it is this group who does a LOT of the spreading slander calling me an "Alien lady" and "alien abducttee" and they call BOTH my Dodge and my Volvo "demon cars" and "haunted car", WHILE they run around the apartment building waving assult riffles and machine guns over their heads (which appear to be fake, as they have "Umbrella Corp" and the Resident Evil red and white umbrella logos on the guns, also, the guns have PortCon "peace binding tags" on them. So, I'm left to assume they are a part of the huge group of UmBrella Corp cosPlayers that show up at PortCon each year... and that is a HUGE group - hundreds of UmBrella Corp CosPlayers show up from all over the contry, o attend PortCon every year, and they wear "military riot gear" style body armor and face covering helmets, so it's impossible to tell who the person is inside the riot gear helmets.

The FBI feels fairly certain that the "Claire woman" who attacked me November 14, 2013, is one of these Resident Evil Umbrella Corp CosPlayers... a man, over six feet tall, who had pretended to be a woman when he attacked at Southern Maine Community College.

But who? Which one? That is still unknown.

Looking to find out more about my son's murder, that information is on these pages:

• How did the FBI get involved?

• Never Forget my son was murdered

• Do you know who this woman is? And no 146 Portland Ave is not for sale.

• Thoughts on Reborn Therapy Dolls After My Son's Murder

*sigh* I'm just gonna put this here...

...I'm just sick of the harassment I'm getting on Reddit and FaceBook, so, here is a one lump answer to the MORE THEN 300 r/writercirclejerk Reddit threads made between May 2026 and June 2026...

...and yes, I am compiling a list of all the users doing this to file a defamation/libel/slander lawsuit against them, no, you are NOT as anynompouse as you think on your "throw away accounts"...

If you don't know what is going on, why I am compiling a lawsuit again the r/writingcirclejerk Reddit users... there are more the 70 users on the subreddit whom have collectively decided to make malicious memes, including photos of babies with their heads exploded, as a way to make fun of my son's murder.

If you don't know what it is they are talking about, they are mocking this:

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

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

The attack also triggered labour.

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

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die... but the FBI is still looking into it, now almost 14 years later.

The FBI, believes those people were out of state relatives, from Connecticut and Phoenix AZ (I'm not sure why they think Connecticut and PhAZ), but the FBI believes they are relatives of my church's Relief Society President, because in 2017 (4 years later) the FBI found the 4 door white pickup truck, hiding her garage... ON MY STREET, 7 houses from my driveway - she's one of my neighbours. So the FBI, knows there is a connection to the church, and my son's murder...

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

What sort of vile disgusting person do you have to be to make a post like this joking about a baby being murdered?

And some of them are local, VERY local, living in Biddeford Maine where they have taken to offline harassment of leaving headless baby dolls in my yard, both in my driveway in old Orchard Beach and at my dad's apartment in Biddeford.

Additionally, 7 of these Reddit users have created (that I've found so far) 33 Reddit accounts that directly impersonate me, while posting gibberish about aliens and UFO to try to make it look like I am an idiot who believes in aliens, while likewise posting lies claiming I am in Stephen King movies, while likewise claiming my car is haunted.

Additionally they have been using these impersonation accounts to make it look like I claim to be transgender, claim to be a eunace, claim to be a man whose penis was cut off, and dozen of other slanderous slurs.

The ISPN being used on these accounts: comes from the MacArthur Library in Biddeford, an abutting neighbour next door to me at my 146 Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach, 2 different streets crossing the road my dad's apartment is on in Biddeford, the Ross Rd in Old Orchard, and the Old Orchard Beach Library... these Reddit users and not just internet trolls... they are locals, who so very local, their internet service providers are less then fifteen feet away from where I am sitting, right now, while I type this.

I don't understand the mindset of harassing an author, especial the circlejerk subs here on Reddit who harass writers and try to pass it off as "just joking"... no, it's not a joke when they don't like a fic I wrote so they head to the circlejerk sub on Reddit to write horrible "memes" about the real world murder of my son. (Which has happened to me 3 times this week alone). No, that's not joking, no making fun of my baby being murdered and the FBI investigation that's been going on for 13 years now trying to find my son's murderer... no, writing bs about my son's real life murder on a circlejerk, and saying it's "just joking" because they was mad that I write a transgender character (their words) is just plane evil.

What kind of person, get's mad at a fictional transgender character, so hunts down the author's real family history, finds out her son was murdered 13 years ago, then heads to a circlejerk to mock her son's murder?

What sort of vile disgusting person do you have to be to make a post like this joking about a REAL baby who was REALLY murdered?

I don't understand why they did it, they did it 2 days ago. And day before that was another one, different person, and 3 days before that a 3rd person was the one who started the trend.

I don't understand why they think that sort of thing counts as "circle jerking", they really don't know what circle jerking is. Circle jerking is making funny stuff about fiction, circle jerking is not mean hateful stuff about an author's personal life, what the hell? Why are they doing it?

And... they've made wird attempts to "mimic" my spelling errors, but they get them VASTLY WRONG, because what they consider spelling errors, is fact a real world language, called Shaetlan Scotts English.

If you are unfamiliar with the language you find out more about it here:

• https://www.shetland.uhi.ac.uk/t4-media/one-web/uhi-shetland-images-and-documents/documents-/shaetlan/Shaetlan-Language-Plan-2022-Shaetlan.pdf 

• https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shetland_dialect 

• https://www.shetnews.co.uk/2025/10/15/shaetlan-receives-full-recognition-as-a-language/ 

• https://iso639-3.sil.org/code/scz

I am Scottish and ^^^THAT^^^ is my native language. I did not start learning American English until I was 37 years old.

MOST of the spelling errors you see on my site are not in fact errors of spelling, they are instead errors of me forgetting to type in American English and not realizing I typed the words in my native language instead.

So yes, they are spelling mistakes in my writing, but they are not gibberish. They ARE in fact real words.

So, you CAN tell that these fake Reddit accounts who impersonate me are not me, by the fact that, they type random ass gibberish spelling errors, vs, my REAL "spelling errors" are a real language. English is not my first language, and it is very difficult to remember to type in English. 

These fake impersonation accounts have shown up on Reddit, FaceBook, Twitch, and Twitter/X (that I know of, they may be elsewhere as well) and are easy to prove are not me by the fact that:

• the fake accounts use gibberish spelling errors (...the truth is that my real errors are me mixing up words and typing some words in my native Shaetlan Scotts, so, just check a Scotts to English dictionary)

My son was murdered, his head was bashed in with a golf club, and I do not appreciate vile disgusting ingrates mocking his murder, making mocking memes, being sent photos of headless babies, or blood soaked headless baby dolls hanging in the trees in my yard.

• the fake accounts claim to be an "alien abductee" (...the truth is that I am NOT an alien abductee, nor have I ever claimed to be... I have an Uncle who was a member of Heaven's Gate and due to this I have an EXTREME VEHEMENT HATRED of UFO nuts, alien believing freaks, MUFON, and all the rest of those nut job lunatics), 

My son was murdered, his head was bashed in with a golf club, and I do not appreciate vile disgusting ingrates mocking his murder by making up bull shit about aliens and ufos.

• the fake accounts call my car(s) haunted, and call my Dodge "The Goldeneagle" (...the truth is that I do not believe in ghosts, hauntings, and I don't call my Dodge anything other then "my Dodge")

My son was murdered, his head was bashed in with a golf club, and I do not appreciate vile disgusting ingrates mocking his murder by making up lies about my car.

• the fake accounts call me transgender (...the truth is that I am cis female)

My son was murdered, his head was bashed in with a golf club, and I do not appreciate vile disgusting ingrates mocking his murder by trying to connect it to your political bullshit.

• the fake accounts claim I am an actor in Stephen King movies (...the truth is that I am a Scottish Gypsy by ethnicity, and since my son's murder in 2013, more then thirty thousand Stephen King fans have shown up trespassing in my yard calling me "the REAL Gypsy Witch who inspired Stephen King's Thinner Gypsy witch" while also referencing "a late night TV interview Stephen King did shouting out your name and home address on live TV saying 'go visit the Gypsies of Saco, Maine yourself and see how they live"... these 30k trespassers have all claimed that it is Stephen King HIMSELF who doxxed me and sent his fans to my my address, while calling me "The Thinner Gypsy Witch"... I've never seen any such interview, so I can not verify if that's true or not, but every single one of them when I tell them to get the fuck off my land, they ALWAYS say "Stephen King told us it was alright to be here"... I have never claimed to be "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsy Witch" and that is NOT a thing I have ever claimed to be... it is a thing his fans call me, and I don't know why... I hate it, I hate his fans showing up in my yard, I hate having to daily call the police to drag his fucking fans out of my yard, I am so damned fed up Stephen King fans in my yard! I am so sick of those privileged racist white jackases calling me the hateful slur of "Gypsy Witch". I don't know Stephen King, and I don't know why in 1997 he spewed my name and home address on a TV interview while telling his fans to come visit me. Before his fans started showing up in my yard, I'd never even heard of him. And I'm NOT happy with him sending tens of thousands of his fans to trespass in my yard! And when I looked up Stephen King to find out who the fuck he was... he's a sick perverted writer of child porn, EVERY SINGLE ONE of his books contains glorified on page scenes of underage rape and I am ESPECIALLY DISGUSTED that anyone would DARE associate my name with anyone who writes filth like that! I don't want anyone who is fans of that degenerate kind of filth near me! HOW DARE YOU ASSOCIATE MY NAME WITH THAT KIND OF DISGUSTING PERVERTED FILTH! I hope every one of you who ever dared try associate my name with Stephen King burns in fucking Hell where you belong!) 

