FAQs: How did the FBI get involved.
When did you contact them and why?

FAQs: How did the FBI get involved.
When did you contact them and why?

 FAQs: How did the FBI get involved.
When did you contact them and why?

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#FAQs:  How did the FBI get involved. When did you contact them and why?

I don't know.

I have NEVER contacted the FBI.

I don't know who contacted them or why or when

Every time I have ever talked to an FBI agents, there have been well over a dozen agents over the years, the situation has ALWAYS been that a stranger knocked at the door, I answered the door, and it was an FBI agent. 

There has never been an instance of me seeking out and contacting the FBI.

So I don't know who contacted them... any of the several doze times they have arrived over the past 50 years.

I know some of them have said this case has been on-going since 1968.

Well, that's before I was born.

So, I wasn't even born yet when this FBI investigation was started.

UPDATE: December 12, 2024:
Huge update about my son’s murder. One of the 3 attackers is dead. FBI still searching for other 2.

Huge update about my son’s murder.One of the 3 attackers is dead. FBI still searching for other 2.

The bald man who drove the 4 door white truck at Southern Maine Community College, driving for the blond golf club woman, died yesterday. I just saw his picture in the paper. It says he was a Biddeford Police Officer. He’s the man who helped to blond woman murder my baby and crippled me. He was a police officer. I had no idea he was a police officer. That explains a LOT about the issues we been having with police reports being lost around my son’s murder.

@fbi @fbiboston #FBI #FBIBoston

Eta: he was killed in a car accident in New Hampshire (a different state), his car hit by a flatbed truck.

But he was a police officer in Biddeford, Maine for 18 years, and was a police officer at the time of my son’s murder (November 14, 2013, 11 years ago).

He was the man who acted like the son of the woman with the golf club. He is the one who addressed her as “Claire”.

She had zebra stripe blond hair. About a dozen stripes each 3 to 5 inches wide, pale white blond alternated with dark sand blond almost brown. She was the murderer. She is the one the FBI is looking for.If you know who this woman is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Her hair was so insanely unique, so incredibly distinctive, that I am shocked we have gone 11 years without anyone being able to identify her. We are talking weird cosplay cyberpunk type hair, here.

The bald man who just died this week, he was the one driving the truck, she left in.

But I am now left to wonder, if her driver was a police officer of the Biddeford Police Department… is it possible the woman who murdered my 8 month old baby with a golf club and crippled my spine, also works for the Biddeford Police Department?

April 10, 2024 is the 9 year anniversary of the April 10, 2015 KKK attack on my farm, an attack lead by the same woman who murdered my son by bashing his 8 month old brain out with a golf club on November 14, 2013

UPDATE April 12, 2024:

Interesting. Update, April 12, 2024: I have a message here that reads: “This is personal targeted harassment of my friend” in response to THIS POST:Why my motorhome was painted pink
— If you have any info please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322medium.com

How is a blind woman asking for help in identifying the two women who attacked at Buglight Lighthouse in South Portland, while said blind and mute woman was 8 months pregnant, attacked her with golf clubs, severing her spinal column, breaking her legs, breaking her hips, breaking her spine, ripping her unborn baby out of her belly, and then jumping on him and smashing his head open with a golf club…. you tell me how it it that blind woman is harassing anyone by asking for sighted people if they saw who these women were and could tell their names to the police?

WHO exactly is that question harassing?

Yes, please explain to me HOW this question is harassing ANYONE?

Sounds to me like you know who those women are and are withholding information from the police.

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

3 vertebrae in my spine are shattered and punctured my spinal nerve bundle and can not be operated on because of danger of severing the nerves.

And my left sacroiliac joint was broken in several places and there is bone tissue in places where breaks were, that grew into surrounding bones fusing them in place. This is what causes the back pain.

Additionally my hip, pelvis, and top of leg bone were all also broken and healed without being set, and because I had continued to walk on it for several months while the bone was broken (due to emergency clinic not taking me in for 5 months, so I was walking on a broken hip for 5 months unaware the bone was broken) this walking on a broken leg for 5 months caused the broken bones in hip and upper leg to compound into each other, with my hip bone and leg bone growing back around each other.

I was paralized for 5 months, and have spent 9 years relearning to walk. In 2021, I started walking again on my one, with a cane, but it is very limited movement.

Whoever these 2 women are, they live VERY CLOSE, close enough that as soon as I started attempted to walk outside, they started showing up again. And as before, now eleven years ago, they are once again attacking viciously, near daily, vandalizing my car, attacking my parents, they arrived at Round One to attack me while eating pizza in June 2023, they arrived at PortCon 2023 to attack there, on July 10, 2023 they killed my dog, Mickie.

I started walking outside October 2021, after being unable to walk since November 14, 2013, and these 2 women started up their attacked again November 24, 2021.

I don’t know who either of these women are.

And oddly, according to the FBI, he doesn’t think I am their ACTUAL intended target at all. He says their attacks coincide with posts MY MOTHER makes on FaceBook. The FBI agent sas my mother is viciously harasses several people on FaceBook, and is using my name in a lot of her posts. The FBI agents, says he believes these two women, THINK they are attacking my MOTHER in response to things she posts online.

The FBI agent says my mother posts a lot of hateful content, a lot of racist content, a lot of threats, and frequently goes to local places like the town hall, to fight with people in person. He says she had a lot of people really mad, both online and offline.

And the FBI agent says, in places where she is not outright pretending to be me, she starts her conversations with “Wendy says…”. Even though I’ve not had anything to do with my mother since 2005, and have had her blocked online for 18 years.

The FBI agent, says my mother , since as far back as 2007 my mother, has used my name online on dozens of social networks. He said he thinks these women, THINK they are attacking HER without realizing they are attacking the WRONG WOMAN, because my mother frequently puts my name on her social network posts.

The FBI agents says my mother has friends on social media, named Kendra and Claire, and he suspects, they are the Kendra and Claire who attack me. He thinks they do not know me and my mother are two separate people. He thinks, my mother, and not me, is their actual target.

The FBI agent believes these two women to be online friends of my mothers, whom have never met her offline, so they have convinced themselves me offline is the person they are interacting with online, even though it is her online they are talking to and not me.

I was 8 months pregnant when these 2 women attacked November 14, 2023, at 10PM, at Buglight Lighthouse in South Portland, while said legally blind and mute Autistic woman (me) was 8 months pregnant, attacked her with golf clubs, severing her spinal column, breaking her legs, breaking her hips, breaking her spine, ripping her unborn baby out of her belly, and then jumping on him and smashing his head open with a golf club…. there was a bald man with them, the 3 of them drove way in a small 4-door white pickup truck with large off-road tread tires. The 2 women were about in their 60s and the man in his 30s, so they would be in their 70s and 40s today in 2024.

The Clair woman had dye blond and brown zebra striped pageboy hair, very unnatural and very distinctive stripe pattern, she was very adamant in yelling over and over that she was Claire, as if she thought I knew someone named Claire. “I’m Claire, you tried to kill my husband” is what she kept saying. The other women, likewise kept saying her own name “I’m Kenrda, it’s my turn to shine” is what she kept saying. She wore neon green glasses, and had VERY LONG almost to her knees, curly orange red hair. Both of them their hair was unusually distinctive.

She had zebra stripe blond hair. About a dozen stripes each 3 to 5 inches wide, pale white blond alternated with dark sand blond almost brown. She was the murderer. She is the one the FBI is looking for.

If you know who this woman is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Her hair was so insanely unique, so incredibly distinctive, that I am shocked we have gone 11 years without anyone being able to identify her. We are talking weird cosplay cyberpunk type hair, here.

I know no one named Kendra or Claire, but they were very convinced that I should know who they were and why they were attacking, via them saying their names. It was very clearly some sort of vindictive revenging attack, but, I have no clue who they are or why they thought I would understand why they attacked if they chanting the names Kendra and Claire.

If you have any information about the identity of these two women who crippled me and murdered my son, and have recently started up their offline attacks on my family once again, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

And I was still mute when this happened. I had the surgery which gave me the ability to speak, June 24, 2016. I only have limited verbal speech, now, my voice is a whisper, you must be very close to hear me, and it is slow and stuttered badly because I still am unable to fully open my jaw or move my jaw at a speed to allow normal speed speech others have.

My son was murdered, and I was crippled November 14, 2013, 3 years BEFORE I had the jaw surgery. I was mute my whole life, and people assumed I could not speak because of vocal chord reasons. No one ever checked my jaw.

I was still mute at the time of the attack. The golf club attack happened at Southern Maine Community College, a few minutes after 10PM at the parking lot of the Buglight Lighthouse at Prebble Fort on the college campus. November 14, 2013. And at the time Robert Bettes, Chris, Megan Grumbling, Kevin Sweeny, and Andrew Parker, were the professors who had banned together to try to teach me how to speak. They did that 3 days a week, every semester, 3 semesters a year for 5 years. It is WELL DOCUMENTS my being mute and the college paying to have speech therapists and psychologists and Dr Andrew Parker (a psychiatrist) to help me learn to speak. Those people devoted several years of their life to trying to figure out why I could not talk, but none of them ever thought it could be my jaw was fused shut that was the issue.

After the golf club attack, the doctors did a bunch of MRIs, scans, and x-rays from February 2014 to June 2016, and it was during the June 2016 MRI, that the doctor noticed my jaw bone was fused shut, and scheduled me for surgery. They removed 7 of my teeth and a lot of the jaw bone, replaced everything with a 3d-printed resin that was kiln fired into a porcelain plate. The bones and jaw and teeth on the right side of my face are all fake porcelain, and also I have plastic surgery to fix the scars. Nearly the entire right side of my face is ceramic and plastic. It’s WHY I started wearing the veil and dark glasses. The veil and glasses cover most of the scars.

People always accuse me of being Muslim and wearing a hijab but I am a Mormon and I wear a veil over my face because of all the surgeries that were done to rebuild my face. I have been beaten up several times in the past two years, since I started trying to walk outside again, by people who say I am wearing a hijab. It makes me very sad to see how Muslim women get treated. What I wear is a Catholic prayer scarf that some Catholic nuns gave me after the surgery.

Had the golf club women not broken my spine, I’d still be mute, because it was a side effect of all the surgeries and scan while rebuilding my spine, that resulted in the discover of my fused jaw. I have only been able to speak since 2016 and it is still very limited. Because my vocal chords were not used for over four decades, they grew wrong and so my voice now that surgery gave me a voice, is very quiet and slow and stuttered, so even though I can now talk, it is still difficult for most people to understand my words.

end of April 12 update

Update  April 22, 2024: I just added more info, because a local woman was just here in my driveway yelling about it and demanding more info be added. So, I added the answer to the question she was asking, here is that update:

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322If you have any information about the identity of this child 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 HEREIf you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE

There were 2 different houses. The blue house was blown up by a bomb October 16, 2006, 22 years ago, the yellow house was driven over by some gay hating freak with a backhoe August 8, 2013, 11 years ago. Same yard, 2 different houses.

The guy who built the bomb, according to the FBI, was Paul Marteel, whom the FBI also says is my uncle, even though I never heard of him before. FBI says he is my mother’s sister’s ex-husband, and that he built the bomb to try to impress my mother’s sister to try to get her to marry him, after my mother and her sister went bragging on some forum that they wanted to find a hit man to kill me. My mother was pissed off because police had found that woodshed room that she had kept my locked up in from the time I was 8 until I was 31. She wanted all evidence of that room destroyed. And she wasn’t aware until a couple of months ago that the police and FBI had tons of photos of the room, because they had already been in it.

FBI arrested him March 2016, and then showed up here asking me about him in June 2016, because that was when the court trial for the bomb was. The police and FBI took tons of stuff out of the house about 4 hours after the bomb went off, including the bomb itself, which, they showed me. It was a yellow grease fryer, the side was all melted off of it, and it was full of melted fly tapes and rusted nails. They said, someone had broken into the house at 1AM, set that in the doorway of the room, turned it on high, and it exploded when it reached a certain temperature point. It took out the whole back half of the building, also set me on fire. Firemen got me and Buddy out.

Then there was 10 years of the not hearing anything from the police about it, until June 2016, when FBI agents showed up asking tons of questions about some guy named Paul Martel. FBI agents said they arrested him in Massachusetts. Said he was an ISIS sympathizer, and had built 2 bombs for the Boston Marathon, which was why they arrested him, and said, when they arrested him, they found he had tons of stuff bragging about other bombs he had built, including the bomb that blew up my house in 2006, and the bomb that blew up the First Care Health Clinic on Saco Ave in Old Orchard Beach, in 2003 (the bomb that killed my doctor and 2 of his nurses). They said they could prove he built the bomb that blew up my house, and they said it looked like it was my father who had set the bomb up, and that my mother was the one instigating it, but they needed evidence of some drug gang my mother’s brother Bruce was involved in, so they were putting my mother, my father, my uncle Bruce and his relatives, and my uncle Paul Martel and his relatives under surveillance. The FBI said they are looking for some female drug gang leader from Connecticut, whom the FBI said they think is the Claire who murdered my son and crippled me (both happened November 14, 2013).

According to FBI Paul Martel was sentenced to 14 years in prison, and the two men who were helping him build bombs both died. I’m not sure how. I never heard of the bomb before FBI showed up, so I didn’t know half of what they was talking about, but also, this all happened before I had my jaw surgry June 2016, so I also could not talk yet, I was still mute at the time, so I had to write down all my answers to the FBI agents, and I was not yet fully understanding of American English so I have a hard time understand what a lot of the questions they were asking me even ment. The whole thing was just very confusing, and they really should have had an interpreter with them because they apparenly thought I was supposed to know American English and I had spent decades locked in that room and was at the time oly out of the room a couple of years so not yet learning to hear or speak American English. The entire delings with the FBI is very frustrating because they just kept showing up and asking questions and getting mad because I did not understand most of the languge they was speaking enough to even know what half the questions they was asking me were. They later said he had a life sentance, so I guess the 14 year sentace they told me the first time got changed or something? I don’t know. I don’t know the details of the case beyond the bomb that blew up my house and the woman who murdered my son.

According to the FBI, the 2 Boston Marathon bombs my uncle built, killed a bunch of people at some race in Massachusetts, which was the bomb they arrested him for, and why he is in prison in Massachusetts.

The FBI said prior to that, he had murdered his then current wife’s baby and left it in a trash can on the Jenkins Road in Saco, in the late 1990s, and they said he was getting an additional 3 months in prison for that.

My uncle Paul (the name we knew him by, but which the FBI says was not his real name at all, and he had some other name was his real name, and whom the FBI agents just refer to as “The Boston Marathon Bomber” whenever they ask us questions. and I’m not sure what the Boston Marathon is, though I guess by the name it must be some race that happened in Boston at some point, but who the hell knows when, we don’t exactly have access to to tvs and stuff without electricity, and we did not have electricity before 2019, so 90% of the stuff/events/names/people/places the FBI agents were listing off, I ain’t never heard of before, and that seem to frustrate the FBI agents as they expected us Gypsies to be like Amaricans and have tvs and watch news, so they were not expecting us to not know what Boston or marathons were — I asked what the word marathon was, because I never heard of it before and they said it was an American word that means “race”, like people running to see who wins), Barbara’s ex, my cousin Micheal’s father, is why the FBI keeps coming over, because they are more focused on him then anything else. He’s the one you all keep asking what prison he’s in, I kept telling you I didn’t know, I just know he went to prison in 2016 and @FBI #FBI contacted me about it to let me know he’s the one who built the bomb the blew up my house October 18, 2006, they arrested him in 2016 because The FBI said he built the Boston Marathon bomb, but found he also built the 2003 bomb that blew up First Care Health Clinic on Saco Ave in Old Orchard Beach, and several of the abortion clinic bombs throughout New England in early 2000s. 

Barbara is my mother’s sister. Pau was her husband back before I was born and they got divorced when I was about 3 or 4 years old, so I never met him and never did know why the FBI thought I would know anything about him. Before they showed up asking about him, I had never even heard of him.

Bruce is my mother’s brother.

These people lived (squatted in tents on my lawn illegally without permission, holding my family had gun point and having several shoot outs with police before they were finally driven off out land in 1997 — -they are the Gypsies you see in the opening scenes of Stephen King’s Thinner movie, which was illegally filmed on my farm in 1994 — all those tents and stuff in the movie — that’s their tents on my front lawn — that scene in the movie is my front lawn, and those tents are their tents) on my farm in the late 1980s early 1990s.

We knew him as Paul Martal, but he has several Isis names he uses. Look up “Boston Marathon bomber not pardoned by Biden”. He’s the same guy who killed a baby and stuffed it in trash can on Jenkins road off Flag Pond road in 1990s. Only got 3 years for that, then joined Isis and went on bomb building spree throughout 2000s.

He lived with us in Old Orchard Beach in the 1980s.

@FBI #FBI said it was one of his friends who drove the backhoe over my house August 8, 2013. And they think the women who murdered my son and crippled me were also his friends, but they Think I was not the actual target. At the time of the backhoe attack his ex wife Barbara’s brother Bruce was telling people he owned 146 Portland Ave. @FBI #FBI said they think the intended target of all 3 attacks (2006 bomb, 2013 backhoe, and 2013 murder) was one of my uncle Bruce’s daughters, whom uncle Paul’s friends mistook me for.