My son was murdered, his head was bashed in with a golf club, and I do not appreciate vile disgusting ingrates mocking his murder by connecting me to a vile writer of paedophile fiction.

• the fake accounts make wild claims about "being gangstalked by the FBI" (...the truth is that my son was murdered and there is an active murder investigation)

My son was murdered, his head was bashed in with a golf club, and I do not appreciate vile disgusting ingrates mocking his murder or the FBI's investigation into his murder by making up conspiracy filled bull shit about the FBI.

...the FBI agents in charge of my son's murder investigation, believe that the people making these impersonation accounts are the friends and family of my son's murderer, doing so to attempt to "make me look crazy" to try to make people say "look she's crazy" whenever I mention the FBI investigation.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, INCLUDING if you encounter any of these impersonation accounts on Reddit, FaceBook, Twitch, Twitter, or anywhere else, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Yes, this DOES mean:

1. If you encounter ANY ONE on Reddit, YouTube, Spotify, Twitch, Twitter, FaceBook, or any place else claiming that I am an alien abductee:  please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 and tell him, because chances are very high, that user is personal friend or family of my son's murderer

1. If you encounter ANY ONE on Reddit, YouTube, Spotify, Twitch, Twitter, FaceBook, or any place else claiming that my car is haunted or calling my car "The Goldeneagle": please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 and tell him, because chances are very high, that user is personal friend or family of my son's murderer

1. If you encounter ANY ONE on Reddit, YouTube, Spotify, Twitch, Twitter, FaceBook, or any place else claiming that I am being gangstalked by the FBI:  please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 and tell him, because chances are very high, that user is personal friend or family of my son's murderer

1. If you encounter ANY ONE on Reddit, YouTube, Spotify, Twitch, Twitter, FaceBook, or any place else claiming that I am transgender:  please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 and tell him, because chances are very high, that user is personal friend or family of my son's murderer

1. If you encounter ANY ONE on Reddit, YouTube, Spotify, Twitch, Twitter, FaceBook, or any place else claiming that I am an actor or that I'm in Stephen King movie or have connection to Stephen King:  please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 and tell him, because chances are very high, that user is personal friend or family of my son's murderer

EVERYONE who tells you I have any connection to aliens, UFOs, ghosts, demons, or fucking Stephen King is lying to you...and ALL of those bull shit lies about me started the week following my son's murder, making it glaringly obvious that my son's murderer is the one behind every single damned fucking one of those rumors.

• because NO ONE OTHER then my son's murderer and has any motive to try to impede my son's murder investigation... and impeding my son's murder investigation, IS the motive, these impersonators have for spreading these malicious, gossiping, slanderous, lies trying to gaslight people into believe I have any connection to aliens, Stephen King, or any of that other bullshit.

And while we are on the topic of spelling errors...