@FBI #FBI has been hyper fixated on several of my aunts, uncles, and cousins, ever since Uncle Paul went to prison because most of them were close friends with him, and several also claim to be Isis members.

It’s why I get so pissed off with these stupid ufo, alien abduction , and haunted car conspiracy theory idiots getting involved because they bring their lunatic conspiracy theories in and make a total mockery of the fact that my uncle Paul has killed a bunch of people, including the 14 people who died from the Boston Marathon bomb. Paul was one of the members of Heaven’s Gate, and his bomb building frenzy was triggered by the fact half his friends died during the HaleBop murder suicide event, which was lead in part by my uncle Bruce, which is WHY Paul was targeting Bruce’s family in a lot of his attacks.

@FBI #FBI said the attacks on my family was “collateral damage” caused by Bruce using my address to run a scam and Paul’s people mistaking me for one of Bruce’s daughters.

But Bruce being involved in the Heaven’s Gate UFO idiots is why his idiot Ufo friends keep showing up and claiming aliens live in my car.

Paul Martal is the name we knew him by. Fbi was here looking for him, Barbara and my mother refused to talk with FBI.

Fbi came to old orchard to question me, about my mother and Barbara and Brucie and Mark (I don’t know who Mark is — I know know one named Mark — FBI said it was a friend of my uncle Bruce) , working together to hide him.

That was March 31 2015.

The attack on my farm that happened April 10, 2015.

Fbi caught him May 2015 because of the attack on April 10, 2015.

The FBI said Mark and Bruce did the event April 10, 2015 because they thought I had told them where Paul Martal was.

The thing was, I had never met Paul Martal, so when the FBI came asking about him, I had no idea I had an unce by that name, and I had never seen the men in the pictures either.

No.

What I identified was NOT the man my relatives called Paul Martal.

What I identified was the bomb that blew up my house October 18, 2006.

Fbi told me all this (that it was this Mark guy and Bruce) when they came back June 2015.

They also told me Scott is one who told Fbi where he was, Scott was arrested as well, but got only 1 year because he turned over Paul.

The FBI had a lot of names and a lot of people. But the only ones I knew were Bruce, Barbara, and Scott — all 3 of whom I had not seen in over a decade, so I had no information about any of them. The other people the FBI was talking about (Paul, Mark, Adam, Yyvone, and Shem, I had never heard of before, nor did I recognized any of them from their pictures.)

Fbi said Paul had built the grease fryer bomb that blew up/burned down my house October 2006, and the bomb of First Care Health Clinic in 2003 (my doctor who got killed by bomb), and several abortion clinic bombs before that.

They said he was arrested at a pier in Boston selling even more bombs to an undercover fbi agent.

What the FBI wanted from me, was to know if any of the bombs in any of their photos, looked like the bomb that blew up my house — the bomb that went missing from Old Orchard Beach’s police department evidence room November 2006, along with all the photos of it.

This house at 144 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine:

They needed me to identify if the bomb in old orchard looked like the bomb from Boston Marathon.

The bomb that blew up my house was a grease fryer bomb. It had been filled with a few dozen fly tapes, each fly tape had been unrolled, and 4" long rusted nails rolled into the fly tape.

Someone broke into my house, put the grease fryer bomb on the floor in front of my bedroom, and turned it on high. It went off at 1 AM, taking out the front half of the bedroom and the entire kitchen which was beside the bedroom… I was on fire when I woke up, all my hair was burned off. I was trapped and would have died, had not a fireman rescued me moments later.

Around 3am 5 fire men and police officers carried out a chunk of the floor, which was melted, and had a yellow grease fryer melted to it, with blobs of fly tapes and nails melted into the melted floor tiles.

They said because it had been leans up agains a wall, one side of the grease fryer exploded outward, while the other side of it melted into the lanoliom tile floor.

The melted blob was a massive structure, nearly the side of a small car, due to it being part of the floor, wall, and wooden beam of the house, in addition to being a greasefryer.

The grease fyer itself had been quite small, about the size of a large blender.

It required 5 grown men to carry it out of my house and set it on the lawn. They took a lot of pictures of it.

It vanished out of the police evidave room 2 weeks later… not and easy item to steal… because as I said — it was a corner piece of a room of a house and had require 5 men to lift it.

I both drew pictures of what this looked like for the FBU in 2015, but also… correctly picture out a nearly identical grease fryer bomb from a photo.

They had shown be several differant types of bombs, all exploded, from various crime scenes, and asked if any of them looked like the one that blew up my house in October 2006.

One did. Except it was white and the one in my house was yellow.

Acorrding the the FBI, the bomb I selected was the Boston Marathon bomb.

Are you sure this bomb matches the one that blew up your house in 2006?

It did except the bomb in our kitchen was made from a yellow grease fryer and the one from Boston Marathon was a white grease fryer.

They asked what was inside grease fryer bomb in our house , it was filled with long nails that had been wrapped in fly tapes.

I had to pick out what it all looked like.

The said the Boston Marathon bomb had the same inside contents as was inside the 2006 bomb in my house.

They said his filling bombs with long nails wrapped in fly tape was how they connected the two bombs.

They told me to cut off all contact with Barbara, Bruce, and everyone in both their families because another bomb had happened after Barbara ex was arrested and they thought it was Adam or Shem who had built it.

They said Paul had a different name, that wasn’t Paul and used several names.

They said the man my relatives knew as Paul, he was an Isis radical and that Barbara and Bruce and Adam and Shem and Yyvone and Scott were all Isis supporters as well.

Fbi came back again November 2015 said Paul had been sent to prison and to keep them updated on any smallest incident with any attempts Barbara, Bruce, or their families made to try to contact me or my mother. He told me to tell my mother to cut off contact with them, but she refused, and after that he told me cut off contact with my mother because she was giving Barbara, Bruce, and Mark too much information about me and was putting my life in danger, because Barbara was blaming me for Scott and Paul both going to prison.

My question to the FBI agents still keeps being the same too:

Who is Mark? I don’t know any one named Mark!

Who is Shem? I don’t know any one named Shem!

Who is Yyvone? I don’t know any one named Yyvone!

Who is Adam? I don’t know any one named Adam!

For guys who ask me a hell of a lot of endless questions, expecting answers, they sure do clam up fast and refuse to answer my questions to them. They has yet to tell me who in the hell they are even talking about, in spite of the million and one questions they can’t stop asking about a pair of guys named Mark and Shem, who seem to be the primary focus of the FBI investigation, but I have no clue who these guys are or why the FBI agents are asking me questions about them.

FBI says that Paul Martel was connected to some woman in Connecticut named Claire who matches my description of the women who murdered my son, and that somehow she was a friend of my father’s back years before I was born, and for some unknown reason she is friends with my mother on FaceBook. The FBI says my mother talks with this Claire woman and several members of this Claire woman’s family on FaceBook. FBI also says one of this Claire woman’s relatives moved into my Biddeford apartment building in 2021.

The FBI says the Claire woman in Connecticut is a very dangerous drug gang leader whom they have been trying to arrest since 1968, years before I was even born. They said she has a long history of massive smear/slander campaigns and planting evidence on people to keep avoiding arrest. They said, the reason they believe SHE is the golf club weider who murdered my son, is because she has been pivotal in both STARTING and SPREADING the rumors and lies about me and cats. In 2015 the police took my mother’s cats, cats that I don’t even know the names of, but, the FBI says this Claire woman DOES know the cats’ names and has been found in Florida, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and here in Maine in Pine Point, Old Orchard Beach, Scarborough, and Biddeford, telling people the cats were MINE and not only correctly naming the cats but correcting… wait for it… correctly describing things that were INSIDE THE CUPBOARDS of my motorhome… AND… correctly describing both the kitchen and the bathroom of the house the bomb blew up.

The FBI says there is EXTENSIVE EVIDENCE that this woman in Connecticut has been in my motorhome and in the blue house that the bomb had blown up, based on how vividly she is describing those things in various places both offline and online. I have never seen any of this stuff so, I don’t know what it is exactly this woman has been saying. But the FBI thinks given her detailed knowledge of the inside of my motorhome and the inside of the blue house, that she is likely the one who put my mother’s cats in my motorhome and is likely to have also been the one who put the bomb in the house. There is no other way for her to have the information she brags about knowing.

To date, we still do not know how my mother’s cats got in my motorhome. Blizzard Juno had just happened, my motorhome was buried under twelve FEET of snow, and was parked a hundred and seventy feet off the road, and wrapped up under a tarp for winter…and yet someone hand shoveled a path from the road, to the motorhome, through twelve foot deep snow drifts, to put my mother’s cats in my motorhome, in the dead of winter, knowing no one would find out the cats were there because, no one was checking on a motorhome that had been put away in winter storage.

But then, someone called the police and told the police the cats were there, BUT, told the police the motorhome belonged to my father.

According to the FBI, this Claire woman that my father knew, was unaware my father had a daughter, so did not know about my existence at all. The FBI believes she is the one who attacked with the golf club at BugLight Lighthouse, but they believe that she THOUGHT she was attacking my mother.

The FBI believes, that when she realized the error, SHE took my mother’s cats, and put them in what she THOUGHT was my father’s motorhome, in an attempt to frame my mother, while targeting my father.

The FBI believes that the “porch bitch” woman who arrived in Biddeford in 2021, was sent by this same Claire woman, because this Claire woman is now trying to frame me for my mother’s cats, to cover up her own mistake of not realizing the motorhome was mine and not my fathers.

However… the FBI also says, that same Claire woman is also the primary suspect of the $30million in tax money that was embezzled out of the Old Orchard Beach town hall, via my mother’s church The Saco Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. The FBI said they believe this Claire woman was using that church’s bank accounts to laundry stolen town hall tax money to a drug gang in Connecticut.

Taking down the Connecticut drug gang and arresting the members of the money laundering operation of the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, is the FBI’s primary goal.

According to the FBI, both my son’s murder and my being crippled, were a “mistake” caused by the fact that this Claire woman knew my mother online but had never seen her in person, and mistook me for my mother. The FBI also says these wild cat rumors running around with the Biddeford locals, appear to be coming from someone the FBI believes is this Claire woman’s niece, and thanks to her running from porch to porch yelling about me, they’ve been able to gather a LOT of new information about the drug gang,, that they would not have had otherwise.

In February 2022, the FBI arrested 8 people across the street from me, out of the apartment the Saco Ward church houses it’s missionaries in. Among the things they confiscated was a golf club that they believe was the same golf club which murdered my son. They said there is evidence that it was used to kill four women in Portland in 2021.

This “porch bitch” woman came under the FBI’s radar when she started running around Biddeford weeks later in March and May 2022, claiming it was golf club that was used on me. This thing was: the golf club was never mentioned in any public release report, and I had never told any one about it. For years I only ever said “a woman hit me” I never said that she hit me WITH anything. Police told me not to.

The ONLY people who knew I had been crippled by a golf club was the South Portland Police, the FBI agents, and the murderer herself.

So when “porch bitch” showed up October 2021, yelling about cats and then returned March 2022 yelling about the golf club, LOTS of red flags went up. Who ever this porch bitch woman in Biddeford is, she has PERSONAL CONTACT WITH MY SON’S MURDERER, because there was no one else who could have told her about the golf club.

The FBI put down strict orders on what I could say and who I could tell anything to. Even my doctor was not told about the golf club. My doctor has spent years arguing that the FBI needed to let me tell the doctors what the weapon was that crippled my spine.

The FBI was adamant that NO ONE, not one person know about the golf club.

So… how did porch bitch find out about it, is a current question. We don’t know who this “porch bitch” woman is. She’s young, mid30s-ish.

She showed up the week after a local homeless man was killed. The homeless man, came up my yard, said his mother was bragging around Scarborough that she had murdered my son, and he asked for the FBI contact info. He said he had to tell them what his mother was saying.

He died a week later. And porch bitch showed up 4 days after he died.

The FBI believes she showed up BECAUSE of this homeless man, and they believe she is connected to his death.

It got screwier when my mother showed up the next day. Not seen her in years. She knew the homeless man, she showed up to ask if I knew where he’d been living because I know most of the homeless people in the area. I’m friends with a lot of them. For years, before I became crippled, I used to buy food and cloths and supplies for all the local homeless.

It swung full circle. The FBI was right. My mother was connected to these people whom they suspect murdered my son.

And with this mystery “porch bitch” woman running around Biddeford leaking classified information about my son’s murder, I’ve now been given permission to say more about that part of the investigation. Thus the page you are reading now.

EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HEREIf you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE

No. I do not know who the woman who was just here was. Yes is WAS porch bitch. Her witch cackle betty boop style laugh is unmistakable. She was on the front porch of my neighbor C*y, yelling from her porch, up here to my apartment. Usually when porch bitch is here, no one is home at the front porch. C*y was home today and went out on the porch to talk with her. At which point porch bitch started rambling gibberish about “EelKat’s FaceBook” and saying “EelKat says her mother is a psycho, but I work with her mother! And I know she’s not psycho!” I don’t use the word Psycho, that is American street slang, which I’m not American, I am Scottish, so I don’t use American street slang vernacular. But yes, my neighbour C*y was just talking to porch bitch, she my neighbour C*y CAN identify the woman who claims to be the niece of the Claire who murdered my son.

No, as usual, I do not know what porch bitch looks like. I am legally blind, the porch of over 40 feet away. I can not see that far. I can only see two feet from my left eye, even with glasses, and only 20 feet from my right eye with glasses. My left eye is full blind without glasses, and my right eye sees only 4 feet without glasses. And, yes, you CAN be legally blind in Maine and drive a car. I have a special driver’s license because of this. And yes, the police did stop by to check, thank you for sending them over here as I had more video footage off my car’s dash cam to give them anyways.

But yes, that WAS porch bitch, the woman who killed my dog Mickey, July 10, 2023, we have the vet's tests reports, he was poisoned, who was just here yelling questions and accusation up the driveway, until my neighbour C*y interrupted her, as Porh Bitch thought no one was home.

Yes, EVERY TIME I answer these question on FaceBook, it IS me answering porch bitch WHILE she is on the front porch of our building.

She gets the answers on her phone and yells back seconds after I post on FaceBook here. So she is either a friend on my FaceBook or a follower, because the post she is yelling answers about are set to private and only friends on my FaceBook profile can see them.

But no, I still do not know who porch bitch is as, I am legally blind and she clearly knows this because she always stays at a distance I can not see and runs away if I try to move closer to see her.

End of April 12, 2024 update

May 5, 2024 update

Who is Mark? — Update of FBI investigation into my son’s murder.I am very confused.And again… WHO THE HELL IS MARK?!?!?!What the hell, does listing off all that stuff my father did, have to do with answering the question: “Who is Mark?”“The less you know about Mark the better. He’s digging his own grave. He’s in this as deep as your father. They’ve been working together on a very big scam for a very long time. They think we don’t know, but we do. We know everything. We have surveillance around them both. I just wanted to find out if you knew.”The FBI agent remained adamant that there was no need for me to know who this mystery Mark was, and refused to tell me.He also told me, not to trust Ben.Also in July 2013, I went to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and got a building permit, to add a room to the back of the house, for the baby.The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall has a record of the fact that I got a building permit to add a baby’s nursery to the back of my house!Ben would not take me to the hospital.He absolutely refused to go to the ER.I DID NOT FALL ON THE FUCKING ICE!BEN REFUSED TO TELL THE NURSES WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME!“Her leg is plainly broken. Why’ve you been coming here for 5 months, you should have taken her to the hospital! Can you not see she’s in agony!”Ben said: “We’re paying cash.”“I have an extreme emergency case, a broken spine, broken pelvis, broken hips, broken legs, paralyzed, she can not walk. He’s been carrying her in here every week for 5 months now and leaving without her being treated. He is refusing to take her to the ER. She clearly recently had a baby. This looks like a battered woman case. I’m sending her to you right now. If they do not arrive, let me know, I’ll have the police arrest him.”

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Who is the heck is Mark? I think I just found the source of all the “Wendy said … about Mark…” type slander that is going around locally. I do not know anyone named Mark, unless you count the YouTuber Markiplier, who I watch daily.

It’s near daily, both online and offline for well over a decade now, of wild, crazed rumors of me supposedly “gossiping about Mark” or “trying to get people to hate Mark” ect.

The problem is, I can not figure out who in the heck this “Mark” even is, because I have never heard of anyone named Mark before.

Whenever I ask these people “Who is Mark, what are you talking about?” They always say the same thing: “Oh you know Mark, everyone knowns Mark, he runs the town, Mark don’t need no last name. the whole state of Maine knows Mark, especially YOU what with the way you bad mouth him all day long!”… uhm?

How am I going on about someone I don’t know?

What are they even talking about?

THEY are the ones going “Mark this” and “Mark that” and slapping me name on to what they are saying and I want to know why it is they are lying about me and saying I’m talking about some guy I never even heard of before.

What? 99% of the people who work at the town hall are cousins or uncles of mine, and it’s been that way since the 1920s… and there has NEVER been anyone in my family named Mark, nor has there ever been anyone at the town hall named Mark for well over 200 years.

So, no, there is no one named Mark who runs the town.

And, again, who the hell do these people think I am?

Clearly these people are mixing me up with someone else, AGAIN, because:

• #1 prior to 2010, when I started college, I never set foot off my farm at 146 Portland Ave, EVER, not once since the 1970s, because Ben would not allow it because he is insanely over the top paranoid I might encounter another male. Ben whom I’ve “belonged” to since I was 8, Ben, who is 27 years older then me, and thinks nothing wrong with adult men buying female children, whom only let me go outside on SunDay’s to drive me to church and at Church never let me out of his sight and had meltdowns if anyone male or female tried to talk to me… Ben, who would not let me go to school, terrorizing my parents over the evils of public school because Ben, did not want me to ever met another man, because I at 8 years old was his and no one else could have me, a thing he continues to rave on about now 42 years later; Ben who would not let me get a driver license after my grandmother and mother snuck me out at 15 years old to the DMV to get my permit, Ben who now brags he taught me to drive, but he did so when I was 31 years old, and keeps track of mileage on my car, Ben who controls all money and refuses to allow me to know how to do numbers or math and had a meltdown when he found out I had a job online for KEEN that was paying $600 PER HOUR and he flipped out and shut down my Keen profile while saying I was “evil” for being a female and earning more money then him; …

• #2 I was mute until I had surgery on June 24, 2016, which gave me the ability to talk. Mute because I required a simple one hour day surgery, when I was 14 that Ben refused to let me have because at the time he was in full swing Heaven’s Gate waiting for HaleBopp mode with my uncles and the Alien God Ben believes in does not allow or doctors; and because I was not allowed outside, not allowed to drive a car, and Ben enjoyed the fact that I was mute, I went from the age of 14 to the age of 42 mute, for no reason other then Ben did not want me to be able to talk. The surrey happened June 24, 2016 in a doctors office in the complex behind the Biddeford hospital, and guess who showed up to have a meltdown in the doctors office ? Ben. He was NOT happy about the fact that I had that surgery WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION…I’m only NOW just learning ow to talk, now in 2024!

• #3 I don’t know anyone named Mark. But, Ben does. And my father does. Ben and my Father get together near daily for well over 30 years now, to have gab sessions which last 4 to 5 hours, of them steady none stop complaining of how much they hate the Mormon church, how much they hate someone they call Mark, and recently also how much they hate someone called Biden, whom, I think might be one of the American presidents, though I’m not sure. Ben and my father CLEARLY know someone named Mark, but every time I ask either of them who that is, they wave their hands in my face and say: “No gave you permission to speak, female. The men are talking, go write your books.”…

• #4 I just caught BEN and my cousin Don talking, and THEY were both going back and forth saying to each other “Wendy said… about Mark…” “oh yeah and she was saying … about Mark…” “yeah and did you know Wendy hates Mark because…”Oh yeah and I heard Wendy said… about Mark last week”…. for almost an hour of steady, none stop bold faced lying about me.

• #5 I’m not allowed to have a phone because Ben is paranoid I might talk to another man. Don is my cousin and called Ben, to ask about some weird rumor which Don says is flying around Old Orchard right now, of once again, me supposedly saying something about someone named Mark. He wanted to know “What’s going on between Wendy and Mark?” To which Ben answered “Oh you know how Wendy is, she hates Mark…” wait… what? I don’t even know who this mystery Mark is? How can I hate someone if I don’t even know who they are? What in the hell is Ben even talking about?

• #6 Ben would have a psychotic meltdown if I even HINTED to mentioning another man’s name, EVERYONE who lives in the area has SEEN what Ben does to my car if Ben gets it in his head that another man my have even looked at it! I used to have a 1974 AMC Gremlin, and sitting in tiny little pieces in twelves 5gallon buckets in my yard! Only an idiot who doesn’t know what kind of a deranged man I’m married to would DARE suggest I ever said another man’s name!

The conversation went on and one for nearly an hour of Ben telling Don, one blatant lie after another about me, starting nearly every sentence with “Wendy and Mark…” and yet, I still don’t know who this Mark is, and when I asked Ben, why he was lying to Don about me and who is Mark? Ben got mad at the Saco Unitarian church, and started raving and ranting that they were all evil because they were gay….uhm…wait…what?

What does the Unitarian church in Saco have to do with anything? What is he talking about? What does that have to do with what he was just telling Don?

Ben. The High Priest.

Ben… who is the high priest quorum leader of the Sanford Ward church, and NEVER told them I was crippled with a broken spine and I only just found out last summer that NO ONE in my church even KNEW that I had not attended church.

Ben… whom is one of the 3 people who were the ONLY three people who knew I was going to be at the BugLight Lighthouse November 14, 2013, where the Claire woman murdered BEN’s SON, a baby that Ben denies being the father of, a baby that Ben denies ever existed, …and the Claire woman who crippled me the same time she killed BEN’s baby… in 2013 I was running the 3rd largest egg producing poultry farm in the state of Maine, here at 146 Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach, Maine and it was shut down because Ben shut it down rather then keep it going, while I was paralyzed with a broken spine… by February 2014, ALL the chickens, roosters, bantams were gone. I used to have horses and goats and rabbits as well. But November 14, 2013 the mystery woman who calls herself Claire crippled me while I was 8 months pregnant with BEN’s baby and killed BEN’s son, and Ben not only did not care that his son was murdered, but he also, did not care about keep a 200 year old egg farm in business either… because I, a female, owned it.

That’s why since November 2013 there are no more horses, goats, rabbits, or thousands of chickens at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

In 2016, when FBI agent Andy Drewer showed up to investigate my son’s murder, after the previous agent had moved to Florida, the first thing he said to me after introducing himself was: “How well do you trust Ben?” a lot of questions about Ben. Including, to ask if I was aware Ben had left the LDS/Mormon church and was quote: “Attending church with Mark’s wife” unquote.

No. I did not know Ben had left the LDS/Mormon church.

According to the FBI agent, Ben had left the LDS/Mormon church many years ago and was leading a very elaborate double life that he was being very careful not to let me know about.

And what is the FBI agent talking about? What church? What wife?

He tells me, Curtis Lake Church… Ben is going to Curtis Lake Church with “Mark’s wife”, whoever the hell that is… ah… yes, I know that church… they are the ones who like to gather in my driveway and chant that my Volvo is “Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach” because I don’t know… I still can’t figure out how a car can be gay.

That church is almost a 3 hour drive away. It’s not local.

And as I have done with so many other people, I asked the FBI agents the age old question: “Who is Mark?”

To which he replied: “You don’t know do you? I thought you didn’t. Ben and your father have been very careful to not let you know what’s going on. Your father needed money and he put a mortgage on your house at 144 Portland Ave. Are you aware your father solf 144 Portland Ave to your cousin Don?”

Uhm? What?

No. I was unaware of this.

In fact, in 2016 I was still planting and growing my flowers and vegetables at 144 Portland Ave, fully unaware that NINE (9) years earlier my father had sold my land to Don!

I was NEVER NOTIFIED of the sale!

And my father had gone to the Old Orchard Beach town hall WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE OR PERMISSION and ILLEGALLY changed the deed into his name!

And then, he also ILLEGALLY changed the deed of 148 Portland Ave and put it into my mother’s name!

My father stole not one, but TWO pieces of land from me, and then scammed Don into paying him for one and my mother into paying him for the other, because according to the FBI, my father had hired a private investigator to follow my mother and her 2nd husband Wayne, and then paid the detective with a fake check, for twenty-six thousand dollars resulting in the detective going through some loan shark collection agency in Portland to get the money back from my father.

According to the FBI agent, that $26k disappeared. He said my father used the fake deed to my 144 Portland property to take out a bank loan for $26k, to pay the detective, but then gave the detective a fake check, and no one, including the FBI has been able to find that $26k or what my father did with it.

The loan shark agency, was supposedly connected to some gang. And according to the FBI agent, the detective did this is October 2013, a few weeks after the backhoe drove over my house and a few days before my son’s murder and my being crippled.

THAT was the FBI agents answer when I asked him: “Who is Mark?”

What the hell did my father get himself invollved in? I have no clue. I knew none of this before the FBI agent told me.

The FBI agent went on to say: “I gathered you were unaware of what your father had been doing.” And went on to list off other things my father had done: 2 house foreclosures in my name, more than a dozen car repossessions in my name, 27 credit cards in my name — EACH maxed out to over $20k; more than a hundred bank accounts for banks all over the states and in other states.

I never went to school. It wasn’t allowed. I don’t know math or money or numbers. I don’t even know how to use a credit card, let alone how to get one! I’ve never had any of those things, but here was the FBI agent listing off one thing after another, and saying my father has been taking all this stuff out in my name, borrowing tens of hundreds of thousands of dollars in money, in my name… with nothing to show for it. Nothing. FBI says they can trace the money back to my father, but it stops there. He’s not spending it. He’s not buying things. He never has any money. He’s daily borrowing money from Ben and never paying Ben back.

I’ve never had electricity or running water, there is no electric hookups or water hook ups on my land at all, and yet, CMP had tens of thousands of unpaid electric bills from all over the state of Maine, all in my name, and the FBI suspects, all taken out by my father.

What does any of this have to do with answering the question: “Who is Mark?” I don’t know.

All of this about my father stealing money and land and everything else, THAT was the FBI’s agent’s answer to the question: “Who is Mark?”

But when I asked again, “Who is Mark and what is any of this about my father to do with someone called Mark?”

The FBI agent answered with this:

They just said they know who he is and are keeping a close watch on him as a person of interest connected to my son’s murder, but that he might be being framed same way others were being framed.

The FBI agent said there are a lot of people involved in this that I don’t need to know who they are, I just need to know that the FBI agents are keeping a close eyes on everyone and that even though a lot of the people involved think they are doing a good job of covering their tracks, the FBI knows about their attempts to hide evidence and plant evidence.

The FBI agents said, don’t worry, they got everything under control. Whatever that means.

And that has always confused me, but now, as I am relearning to walk, and am to the point, now in 2024, of being able to go outside again… I am now learning, Ben has been VERY busy, building up a massive lie about me.

Ben has done everything in his power to hide from me, the fact that he left the LDS/Mormon church, over a decade ago.

He still reports going to weekly temple trips with Rick, even though the FBI agents says Rick moved to Utah 8 years ago.

Ben still reports updates on Steve Shaw and Larry and Bishop Provenchar. Leaders in the church, back in the 1990s. People I know. But people I’ve not seen or heard from since 2013, because I’ve been crippled in bed since 2013, and no one from the church has visited me. Not once.

But, locals informed me a few weeks ago, that Bishop Provincha has not been Bishop in a decade and he also got divorced and moved to Utah and… according to locals, Ben spends an inordinate amount of time with Proventicar’s now ex-wife.

Every Sunday Ben is coming back talking about these men who run the church with him, going on and on about what they did this week.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, Ben’s going to the Boston Temple with them.

And now I’m being told- Ben lost his temple recommend over a decade ago, he’s not allowed to set foot in any temple. And those people, he’s supposedly doing all this stuff with, haven’t lived in Maine for years!

Ben ain’t going no where with them!

Ben’s been lying about EVERYTHING about all his churc activies and church trips, for over a decade!

And I had no clue, because I’m bedridden, I get can’t out of bed to attend church. I had no way to check if he was lying, but also, I had no reason to suspect him of lying.

Ben and I attended that church every Sunday for 42 years. They WERE people that he USED to go on those trips with, so it was a very believable lie.

I’m told by members from both the Saco Ward church AND the Sanford Ward church, that not only did Ben NOT tell anyone at either church I was crippled, dying, and spending the last 10 years relearning to walk… nor did he tell them his son was murdered, but he also never told them we had a son at all…. and… they say Ben told them I had become an anti-Mormon and had left the church… they also say Ben is the one telling people I believe in aliens and UFO… AND they say Ben is the one telling people that I believe my car is haunted.

My car is not haunted, and I’m so sick of people saying it is.

And I don’t believe in aliens or UFOs. Ben on the other hand is a MUFON member, and classifies himself as a ufologist.

I’m horrified to find out that Ben is the one who has been spreading those rumors, because he’s fully aware I don’t believe in that alien, ufo, ghosts, demons, mumbo-jumbo bullshit!

It gets worse.

Several of them say that Ben refers to me as “the daughter of a friend” while others said Ben claimed I was his daughter.

• I’ve been married to Ben since August 13, 1987.
• I had 7 miscarriages between 1987 and 2006.
• Most of them happened before I was 17.
• Ben’s been the father of all of them.
• Since 2006 I’ve only had sex once.
• March 2013, again, Ben.
• And he did know I was pregnant.
• I told him, in July 2013.
• The backhoe drove over my house less than 2 weeks later.

That same month, vandals were dumping construction trucks full of bagged garbage on my land on top of my garden.

August 4, 2013, Ben and my Father arrived at my yellow house, to say they were bringing a friend over on the weekend, to haul the garbage away.

August 8, 2013, instead of a dump truck arriving to haul out the garbage, a backhoe arrived and drove over the house. The police arrived and found that the backhoe driver had with him forged documents from the Old Orchard Beach Town hall, issuing him a demolition permit, that my father paid for. The town hall reported that Ben drove my father to the town hall to get that forged document filed.

The whole REASON we HAD the above BEFORE picture, which was taken July 4, 2013, was because that was the day we (me and Ben) started the construction of the add on of the baby’s room, and we took pictures around the entire house at the start of the construction of baby Xavier’s bedroom.

Hell, if you zoom in you can even see the building permit in the bay window just above the trunk of my car!

That’s what happened to my Guiness World Record winning Uncle Scrooge McDuck comic book collection. It was in that house when the backhoe drove over it.

That’s what happened to my Lord sesshomaru CosPlay that people knew me for for years. It was in that house when the backhoe drove over it.

That’s also what happened to the baby bassinet, the baby cloths, the baby supplies, the new baby bedroom that was half built by August 2013. It was in that house when the backhoe drove over it.

My 8th pregnancy was the first one to make it to 5 months without a miscarriage and so it was a huge celebration, one that everyone at college knew about.

My art teacher Hillary, at Southern Maine Community College was hovering concerns all semester, over my being in her Buglight Studio art class, due to paint supplies stored in the art studio might be bad for the baby, so, every class I was in that semester, she did outside, on the pier of the BugLight Lighthouse… the pier where on November 14, 2013 my baby was murdered by a stranger calling herself Claire and accusing me of trying to kill her husband.

Ben’s reaction to the golf club attack was bizarre to say the least.

And I could not move. I was paralyzed from my waist down.

Every week, for 5 months, Ben carried me to his car, and drove to the Biddeford Free Clinic at the Ross Center, in Biddeford.

Every week, his story to the woman at the desk was the same… “She fell on the ice and hurt her back, it’s not that bad, we can wait, let others go ahead.”

In 2013, I was still mute. I would not have the surgery that gave me the ability to speak, until June 24, 2016, three years later… so I could not the nurse at the Ross Center Free Clinic that BEN WAS LYING about what had happened.

February 2014… once again at the clinic, now 5 months in agony, this time, the woman came out from behind her desk to look at me herself. She took one look at my leg and said:

I had medical insurance. He did not need to pay cash.

He wanted to pay cash so there would be no record of the baby’s death and the doctors figured that out immediately. They said so right to his face.

Ben and the old Catholic nun nurse had a yelling match at each other over why I should or should not be in the hospital.

The old nurse, then picked up the phone and said:

She then gave us the address for a Veteran’s Medical Center on the Ross Road in Saco, and told Ben to take me there right now.

He did. But he ONLY did because she threatened to have the police arrest him, if he didn’t.

He was ready to go back home again, tuck me back in under the tarp:

Outside, under a tarp, under seven feet of snow, paralized, unable to sit up let alone walk… ALONE… Every week, Benn tucked me back in there, and then left. … to go sleep and eat in a nice warm mansion in Wells.

Every week for 5 months, I lay there with a non-stop issue of blood, caused by the dead baby.

Before November 2013, I lived fine under that tarp which was put up May 2006. But after November 14, 2013, I could not cook, I could not eat, I could not do anything.

And for 5 months, Ben there did not think there was anything wrong with that.

And he was outright telling the old nun at the Ross Center: “It’s okay, I’ll just take her home. She’s not hurt that bad. She can sleep it off.” But he wasn’t telling the nun, “home” was an 8x6 tarp, which at that moment was buried under 7 feet of snow.

So while the old nun was horrified by what she was seeing happening at the Ross Center, she had no clue the reality of how bad things really were, or how little Ben cared if I lived or died. And he did not want her to know about the tarp, he did not want to police to find out, I had spent the first 5 months of being crippled, alone, under that tarp. with NO ONE checking in on me.

He was literally coming back once a week, to see if I was still alive, and if I was, take me to the Ross Center Free Clinic, to PRETEND he cared.

What changed February 2014?

I passed out from the 5 months of blood lose on the front hall of the Ross Center.

I likely would have died within the next 24 hours. I was THAT bad off. And Ben was just going to take me back “home” again.

And THAT is why the old nun threatened to have Ben arrested if he did not take me to the Veterans Hospital, immediately. And she had Ben so scared he was going to be arrested that he drove to the Veterans Hospital.

And once there, the female doctor, took me off to a room, where she kept me for 5 hours, while a hole bunch of people, kept asking the same question: “Where’s the baby? We can tell you just had a baby? Where is the baby? Did he do something to the baby?”

That was the start of my endless years of medical hell.

Being sent to surgeons all over the state, being sent to physical therapy, and having police and FBI agents hovering around during many of my hospital visits.