Wendy Christine Allen, June 2015, CosPlaying the Pink Necromancer, in an early attempt to sit up and try walking, after becoming paralized. Yes, I am aware there are a lot of spelling errors on this site. But are YOU aware that I am a wheelchair bound quadriplegia (paralyzed arms and legs) and don't have the ability to quickly, easily, or perfectly type like you do, and that that is why there are so many spelling errors? I am also legally blind and can not see most of the errors, no, not even with a spell checker software, because I can not see the spell checker's suggestions either. No, messaging me a dozen times every day, is not going to inspire me to correct them, but it did inspire me to add this note on why I will not be correcting them... No, I likely will not be fixing most of them. I have been quadriplegia/paralyzed arms and legs since November 14, 2013; As of 2026, I have regained use of two fully functional fingers on my right hand, and only stiff limited movement of all remained eight fingers. This causes most of the typos and spelling errors as my near-dead pinky and ring fingers tend to drag over the other letters on the keyboard. Attempts to correct errors, often causes more errors for the same reason. Much of my writing is also speech to text, but I have "profound low functioning, non-verbal kanner's syndrome aka autism aka the rainman type" (that is what the medical diagnosis called it), I have the medically diagnosed retarded type of autism, that medical doctors mean when they say "real and actual autism", I do not have the cool trend self diagnoses tiktok type of "autism". What this means is, in spite of five decades of trying, I have very limited vocal speaking abilities and a lower then average vocabulary, that leaves my speaking ability around the level of a 4 or 5 year old child. For detailed info on what it was like growing up with Autism and how it impacts my writing, you want this page. I think I fall into some sort of category of "too stupid to know medical stuff" because I only heard about the term "self diagnosis" recently and from tiktok, maybe a year ago. What I mean is I never heard of autism until my doctor said I had it, so it never would have occured to me to think I had it. But also, I had never heard of MS before I was diagnosed with that as well. I never heard of cancer until my grandmother died from it. I just don't know medical terms or medical symptoms and I'm always left wondering how it is others find out about such things to end up thinking "Hmmm, maybe I have that?" Because I only ever find out the names of disorders and diseases after my doctor tells me "ZSo we tested for this, this, and this..." and I only find out about symptom types after my doctor says "So, this is a symptom and that is a symptom..." I have spent my whole life being told by every adult, including my parents, that I was "retarded" and "too stupid to live" and even now in my fifties people on my street don't use my name, they just yell out "Hey Retard!" like "Retard" is my name. no, my name is Wendy, but it has been over twenty years since anyone has called me Wendy. But my doctors tell me that "being retarded" and "being stupid" having an abnormally low IQ, like the way people call me is the single most prevalent, primary symptom of Autism. They tell me, that being mute/non-verbal/near mute/low verbal, is the 2nd most common/prevalent symptom. They said low motor skills like not being able to feed myself or bath myself or having to wear adult diapers is the 3rd most prevalent symptom of Autism. They said because I have all 3 problems, adults around me should have known to taken me to a doctor to find out about what was wrong with me. Contex, I was 31 years old first time I ever went to a doctor. I did not know doctors existed prior to that because I had never heard of doctors before. I had never gone to school, and wanted to go to school, so at 31 I started sneaking out at night and walked around looking for where a school might be and found the OOB High School not far away and they signed me up for adult education classes so I got my GED a few months later, and nearby there was also a college and I started sneaking out at night to go to classes at the college, and after about 4 or 5 months of that the college realized I had not given them medical records and said I had to give them my vaccination records, but I had never heard of those words before so I did not know what medical records or vaccinations were, and that is when they found out I had never been to a doctor and had not ever had any vaccinations, so the college sent me to a doctor to get vaccinations so I could continue school, and that is when they brought in social workers and doctors, and psychiatrists to find out how I could be in my thirties and not know such things, and this is in turn what lead to my Autism diagnosis. I was 31 when I was diagnosed with "profound low functioning, non-verbal kanner's syndrome aka autism aka the rainman type" (that is what the medical diagnosis calls it in my medical records). And then when I was 37, a different doctor wrote next to what the first doctor wrote, so after "profound low functioning, non-verbal kanner's syndrome aka autism aka the rainman type" it now also says "Non-Verbal Low Functioning Autistic Savant". But, yeah, I always wonder when I see or hear people say "self-diagnosed" how that is even possible? Like, if they are smart enough to self-diagnose, doesn't that make them too smart to have Autism? That always confuses me because my doctor says having server low IQ like mine is the top #1 symptom of Autism, so by that logic, someone smart enough to self-diagnose, couldn't have Autism, could they, because doesn't being smart enough to self-diagnoses mean they are too smart to have autism and contradict that symptom of autism not being smart? I don't know. I don't know enough about medical stuff to know how all that sort of thing works. I just know I always get very confused when someone says they self-diagnosed and I am always left asking, how did they find out about things like autism and symptoms to think they might have it? It is just all very too much confusing for me to try to understand it so I end up not thinking about it at all. But, anyways, yeah... I am not self-diagnosed. It would be easier if I had the cool trendy TikTok type of autism, that let's the TikTok Autistis dance amd since, and yell and shout, and jump around... but I have the medical type of real world Autism, not the trendy TikTok type; so, no I am not able to bounce around like a whore shaking my ass and boobs for a camera while screaming "Autism Pride Bitches!" like the people with TikTok style Autism do. As someone with medical Autism, I wear aduilt diapers, can not bath myself, canot easily feed myself because I can not use forks, my fingers have never had the dexterity required to pick up forks and such, even before I became crippled. I don't know what type of Autism the TikTok Autistics have, because it certainly isn't in any of the medical books. Medical journals say nothing about hobbies, quirks, shyness, or anxiety being symptoms of autism... because, oh, right... hobbies, quirks, shyness, and anxiety are NOT symptoms of autism, they are symptons of many other things like Aspergers, but they are not symptoms of Autism. Sorry if that bursts your bubble, but mayby you should get off social media, stop being a me to iguna, and try reading an actual real medical journal... you might even even learn WHY you can not convince your doctor to diagnose you with Autism. I am 51 and diagnosed with "profound low functioning, non-verbal kanner's syndrome aka autism aka the rainman type" (that is what the medical diagnosis calls it in my medical records). And while I CAN speak, it is like, say you have a lamp with a broken wire so sometimes it comes on, but most times it doesn't, and you have to move the wires a bunch to get them to connect before the light comes on... my ability to speak is like that. I don't how else to describe it. It's like I've got a lose wire between my brain and my mouth and I can't get it to connect. I know what I want to say, my brain is telling my mouth to say it, but my mouth is just sitting there refusing to say anything. It is so frustrating on so many levels. I have spent my whole life being bullies and called stupid and retard. That's who most locals around the neighborhood great me "Hey Retard!" like it's my name. No my name is Wendy, stop calling me "Hey Retard!" I don't like it. But at the same time I can't get my mouth to say that even though I can think it. And I grew up with adults like that too, my parents constantly call me that, ever since I was 8 years old, and they still do, now in my 50s, and that is why locals on my street think it's okay, because my parents do it! But, my parents also think it is okay to call Black people "chimpanzees" and "gorillas", and the localsof Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine think that's okay to. I find them saying such things about Black people to be highly offensive, and when I tell them this they say "What would you know, you're just a retard." I do wonder... how much of the backhoe driving over my house... was done because locals thought me to be "just a retard"? Adults around me are so convinced that because I am mute, I also must have no ability to think or function. And because of this I was not allowed to go to school. They pulled me out of school when I was 8. I was 31 years old when I finally got fed up with no one letting me do anything, and started sneaking out at night to attend Adult Education classes. I got my GED 3 months later. Then I got a car and a driver's license and I started driving 2 hours every day to the nearest college. Now at 51 years old, I've proved them wrong, time and time again... being low functioning, non-verbal, profoundly autistic most certainly DOES NOT = mentally retarded. But does that matter to them? NO! They STILL sling that horrible word at me every day, all because I am non-verbal! We who have "profound autism", the low functioning and none verbal type... we may be silent, we may struggle, but rest assured we CAN hear every word people say and we CAN understand what they say to us, AND what they say about us in front of us, to their adult friends when they laugh and giggle and call us retarded or too stupid to understand the cruel hateful things said. Just because we can not speak and struggle to feed ourselves or bath ourselves, does not me we can not think or understand... it simply means we are trapped in a body that is not responding properly. But we CAN understand the the mocking, the down talk, the belittling, the bullying, the teasing... we just can't respond to it. Do not let that stop you from writing. Technology for that exists. I know, because I use it. I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically. Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet. Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column. Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics. In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well. Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all. My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since. But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers. I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with. Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that. Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method. I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it. My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk. Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers. I also, was raised by a Shetland Scottish Grandmother (Helen Ricker Allen) until her death when I was 8 years old, and she did not speak American, she spoke Shetland/Scottish, Shetlandic, which is a Nordic language, different from Scotts Language, not related to Gaelic which is what many Scottish speak, and while classified as a type of Scottish English is is considered "Olde medieval Norse" dialect of Scottish English and spoken by fewer then two thousand people as of 2026. It is the language of Scottish Travelling Gypsies, which is what we racial are. I speak and write in Shetlandic Scottish English Gypsy Cant. That is my native language. I attempt to write this site in American English, but I am not well versed in proper American English, which causes many of the spelling errors, typos, and word meaning mixups. Because American English is not my native language I often do not notice or realize there are errors. I was 21 years old when I started this website in 1996. At the time I had no clue the existance of Americans or American English, as I had never heard of either, due to being raised in a "gated community" type farm that was fully off grid. In the old days of the 1996 internet, there was only a couple thousand people on the planet who used the internet and it was possible to know and talk to daily, every single one of them. My earliest encounteres with Americans were through Yahoo Messanger in 1997. Wendy Christine Allen 2015, CosPlaying Quaraun... not seen in this photo, is a crew around me... I am leaning heavily on the cane, while cameramen are adjusting me costume, and trying to do so fast enough before I fall over. Huge amounts of effort go into putting poles and rods inside my costumes to allow me to "appear" to be standing on my own... this is the only way to get photos of my cosplay costumes without the wheelchair or me sitting down. And people online, often see this stages CosPlay photos and do not realize I am quadriplegic or in a wheelchair. I was 31 years old first time I ever heard American English, and only started to learn American English at 42 years old. Right now in 2026 at 51 years old, I am able to speak American English on around the level of an 8 year old child, and greatly do not understand over 90% of American words, American slang, and American media references. What this means is, OFTEN words you think are spellt wrong (like color vs colour, or traveling vs travelling, are in fact NOT spelt wrong, because I use Scottish spellings) and often when I hear an American word, I spell it phonetically because I do not know the correct American spelling. Likewise we Scottish do not have words like my or your, and so say me and you, in places where Americans would say my and your.  I also use Scottish word meanings, not American word meanings, for example Unicorn means a blood thirsty flesh-eating shapeshifting sea creature that comes on land and pretends to be a wounded horse to lure in humans to eat, it can only be captured by a virgin. But when I say Unicorn, a word I frequently use, because I write Unicorn folkloric short stories... I find that most Americans connect Unicorns to children's cartoons, gay pride, or swinging sex lives... I struggle to understand who in their right mind thought the most bloodthirsty monster of Scotland folklore was good fodder for children's cartoons or "sex positive" mascots, me thinks Americans need to brush up on the lore of Unicorns using their horns as sword to stabbed people's eyes out, while gallopping through swamps with rows of bloody Human heads hanging from their backs via braids made of Human entrails... really, why did Americans thinks a monster like a Unicorn was fit for children's cartoons or sex positivity? Americans is weird. All this to say... speech to text software, struggles badly with my thick Shetland accent, my slurred Autism speech impediment, and causes additional misspellings and typos because it can not figure out what words I am trying to say. Wendy Christine Allen, May 23, 2026, standing on my own, without a cane, without rods and stands inside my dresses to hold me up for a staged photo... me no longer needing to wear floor sweeping dresses to hide the leg braces and support beams used in photos from 2013 to 2024... this 2026 showing my progression... I can now stand up on my own, for the first time in thirteen years, for a few minutes, with the help of my wheelchair, which is also seen here. And while I could take the time time to run all of it through a spell checker, that does require better hand mobility then I have, to copy the text from one program to the next and manually click each word, with finger mobility that I simply do not have, but also, most of my time is spent in trying to relearn to walk, and if you are local, you've probably seen this as I'm a stubborn bitch who refused to accept the doctor diagnosis that I will never walk again, so, I walk around the block every day pushing my wheelchair, refusing to sit in my wheelchair, and... ...it's taking me 13 years to do it, but, I'm not actually able to stand up and make it all the way around the block now, and my focus on trying to relearn to walk is far more important to me, then catering to your pampered arse by fixing spelling errors, when there are far bigger problems to worry about in life, the spelling errors made by a quadriplegic who is typing this with her only two functioning fingers. Also, in recent years, I've watched the internet devolve into a mindless clusterfuck of ChatGPT written everything. Everyone sounds the same online these days, because no writes their own work anymore. Every website out there has become a carbon copy of each other, because they are all be written by ChatGPT now. I think ChatGPT makes a funny thing to chat with in your spare time, so you can laugh at the hilarity of how inaccurate it's responses are... but I am horrified that people are using AI for serious writing, writing they publish and try to pass off as their own. We live in a society where people people are forgetting how write. Heck I can read and write cursive, calligraphy, italic, short hand, and editor's marks, also edit my books by hand diagraming every sentence, and that... start walking around your neighbourhood and ask anyone under 30 if they sentence diagraming IS, let alone how to do it. So yes, I CAN spell check, and no I don't, for anything but my novels and short story collections, I spell check when it matters... and this is a website, not a printed book... but also, I am just getting so damn fucking fed up with endless AI writing online, so, no, I'm not going to fix errors and typos on my website, and you can bitch about that all you want (yes, I do get your messages, I just don't answer anyone in private) but, honey, maybe instead of bitching over my spelling errors, be thankful is still at least one website on the internet that still being written by a Human now in 2026 when ChatGPT writes over 70% of all posts online. Updated to add... Since writing the previous part a reader wanted to know, if I am still using (for my fiction works) the old editing methods I used to use, and if so, how long do I edit, how much do I edit, when do I know when to stop editing before it's ready to publish. No. I don't use the old method. Yes, I have left all my articles about it still here on my website, but, those articles are over twenty years old now and I've not used those methods for editing, since 2013. I don't worry about it. I know that's going to upset the people who say to revise and edit through a dozen drafts, and I used to do that; years ago I had a system of seven different types of edits, that ended up with 7 to 10 or more drafts per story; but, life happened, my son was murdered, I ended up in a wheelchair, and my priorities got reset. Today, I no longer worry about things that are "not important to real life" (aka if it doesn't lead to information useful to the FBI's investigation of my son's murder or my relearning walk, I don't view it as a priority I need to worry about.) And this in turn lead to, editing and revising, rewriting, those are all things I no longer see as important and I don't do them any more. My method now is vastly different from the advice I used to give of edit, rewrite, edit some more, rewrite again. Those long edits I used to do? That was before I became crippled. I'm crippled to the pint that I'm lucky I'm even finishing drafts at all. It's really hard to type with 1 hand using only 1 thumb and 2 fingers, while also having a shoulder and elbow that don't bend fully. Moving my arm at all is excrusiatingly painful. My method now is: write it, within 15 minutes of finishing writing the draft, I run it through a spelling and grammar checker (I use ProWritingAid), soon as that's done format it, soon as that's done publish it. So, in under 4 hours of finishing the 1st draft, it's published. That's my method now. My logic for this? Life's too short to waste it worrying about perfecting a fictional story that 99.99% of readers aren't going to care about anyways. And because you don't often get to see it online, here's the wheelchair: Looking to find out more about my son's murder and how I became crippled, that information is on these pages: How did the FBI get involved? Never Forget my son was murdered Do you know who this woman is? And no 146 Portland Ave is not for sale. Thoughts on Reborn Therapy Dolls After My Son's Murder Why I Write (Some Thoughts on Living With Autism) and a look at the history of 144 and 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine

Yes, I am aware no one online knew I was a wheelchair user - its because I don't feel a need to talk about my disabilities. and yes, know, no one online knew I was mute, because again, I don't talk about my disabilities. And yes, I know, no one online knew I was born blind, because again, I feel no need to talk about it.

So why talk about it now?

Because, there is someone LOCAL, offline, going around old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine, CLAIMING to be me, someone, who is NOT in a wheelchair, NOT mute, and NOT blind, and most people THOUGH she was me, because most people were unaware I was in a wheelchair, mute, and blind.

And in May 2025, she showed at the house of someone who really does know me, and knew she wasn't me, and alerted me to what was going on. If a woman who is capable of walking, capable of speaking, or capable of seeing, shows up at your house claiming to be me - call your local police, because she is NOT me. She's also, I'm told claiming to be "EelKat". I am NOT EelKat. EelKat is a fictional character from my novels - she is a talking space cat from Planet Ptarmagin, who travels the galaxy collecting space eels.

I NEVER call myself EelKat.

I am and WENDY.

I also never call my homeless friend ETIOLE, and I never call my car The GOLDENEAGLE.

Etiole, is another fictional character from my novels, he is a silverskinned merman, and his title is Captain Goldeneagle, as he is the a pilot of EelKat's starship. I write novels and this person, whoever it is, seems to not be able to tell the difference between fictional novels and reality.

Whoever this is who is going around pretending to be me, clearly does not know me, otherwise they would know I'm in a wheelchair, am mute, and am blind, AND they would know I am not EelKat, my friend is not Etiole, and my car is not the Goldeneagle.

I find it deeply concerning that someone is doing this. I don't long it's been happening, as I've not had contact with ANYONE -not friends, not family, no one, since 2013, when my son was murdered, the same day I was crippled and paralized from a broken spine - and I've spent the 11 years since relearning to walk. I'm only just starting to stand up and move around again the past couple of months, and I'm finding out that in those 11 years while I was paralized, and also NO online either, someone has been working over time in creating hundreds of online accounts with various versions of "eelkat" (eeelkat, eiikat, realeelkat, ect) and claiming to be me, claiming to be an alien abductee, claiming my car is haunted, claiming my homeless friend is an alien... all things I neither claim nor believe, and NOW I'm finding out, not only have they been impersonating me online with this massive slander campaign, now I'm finding out, they've been doing it locally offline too.

The FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation, says he believes it's the woman who murdered my son, and/or her friends or relatives doing it.

I have no clue. But I'm not happy one bit to find out someone has been doing these things while I've been spending the last 11 years recovering from a broken spine.

As there seems to be quite a few people claiming that someone talked to them, while claiming to be representing me and speaking on my behalf, I will say it again:

TRUST NO ONE who claims to be my representative: NO ONE.

ESPECALLY NOT my parents or Ben or anyone calling themselves an Atwater.

I NEVER have a "go between".

I do EVERYTHING face to face in person.

If you did NOT talk to ME IN PERSON FACE TO FACE, you did NOT get my permission for ANYTHING.

There is NO representative or agaent or any other type of person who "speaks for me" or "speaks on my behalf" and ANYONE telling you they are such a person is a SCAM ARTIST who is pulling a scam on you!

There has NEVER been such a person EVER in my entire life!

Whomever it is you are talking to who is telling you they represent me: THEY ARE LYING TO YOU AND YOU HAVE BEEN DECIEVED BY THEM! Report them to the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder.

And as one person said Ben is going around saying he is such a person... NO, he is NOT!

Ben is a gay hating prick who DOES NOT speak on my behalf. He has an extreme toxic hatred for the gay character of my novels and a nasty habit of going behind my back, to work up his fellow gay-haters into frenzies, which result in vandalism of my yard and harassment of my family. INCLUDING - he is the FBI's 3 primary suspect for being the one who hired the backhoe driver who drove over my house, for being the one who told the gold club woman where I would be the night she murdered HIS 8 month old infant son and crippled his WIFE, me.

There is evidence, which came forward in 2025, that suggests Ben is the one who hired the backhoe driver to drive over our house, BECAUSE we had just finished building a baby room on the back, and he, Ben, didn't want the baby, so hired the backhoe to destroy the house and erase evidence that he had a son.

There is evidence, that Ben was involved in the golf club woman as well.

In fact there's a LOT of evidence, that Ben has been paying a LOT of people, to do a lot of the vandalism and harassment.

There is a LOT of evidence that Ben is working very hard to erase all evidence that he ever had a son, and is going out of his way to gaslight everyone around me, to try to make them forget I had a son.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is going around behind my back, trying to sell my land.

There is a lot of evidence that the part of my land that was cut off, STOLEN, and sold to Don Cooliard, was actually done by Ben.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is the one going around telling people my Dodge is haunted.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is the one starting and spreading the rumours of Etiole being an alien and demon.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is the one starting and spreading the Stephen King rumours.

There is a lot of evidence, that Ben is the one doing everything.

In June 2024, I drove to a state park, one I'd never been to before. It's not where I was going. I happened to see it as I was driving by to somewhere else. It was free to go in, so I figured it'd be a good place to stop, let my dog get a drink, and walk around for a few minutes to pee, before continuing on our drive. In that park is a waterfall. I took a picture of my dog by the waterfall, and sent it to Ben. No text, no words, nothing to say where we were. It took 20 minutes to walk from the parking lot to the waterfall. And another 20 minutes to get back to the car after taking the picture and sending it to Ben. By the time I got to my car, the blond golf club woman was there sitting beside my car, waiting for me. No one but Ben knew I was there.

In November 2024, I mentioned in a text, the name of some very obscure politician, asking Ben if he knew who that was. In less then ten minutes, and entire gangs of strangers showed up, surrounded by Dad's apartment, pounding on the windows, chanting that politician's name. 

May 2025. I send Ben a text, ask him, if he can drive me to WalMart, as I was hurting to much to drive. He asked why. My response: "To buy fabric for a costume for PortCon." It takes Ben 30 minutes to get here, I walk my dog before I leave, less then 5 minutes have passed since I texted Ben. When I get down by the road with my dog, woman is standing in my driveway yelling: "I hear your going to PortCon this year, bitch! You better not go to PortCon this year, bitch!" The text to Ben, was the first and only time I had mentioned PortCon to anyone in over a year, because I had previously said I would not be going in 2025.

November 14, 2013: I had declared, weeks prior, to everyone, I would not be attending Phi Theta Cappa, because Ben would not allow it, as it was on a Sunday. Fifteen minutes before it started, I got in the car and drove to the college. I told only 3 people: Ben, my father, and my mother who was living with Wayne at the time. No one else knew I was gonna be there. The golf club woman was waiting for me. She paralized me and murdered my son.

And now 11 years later, I'm finding out, Ben has been telling people that my injuries were caused by falling on the ice in Biddeford, in February, months after the injury actually occurred. Why? Why is he doing that? Why is he lying about how I got injured?

I've also found out, that nearly every injury I've ever had...Ben tells his friend that it's my father who has those injuries. Why? Why is he doing that?

Ben keeps my wheelchair locked in his attaic so I rarely have access to using it. I've now found out, he's been telling people it's my father's wheelchair. But, my father's never had a wheelchair.

Pictures of my meals, food I have cooked, keep showing up online, Ben in the only person who has access to taking those pictures.

In 2014 and 2015, while I was paralized, my arms and my legs, someone hacked several of my social media accounts, most notably KBoards and Twitter. On KBoards they went through my posting history and rewrote everything into wild rambling gibberish about aliens, ufos, and demons... my posts were articles of how to write Gay Romance novels, Monster Porn novels, and self publish them on Amazon KDP... and suddenly all my articles were gone and replaced with crazy conspiracy theory shit, that had nothing to do with writing novels or self publishing at all. And it was not until 2015 that I found out about it and contacted KBoards and they locked the account and removed those posts on my request.

While over on Twitter, bizarre posts showed up: notably a LOT of posts mentioning the names of people I never heard of and to this day I still have no clue who they are. I found out about the Twitter hack in 2016, when the person named showed up... a threatened to kill me with what he called his "gopher gun", which appeared to be an old style sawed off shot gun, he was waving it over his head.

We never did find out who hacked my KBoards and Twitter accounts, but there was a lot of evidence to it being Ben. The ISPN came from the Biddeford MacArthur Library, so one did it from a local public access computer.

And, prior to April 2025, I have not had contact with my mother in over TWO DECADES.

Ben IS the high priest. And he is the ONLY ONE who knew where I was when the golf club woman returned to attack yet again July 2024, 2 weeks ago. Do NOT trust him. 

Do NOT trust Ben. He has been the biggest proponent in attempts to shut down the FBI murder investigate, including he is behind attempts to shut down this very website you are reading right now.

He lies to people telling them I am not his wife, something I have been since August 13, 1987. (I was born in 1975. He was born in 1949. You do the math. THAT is why he lies about having a wife.)

He tells people he has no son.

He tells people I was never pregnant.

In spite of his paying all my hospital bills with cash, he tells people I am not bedridden.

He tells people the FBI investigation is about the 10 cats the police confiscated from my mother.

He tells people the ten cats were mine.

The cats were my mother's, not mine.

The cat investigation was my mother, not me.

The cat investigation was the local police, not the FBI.

The FBI investigation was already going for several years before the cats even existed.

He lies a LOT.

An important thing to note here, is while USUALLY Ben denies there was ever a baby at all... SOMETIMES... this is the important part, the part that makes the FBI believe Ben hired the backhoe driver, and the golf club woman:

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that fallen angel Etiole was."

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that alien grey Etiole was."

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that Satan's demon Etiole was."

I'll explain why that's significant in a minute.

He's been caught in a lot of lies now, to a lot of people, about a lot of things. In fact, it's starting tolook like he's NEVER told to truth to ANYONE about ANYTHING, ever.

And chances are high, if Ben is the one telling you he speaks on my behalf, that EVERYTHING he gave you permission to do: you are doing ILLEGALLY and WITHOUT my prior knowledge or permission. AND you are likely being used by Ben as a pawn to bury evidence of his son's murder.

If Ben is telling you, you have my permission to do something: know that the permission he gave you, DID NOT come from me, and you just got yourself on the FBI's suspect list, for being involved in the ongoing anti-gay harassment of my family which resulted in my son's murder.

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I’ve always been very vocal about my beliefs and boy does that piss a lot of people off, but, hell, I’m not going to change how I feel just to gain a few extra views.

My writing has always been controversial, because my main character is a trans man (born female, lives as a male) and I started the series in 1978, it celebrates its 50th anniversary in 2028, 4 years from now. But weirdly, it remained largely ignored by LGBTQ haters, until 2013, just 11 years ago, when a local pastor found out I not only wrote gay romance, but with a trans main character.

And now the last few months because trans topics are in the news lately, I’m suddenly getting hate from family, including my husband.

My husband, whom I’ve been with since 1987, and and who was fully aware I wrote gay romance, a thing I had been doing over a decade before I met him, has suddenly after three decades of being okay with what I wrote, suddenly has been screaming and yelling and flinging ultimatums around demanding I stop writing a series I have been writing for nearly five decades, because as he puts it, it’s an embarrassment to him, his friends, his family, and his church… oddly the friends he’s referring to are people he met at a Trump MAGA rally less than a year ago, and he’s threatening divorce just to keep up appearances with a “god hates fag’s” group he’s started going to protests with.

What the hell?

You DO realize that it is HIS OWN SON who was murdered by a gang of fucking “God Hates Fags” jackasses who mistook me for being male to female transgender while I was 8 months pregnant, right?

And now he’s joined forces with the VERY SAME FUCKING GROUP that murdered his son?

His 8 month old infant son was MURDERED , his head bashed in with a golf club— while they were screaming that I was a gay Erotica write, something that anyone who has ever ACTUALLY READ my books, is fully aware I am not — I’ve never written a sex scene in my life — and yet he himself now calls my books gay Erotica, my own Husband who has hundreds of paperback copies of my books laying around everywhere, he could pick them up and read them himself… but no, he’d rather LIE about what I write, to show off to his fucking gay hating friends…

One friend in particular - one friend who Ben was with November 14, 2013, whom Ben was with April 10, 2015, and whom Ben was with 2 weeks ago, when Claire showed up again... it is VERY CLEAR that that friend, is a friend of Claire's, and ANYTHING you tell Ben, goes straight to Claire...the golf club woman who murdered his son.

His 8 month old infant son was MURDERED , his head bashed in with a golf club-by members of the very same vile, scum bag hate group, that he is now proudly a member of.

Trust NOTHING Ben says, because he's a fucking backstabbing traitor, who will do anything to cover up all evidence of his own son's murder, and I do not know why.

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Some points to consider:

-Ben is a UFOlogist; I know nothing about UFOs

-the UFO rumours are being started by Ben and his friends Rick, Larry, and Dave - the FBI has found plenty of evidance of this, including that it is Ben and his friends whom have been posting the UFO bullshit about me online.

-Ben believes in aliens; I do not

-the alien rumours are being started by Ben and his friends Rick, Larry, and Dave - the FBI has found plenty of evidance of this, including that it is Ben and his friends whom have been posting the alien bullshit about me online.

-Ben calls Etiole an alien and a demon; I do not

-Ben has forced me to have DNA tests done to prove that I am not a demon; Ben, his friends, and several of my Atwater uncles, all fully believe I am not a Human, claim I was changed by a Demon, claim the Human child was stolen and replaced with a demon, and claim, that the DNA company who did the DNA testing they forced me to have in 2019, was working for Satan and tampered with the DNA test results; Ben, his friends Rick, Dave, and Larry, and several of my Atwater uncles are very that the DNA test results showed, that not only am I Human, but also, I'm far more BLACK then I am white... this would be due to my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater who was 50% Native American and 50% Black - he mother was a prostitute in Portland, Maine in the late 1880s to 1920s, and her father was a Black man from Hati. He is NOT the man the Atwaters list as her father. The man the Atwaters list as Eva's father, was in fact her older sister's father, and is only Eva's step-father, he is not her biological father. The Black man from Hati is Eva's biological father. We do not know his name because the Atwaters, destroyed all documents related to him. In any case, Ben forced me to be DNA tested in 2019 because he wanted to prove to the Sanford Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints, that I was a DEMON and the DNA test results proved I was a Human instead, and since 2021, Ben, his friends Rick, Larry, and Dave, along with several of my Atwater uncles - have taken to massive levels of slandering me and the homeless friend who I let live in my 1964 Dodge 330, Demons, while raving that the DNA company tampered with results.