All the while with Ben scared out of his mind, an nurses giving him hell for the 5 months of me being denied medical treatment after the gold club attack of November 14, 2013, which I did not get treated for until February 2014.

The baby’s pulverised remains, were buried on my land. It was the last thing I was able to do before my broken legs gave out completely, November 2013.

Since 2013, people have arrived on my land with construction diggers, backhoes, excavators, bobcats, all ILLEGALLY… digging holes all over my yard, cutting down trees, and ripping up apple orchards, grape vineyards, and rose bushes, in their endless desperate search to find my son’s grave.

Between 2013 and 2024, I’ve had to dig up my son and move his grave over a dozen times.

Originally there was a tombstone, to mark the grave, I’ve had to take it down nd leave my one’s grave unmarked, because there is someone who REALLY wants ALL evidence of his existence erased.

In September 2020, the 3rd largest vandalism attack on 146 Portland Ave happened, and it was done in such a way to frame my uncle Bruce… except he died November 2019… the FBI and the Old Orchard Beach police, said, don’t anyone exact details of what happened, and don’t move anything… we have pictures of how everything is… just say on Facebook, that another attack happened and you know it wasn’t Bruce Bruce is dead, we want to see what happened.

A few hours after I posted the FaceBook post as the police had instructed, someone returned to my land, and changed the evidence, to make it look like me cousin Don had done it.

AND… they left something else… the police know what it is, as they collected it as evidence… but whoever did this… they know my father has diabetes and tried to frame my father, by making it look like his diabetes equipment had fallen out of his car. They went very far to frame both my cousin Don and my father, for something, that days before, they had framed my uncle Bruce for. They knew my father’s medicine, but they didn’t know it had been changed a year prior.

2022, one of my father’s nurses was arrested by the FBI, they did not tell us why, only that they did it. She was arrested from the house across the street, out of the apartment building the Saco Ward church houses it’s missionaries in. All we know is she was somehow connected to the September 2020 event.

May 2021, the police allowed us to tell Don what had happened to my land September 2020. An Old Orchard Beach police officer stood their silently listening as Ben called Don on speaker phone and told Don, someone had cut down the 15 foot cedar trees across the front of my land, and had stolen Don’s boat and put it in my driveway.

The first thing Don said was: “It wasn’t Mark was it? You know how much Mark hates Wendy.”

Ben immediately shushed Don, told him not to talk about Mark right now, explained “Wendy is with me” but did not tell Don the police officer was also there. Don, confirmed that yes, that was his boat, and no, he had not told anyone to move it, then explained two separate incidents, one with his septic tank and one with an electrician, both taking over $10k from him to do work, but then never doing the work, and asking, “Could they have used the money to vandalism her yard and that’s why they never did the work I paid them to do?”

During this conversation I asked Don: “Who is Mark?” Don said, “He’s the guy who always vandalises your yard. His family tresspasses on your land every time you’re not home. His wife is the one who stole your azaleas and rhododendrons. They’ve been stealing your plants for years.”

But once again, Ben made a very big point of shutting Don up, and it became VERY clear at that point that Ben KNOWS who Mark is and Ben does NOT want me to know who Mark is. But I don’t know why. That part confuses me.

I don’t know how much I can trust Ben anymore.

In the past few months, as I get up out of bed more and more often, continuing to relearn to walk, strengthening my legs and back and bein able to stand up for now a few hours to a time instead of just a few minutes, Ben seems to be becoming increasingly hostile, increasing agitated, and increasingly nerves and jumpy.

In the last couple of weeks, he’s become VERY full of outbursts and anger, ESPECIALLY over the FBI hotline for HIS son’s murder… and most recently, he has become daily enraged over the fact that images of the Clair woman are now on my car.

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
Do you know who this woman is? She beat my 8 month old infant son’s head in with a golf club. We don’t know who she is…medium.com

In fact… it’s starting to look like he knows who the Claire woman is.

His son was murdered and a normal man, would turn hell inside out to find his son’s killer… and yet, Ben’s doing everything in his power to erase all evidence that his son ever existed at all, and has outright told me many times now “Call off the FBI! This is stupid! The FBI is harassing that poor woman and her family!”

Wait… what?

Ben said that last week.

What poor woman and her family i being harassed by the FBI?

What is he even talking about?

Which brings us to today… and a phone call from Don. Don, said, that “Mark’s wife” is very upset that the FBI just questioned her about her connection to my son’s murder.

So my question is now, not only: “Who is Mark?” but now also: “Who is Mark’s why?” … and “Why is the FBI looking at this mystery Mark and his equally mystery wife, as being involved in my son’s murder?”… and “Why is Ben so angry about that?” and… “Why would anyone think I had the power to call off the FBI?” I don’t control the FBI. It’s stupid for anyone to think that.

I remain as ever, very confused, but now more so than ever, because Ben is very, very, VERRY angry over the FBI and them apparently closing in on a new lead involving our son’s murder.

The biggest question of all is this: What is Ben so scared the FBI is going to find out? And why is Ben acting like this about his own son’s murder? Why doesn’t Ben want the FBI to find his son’s killer?

And with how angry Ben is right now, I can not help but think back to 2016, when FBI agent Andy Drewer showed up to investigate my son’s murder, after the previous agent had moved to Florida, the first thing he said to me after introducing himself was: “How well do you trust Ben?”

Ben has been lying a lot. About a lot of things. Things he does not know I know about. Because he does not know the FBI agents questioned me about the things Ben was doing.

Why did Ben leave the church?

Why didn’t Ben tell me he left the church?

Why has Ben been pretending to still go to church activities and do church things with church people… who… don’t even live in Maine any more?

Why did Ben never tell anyone at church I was crippled?

Why did Ben lie, and tell people I became an anti-Mormon and left the church?

I’ve been bedridden, struggling to stay alive, with life threatening injuries, spendina decade relearning to walk, wondering the entire tim why not once did anyone from church visit me, not home teachers, not visiting teachers, not the bishop…. no one. Not once in 10 years of struggling to stay alive, struggling to relearn to walk.

And now I find out, they were never told about my injuries at all. Worse, they were lied to and told I had left the church!
Why?

Why did he do that?

The FBI agents, says he believes Ben knows who the Claire woman is and his covering up for her.

Why would he do that?

She murdered his son and crippled his wife, almost killed his wife… why would he protect her identity?

Why was no one at church told our son was murdered?

So many questions.

Ben just looks more and more guilty of being involved every day.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t think I can trust Ben anymore.

It really is starting to look like Ben is orchestrating EVERYTHING and has gone out of his way to cut off EVERYONE and ANYONE who I might ever go to. But I can not understand why would he do something like that? I am so confused.EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE
aka Full details of the events surrounding my son’s murder and my becoming crippledmedium.com

Nor can I trust my mother, or her sister, or 2 of her brothers or ANYONE from their families.

Why?

Because of SMW (an aspect of the FBI investigation, that has no public information).

There is much going on, we can not talk of due to the FBI investigation, and that include another person, one connected to my mother, her sister, 2 of her brothers, and their FaceBook, Twitter, and Pinterest accounts.

SMW is a social media account, that appears on FaceBook, Twitter, and Pinterest… on my mother’s accounts, on her sister’s accounts, on two of her brothers’ accounts, and on nearly all of the adult children and grandchildren accounts of those 4 people.

In total SMW appears on the accounts of over 40 — FORTY- of the Atwaters.

And ALL 40 of those Atwaters, have REFUSED to answer the FBI agents questions regarding their connection to the SMW account.

SMW was involved in EVERY violent event, INCLUDING the bomb of 2006 AND my son’s murder in 2013.

SMW is the part that is kept from the public.

SMW has a a social media account that is connected to EVERYTHING.

EVERYTHING.

SMW is the one thing, the one thread, that is connected to every single thing.

But of particular not is my mother. The SMW appears on ALL of my mother’s social network accounts.

I just checked. It’s still there.

June 2016, the FBI told me to cut off all contact with ANYONE who has that SMW account on their friend list.

My mother refused to unfriend SW. She also refused to say who SMW was.

The FBI arrested SMW June 2016.

Fbi arrested SMW in 2016, for attempted murder, stalking, and hiring a hitman.

SMW already served a 2 year sentence and is back out.

SMW knows who Claire is.

But SMW refused to tell the police or FBI who Claire was, citing a need to protect SMW’s son who SMW said Clair will kill if SMW revealed who Claire was.

Claire is the one the fbi is looking for.

And SMW will be arrested again if SMW gets near me. But I don't even know who SMW is!

It is my mother’s rabid devotion and relentless refusal to remove SMW from any of her social media accounts, even after FBI Agent Andy Drewer went to her house and asked her to do so, telling my mother that by refusing to do so, she puts my life in grave danger… that has caused, not only my mother, but also my mother’s Atwater relations, and my husband Ben, to have all been put under FBI scrutiny.

My mother is still social media friends with SMW, even though I am crippled for the rest of my life and her grandson is dead, something that SMW was directly involved in. SMW is the other person who was at the college November 14, 2013, the one I never mention, the one that got caught, the one that went to prison, the one I never mention because the FBI is not looking for SMW, because they already caught, arrested, and sentenced SW.

My mother values remaining friends with SMW, over her own family.

I blocked my mother everywhere because the FBI agents told me to block everyone in the family who had SMW on their friends list.

According to the FBI THAT account, SMW, is the ringleader who works people up into a frenzy. Is the one who sends people like “porch bitch” to my driveway, and some woman who calls herself “Deana” to the Golden Rooster Restaurant while I eat.

Also according to the FBI, SMW owns a house on my street: Portland Ave. Old Orchard Beach, Maine. They showed which house — behind Landre’s Shop and Save Market. It takes a healthy person under 4 minutes to walk to my farm from there.

I don’t know who SMW is.

I don’t know anyone named SMW.

But more than 40 Atwaters had SMW on their friends list.

And when the FBI had me go into their Portland office to id pictures of the woman who attacked me at college. The woman they THOUGHT was Kendra, is NOT the woman who attacked me. And the woman they THOUGHT was Claire, is also NOT the golf club woman. And it is VERY apparent, that the Kendra and Claire who attacked me, were TRYING to LOOK like the woman the FBI suspected.

And that’s where SMW comes in.

Because SMW I DID pick out of the pictures, but SMW is NOT the person the FBI was expecting I would identify them as.

In investigating SMW, they learned KSMW works in theatre, specifically, costume making and makeup. SMW is a CosPlayer and can make anyone look like anyone else.

But I have Autism, low functioning, savant, Autism. The kind of Autism seen in the movie RainMan. No matter how good a disguise, you can not fool me. I see ALL the details and it only takes me a split second to commit them all to memory.

The FBI thinks SMW tried to frame, someone named Claire, tried to convince me, a specific Claire attacked me. But the Claire, the FBI thought was the attacker — it’s not the same woman as the Claire who actually attacked me. The FBI had pictures of who they thought Claire was, and, no, the woman they showed me is NOT the woman who attacked with the golf club. 

So they showed me other pictures.

The woman who owns that SMW account is who the Fbi said I identified. SMW wasn’t the one welding the golf club, so SMW only got 2 years in prison.

The two who called each other Kendra and Claire. And they made a VERY big point of calling each other Claire and Kendra  A LOT. They really, really, REALLY wanted me to know their names were Claire and Kendra, which as I’ve stated right along, made me think, those were NOT their real names. Their dialogue was too fake. People don’t talk like that in real life. People do not say their own names over and over. “I am Kendra” “I am Claire” over and over and over — that’s NOT normal. They went big time overboard in making sure I knew those two names, which, indicates, those were not their real names, they were just names they wanted me to believe were their names.

But that is odd, because I know no one named Claire or Kendra. And they acted like they thought I would know those names.

The fbi traced SMW back to NaNoWriMo. They said SMW had been stalking me online since 2004. And that on October 14, 2006, SMW put out a request on the NaNoWriMo Maine forum for someone to kill me. The grease fryer bomb blew up the house October 18, 2006. The FBI arrested PM, whm the FBI said was my mother’s sister’s ex for that, the FBI said he answered SMW’s forum hit man request, because SMW was a friend of my mother’s sister and he was trying to impress my mother’s sister to get her to marry him. He was arrested and sentenced in 2016, ten years after the bomb, to 14 years for attempted murder and for building the bomb that blew up the blue house in 2006, and he is still in prison, now in 2024, and several other bombs have been found, his sentence keeps getting longer with each bomb that gets connected to him.

The FBI said they tried to interview my mother, her sister’s family, and two of her brothers’ families to find out who Claire was, but that ALL of them either threw him out, wouldn’t talk to him at all, or clammed up the minute anyone heard the name Claire. And they all became very defensive over SMW’s social media accounts being friended to each of their accounts.

And yet, people online and offline keep asking WHY I won’t talk with my mother, why I blocked her and her relatives on all social media.

The FBI very specifically told me to NOT have contact with ANYONE who has SMW on their social media. To block them, and shun them. Remove all contact with them from my life.

It is SMW, that I can not give more details of.

As I have said before, there is a LOT more going on, then what has been publically told, and it’s all the things connected to SMW that are not publicly released.

SMW, is using blackmail, death threats, and extreme levels of intimidation, towards EVERYONE connected to their social media accounts. No one connected to SMW can be trusted, because they are each to scared of SMW to disobey anything SMW.

My mother chose SMW over the live of her daughter and her grandson, and that’s why I cut off all contact with my mother.

My son is dead and I am crippled for the rest if my life, and my mother, his grandmother, doesn’t care. And every time she shows up here, the ONLY thing she ever does is yell “take that shit off your car, we don’t need the FBI snooping around! and “take that fucking phone number off your website! the FBI doesn’t need to know our business!”.

My mother NEVER has any other reason for stopping by. She’s spent the last ten years pretending I was not crippled, slandering me online and offline trying to convince people that HER cats were mine, and outright refuses to acknowledge I had a son, let alone that he was murdered.

And I don’t see any reason why I should feel anything but revulsion for anyone who aiding and abetting Claire, or anyone who is actively covering up for Claire, or anyone who demands I take the FBI phone number off my car or my website, or any one who in any way tries to hinder the FBI investigation.

ANY ONE… including Ben.

Benn, who is now raving and ranting, demanding the removal of the FBI phone number from my car and my website, with Ben making threats to take away my car and shut down my website.

Ben: the father of the baby that was murdered… the father, of the baby whom the FBI is trying to locate the killer of… the dead baby’s FATHER is now demanding the FBI investigation be stopped.

Why?

Only people involved have any reason to try to stop the fbi investigation. Only the guilty have reason want the fbi witness hotline phone number taken down

And now, I’ve also blocked Ben on social media, because SMW has made an appearance on his accounts as well, and it’s disturbing. It VERY disturbing… because according to Ben’s own social media posts. he’s known SMW for well over a decade, and has been giving SMW rides to various churches, stores, a lot of places.

There is now evidence, that it was SMW, who convinced Ben to leave the Mormon church in March 2015, days before the April 10, 2015 attack on my farm.

There is evidence that SMW is the one who convinced Ben to hide his own son’s murder from the Mormon Church.

There is evidence that SMW is the one who convinced Ben to hide his wife’s being crippled from the Mormon Church.

I am left very confused by all of it.

end of May 5, 2024 update

May 14, 2024 update:

Readers Who Engage With Hundreds of Medium Writers Each Day aka More Thoughts on Relearning To Walk - A look at life with a broken spine

Answering a question I found on another Medium page. Here is the page:

Stay On Top Of Your Medium Engagement Game (Here’s How)Can’t Keep Up?

Here is the question:

>Do they spend their whole day engaging???

Here is my answer:

Lol! I am one of these readers, and yes, I do. I joined Medium in 2021, but did not start writing on Medium until 2024, just a few weeks ago.

I have been bedridden with a broken spine, since November 14, 2013, and in the first few years, I was relearning to sit up and reuse my arms, relearning to eat, hold a spoon, etc.

It was not until 2016 that I have regained enough use of my arms again to go back to drawing and writing.

I had to relearn to type, relearn to draw, relearn to paint.

In 2021, I had progressed to walking with a cane. Very limited. Only a few hundred feet a day, but it’s a start. No more wheelchair.

From 2021 to currently now in 2024, my main physical therapy focus is relearning to walk my dog, attempting to reach walking a mile a day. (Before the injury, me and my previous dog walked 13 miles a day and aqua jogged on the beach).

Well, if you notice the 2021 restarting walking outdoors, coincides with my joining Medium as a reader.

Since 2021, I have regained use of my arms and hands and fingers, and am able to type, write, draw, paint… and read… again. Things that I had spent since 2013, relearning.

This is why I was not online at all the entire year of 2014 and 2015, and into the middle of 2016. Interestingly, the 2014 and 2015 were the same years MOST of my social media account (including both Twitter and FaceBook) most of my forum accounts (including the infamous KBoards incident), and my website (eelkat.com) were all hacked by a mega deranged troll who spent 2014 to 2016 posting via my accounts, pretending to be me, to make it look like I was still online, even though I was offline and incapable of even getting online due to being paralyzed and having no use of my hands. (The FBI believes the hacker to have been the golf club wielding woman who crippled me).

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 Do you know who this woman is? She beat my 8 month old infant son’s head in with a golf club. We don’t know who she is…medium.com

A broken spine means losing use of arms and legs and hands and feet and neck… things you take for granted. Well, that means I could not hold a book to read either.

People think, if you are bedridden, you can at least read.. no… not if you can not hold a book. Not if you can not sit up to look at a screen.

So, 2021, is when you saw me able to sit up, move my arms, and hold books or a mouse to click a computer screen again. Thus, the rise in my reading online on Medium.

I became a rabid reader.

While I am now progressed to relearning to use my legs, I am still out of bed for fewer than two hours a day, meaning I am still in bed twenty-two hours a day. That means, yes, I am on Medium ten, twelve, or more hours a day.

And, a few weeks ago, as I started writing on Medium myself and I wondered how many pages I read each week, so I made a list. Every time I read a page I saved it to the list. At the end of 7 days, it had over two thousand pages on the list.

I read roughly 230, yes, two hundred and thirty, Medium pages each and every single day.>Do they spend their whole day engaging???

Yes, I DO spend the entire day engaging with other Medium writers, reading, clapping, highlighting, and commenting hundreds of times on hundreds of pages daily.More Pages in this series:

• Relearning to Walk

• If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 Do you know who this woman is? She beat my 8 month old infant son’s head in with a golf club. We don’t know who she is…

• Frustrations of relearning to walk A look at how far I’ve come in 10 years of physical therapy, and how much further there is still to go before I can…

• Who is Mark? — Update of FBI investigation into my son’s murder. I am very confused.

• Why my motorhome was painted pink — If you have any info please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

• I HATE gay haters and here’s why. I just read the page linked here. This resonates so much with me.

• EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE aka Full details of the events surrounding my son’s murder and my becoming crippled

• Readers Who Engage With Hundreds of Medium Writers Each Day aka More Thoughts on Relearning To Walk A look at life with a broken spine

• Relearning to Walk

• Tomorrow is Easter…but my son was murdered, so Easter is a day of Hell.Tomorrow is Easter

• Do Problematic author lists make anyone else uncomfortable? When gay haters drive backhoes over Gay Romance author houses and then use a golf club to murder said author’s 8 month…

end of May 14, 2024 update:

She had zebra stripe blond hair. About a dozen stripes each 3 to 5 inches wide, pale white blond alternated with dark sand blond almost brown. She was the murderer. She is the one the FBI is looking for.

If you know who this woman is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Her hair was so insanely unique, so incredibly distinctive, that I am shocked we have gone 11 years without anyone being able to identify her. We are talking weird cosplay cyberpunk type hair, here.

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

The woman who calls herself "Claire" changes her hair colour frequently. and has a different hair colour EVERY time she has shown up.

The first time, November 14, 2013, her hair was near white, blonde, with several 2-3" wide dark brown stripes in it (Like reverse of Lily Munster).

When she showed up in my 146 Portland Ave driveway a year later, towing a toddler in a red radio flyer wagon, her hair was sandy-red.

When she showed up at Scarborough WalMart where I was working, in 2016, her hair was blonde and red balayage layer stripes.

When she showed up at my 27 High Street Biddeford apartment with a black man driving a yellow Mitsubishi GX sportscar, her hair was dark burgundy red. There were multiple times throughout 2016 to 2019.

When she showed up at my Main Street/Cutt Street Biddeford apartment throughout 2019 to 2022, her hair was one time dark bright purple, and other times unnatural rainbow red, and other time dark purplish red.

She was last seen in 2023, in my driveway, that time with reddish-orange hair.

Always a pageboy cut.

She yells out "I'm Claire, you tried to kill my husband", but I know no one named Claire, nor anyone who has a wife named Claire. No one in my family can figure out who she is. We only know the name Claire, because she calls herself Claire, and does so as though she thinks I should know who she is. The manner in which she yells "I'm Claire!" is like an enraged ex wife or ex girlfriend confronting a man's different replacement wife/girlfriend. It is as though she believes I am some girlfriend of her husbands. The way in which she yells "I'm Claire '' is as though she thinks I should know who Claire is.

I have been with Ben since I was EIGHT years old! The whole thing was arranged by my uncle Dickie. I was never allowed to date or fall in love with someone of my choosing. I was not even yet a preteen. I have been with him for over 40 years. I never went to school or had contact with any other men. Ben is the only man I have ever been with. So, whoever this Claire woman thinks I am, she clearly has me mixed up with someone else.

No one I know recognizes her when she shows up. The police officers whom had tried running after her, say they do not know her.

She most often shows up in a small silver pickup truck with 2 and a 1/2 doors. But she has shown up in a rusted old 1980s green pickup truck, a small 4 door white pick up truck with big off road tires, a small red "metro-type" mini car 1990s vintage, a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, a 2000s vintage 4-door navy blue sedan Buik, a burgundy large jumbo sized pick-up truck, and a yellow mistibite sportscar (the yellow Mitsubishi is ALWAYS driven by a black man). The gold Volvo is the only one she has ever been driving, the others are always driven by a younger white man who always wears a bright red baseball cap pulled over his face.

NOTE: this is NOT the BIG 4-door pick-up truck, woman from the 2016 to 2017 attacked. Tht truck was impounded by police and the woman who owned it and the bald man who drove it were arrested. They were people from the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and were connected to the $30million tax money the town manager stole. That is believed by police to be a completely separate series of events that is NOT connected to this Claire woman.

This Claire woman is the one who broke my spine, crippled me, and murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College in the BugLight LightHouse parking lot at the SMCC art studio.

She almost always wears a light blue chambray men-shirt as a jacket. She often wears red flannel buffalo check shirts underneath.

She is ALWAYS yelling and screaming, very loud, very hysterical, and appears to be either very drunk or very high on mind altering drugs, whenever she shows up. She is making constant hate slurs about minorities, a lot of transphobic ramblings, frequently mentions "remember Saco Shaws", she makes tons of racist slurs, she uses the terms "transvestite freak" and "gaypocalypse" often. Her verbology is over all extremely hostile, and she is constantly spewing verbal death threats. She has a VERY high strung, agitated, chip on her shoulder type, personality.

She is NEARLY ALWAYS armed with stick-like things she uses as a weapon.

A golf club at the college in 2013, pvc pipes at High street apartment, a shopping cart at WalMart.

She shows up in wild crazed furies, screaming, yelling, and wielding an item and just started hitting me with it. She often chants the phrase "transvestite freak" and was doing so the 2016 Christmas day, that Biddeford police tried to arrest her. She escaped by running from High street to Pike street, where the officers lost track of her.

I have no clue who she is or why she attacks.

She seems to think I am someone she knew in school, as she often yells "You haven't changed, you are just like you were in high school!"... but I was homeschooled. I did not go to public school. Also, she is at least 20 to 30 years older than me.

The FBI believes she possibly went to school with my mother and has got me mixed up with my mother.

The FBI, says, her attacks coincide with posts my mother makes on FaceBook, and the FBI believes this woman THINKS she is attacking my mother and for some reason has me and my mother mixed up.

The day she attacked with the black man, the Biddeford police showed up and issued a warning to the black man, but the Claire woman ran down High street and disappeared. The police officers who chased her were unable to find her. They said the black man with her, was from New York and was not a Maine resident, and had a LOT of prior drug arrests. The Biddeford police know who he is, but they do not know who the Claire woman is.

The Claire woman is who the FBI are looking for, She is wanted both for killing my infant son and for attempting to kill me.

While she calls herself "Claire", during the February 2019 attack on the 27 High street building, one of the 5 men who was with her, called her "Valerie". 

UPDATE ADDED April 28, 2024:

I just remembered where I have seen porch bitch before — Guy Gamon — the man who went to prison for raping 28 women and murdering my neighbor in 2016 — she’s the woman who smashed up my Volvo with a baseball bat, February 2019 and is why we had to move to Main street/Cutt street because she did $230k in damages to the 27 High Street apartment building, day after Guy Gamon was sentenced to prison, and caused 9 families to become homeless after the building was condemned due to her smashing out all the windows, doors, appliances, water pipes, ripped up the walls; and wiring of the entire building. The one who arrived with 5 men in a dark blue buick and a yellow Mitsubishi and a silver 2 and a half door pick up truck — AND… CLAIRE — that was the day Claire had her hair dyed red, and had her hand in our mailbox and ran down the driveway screaming “I’m not stealing your mail” — the Claire who murdered my son November 14, 2013 and crippled me with a golf club — porch bitch is the woman who was with Claire during the February 2019 attack on 27 High Street that caused the city to condemn the building — She’s the one who smashed the frame of my car up so bad it was off the road for 3 years while it was being rebuilt. And that means I have video footage of her — a LOT of video footage of her. ..and that also means, she DOES know who Claire is and she IS connected to my son’s murder and my being crippled. She’s connected to Guy Gammon somehow.

The woman with the baseball bat from February 2019, is HUGE — 280 to 300lbs. I’m 220lbs and she’s waaaay heavier then me. She has strawberry blonde sausage curls, looks just like Shirley Temple’s toddler era hair.

I don’t know Guy Gammon, but my mother’s sister, the one who was married to Paul Martel, the Paul Martel who is right now doing 14 years in prison for building the 2 Boston Marathon bombs, the bomb that blew up my house, and the bomb that blew up First Care Health clinic killing my doctor, knows him. That means CLAIRE who murdered my son, IS connected to the Atwaters, and that means, my mother’s sister knows who Claire is. My mother’s sister KNOWS who murdered my son and crippled me. And that means the FBI was RIGHT, it IS the Atwaters behind all of it.

Which also means, the FBI, is right about my MOTHER and not ME being the target. My mother was claiming she owned the house the bomb blew up, but she did not own it, but she had a LOT of people believing she did. And no one knew she had moved out and married Wayne. I knew she moved out, but I did not know she had married Wayne, I had not yet even heard of Wayne. She left in 2005. The bomb blew up the house October 2006.

Guy Gammon was involved with my mother’s cat court case with the police in 2015, somehow, but I don’t know how. My mother was talking about him constantly back then. That era, everyone other word out of her mouth was “Guy Gammon” or “stolen cats” or “Mark and Dan”. I don’t know any of those people were. I met Guy Gammon once, he showed up at the 27 High Street Apartment, attacked me on the stairs, in 2016 — he’s the guy who had to bowie knife with a bullet shell handle and tried to slit my throat. Police arrested him a few minutes later. Only time I ever saw him, and at the time I did not know who he was. Police told me his name a few days later in the courthouse.

Police never did figure out a reason why he attacked me that night. They said he was drunk and assumed he was out of his head and didn’t know what he was doing. But if he’s connected to Claire, does that mean his attack that night was motivated by her prior attack that killed my son and crippled me?

I never made any connection between the two before. Nor would I of, if porch bitch had not been here again last week and got close enough for me to see her.

Wait… my neighbour whom Guy Gamon went to prison for murdering… she had really long red hair, all curly. She could have been Kendra. The Kendra woman DID stop showing up after my neighbour was murdered — her head was beaten in with a baseball bat, on the 1st floor apartment at 27 High St. I was on the 3rd floor.

While the Claire woman has shown up several times, the Kendra woman “vanished” in 2016, she’s not been a part of the attacks after 2016. Was my neighbour who was murdered in 2016, the Kendra woman? The hair was right, it could have been her. Long knee length curly orange red Rapunzel hair is rather a rare thing. Both women had it.

Is the Kendra woman who helped the Claire woman kill my son, dead? Is that who Guy Gammon killed? I never made the connection before.

end of April 28, 2024 update

Seeing how there are dozens of wild rumors flying around Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine this week, rumors that include such ludacris things as demons, kidnapped cats, UFOs, and alien abductions of all things… GOOD GOD the stuff these people are coming up with in their conspiracy theory addled brains is ridiculous! My son was murdered and these local idiots are running around gibbering about cats and aliens as the cause, what even the fuck are they talking about?

I decided it’s time to lay out full details of what happened, with a full time line of all dates, events, and photos of everything that we are allowed to publicly release about the FBI Investigation of my son’s murder. Perhaps, with more details out there, there will be fewer idiots with wild conspiracy rumors getting in the way of the police officers and FBI agents who are doing their jobs and trying to find my son’s killer.

Let’s start at the beginning, the first event which caused a snowball ripple effect that lead to other events, which lead to my son’s murder:

NOTE, below is the unformatted text ported FROM HERE: tinyurl.com/Never-Forget-Xavier. Go there if you want to see the text correctly formatted, and all the photos and videos that are mentioned below.

EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE
aka Full details of the events surrounding my son’s murder and my becoming crippled
Wendy Christine Allen aka EelKat of Squidoo
Wendy Christine Allen aka EelKat of Squidoo

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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 2024. 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.

The woman who calls herself “Claire” changes her hair colour frequently. and has a different hair colour EVERY time she has shown up.

The first time, November 14, 2013, her hair was near white, blonde, with several 2–3" wide dark brown stripes in it (Like reverse of Lily Munster).

She had zebra stripe blond hair. About a dozen stripes each 3 to 5 inches wide, pale white blond alternated with dark sand blond almost brown. She was the murderer. She is the one the FBI is looking for.

If you know who this woman is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Her hair was so insanely unique, so incredibly distinctive, that I am shocked we have gone 11 years without anyone being able to identify her. We are talking weird cosplay cyberpunk type hair, here.

When she showed up in my 146 Portland Ave driveway a year later, towing a toddler in a red radio flyer wagon, her hair was sandy-red.

When she showed up at Scarborough WalMart where I was working, in 2016, her hair was blonde and red balayage layer stripes.

When she showed up at my 27 High Street Biddeford apartment with a black man driving a yellow Mitsubishi GX sportscar, her hair was dark burgundy red. There were multiple times throughout 2016 to 2019.

When she showed up at my Main Street/Cutt Street Biddeford apartment throughout 2019 to 2022, her hair was one time dark bright purple, and other times unnatural rainbow red, and other time dark purplish red.

She was last seen in 2023, in my driveway, that time with reddish-orange hair.

Always a pageboy cut.

She yells out “I’m Claire, you tried to kill my husband”, but I know no one named Claire, nor anyone who has a wife named Claire. No one in my family can figure out who she is. We only know the name Claire, because she calls herself Claire, and does so as though she thinks I should know who she is. The manner in which she yells “I’m Claire!” is like an enraged ex wife or ex girlfriend confronting a man’s different replacement wife/girlfriend. It is as though she believes I am some girlfriend of her husbands. The way in which she yells “I’m Claire ‘’ is as though she thinks I should know who Claire is.

I have been with Ben since I was EIGHT years old! The whole thing was arranged by my uncle Dickie. I was never allowed to date or fall in love with someone of my choosing. I was not even yet a preteen. I have been with him for over 40 years. I never went to school or had contact with any other men. Ben is the only man I have ever been with. So, whoever this Claire woman thinks I am, she clearly has me mixed up with someone else.

No one I know recognizes her when she shows up. The police officers whom had tried running after her, say they do not know her.

She most often shows up in a small silver pickup truck with 2 and a 1/2 doors. But she has shown up in a rusted old 1980s green pickup truck, a small 4 door white pick up truck with big off road tires, a small red “metro-type” mini car 1990s vintage, a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, a 2000s vintage 4-door navy blue sedan Buik, a burgundy large jumbo sized pick-up truck, and a yellow mistibite sportscar (the yellow Mitsubishi is ALWAYS driven by a black man). The gold Volvo is the only one she has ever been driving, the others are always driven by a younger white man who always wears a bright red baseball cap pulled over his face.

NOTE: this is NOT the BIG 4-door pick-up truck, woman from the 2016 to 2017 attacked. Tht truck was impounded by police and the woman who owned it and the bald man who drove it were arrested. They were people from the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and were connected to the $30million tax money the town manager stole. That is believed by police to be a completely separate series of events that is NOT connected to this Claire woman.

This Claire woman is the one who broke my spine, crippled me, and murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College in the BugLight LightHouse parking lot at the SMCC art studio.

She almost always wears a light blue chambray men-shirt as a jacket. She often wears red flannel buffalo check shirts underneath.

She is ALWAYS yelling and screaming, very loud, very hysterical, and appears to be either very drunk or very high on mind altering drugs, whenever she shows up. She is making constant hate slurs about minorities, a lot of transphobic ramblings, frequently mentions “remember Saco Shaws”, she makes tons of racist slurs, she uses the terms “transvestite freak” and “gaypocalypse” often. Her verbology is over all extremely hostile, and she is constantly spewing verbal death threats. She has a VERY high strung, agitated, chip on her shoulder type, personality.

She is NEARLY ALWAYS armed with stick-like things she uses as a weapon.

A golf club at the college in 2013, pvc pipes at High street apartment, a shopping cart at WalMart.

She shows up in wild crazed furies, screaming, yelling, and wielding an item and just started hitting me with it. She often chants the phrase “transvestite freak” and was doing so the 2016 Christmas day, that Biddeford police tried to arrest her. She escaped by running from High street to Pike street, where the officers lost track of her.

I have no clue who she is or why she attacks.

She seems to think I am someone she knew in school, as she often yells “You haven’t changed, you are just like you were in high school!”… but I was homeschooled. I did not go to public school. Also, she is at least 20 to 30 years older than me.

The FBI believes she possibly went to school with my mother and has got me mixed up with my mother.

The FBI, says, her attacks coincide with posts my mother makes on FaceBook, and the FBI believes this woman THINKS she is attacking my mother and for some reason has me and my mother mixed up.