-Ben believes in demons; I do not

-Ben believes my car is haunted; I do not

-Ben went to school with Stephen King in 1968; I did not, I was not born yet in 1968

-Ben knows Stephen King, they went to Southern Maine University together in 1968 a full decade before I was even born; I have never met Stephen King, though one of my uncles and 23 of my cousins are in fact the squaters in Bangor that are constantly on the news about how Stephen King is dealing with a group of deranged squaters - those squarters who keep landing in Stephen King's yard - those would be the same same Atwater uncles who call my car haunted, claim I am a demon, claim my homeless friend is  an alien, and are friends with Ben, and forced me to have the DNA testing - THEY are the ones obsessed with Stephen King and spreading rumors about my car being connected to Stephen King

-Ben and Stephen King went to Southern Maine University together in 1968

I went to Southern Maine Community College in 2013; not the same college at all

-Ben is obsessed with Stephen King; I am not

-Ben watches all of Stephen King's movies; I have never seen a Stephen King movie

-Ben is a cryptozoologist; I know nothing about cryptids

99.99% of the stuff that people attribute to me, is stuff that BEN does and believes, and stuff that I do NOT do and do NOT believe

-there is considerable evidence that the person attributing those things to me, IS in fact Ben himself

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

TRUST NO ONE who claims to be my representative: NO ONE.

ESPECALLY NOT my parents or Ben or anyone calling themselves an Atwater.

I NEVER have a "go between".

I do EVERYTHING face to face in person.

If you did NOT talk to ME IN PERSON FACE TO FACE, you did NOT get my permission for ANYTHING.

I NEVER wear pants. I ALWAYS wear antique mumu and kimono that my grandmother gave me.
I always wear a scarf, veil, or hijab

I am crippled, I ALWAYS have a cane, walker, rollator, or wheelchair; I can not walk or run.

I am MUTE. You CAN NOT talk to me, you have to WAIT for me to WRITE MY RESPONCE on a notebook.

I am legally blind... I always wear dark glassed to block out light, because my eyes are hyper sensitive to light; when you talk to me I look at YOUR VOICE not your face, because I am BLIND and I can not see your face.

These people you say you are talking to? It is VERY EASY to prove they are not me, both in how I dress, and by my physical deformities, and my physical disabilities.

There is NO representative or agent or any other type of person who "speaks for me" or "speaks on my behalf" and ANYONE telling you they are such a person is a SCAM ARTIST who is pulling a scam on you!

There has NEVER been such a person EVER in my entire life!

Whomever it is you are talking to who is telling you they represent me: THEY ARE LYING TO YOU AND YOU HAVE BEEN DECIEVED BY THEM! Report them to the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder.

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I wonder if the verification will help end the fake scammer accounts? I've been having a problem with someone pretending to be me, and publishing nonfiction books (I don't write nonfiction) about really bad topics (like outright terrorism stuff - how to build bombs and things, really bad stuff), and then going on social media, and trying to pass the books off as mine, right down to listing my home address, posting photos of me and my family and my car, etc. FBI is involved, and found out the ISBN of the accounts is only 14 miles away from me so it's someone local doing it, and FaceBook was able to shut down the fake FB accounts via me submitting driver's lisence and birth certificate to FB to verify my account real, but it's not been so easy to get the fake accounts off places like Amazon.

I have been petitioning places like Amazon and Reddit and FaceBook to put ID verification in place, and all 3 are now doing it. Hopefully this verification system will help with that. It's been worse on Reddit too. FBI has found 33 different Reddit accounts pretending to be me, and 27 different FB accounts pretending to be me. Similar numbers on other places. Most are spreading wild rumors about aliens, ufo, Stephen King... FBI has not yet determined why the fakers are doing it, but my son was murdered 11 years ago, and these fake accounts started showng up then, and FBI thinks it's the murderer's family doing it to try to make me look crazy in order that no one will believe me son was murdered... weird and terrifying. So, yeah, if more places like Amazon and Reddit had id verification, that'd cut down on these sorts of scams.

As for the guy people call "Etiole", I don't call him "Etiole", Ben does.

I don't believe "Etiole" is an alien. Ben does.

I don't believe in aliens at all. Ben does.

I don't believe in ghosts or hauntings. Ben does.

I don't believe in ufos. Ben does.

I don't believe in demons. Ben does.

I never told anyone, either online or offline about "Etiole". except Ben. Which means ALL the information being posted online about "Etiole", on podcasts, of Coast to Coast AM Radio Station, on YouTube videos... ALL of it, was sourced from Ben. And we did learn, that it was Ben's fellow high priest from the Sanfard Ward Church who did the Coast to Coast AM Raido interview in September of 2021. We found out in September of 2024, when Coast to Coast Radio drove their entire mega-sized box-truck Radio station on wheels here to Maine to interview me, and I had no clue this radio station even existed or that they had been for several years now doing a series of segments about me, my so called "haunted car", and my friend "Etiole".

And they thought I knew, in fact, they thought I had been sending people to them, and they thought I was expecting them to show up, because according to them, it's a lot of people who know me, or rather claim to know me... it's a lot of people I never heard of, but are on the church member rousters on Ben's Saco and Sanford churches... oh... they gave me a list. Several "Atwaters" have been calling in giving them interviews about me, Rick, some guy named Todd who I found out was the Bishop's grandson... a lot of people, who are friends when,, BEN, not me... I don't go to the same church Ben does. I am a member of the Cape Elizabeth Church of ?Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints. I have never attended the Saco Ward church at all, not once in my entire life, and I've only ever visited the Sabnfard Ward church fewer then a dozen times in my entire life. Ben was High Priest in Saco Ward Church and Sanfard Ward Church. The people in those two churches are Ben's friends, not mine.

There are women in those interviews, who claim, "Etiole" raped them.... uh... yeah... about that... "Etiole" is transgender. He's a transman. That means he is biologically fle, has a vagina, not a penis, and is actually a cis-woman living as a man. "Etiole" was a Jewish World War 2 fighter pilot from France, a part of some group called "sky witches" or something, I'm not sure, it's what "Etiole" called it. I don't know anything about WW2 history and I've never looked up his story... she was tortured in a concentration camp, severely scarred and burned. Was on a ship of refugees that arrived in Old Orchard Beach in 1953, and was immediately bullied by locals because, she literally has no skin, it's was peeled off because she had tattoos. So she ran out into the woods, the Ross Forest, started living as a man, and has been a hermit roaming all over the forests of Maine ever since. 

SHE.

Etiole is biologically a female, not a male.

Etiole is a transman.

Let me repeat this part from before:

An important thing to note here, is while USUALLY Ben denies there was ever a baby at all... SOMETIMES... this is the important part, the part that makes the FBI believe Ben hired the backhoe driver, and the golf club woman:

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that fallen angel Etiole was."

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that alien grey Etiole was."

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that Satan's demon Etiole was."

Ben HATES "Etiole". He's never made a secret of that.

I've had 7 miscarriages, because I have endometriosis, so it's very difficult for me to carry a pregnancy full term.

Ben has never cared about any of the babies. Ever.

He's never been sad or upset when the miscarriage happened.

All of them happened before I was 17, because after I turned 18, I found I as an adult had rights I didn't have as a child, including, the right to say no to sex.

Ben convinced himself that "Etiole" was the father of the baby, and the FBI believes that to be the motive behind the backhoe being paid to drive over my house, just days after we finished adding a baby room to the back of the house.

But also... I was removed from public school,when I was 8 years old, the same year I became Ben's wife, and to this day, I don't know why I was removed from school. I have almost no memories of the event.

My never having gone to school, past eight years old, SEEMED to be my parents doing, but in recent months the FBI has uncovered a lot that would indicate it was in fact Ben, who was the one who did not want me in school.

In 2010, three things happened, and Ben had a meltdown both times: 

• I got a driver's license...at age 35.

• I secretly went to night school at the Old Orchard Beach High School and got my GED...at age 35.

• I enrolled in college...at age 35

And the entire time I was in college, Ben continually kept showing up, coming into class and stomping around mad. Several times the teachers had to call security to take him out.

He started showing up at study hall and having crazed white power anti-black meltdowns at my study partner, a Black man from Ghana, named Pius.

And then I did the unthinkable: I got a job. An evil thing for little female me to do. Nearly as evil as female me, driving a car, and almost as evil as female me getting an education.

Ben started showing up at work. Macy's at the Maine Mall, RGIS at various places, and HallMark Greeting Cards, again at various places.

He went full stalker mode. Not allowing me to go to college or work, without him. Showing up and having meltdowns if I just got in my car and drove to class or work like a any sane normal person would do.

It started to become very clear that it was Ben, and not my parents whom had removed me from public school at 8 years old, and it that's when I started missing classes... because someone cut the break lines on my car, 7 different times, the power sterring line three different times; on four different occasions my tires were slashed; once someone poured etching fluid on my windshield and had to be replaced.

Another time, Ben simply removed the driver's seat from my car amnd hid it in a storage unit.

These things happened every few days for three years 2010 to 2013... and ended when on November 14, 2013, our son was murdered and I was left crippled and in a wheelchair by a woman wielding a golf club... whom the FBI believes Ben hired, because Ben was so enraged that I, a lowly female, had dared defy him, a dominate male, a learn to read and write.