The day she attacked with the black man, the Biddeford police showed up and issued a warning to the black man, but the Claire woman ran down High street and disappeared. The police officers who chased her were unable to find her. They said the black man with her, was from New York and was not a Maine resident, and had a LOT of prior drug arrests. The Biddeford police know who he is, but they do not know who the Claire woman is.

The Claire woman is who the FBI are looking for, She is wanted both for killing my infant son and for attempting to kill me.

While she calls herself “Claire”, during the February 2019 attack on the 27 High street building, one of the 5 men who was with her, called her “Valerie”.

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby…. more details are at eelkat.com/never-forget

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,
please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
Seeing how there are dozens of wild rumors flying around Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine this week, rumors that include such ludacris things as demons, kidnapped cats, UFOs, and alien abductions of all things… GOOD GOD the stuff these people are coming up with in their conspiracy theory addled brains is ridiculous! My son was murdered and these local idiots are running around gibbering about cats and aliens as the cause, what even the fuck are they talking about?

I decided it’s time to lay out full details of what happened, with a full time line of all dates, events, and photos of everything that we are allowed to publicly release about the FBI Investigation of my son’s murder. Perhaps, with more details out there, there will be fewer idiots with wild conspiracy rumors getting in the way of the police officers and FBI agents who are doing their jobs and trying to find my son’s killer.

Let’s start at the beginning, the first event which caused a snowball ripple effect that lead to other events, which lead to my son’s murder:

NSFW — Uhm…Let’s talk about rape and pychos local church nuts who have flip outs for thinking an author is writing about them.

I’m going to mark this page not safe for work because, we’re gonna talk about rape.

So, it is March 8, 2024, and just now, the man who raped me five decades when I was 12, showed up in a rage because one of my relatives told him, that I listed his name, her name, and the names of several other people on an article I wrote 3 hours ago. And according to him a bunch of my relatives are on FaceBook having a fit about what he did or rather, having a fit that I had the audacity to tell anyone what he did, because as one of my uncles put it in his FaceBook post:

“Sluts deserve to be raped and rape deserves to be swept under a rug” — one of my uncles 5 minutes ago on FaceBook.

Let that sink in for a minute.

Now, here’s something else, these FaceBook posts are claiming that I accused him of raping me, saying I listed his name on my latest article. But I did not. You can go read the article for yourself. There are ZERO names on it. Here it is:

NSFW | Can swear words hurt your SEO?
I’m on Reddit just now. I’m always on Reddit, as you can tell. But I just now found yet another thread to yip yap…
medium.com

Can you tell me where exactly it is those names are to be found?

While I HAVE said many times throughout my life that I was raped, I have NEVER ONCE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE said WHO did it. EVER.

Let that sink in for a minute.

Yes. The man they contacted IS the one who raped me, but my question now is this:

How did they know to contact THIS MAN SPECIFICALLY? There were 2,750 priests in that church.
There is absolutely ZERO way for anyone to know who he is, unless HE HIMSELF told them.

Because I never told them.

And I am now left asking: IF my aunts and uncles and parents and cousins KNOW the identity of the rapist, why has none of them ever done anything about it?

But also, they are saying I accused THEM of well, all the things on that list… but again, there are no names there and also it’s not a list, but since they want to call that page a list, let’s make THIS new page and put a list on it and, as you shall soon see, it’s not POSSIBLE for me to NAME my attackers, because I do not know who my attackers were. I did not SEE my attackers. I CAN NOT identify my attackers.

The people right now having meltdowns on FaceBook, saw what they EXPECTED to see me write, instead of seeing what I ACTUALLY wrote.

I have no reason to name them as my attackers, especially given that I have never met any of my relatives, do not know the names of my relatives, and am unable to identify ANY of my relatives from some random Joe off the street.

So, why are they saying I accused them, when I don’t even know them or their names?

Odd. But they ARE saying that I listed their names on Medium. And I have not. Go back and look at all my articles. You can see I have not. You can see they are lying about what it is I said here on Medium, but my question now is: WHY?

Are they ACTUALLY reading MY articles, as they claim? Or is there someone else here on Medium with a different account claiming to be me?

They specified the article I just published. And I only published one article today. This one:

NSFW | Can swear words hurt your SEO?
I’m on Reddit just now. I’m always on Reddit, as you can tell. But I just now found yet another thread to yip yap…
medium.com

Which DOES in fact talk about rape, but it does NOT say the things they are claiming I said. Which leads me to ask WHAT EXACTLY are they reading? And where are they finding these so call lists of names they are talking about? I aim so confused by the things they are saying right now, but I often am.

It’s common since Nov 2021, for my relatives to have fits of FaceBook, a few times a week, that involve a lot of claiming I said things about specific people… but the odd thing is I never said the things they claim, and I have never heard of any of the people they claim I’m talking about.

I don’t know what it is they are reading that they think is me, but, as I have before:

There is such a HUGE problem of people making fake “eelkat” accounts impersonating me, here are the links to my ACTUAL accounts:

eelkat.com | Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter | YouTube | Zazzle |

If you find an account online claiming to be me, that is NOT one of these profiles linked above, there is a 99.99% chance it is a FAKE account impersonating me and only a .001% chance it’s actually me and I just forgot to link it here.

If you are talking to someone claiming to be me on some account not linked there, it is NOT me and you NEED to report the account to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 because he IS aware these fake accounts are showing up, and it appears they are being created by people who are trying to cover up my son’s murder by creating weird crazy accounts in my name to try to make me look crazy. Like all those weird UFO and alien abduction accounts that were created, even though I do not believe in UFOs and have never claimed to be abducted by aliens. The FBI believes the plethora of fake “eelkat” accounts showing up everywhere are being created by friends and family of my son’s murderer.

Maine True Crimes: My Son Was Murdered.
Do you know who this woman is?
medium.com

But… what names?

What list?

What are they even talking about?

And who even are these people?

There are 20+ of them on FaceBook right now, they CLAIM to be relatives, but I’ve never met my relatives, so I can not confirm if any of them is related to me or not. I’ve never heard any of their names before, so I’ve no clue who they are. But they CLAIM that I listed THEM SPECIFICALLY BY NAME on my Medium pages?

What?

What are they even talking about?

The REASON I am making a page about this is because they are posting DEATH THREATS and saying they are going to GO TO MY YARD to vandalise it. So, yeah, now I’m here on Medium writing a page about the threats these weird ass strangers are posting on FaceBook, because I have no clue who these people are, what they are even talking about, or why they are so worked up in raging frenzies.

Clearly they have details about the rape and vandalism that was NEVER MADE PUBLIC which indicates they ARE guilty of being involved, but who the hell are they and why do they suddenly think I listed off their names, and WHERE is this so called list of names they are even talking about? I can’t find it. I don’t know what they are talking about.

These people are absolutely terrifying and I don’t know why they are having these meltdowns, but to go back in time and recap what it is they are referring to, here’s what happened:

I was raped when I was 12 years old, by a priest who was 37 years old. He raped me in the church. It happened more than once. It happened every Sunday until I was 17.

And to deal with what he did I started writing the genre Dark Fantasy CBT-BDSM Rape-Revenge Fantasy Unicorn Porn Yaoi featuring an Autistic main character, specifically so that I could write after the rape revenge scenes of the rape victim going serial killer on the rapists ass.

Quaraun gets raped by random one shot characters in dozens of stories. He later after being raped, hunts the rapist down, chops them up, and gives them to his Master Chef Unicorn, the Unicorn cooks the rapist and Quaraun and BoomFuzzy eat the rapist. BoomFuzzy grinds up the rapists bones to make flour which he uses to bake gingerbread cakes out of, which he sells out of his food truck.

I wrote 138 novels, 423 novellas, and 2k+ short stories that is that one plot over and over again. I don’t write anything else.

I write that to deal with the fact that I was raped when I was 12 years old, by a priest who was 37 years old. He raped me in the church. It happened more than once. It happened every Sunday until I was 17.

When I turned 18 he said I was too old for him and he was feeling guilty and needed to turn over a new leaf. Turning over a new leaf, involved him dragging me to the SACO WARD Bishop's office to call me a prostitute and demand I never be allowed to have a temple recommend (I’m a Mormon and so was he. Keep in mind the emphasis on SACO WARD — because I’ll explain that in a minute.)

The SACO WARD Bishop told his SACO WARD wife I was a prostitute.

His SACO WARD wife told the SACO WARD Relief Society I was a prostitute.

And from the time I was 18 years old, for well over 40 year, and continuing on still to this day, I am bullied and harassed offline and online by 275 women from the Cape Elizabeth Ward, The Portland Ward, The Saco Ward, The Cornish Branch, and The Sanford Wards of The Southern Maine Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. With them calling me such names as slut, whore, sex fiend, and other choice words.

October 16, 2006 this group of women put a grease fryer bomb in my bedroom and blew up my house at 1AM while I was asleep. This house:

That was when I started wearing a wig, because the fire from the bomb, a grease fryer stuffed full of fly tapes and rusty nails, burned off all of my hair.

The bomb was placed in THIS room:

…which I was locked in, as per usual. I was locked in this room from the time I was 8 until I was 31 years old. The bomb was supposed to kill me, and it almost did. But someone saw the house on fire and called the fire department, and fireman saved my life. THAT was how I escaped from the room these people kept me locked in for 27 years. Had the bomb NOT blown a hole in the side of the wall, I would never have been able to get out of this room, and I’d likely still be in it right now. There were more then 40 padlocks on the door and the window had dozens of boards with hundreds of nails over it.

That room was WHY I never learned any kind of numbers or math, why I can not count. That room showed up the day I was taken out of school. I was never allowed to go back to school. I was only let out on Sundays to go to church, 3 hours a week, then immediately back inside that room.

That was also when the FBI arrived. Originally Laura, the FBI agent who was murdered February 2021 and replaced by Andy Drewer who heads the investigation today.

The house, the yard, and that room were roped off while police officers and FBI agents came in and out of it daily. April 17, 2007, the same backhoe which would return in 2013 to drive over my yellow house, arrived at night to drive over this blue house, which sat beside the yellow house. The backhoe destroyed MOST evidence of the room, but not all, as the police and FBI had already removed many items and already had many photos.

If you have any information about the bomb please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 the bomb BUILDER was already found, arrested, and serving a 14 year prison sentence. He was arrested June 2016, a full decade after he built the bomb. He was also one of my uncles. But he only built the bomb. He did not put it in the building. The FBI is currently seeking information as to WHO removed the 40+ padlocks off the door to that room, and placed a yellow grease fryer full of fly tapes and rusty nails, in that room, at 1AM on October 16, 2006. Not many people had keys to those padlocks, so it does narrow the suspect list quite a lot.

The FBI is also seeking any information about ANY PERSON who ever set foot in the room in question. If you have any information please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

This is an active ongoing murder investigation.

EVERYONE who had any knowledge or connection to this room IS CURRENTLY BEING INVESTIGATED — and they have a long list already. The FBI is looking for any and all leads, leading to the arrest of this woman who murdered my son on November 14, 2013, and they believe she may have had some connection to this room:

After the bomb a lot of people were tracked down by the FBI, including Mrs Mullen, an Old Orchard Beach school teacher, who had an interesting story. One I had never heard before. According to her, when I was 8 years old, I was kidnapped from her classroom. And according the the FBI, there was quite a large police investigation looking for me in 1983.

Mrs Bureau (K5), Mrs Smith (G1), Mrs Baudouin (G2), and Mrs Mullen (G3), had been my school teachers. As it turns out, the police had interviewed and investigated all 4 of them, while looking for me, way back in 1983. I don't remember the teachers. I don't remember school. I was only 8 when I was removed from school and homeschooled.

I do not remember being kidnapped out of school. But I do remember my mother having a huge fight in school with Mrs Mullen, my 3rd grade teacher, the day after Grammy Helen’s funeral. I was locked in that room the following day, and never allowed to go to school again.

I met with Mrs Mullen in 2010, she’s now very old, and was ecstatic to see me, and said she had spent years needling the police to look for me, but that the police had given up the search only a few weeks after I went missing. She said my being kidnapped out of her classroom had been a huge devastation to her and that she had lived with the guilt her whole life and was glad to finally see me after so many decades of fretting and worrying about what had happened to me.

The bomb of 2006 was when I started living under the 8x6 tarp, most people know me for:

Police officer Will Watson is the one who built the tarp-tent behind the house and stopped by daily from 2006 to 2015 to check in on me. Yes. I lived under the tarp for 9 years. Police officer Liz Coleman stopped by each week with bags of food.

While I was living under the tarp, my father went into a diabetic coma, was in the hospital for months, and when released from the hospital, was living in his green car, it being parked in front of the tarp. He too, was homeless. He too, escaped.

After the bomb, ALL of my mother’s relatives fled. The aunt and two uncles who had the keys to the padlocks of the room, vanished. To where I do not know. Both of those uncles are now dead. One died in 2013, the other in 2019. The aunt’s husband, an uncle I had never met, and did not know existed, until the FBI arrested him, was the bomb builder, and thus why that particular aunt’s entire family has been under scrutiny by police and FBI since the bomb.

With the death of the 2019 uncle, MOST of the violence stopped. Full cold turkey. Both offline and online harassment vanished completely. The FBI had arrested him for the creation of 27 fake “eelkat” accounts, ALL of the UFO and alien abduction “eelkat” accounts, had been made by him, and from the FBI investigation we now know he had been impersonating me online since AT LEAST 2007.

He was arrested in 2015, for stalking, harassment, and impersonation, but someone paid his $30k bail so he walked out of jail to continue creating fake “eelkat” accounts.

EVERYTHING stopped completely with his death in 2019. All vandalism, all death threats, all online harassment. EVERYTHING.

And then in November 2021, it started up again full force, lead by a woman, no one had ever seen before. With her arrival on the front porch screaming and yelling hysterically, arrived too, a MASSIVE onslaught of HUNDREDS of fake “eelkat” accounts on EVERY social media out there. The ISP location for many of them is New Zealand, so whoever is creating the bulk of them, they are doing so from a New Zealand internet connection. Which means the person creating this current mega shit ton load of fake “eelkat” accounts, most likely lives in New Zealand.

But, back to the local church group…

April 2007, a large group of these local Relief Society women arrived at my farm and beheaded 75 of my pet bantam rooster, and tied their headless bodies from rope nooses in all the trees all over my yard.

May 2010 this same group of church women cut my car in half, loaded it onto a flatbed and stole it:

August 8, 2013 this same group of women hired a backhoe to drive over the house which replaced the house the bomb blew up:

November 14, 2013 that same group of women, armed with golf clubs used said golf clubs to murder my son and sever my spine leaving me crippled.

Maine True Crimes: My Son Was Murdered.
Do you know who this woman is?
medium.com

If you have any information, about the group of 70+ people who ganged up on me and murdered my infant son,

please call FBI Portland Office @ 207–774–9322

ask for Agent Andy Drewer.

November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called “Claire”, a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself “Kendra”, and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.

She had zebra stripe blond hair. About a dozen stripes each 3 to 5 inches wide, pale white blond alternated with dark sand blond almost brown. She was the murderer. She is the one the FBI is looking for.

If you know who this woman is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Her hair was so insanely unique, so incredibly distinctive, that I am shocked we have gone 11 years without anyone being able to identify her. We are talking weird cosplay cyberpunk type hair, here.

April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.

September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: “Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw’s, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all”, one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour’s shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female “transgender terrorist” (the thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).

June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a shopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond “Claire” woman was screaming “That’s EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!” while the redhead screamed “I’m Kendra it’s my turn the shine!” They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.

She had zebra stripe blond hair. About a dozen stripes each 3 to 5 inches wide, pale white blond alternated with dark sand blond almost brown. She was the murderer. She is the one the FBI is looking for.

If you know who this woman is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Her hair was so insanely unique, so incredibly distinctive, that I am shocked we have gone 11 years without anyone being able to identify her. We are talking weird cosplay cyberpunk type hair, here.

Claire’s hair is EXTRAORDINARILY UNIQUE, and that is why the FB is looking for anyone who had a friend or relative, November 2013, who had THIS hair style: a chin length razor straight page boy with TWO wide bands of colour: light blond, and dark brownish blond, each band 2 to 3 inches wide, forming a remarkably distinctive zebra stripe look, of 10 to 12 alternating bars of colour. It was NOT a wig. She was close enough to me to tell it was her real hair. It appeared the darker bands were her natural hair colour and the light bands were an attempt to bleach it. She had HEAVY wrinkles on her face, and very dry flaky skin of extremely pale white, she looked to be a smoker based on the formation of the wrinkles/texture of skin/and over all bad teeth. She looked to be around 60 to 65 years old, meaning now in 2023 she’d be 70 to 75 years old. The 2nd time she attacked, in July 2016 at Scarborough WalMart she had a very unnatural purple red burgundy tint to her hair, same cut, no longer striped, but not dying in a while as there was a inch or o of VERY GREY natural blond color at the roots; the 3rd time she attacked in 2018, when she was in the hall of my apartment at 27 High Street in Biddeford, her hair was dyed a bright purple red, that looked like a burgundy red hair dye that had reacted badly to chemicals so had a weird unintended purple tint to a dark natural red. She showed up at the 409 Main Street apartment in 2021, hiding behind the dumpster after attempting to break into the laundry room, her hair was a fades orange red dye, same hair cut that time.

HE is my son’s murderer, SHE is the one who crippled me

SHE is the one the FBI is looking for.

Never forget, November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I’ve not seen them outside of these attacks. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.

There are more details, on the other sign, on the other window, on the other side of the car.

NEVER FORGET:

On Christmas Day December 2023, my son would have celebrated his 10th birthday… but…

…On November 14, 2013, my unborn son was murdered by CHRISTIANS who mistook me, a straight 8 month pregnant woman, for a gay man, and attacked me with golf clubs, in The SMCC parking lot at 10PM while I was putting bags in my car.

And THAT is WHY I painted this car… so you would come closer, to see the art, and read about my son’s murder, so that you can spread awareness, and prevent what happened to me, from happening to anyone else.

Your hatred defines you, and you are NOT a Christian and are NOT doing Jesus’ work if you are actively trying to hurt people.

Is MURDERING PEOPLE REALLY what your God teaches?

I am not only a Christian; I am an ordained minister, and a devote practitioner of Folk Catholicism. Because JESUS TAUGHT all women to cover their heads, I wear a veil, exactly as the Catholic Church teaches us to do. I was wearing a veil the day my son was murdered, the day I was crippled. The attackers, while beating me with a golf club, not only falsely accused me of being a gay man, but they also accused me of being what they termed “a Muslim terrorist”, because I wear a veil. These so called Christians knew so little about what their Jesus taught, that they didn’t know Jesus commanded woman to wear veils.

I am crippled for the rest of my life, and my son is DEAD, because HATERS were “doing Jesus’ work” and getting rid of what they THOUGHT was a gay man in a dress.

Ask yourself this: is murdering people REALLY what Jesus would do? Is hating LGBTQAI+ people REALLY what Jesus would do?

I don’t think so. Jesus taught to love EVERYONE. And if YOU hate the LGBTQAI+ community, then you have no clue what it means to be Christian and are giving Christians a bad name. And you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

There are more details on the other sign, on the other side of the car… read it too… because there was more then one attack, the group was more then 70 people, and the FBI is looking for this group of 70+ murderers who murdered my son.

If you have any information about the group of 70+ people who ganged up on me and murdered my infant son,

please call FBI Portland Office @ 207–774–9322

ask for Agent Andy Drewer.

More Info @ eelkat.com

ALL THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE A RAPIST HIGH PRIEST SOUGHT TO COVER HIS ASS BY LYING ABOUT ME AND CALLING ME A PROSTITUTE!

Evil men go out of their way to try to drive a person to suicide.

Are you an evil man?

Are you sure you’re not?

How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?

Next time you go to do a mean thing to a fellow human, stop and really think about the consequences of your actions.

Did you ever notice how every one has a story to tell about me, yet not one of them ever speaks the truth?

What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?

Did you know…

October 16, 2006, bomb blew up my house because of YOUR lies.

August 8, 2013, the house which replaced the one the bomb blew up, was driven over by a backhoe.

November 14, 2013, my 8 month old infant son was murdered because of your lies.

November 14, 2013, I was beaten up, paralized for 5 months, spent 18 weeks relearning to walk, I’m now crippled for the rest of my life, because of YOUR lies.

Are you proud of what you have done?

Enjoy your eternity in Hell. You earned it. You’ve certainly worked hard for it.

I was 42, when the golf club attacked happened, and while at the hospital, having surgeries, and cat scans, and x-rays, and MRIs… the doctors made an alarming discovery… one that no one had ever considered before: I wasn’t actually a deaf, dumb mute like my parents had told every one for decades… no… I just had a broken jaw, and I was unable to open and close my mouth, and THAT was why I couldn’t talk.

I’ve had plastic surgery, and jaw surgery… that happened in 2016… three years AFTER the golf club attack… go watch my VoDs, you can see EXACTLY when I had the jaw surgery… because in my videos before, I couldn’t open my mouth and you could not understand my attempts to speak, because the limited ability to open my mouth resulted in garbled mumblings… and then there is a space of a few weeks of me with a very bruised looking face, and BOOM, suddenly, a video, where for the first time in forty years, I could speak well enough, that I could be understood… if you waited long enough for me to get a full sentence out, that is.

I am crippled. I am bed ridden. I have a broken spine. I can’t stand up. I can’t get out of bed. I have been crippled and bed ridden with a broken spine since November 14, 2013.

And I’m tired of your harassment. I find you to be a waste of my time. Please leave me alone.

I’ve lost my son to a murder, and I’m focused on finding the perpetrator. If you lack pertinent details that could aid in the arrest of my son’s killer, kindly abstain from reaching out to me. I ask for your understanding in respecting my privacy and giving me space. Identifying the individual who took my son’s life is a matter of great importance. Your insignificant rumors hold no importance to me, and I’d rather not hear them again. Our family does not appreciate your bullying and harassment during our time of mourning; we ask for consideration and distance.

If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

And there’s been more. A lot more. The most recent was poisoning killing of my dog Mickey in May 2023 which he died from July 10, 2023, in spite of the vets efforts to save him. More than 200 similar such attacks, done by members of the churches this priest attends, because…

When I turned 18 he said I was too old for him and he was feeling guilty and needed to turn over a new leaf. Turning over a new leaf, involved him dragging me to the SACO WARD Bishop’s office to call me a prostitute and demand I never be allowed to have a temple recommend (I’m a Mormon and so was he. Keep in mind the emphasis on SACO WARD — because I’ll explain that in a minute.)

The SACO WARD Bishop told his SACO WARD wife I was a prostitute.

His SACO WARD wife told the SACO WARD Relief Society I was a prostitute.

And from the time I was 18 years old, for well over 40 year, and continuing on still to this day, I am bullied and harassed offline and online by 275 women from the Cape Elizabeth Ward, The Portland Ward, The Saco Ward, The Cornish Branch, and The Sanford Wards of The Southern Maine Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. With them calling me such names as slut, whore, sex fiend, and other choice words.

THAT, is what the women flipping out on FaceBook right now, are talking about. THAT is what those gossiping busybody biddie bitches are all oooooooooh the poooooor priest about.

Victim shaming is what the women of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine EXCELL at.

Victim bullying is what the women of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine are doing.

They are hiding behind their church and their god to do it.

But here’s a thing to think about: If they TRULY BELIEVE in their god and his teachings:

Their god teaches to not lie, because liars burn in hell. Their god sees the lies they spread about me. Their god knows the truth. And their god is going to cast them into the eternal darkness of hell, for the lies they spread about me.

Their god teaches to not be a busy body or gossip, because busy bodies and gossips burn in hell. Their god sees the gossip they spread about me. Their god knows the truth. And their god is going to cast them into the eternal darkness of hell, for being busy bodies spreading gossip about me.

Their god teaches to not harm, because violent people are evil sinners who will burn in hell. Their god sees the violence they have done to me, my family, my cars, my houses, my yard, my pets, they. Their god knows the truth. And their god is going to cast them into the eternal darkness of hell, for ALL the violent, hateful, evil bullying, harassing acts they have done to me.

Their god teaches to not kill, because there is no repentance for taking a life an all who kill burn in hell. Their god sees that they murdered my son, and poisoned my dog, they tried to kill me first with a bomb and then with golf clubs. Their god knows the truth. Their god sees what they do and hears what they say. And their god is going to cast them into the eternal darkness of hell, for the transgressions they have done again me.

One can not hide from the truth.

You can try.

My son is dead. He was murdered. If you do not have useful information that will help lead to his killer’s arrest, then I don’t want you to contact me. Please respect my privacy and leave me alone. Finding my son’s killer is important. Your petty gossip is not important and I don’t want to hear it any more. You bullying and harassing my family during our time of mourning is not appreciated, please leave us alone. Your actions of bullying and harassing my family during this time of mourning are not valued; please withdraw.

NEVER FORGET! My son’s dead, and those hindering the investigation are accomplices in his murder. They feign innocence, but their interference screams guilt. Who else but the killer has a motive to silence the pursuit of truth?

And you know this message at the end of all my pages:

Because there is such a HUGE problem of people making fake “eelkat” accounts impersonating me, here are the links to my ACTUAL accounts:

eelkat.com | Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter | YouTube | Zazzle |

If you find an account online claiming to be me, that is NOT one of these profiles linked above, there is a 99.99% chance it is a FAKE account impersonating me and only a .001% chance it’s actually me and I just forgot to link it here.

The FBI has been looking into those fake accounts. They arrested the Relief Society President of the Saco Ward Church, because she is the one who has been running most of them. She also was found to be the owner and driver of the 4 door white truck, from the 2016 attacks.

But clearly with all the kicking and screaming they are doing tonight on FaceBook, clearly they KNOW their own guilt and are doing their gaslihiing bull shit doubletime today.

And yet, I don’t know what ticked them off. I know what they are SAYING ticked them off.

They are sending me messages saying it was an article here on Medium.

So, let’s LOOK at that article they are flipping out about.

Here it is:

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I’m on Reddit just now. I’m always on Reddit, as you can tell. But I just now found yet another thread to yip yap…
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That article is talking about The Quaraun series.

As I said already, to deal with what this church group did I started writing the genre Dark Fantasy CBT-BDSM Rape-Revenge Fantasy Unicorn Porn Yaoi featuring an Autistic main character, specifically so that I could write after the rape revenge scenes of the rape victim going serial killer on the rapists ass.

Quaraun gets raped by random one shot characters in dozens of stories. He later after being raped, hunts the rapist down, chops them up, and gives them to his Master Chef Unicorn, the Unicorn cooks the rapist and Quaraun and BoomFuzzy eat the rapist. BoomFuzzy grinds up the rapists bones to make flour which he uses to bake gingerbread cakes out of, which he sells out of his food truck.

I write rape scenes from Quaraun’s point of view, him being the rape victim. The reader sees rape through the pain and terror of the victim’s trauma. The reader sees the rage of BoomFuzzy, Quaraun’s husband who violently protects Quaraun. The readers sees the long term decades of trauma Quaraun lives with from being raped, his phobias and terrors that result from it. And the reader sees Quaraun finally hunt down his rapists and torture them to death, the rapist ending up cooked as food served in Faerie Feasts of the UnSeelie Court.

I write about rape.

I write about rape victims getting revenge. And I do it with with brutal Vore scenes of the rapists being eaten.

My main character Quaraun is a serial killer. He kills rapists. That’s also why he wears pink. Pink is the colour used in real world Voodoo and Hoodoo rituals to summon spirits of retribution against rapists. Voodoo and Hoodoo Retribution Rituals against rapists are set up with pink candles on pink altar clothes with poppets of the rapist bound with pink silk ribbons. Quaraun is a practitioner of Voodoo, and his entire focus is on killing rapists, then taking their souls and using necromancy to turn them into his undead minions. Thus why he wears pink. Thus why he is The Pink Necromancer.

I hate rape.

I hate rapists.

I hate bullies who torment rape victims.

I am a survivor.

But I have ZERO support.

No one CARES what happened to me.

No one.

My mother does not care.

My father does not care.

My mother’s siblings are the biggest ring leaders of the harassment.

No one cares and they go out of their way to make sure I know it.

They stalk me, online and offline. Endless none stop harassment. Look at what they are doing on FaceBook, right now, right thus very minute. My oooohhh soooo loving family. Doo those posts they have been making steady, non stop for the last 3 hours sound very kind or caring or loving or family like to you?

Let’s copy one of their posts and paste it here, so you can see how much my relatives care:

“You fucking Competition Bitch! You’re unloved! Unwanted! No one loves you! No one will ever care! You fucking four eyed retard! You are unloved and unwanted! You’re a mistake!”

They’s been posting those on my FaceBook and their FaceBooks and Twitters for the past 3 hours, because I wrote this:

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I’m on Reddit just now. I’m always on Reddit, as you can tell. But I just now found yet another thread to yip yap…
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Which is why I am now writing this page you are reading now.

I do not understand why they will not leave me alone.

I do not understand the motive behind the endless steady DAILY psycho deranged harassment.

I have ZERO contact with any of them, and newsflash, I blocked them on FaceBook back in 2010, and you can see they have now created alt accounts to get around being blocked. so they can continue to harass me.

I do not respond to them, I just block them, and continue on with my life, but then they show up at my house!

November 24, 2021 they showed up at my apartment and cut all the wires off the building. What the fuck? I still don’t know what they did it.

Clearly someone is going to them and stirring them up, because they always show up in my driveway in a big group, 20, 40, or like the April 10, 2015 attack when there were 78 people in that group, in my yard, filling my motorhome with 500 gallons of feces — five hundred gallons of feces! What the fuck is wrong with these people?

From June 2001 to June 2015 a green construction dump truck arrived at my yard each week to dump hundreds of black trash bags of garbage, hundreds of wooden pallets, and hundreds of car tires on my land.

I can’t walk, my baby is dead, there’s a giant fucking hole in my yard that looks like a Moon crater, and I’m homeless because a fucking backhoe drove over my house.

I’m grieving the loss of my son, who was a victim of murder, and my priority is identifying and apprehending the killer.

And because I was paralyzed for 5 months, and spent 18 months relearning to walk, and still can’t walk on my own now 11 years later, I also have $20million in medical bills, which is why I can’t afford to rebuild my house.

I am severely disabled. I have been since November 14, 2013. I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to get out of a wheelchair. It’s been 9 years and I’m still using a cane and walker to get around, but, after standing and walking for an hour or two, I collapse and have to be carried back to bed, where I end up staying for days, sometimes weeks, before I can attempt to stand up again.

And since that happened, there have been a lot of local rumores.

Plastic surgery reconstructed my face, but I noticeably don’t look the same as I did for 40 years prior to becoming disabled. And this has led to a lot of local rumors… people call me a demon, or demon possessed, or an alien, or say I was abducted by aliens and that’s why I look different.

Welcome to Maine, where the average person believes aliens and demons are real, and think nothing of driving a backhoe over my house, because im just a demon who deserves it, they vandalized my car repeatedly every few months I who am already disabled and severe difficultly getting out and to the store, have even less ability to get out when my car is in the shop for repairs months to a time, multiple times a year.

This is the reality of how we horrifyingly disabled people are treated, at least here in Maine.

Being attacked in the college parking lot by 3 strangers with golf clubs is what dramatically changed my appearance. Doctors, plastic surgeons, rebuilt my face as best as they could, and they did a very good job all things considering. My vertebrae are broken in such a way that my spinal column is severed and so I have almost no use of my left hand and arm, I have no control over my bladder or intestines so have to wear adult diapers. And Doctors can’t operate on this injury because there is an 80% chance of me becoming paralyzed from the neck down if they even attempt surgery.

I have been sent to the top neurological surgeons in America and they’ve all said, they wouldn’t dare take the risk of doing the surgery.

I have been ELEVEN years, actively studying everything I can find on the subject of spine surgery. I follow every medical journal, hanging on every update, watching and waiting for the day, when surgery advances to the point that it is an option for me.

If you have any information, about the group of 70+ people who ganged up on me and murdered my infant son,

please call FBI Portland Office @ 207–774–9322

ask for Agent Andy Drewer.

November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called “Claire”, a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself “Kendra”, and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.

She had zebra stripe blond hair. About a dozen stripes each 3 to 5 inches wide, pale white blond alternated with dark sand blond almost brown. She was the murderer. She is the one the FBI is looking for.

If you know who this woman is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Her hair was so insanely unique, so incredibly distinctive, that I am shocked we have gone 11 years without anyone being able to identify her. We are talking weird cosplay cyberpunk type hair, here.

April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.

September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: “Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw’s, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all”, one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour’s shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female “transgender terrorist” (the thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).

June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a shopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond “Claire” woman was screaming “That’s EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!” while the redhead screamed “I’m Kendra it’s my turn the shine!” They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.

She had zebra stripe blond hair. About a dozen stripes each 3 to 5 inches wide, pale white blond alternated with dark sand blond almost brown. She was the murderer. She is the one the FBI is looking for.

If you know who this woman is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Her hair was so insanely unique, so incredibly distinctive, that I am shocked we have gone 11 years without anyone being able to identify her. We are talking weird cosplay cyberpunk type hair, here.

I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I’ve not seen them outside of these attacks. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.

My step father Wayne Whitten was killed with rat poison in 2016. That's one of the things the FBI is investigating. The cats in my motorhome was his. But to date no one knows how his cats got in my motorhome or who put the lock on my motorhome door. There was no lock on the motorhome, because the locksmith (my cousin Timmy Murphy of the big white cross on the Ross Road) was murdered the week after I hired him to buy a lock for my motorhome.

He died before he ever placed the order, so the repair was never done. No one knows who put a lock on the motorhome door April 10, 2015, but whoever did it, also stole my step dad Wayne Whitten's cats from his apartment on Foss St in Biddeford and put them in my motorhome on Portland Ave in Old Orchard. 

FBI believes the person who murdered my son November 14, 2013, is the same person who murdered my cousin Timmy June 2013, same person who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013, same person who stole my step dad's cats and put them in my motorhome April 10, 2015, and same person who put rat poison in my step dad Wayne Whitten's food and murdered him in 2016. 

The Claire woman, is wanted for THREE murders: my cousin Timmy Murphy 2013, my son Xavier November 2013, and my step dad Wayne Whitten 2016. 
Both my mother AND my father made a LOT of public death threats to my step dad Wayne Whitten, and my dad was arrested for attacking him in 2010, 2012, and 2013, and my mother made HUNDREDS of death threats on FaceBook at both my step dad Wayne Whitten and my step sister Barbara Whitten AND relatives of my cousin Timmy Murphy. My step dad Wayne Whitten was arrested over a dozen times for physical fights with sometimes my mother and other times my father. 