The FBI believes Ben WANTED me crippled and in a wheelchair, so that I couldn't get out of his overly posessive sight ever again.

The FBI believes Ben started the rumours about "etiole" being a demon, my Dodge being haunted, the Stephen King rumors, and "Etiole" being the baby Xavier's father... ALL as a way to gaslight people into forgetting there was a baby, ALL to use "etiole" as a scapegoat, and ALL to punish me, a female, for committing the sin of trying to have and education and get a job.

The FBI believes my son was murdered because I was a female to defied males by learning to read and write.

So what about "Etiole"? Who is he?

He's not an alien.

He's not a demon.

He's a servery traumatized WW2 veteran. Who has an uncanny ability to predict death.

Every once in a while 4 or 5 times a year "Etiole" will randomly leave the woods, and seek out someone to tell vision he had to. Most people never believe him. I did believe, so he started coming and telling me every time, because I was the only person who would sit down and listen to him. He's never been wrong. Not once in 50 years. I don’t have an explanation for how he sees or knows things before they happen. But he's never been wrong.

And THAT is where the alien and demon rumours come from.

Every warning "Etiole" has ever given me has happened within 30 days of him saying it would. But in every case, the warning he gave, came to pass in less than 30 days, and every person I told, violently turned on me, accusing me of being a witch, him of being a demon, and both of us of casting curses. 

His messages are not cryptic. They are very highly detailed. Exact person, exact events, exact location…and that is the problem. I know exactly what will happen, to who, how, by whom, and when… and, I was only an eight year old child, in the early days, so I didn't know NOT to tell adults, what "Etiole" had told me... and I told my husband, because who else is an eight year old child going to tell.

Yeah, let that sink in for a minute.

Ben's immediate response was to tell me, his eight year old wife, that I had encountered a demon. I took Ben into the woods to meet "Etiole" and Ben stood there face to face with "Etiole" and said there was nothing there. "Etiole" tried to shake Ben's hand. Ben put his hands behind his back, stared up at the clouds and said: "Nope. I don't believe it. There's nothing there."

Ben has encountered "Etiole" dozens of times, and has responded this exact same way every time.

Ben is the one who started telling people "Etiole" was my "imaginary friend". By the time I was twelve, Ben had started telling people that "Etiole" was "an alien grey", a thing he was bragging about throughout the 1980s at the Cape Elizabeth Church.

In the early 1990s, a local Wicca Coven started attended the Cape Elizabeth Church. They were from that little "village" across the street from JoAnn's fabric. The missionaries had brought them. They attended church services every week for about a year before one by one they all returned to their Wicca coven and declared they didn't want to become Mormons. Ben, who was mission president's assistant at the time, had a total meltdown over it. And suddenly, started calling 90% of all females he encountered "witches", including me, even though I knew absolutely nothing about witchcraft.

He started weekly dragging me to the state presidents office demanding I "confess my sins of witchcraft". Two different Stake Presidents (first Seymore and then Earnshaw) kept reminding Ben that Mormons aren't Catholics and don't have confession, but Ben would hear nothing of it. He started telling them about "Etiole" at that point Ben was calling "Etiole" "a demon familiar".And we was still driving the 1964 Dodge 330 as our daily driver back then too. "Etiole" had not yet started living in it.

When the 1964 Dodge 330 stopped running, I gave "Etiole" a key to it, so he could sleep in it at night, because he was homeless, and often getting sick from sleeping outside in the rain. I was not yet a teenage, either, and had been married to Ben more then half my life already.

Ben is constantly preaching we should help the homeless, so, I saw no reason why I could not let my homeless friend sleep in my car at night... ten year old logic. 

Ben, started saying my Dodge was haunted, a few weeks after I started letting "Etiole" sleep in it at night.

In the early days Ben said it was a "demon" living in the car, but around the time of my turning fourteen, he started saying it was "an alien grey" living in the car. He now goes back and forth between the two, sometimes saying "alien", sometimes saying "demon."

if I tell any one, I will, as has happened over two hundred times in the last fifty years, be blamed for using witchcraft to cause it.

If I tell anyone and say he’s the one who told me, he will, as has happened over two hundred times in the last fifty years, be accused of being a demon and blamed for causing it.

He had predicted April 10, 2015, on March 31, 2015, with vivid accuracy. And the entire internet has seen what was done to me and him, by the person primarily involved with April 10, 2015.

August 8, 2013, a backhoe was driven over my house, 3 days after a prediction he made, came true. November 14, 2013, my 8 month old month old son was murdered and I was paralized, and today still not yet recovered, because a week prior, another of his predictions had come true. May 10, 2010, my car was cut in half, the 1964 Dodge 330 that he was living in, cut in half by a deranged group of women from the saco Ward Chrurch of Juesus Christ of Later Day Saints (Ben's church, not mine) who in arrived in my yard armed with chainsaws and chanting “kill the car, kill the demon” they decimated my, while trying to kill him, because 12 days earlier a child died in a bathtub while it’s mother was on the phone, less then a week, after he walked into that church and told all of them, not to leave a child unattended in a bathtub, one would drown before the week was out it they did.

NOTE that my 1964 Dodge 330 was cut in half, in May 2010... a few weeks after I started college in February 2010... which is why the FBI further believes Ben to be the instigator of EVERYTHING. EVERY SINGLE act of violence.
The FBI says Ben "has more money then he knows what to do with" and they say too that Ben "thinks he can buy anyone" and the FBI also says that Ben HAS BEEN going around handing out very large wads of cash to a suspicious amount of people who might otherwise have come forward with evidence about my son's murder, had Ben not been in the habit of paying them hundreds of dollars, quite regular, in cash.

As for why "etiole" was targeted as the scapegoat of all this: "Etiole" predicts death. Deaths that can be avoided. Deaths that won’t happen, if his warning is heeded. He's admittingly, somewhat crazy sounding when you talk to him, and evil people like to take advantage of people they deem "crazy", like "Etiole"

"Etiole" predicts death with vivid accuracy. And that’s why all the locals are scared shitless of him. Because he’s a hermit, who almost never comes out of the woods, rarely is seen even in the forest, and only ever comes out in public, when he’s had a vision and tries to help people, tries to prevent that vision from happening. But he’s always ignored. He’s been doing this since the 1950s, several decades before I was born.

I’ve seen, time and time again, how incredibly accurate his predictions are. And because I believed him, I have many times tried to warn people “He says ___ is going to happen, you need to not do ___ within the next 30 days.”

The problem is, just simply that, no one ever believes him, no one has ever believed me either… BUT… because I’ve “predicted” with vivid accuracy, over 200 deaths in the last 50 years, via forwarding "Etiole" predictions TO BEN and BEN ONLY, I get accused of causing those deaths. I get accused of being a witch. I get accused of casting spells and curses. I get accused of being demon possessed. And I get mobs of very angry people showing up in my yard -people somehow connected to whoever it is who died that time-who show up with guns and chainsaws and golf clubs and fists, or backhoes - I’ve had five house on my land -one was blown up by a bomb (2006), 3 were driven over by a backhoe (2001, 2007, 2013), 1 was burned to the ground (2006).

I gave up rebuilding because the Old Orchard Beach Police each time, arrive shrug and say “What can ya do? Boys will be boys?”

Those “boys being boys” also:

-beat my horse’s head in with a brick (1994),

-poisoned my goat (1985),

-cut the heads off of 75 pet bantam roosters and hung their bodies from rope nooses in my rose bushed (2007),

-Cleo’s head was nailed to my motorhome door her intestines used as decorations on the aweing of my motorhome which is why I painted it pink because no other colour would cover up the blood stains (2015),

-poisoned my dog (2023),

-poisoned my cats (2007),

-chopped up my 1974 Gremlin with a sledge hammer and chain saw(1987) - its what’s in those 12 five gallon buckets sitting in my yard; did the same thing to my 1976 Gremlin and my 1978 Hornet (1988),

-chopped up my 1964 Dodge (2010)...

I mean I could go on and list all two hundred plus of the things deranged locals of Old Orchard Beach have done, the FBI already has that list of all things though and it takes too much space to list them all here.

And in every attack, as the FBI points out, the ONLY person who knew what "etiole" had said, was BEN, because I never told anyone else.

Ben is the ONLY person, I ever told anything about "etiole" to at all.

So those people who attacked, they could ONLY have gotten their information from: BEN.

I have Autism. Low Functioning. What is often refered to as "The RainMan Type". Meaning I'm also classified as MUTE. I have "selective mutism" and "semi-verbal functioning". There are exactly seven people whom I am able to talk to, and everyone else I can not form verbal words, and I don't know why. While in college I took speach therapy and vocabulary, and public speaking classes every single semester and I still can not speak verbally to anyone but those same seven people, and it is very frustrating to not be able to talk, to not be able to communicate... and for some reason, Ben has taken it upon himself, WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE OR PERMISSION, to use my mutism as an excuse to call himself my "representative", even though he is NOT my representative. I have NO representative.

ZERO.

NO ONE speaks for me.

NO ONE is authorized to do or say ANYTHING on my behalf, ESPECIALLY NOT BEN!

So, you can see, why I am hesitant to talk about "Etiole” . My houses, all on the same spot of land, are oblitherated, my cars chopped up into tiny pieces, my pets chopped into tiny pieces and draped all over my yard, my 8 month infant son murdered, I’m crippled and in a wheelchair because of a crazy woman with a golfclub… and in EVERY one of all 200+ attacks, it was ALWAYS because days prior “Etiole” came out of the forest, and predicted a horrible event, the people warned of that event laughed, a few days later it happened, and few days after that they go bat shit crazy on me accussing me of having done it via witchcraft curses.

But you can also see now, WHY Ben is the FBI's number one suspect for EVERYTHING: including the backhow driving over my house, my cars being vandalised, my online accounts being hacked, my being crippled, AND my son's murder.

Update added May 31, 2025

Uhm, I am getting some weird messages and I don’t trust things that show up privately, so I’m going to answer publicly, and I assume the one who messaged me will see it, and this should answer their question.

No, I do not have a brown log cabin. What are you talking about? My house at 146 Portland Av, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, was a 9 foot wide by 16 foot long beach hut, originally white with green trim when it was built in 1942, and repainted yellow with brown trim in July 2013 when we got the building permit to add the baby room onto the back. Deranged bigots drove over it with a backhoe August 8, 2013, then the same people returned November 14, 2013 murdered my 8 month old son with a golf club and paralyzed me at the same time. I have been HOMELESS for eleven years now, and am still relearning to walk. I have over THIRTY MILLION in medical bills from my broken spine and physical therapy. So I have not been able to afford to rebuild a house yet. 

You are seeing me out any about with a walker now because yes, I’ve ONLY just STARTED to have enough strength in my legs to walk, but not unaided. I’m still wheelchair bound and bed ridden over 80% of the day, I only have enough strength to use the walker 1 or 2 times a day about 30 minutes each time.

Yes, I am the one who wears the “Middle eastern garb”, we are Gypsies, part Native American Kickapoo Tribe, part Persian&Mongolian Middle Eastern. Yes I ALWAYS wear veils and hijab. No I have never worn pants in my entire life. Yes, I ONLY wear floor length caftan and kimono. Nearly ALL of my cloths are neon pink, neon orange, or bright red, I wear almost nothing else. You ARE going to know it’s me if you see me.

No, I am NOT an animal rights activist, nor a vegan, I wear fur coats and eat seafood and dairy quite regularly.

No, I am not the founder of the Procter and Gamble boycott. The Boycott was founded in 1973, TWO YEARS BEFORE I WAS BORN in 1975. That alone should tell you the person you are talking to is lying to you.

NO, anyone you see wearing pants, wearing “American cloths”, or without their head covered, is NOT me.

No, I do not own ANY of the cars you listed. I own ONLY THREE cars:

1992 Volvo with murals painted on it

1975 Dodge Sportsman painted neon pink and glow in the dark lime green.

1964 Dodge 330 Coronet, painted orange. No, is it not haunted, nor are there demons living in it, nor are there aliens living in it. If you believe that cars can be haunted or if you believe aliens or demons are real, I would suggest you seek a psychiatrist because it sounds like you have schizophrenia. I am getting tired of you clearly deeply mentally disturbed people running around slandering me, my family, my friends, and my cars with your stupid ass retarded rumours about aliens, demons, hauntings, and whatever other crazy ass bull shit you've come up with the slander me and my cars with.

I do not know anyone who owns any of the cars you listed, so I do not know who owns them, and no the woman driving them is NOT me, so you NEED to call the police next time you encounter her and report her for impersonating me.

My NEIGHBOUR at 144 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine did recently build a brown log cabin. But that's my neighbour next door, not me. Is that the brown log cabin you are talking about? That's not mine, that's next door to me.

Coming over here and threatening to "burn down the little brown log cabin while your family is inside" doesn't do a damned bit of good, because it is not MY "little brown log cabin" and the people who live there are NOT my family. You're threatening the wrong damned person you stupid retarded idiot. Plus I don't have a septic tank. I don't even know what you creeps are talking about!

THIS was my house here:

And these are my cars:

Do you know who this woman is?
If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

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

On November 14, 2013, she used a golf club to bash out the brains of my 8-month-old baby Xavier-Octavian Allen. She called herself “Claire” as though she thought I knew her, but I know no one named Claire and had never seen her before. She was about 65 years old and would be around 75 years old today in 2025. The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house on August 8, 2013, a few weeks before my son’s murder.

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

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, on July 4, 2013 and on August 8, 2013 after vandals drove a backhoe over it. The backhoe is still running in this photo, I got home from work while they were doing it and the white haired man jumped out and ran away leaving the backhoe running, until it ran out of gas. It sat in my yard for 6 months until the police finally towed it away.

The FBI believes this woman who crippled me and murdered my baby on November 14, 2013, is connected to the backhoe that illegally drove over my house making me homeless on August 8, 2013.

Between June 2001 and continuing on into 2025, there have been over 200 violent attacks on 146 Portland Ave, Old orchard Beach, Maine, including the beheading of 75 pet roosters April 2007, whose headless bodies were hung in my rosebushes from rope nooses.

The FBI believes ALL of these events are being done in an attempt to drive me off my land. 

According to the FBI, in 2007, a developer went to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and filed an illegal building permit for a 27 unit condominium, on my land and CLAIMED to be the owner of my land. This land has been in my family since 1531, we are Native Americans of the Kickapoo tribe and there are more than 500 graves, most dating from the 1500s to 1600s on my land. 

This land has been in my family well over 500 years, and I inherited it from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen in 1983.

The FBI believes, ALL of the slander/rumours that falsely accuse me of being transgender were ALSO started by this woman who murdered my son, in a further attempt to drive me from my land via working locals of Old Orchard Beach into a trans-hating frenzy.

If you are a real estate agent and ANY ONE contacts you interested in buying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, PLEASE report that "client" IMMEDIATLY to FBI Agent Andy Drewer, head of my son's murder investigation, and head of the investigation into the 200+ acts of vandalism and hate crimes which have occurred at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine between 2001 to 2025.

If you have ANY information about ANY of the incidents, attacks, vandalisms, and hate crimes that took place between 2001 and 2025, on 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, please give that information to FBI agent Andy Drewer as well.

My land is not for sale and ANY ONE offering to buy it is likely connected to this woman who murdered my son.

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

ANYONE interested in buying my land has a HIGH PROBABILITY of being hired BY MY SON'S MURDERER, and you MUST send their information to the FBI.

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby.

She had distinctive two-inch wide stripes in her hair all the way around her head, platinum blond and dark reddish brown, in a pageboy haircut.

She drives a 1990s era gold Volvo station wagon

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

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmigly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

• Everything we are allowed to publicly release about The FBI Investigation Can Be Found Here

Seeing how this message arrived very violently, with a deranged lunatic showing up in my yard in Old Orchard Beach and lashing out at my pink motorhome, on multiple times between April 10, 2025 and May 10, 2025... I'm going to leave this message up on the top of the front page of my site.

I do not know who these people were (it was 4 men in construction/road worker yellow and orange vests - it appeared they were workers from the nearby train track construction that is going on in Biddeford - who decided to trespass in my yard on their lunch breaks - I don't know who these men are, nor do I know what caused them to show up, and most of the things they said are a lot of bizarre gibberish about the brown log cabin at 144 Portland Ave, next door to me, largely accusing me of owning it and owing some man they called "our friend Mark" money for a septic tank.

I also don't know anyone named Mark, but they act like they think I am supposed to know who this "Mark" is that they claim sent them over here. Clearly they have got me mixed up with someone else. But that does not make what they are doing any less terrifying.

My being a mute/none verbal low functioning autistic makes me unable to respond and they do not stay around long enough for me to write out an answer. I do not know how to make them understand they are threatening the wrong person.

Coming over here and threatening to "burn down the little brown log cabin while your family is inside" doesn't do a damned bit of good, because it is not MY "little brown log cabin" and the people who live there are NOT my family. You're threatening the wrong damned person you stupid retarded idiot. Plus I don't have a septic tank. I don't even know what you creeps are talking about!

If you know who these men are, or if you know who this "Mark" person is that they claim sent them over to harass me, please call FBI agent Andy Drewer and tell him everything you know.

please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322