Sargent Penny of the Biddeford PD is the officer who did ALL of the arrested. 

It's WHY the FBI is honed in on my dad and my mom and their friends. FBI is convinced the mystery Claire woman is the murderer and that she is a friend of either my mother's or my fathers. Penny is the lead officer on the murder investigations in the Biddeford police department. Sarg Penny or FBI Agent Andy Drewer are the ones with all the details. You'll have to ask one of them if you want more info.

Timmy Murphy is my cousin and abutting neighbour. 

In case you do not live local: Timmy Murphy is my abutting neighbour. People commonly drive by look at my land and mistakenly think I have a lot of acreage, when in fact, my land is only one quarter of an acre. All the swamp, wetlands, and 27 acres of forest behind me is NOT MINE and belongs to Timmy Murphy (and now his mother, since his beheading murder at the corner of Ross Rd and Cascade Rd.)

The FBI believes he was murdered by the same woman who murdered my son, and also believes she is the same woman who murdered my step dad Wayne Whiten, and also believes she is the one who sent the backhoe to drive over my house.

The FBI says that there are 14 families ALL abutting each other, on Portland Av, from Morris at the corner, to Blow 4 down from me, whom have ALL EACH reported to police over 200 incidents (well over 3k total) of harassment, vandalism, pet kidnapping, headless pet returns, pet heads nailed to doors, cars vandalized, houses vandalized, elderly family members beaten up and crippled, children beaten up and crippled, and neurodivergent family members beaten up and crippled - in total more than ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY PEOPLE in the fourteen house stretch of Old Orchard Beach have been crippled by mystery female attackers, often armed with golf clubs.

The FBI, believes this woman to be a developer who is trying to run our 14 families off our land to put a 27 building condo complex up. The FBI believes that is why my son was murdered, and why my cousin Timmy Murphy was murdered 2 months prior to my son's murder.

The FBI said of the families being harassed me and Timmy have gotten the worst of it for the longest amount of years. The FBI say this is because Timmy owned the swamp and grassland while I own the right of way land that has to be driven through to access the land Timmy owns. The FBI says without my land and without Timmy Murphy's land the 27 building condo plans can not go forward, as the swamp is the only flat place with no ledge that can be built on.

However, like my land, the swamp is filled with HUNDREDS of native American graves. It is why so many human bones get washed up in the swamp and on my land after every storm. There are known to be at least 500 graves on my land and known to be over 2k more on the land owned by Timmy, and close to 5k more on the land owned by The PowderHorn Campground (my other abutting neighbour).

In the meantime, some jackass with a green dump truck that has a black and silver striped nose, dumped hundreds of loads of garbage, actual literal black bags of garbage that he stole from the town dump, and dumped them in my yard. Do you know how much garbage he dumped in my yard? It was one hundred and seventy three feet long, thirty feet wide, and twelve feet tall… yes, the pile of garbage was 173 feet long, 30 feet wide, and 12 feet tall… and it cost me $12k March 2015 to have a garbage company come in and haul it away.

What the fuck?

March 31, 2015, I had the garbage removed. It cost TWELVE THOUSAND dollars to do so. The pile of garbage stood TWELVE feet tall, THIRTY feet wide, and ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE feet long. And all of it was put there by that green dump truck.

May 15, 2015, Cleo’s head was nailed to the door of my motorhome, at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, 04064–1520, her arms and legs nailed over the windows, and her intestines braided into a garland and hung on the awning.

May 15, 2015, Cleo’s head was nailed to the door of my motorhome, at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, 04064–1520, her arms and legs nailed over the windows, and her intestines braided into a garland and hung on the awning. … Photo June 26, 2015, the day of the green dump truck & gopher gun attack — photo is a still from the video camera in my yard
My motorhome used to be white. I painted it pink, because the white was so badly stained with blood from the heads of my 10 foster children being nailed to the sides of it, that pink was the only colour I could paint it to cover the blood stains that would not wash out.

These women are evil.

June 15, 2015 a white haired man, small, skinny, about 5'6", the hair looked like a very bad Halloween mad Scientist wig, wearing huge dark glasses and driving a huge dark green construction dump truck, the same one that had been arriving since 2001, now arriving for monthly for 15 years, with a mural on the doors, and silver and black striped hood, drove up in my driveway, and started yelling at me to move my motorhome, citing it was in his way of hauling a load of garbage to dump on my land. When I asked him to leave, he accused me of being a squatter, claimed HE owned my land, reached into the drivers door of the truck, pulled out a rifle, which he called “my gopher gun” and started shooting.

November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

NEVER FORGET:

My Son Was Murdered, The Killer Walks Free, Your Child Could Be Next!

But they couldn’t stop with just killing my son could they?

No!

They do not STOP!

LOOK AT WHAT TEY ARE DOING RIGHT NOW RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE ON FACEBOOK TODAY! That’s the fucking Saco Ward of the August Stake Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints Relief society members making those posts on FaceBook right now, THIS VERY MINUTE March 2024!

Which is why I’m over here writing this.

September 12, 2015, that same man returned with a group that called itself “Iron Man”. The group was bicycle riders HUNDREDS of them, all wearing pink ballet tutus, and rainbow fairy wings, like the kind you get at the dollars store for children’s birthday parties. The men in pink tuts drove their bicycles in circles around my driveway while chanting: “Pink is gay, kill the gayz, remember Saco Shaw’s, too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill or be killed, remember Saco Shaw’s, too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach” While NINE 4-door white pick-up trucks, one of them driven by the white haired man whom had previously driven the green dump truck, drove back and forth, shooting assault rifles. They filled my neighbors shed with bullet holes. The white haired man and a woman with very, very, very, extremely long red curly hair came into my yard, both screaming and yelling transgender hate slurs with him chatting, while pointing to : “That thing is Ken’s son, look at how it is dressed!” The Old Orchard Beach Police lead by officer Timmy DeLuca chased them away.

After that, DAILY, every time I went to work at Scarborough WalMart, three of those original nine 4-door-white pick-up trucks, would surround my car on the Pane Road in Scarborough, one behind ramming my Volvo from the back, while the other 2, on either side, ramming my Volvo from the side. This continued from September 2015 to June 2017, when the FBI arrested The Old Orchard Beach Police Department Dispatcher, who also worked at the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, and also was the Relief Society President of the Saco Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints. She and her son, were two of the 4-door white truck drivers. She owned the 4-door white truck that was the ring leader of the others. In addition to her and her son, two other were also arrested, one was a cousin of mine. In total 4 of the nine 4-door white trucks were confiscated by police and FBI and 4 drivers, 1 woman and 3 bald men, were arrested.

This woman, had been my mother’s Visiting Teacher for close to 30 years. MY MOTHER not me, was a member of the Saco Ward church. Her husband my mother’s Home teacher, nearly as long. Her husband had been the Bishopric counselor for over a decade. Leaders in our church. Leaders in our church, who it turned out, where leaders of the decades of harassment, vandalism, and terrorist attacks. Police said they can connect her to well over a HUNDRED of the attack on my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, including the bomb of October 16, 2006, which the say was her idea. According to police, they said, she proudly bragged to them, that God gave her a revelation commanding her to punish me for the crimes of witchcraft and prostitution. The police said she has been the one going church to church stirring church women up into a frenzy. The police said that she also lead a FaceBook Group that was devoted to making memes which all started with the words “This is how I am going to kill EelKat…”. Police said the FaceBook group had over 2k members and the members were ALL locals of York County, Maine, most of them from one of 5 churches, all 5 of which are located in Biddeford, Maine.

The police also found 27 FaceBook accounts, that she was connected to, but that were run by one of my uncles, all 27 accounts were impersonating me. All of them were either UFO accounts, alien abduction accounts, Wiccan accounts, or witchcraft accounts.

The FBI also arrested a man, whom they said was the Bishop’s first counsellor, whom according to the police, had created bank accounts in my name and was using them to embezzled money from the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall. They said he stole $THIRTY-million in Old Orchard Beach tax money out of the Town Hall bank accounts. He got sent to prison. This man, a stranger whom I had never heard of before, had, according to police, a website where he had claimed I was Stephenie Meyers, and claimed I was his third of ten wives. The website was a petition site to try to legalize polygamy. All of the women on his list were authors. None of them had ever heard of him. He had created fake bank accounts for every woman on the list. All of the women he did this to were all Mormon authors. According to police, his ACTUAL REAL wife, was the assistant counselor of the Relief Society President whom had owned and driven the 4 door white truck.

I’ll note here that I attended only 2 churches. The Cape Elisabeth Ward from 1975 to 2001. And the Sanford Ward from 2001 to 2013.

I have never attended the Saco Ward.

Remember when I said this:

When I turned 18 he said I was too old for him and he was feeling guilty and needed to turn over a new leaf. Turning over a new leaf, involved him dragging me to the SACO WARD Bishop’s office to call me a prostitute and demand I never be allowed to have a temple recommend (I’m a Mormon and so was he. Keep in mind the emphasis on SACO WARD — because I’ll explain that in a minute.)

The SACO WARD Bishop told his SACO WARD wife I was a prostitute.

His SACO WARD wife told the SACO WARD Relief Society I was a prostitute.

Now comes the time to explain it.

That Bishop was Saco Ward Bishop Harmon. I never seen him before the priest dragged me into his office, and have never seen him since.

I do not know, to this day, why the priest did this.

The rape happened in the Cape Elisabeth Ward. Mitchel was Bishop. He never confessed to the Bishop of OUR ACTUAL CHURCH. He confessed to the Bishop of a church FORTY MILES AWAY, a Bishop neither of us knew (or so I thought).

I mention this, because police also found during this arrest raid an odd website. A website which stole photos of me and my cars off my actual website, and used them to pretend to be me. The website was a Witchcraft site, selling “Death Spells” and “Curses” and included a blog giving advice on how to kill people with spells and curses.

A website that explains so many weird things people had said to and about me over the years, which I could never explain.

You see, for nearly two decades now, in spite of my being a 5th generation Mormon, locals have casually strolled up into my yard and asked me to give them a death spell or a curse to put on someone. They would tell me all this hate and vengeance they had for some person and why they needed a death spell. Me, baffled as heck, would have no clue what they were talking about. They'd say things like: “I see on your website that I should mix salt with cornmeal and…” or “I see you sell Death Spells for $500 would you take $300 instead since I came here to pick it up in person?”

I am NOT a witch. I do not know the first thing about witchcraft or Wicca or death spells or curses or any of the other crazy stuff these people would talk about.

These people doing this witchcraft request stuff started showing up summer 2001.

Throughout 2010 three FaceBook accounts kept posting death threats on my FaceBook wall, and then getting into thousand+ long comments comment thread wars with one of my FaceBook friends (a woman I’ve known for years, a fellow author). However, this was during the time I was living under the tarp, had no access to internet or electricity, so, had no way to check my Facebook account, so I did not know this “FaceBook war” was happening. But I was about to find out.

And then, in October 2010, a man shows up, claims to be my bishopric counselor (turns out he was the man FBI sent to prison for town tax embezzling). Says I have a meeting with my Bishop Dan Keening. But, who the hell is Dan Keening? Not my bishop. I never heard of a Bishop Keening before. Bishop Provincha of the Sanford Ward was my Bishop at the time, he’s since moved to Utah. Shaw is my current Bishop now in 2024. The man explains, no, not the Sanford Ward, the Saco Ward. But why the Saco Ward, a church I’ve never been to?

I go to the Saco Ward, to find out what is going on. Is this man really the bishop counselor, is Kenning really the Saco Bishop, who is Keening, and why would the Bishop of a church I’ve never attended want to talk to me.

The man who had shown up in my driveway was there and so too was Old Orchard Beach Town Manager Jim Thomas, whom I was informed was Bishop Kenning’s bishopric counsellor as well. Yes, the OOB Town Manager who is on the FBI’s most wanted list. The Old Orchard Beach Town Manager who embezzled millions out Old Orchard Beach Town Hall tax funs. The Old Orchard Beach Town Manager who dsappeared with the $250k grant money the State had given to the Libby Library of Old Orchard Beach. The Town Manager, whom had decimated 5 towns in Utah the same way he did Old Orchard Beach. THAT Jim Thomas, the really, really, really, REALLY FAMOUS one who goes from town to town across the country, embezzling tax funds and leaving decimated towns in his wake. And is on the FBI’s most wanted list because of it. The SAME Jim Thomas who spent most of 2009 and 2010 on FaceBook and in my yard calling my car haunted, calling the homeless man who lived in my car aka “Etiole” an alien, and was among the people who chopped up my car claiming it had a demon in it on May 5, 2010. The one who has his face plastered on all the wanted posters at The Old Orchard Beach Post Office, Town Hall, and Police Department because EVERYONE in this town just wants to lynch him for running off with the money of ALMOST every big motel owner in the town. THAT Jim Thomas, was also second in command of the leadership of The Saco Ward of Augusta Stake Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

THIS is the so called "alien" they keep talking about, THIS is their "Etiole":

And the man you call Etiole is not an alien. He’s a homeless world war 2 veteran. A Jewish Kabbalist who was a fighter pilot in France. Was tortured and disfigured in a Nazi concentration camp. He dooesn’t look human because they skinned him and he lived through it. You people aught to be ashamed of yourselves for calling him an alien and treating him like shit.

THIS is your fucking “alien”. A homeless man that locals think is funny to harass. LOOK AT HOW HE LIVES!

@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselder #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen

@eelkat One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine. A ww2 veteran in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953. #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen

@eelkat One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine, dozen or more in almost every town. #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen

@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen

@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselder #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen

@eelkat #etiole #homelesspeople #homelessness #homelessinmaine #homeless #oldorchardbeach #maine #forest #leanto #homelesslivesmatter #homelessman #den #hermit #mainehermit #mainemountainman #mountainmen #mainelife #mainelifestyle #mainehomeless #homelesscommunity #homelesscrisis #homelessveteran #homelessveteranawareness #homelessawareness #homelesselderly ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen

That dog in those videos by the way, that's Mickey, the dog these people poisoned and killed July 10, 2023

I walk into the Bishop’s office and the first thing he says is: “You’re famous or something?”

“Uhm, yeah? I guess. I’m an author. I do book signing tours. Got a lot of fans.”

He pulls up FaceBook on his officer AlienWare Laptop, a computer that he brags he paid $10k for while he waits for it to boot up. He then shows me the Saco Ward Church’s FaceBook page… where TWENTY THOUSAND FaceBook users were actively in a full comment battle. He claimed they were all my followers attacking the Church. Uhm… in 2010 I had fewer than 700 followers on FaceBook so, nothing close to the 20k people he was pointing out.

My friend I mentioned before, she’s a REALLY big name Erotica author. Sells millions of books a month. Broke all kinds of world records. It was HER followers who were lashing out at the church’s FaceBook page, though, I did not yet know this.

He next says he had to change the churches phone number because they were getting “thousands of calls an hour” according to him, all telling him to “leave EelKat alone”.

He says again: “You’re famous or something.” He keeps saying this throughout the night. October 21, 2010 was a strange night, and this bizarre man who claimed to be Bishop, with his two thugs who claimed to be bishop counselors, made this night bizarre on extremes.

I respond: “Yeah, you should probably Google somebody before you make a fool of yourself harassing them on social media where anyone can see you do it.”

Suddenly, he slams the laptop shut and starts accusing me of being a witch. He rambles on and on and on and on and on, for a good twenty minutes about witches and witchcraft, and calls me the Great Apostate… then… he pulls out a letter.

An envelope from Salt Lake City, fancy gold letterhead. (And I still have it because he gave it to me and I never throw out letters). The letter is from the Prophet’s office at Salt Lat City Temple Square. In it, it calls me “The Red Letter Member of the Saco Ward”. What is a “Red Letter Member”? I don’t know. I never heard that term before or since. Also, I’m a member of the Sanford Ward, not the Saco ward, why is this letter saying I am a member of the Saco Ward?

I have the letter, but I don’t know if it is real or some kind of forgery… because… there is NO POSTAGE DELIVERY MARK on the envelope. And is supposedly from THE PROPHET HIMSELF? Really? LDS Mormon Prophets are not in the habit of writing letters. Also, that man who showed up in my yard, he’s the one who created FORGDED DOCUMENTS at the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, with my name on them, thus HOW he got $$THIRTY MILLION tax dollars out of town hall bank account into fake bank accounts with my name. Did I mention the FBI arrested TWENTY-FOUR members of the Saco Ward for their involvement in embezzling tax money out of Old Orchard Beach Town Hall bank accounts, including the entire bishopric?

So, giving these men had a history of forged documents and went to prison for it, I question the authenticity of this letter from the prophet, though at the time it was happening in October 2010, I had no reason to think the letter was not real. These men were arrested by the FBI n September 2013, a month after the backhoe drove over my house and a month before my son was murdered and I was crippled. And the FBI believe the backhoe and my son’s murder to BOTH be somehow “retribution” by Saco Ward church members for the FBI arresting those 24 men and women from the Saco Ward.

24 people from the Saco Ward Church Congregation went to prison throughout 2013, for embezzling money from the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall. The arrests started in the spring and continued into the following year, continuing into at least 2017, and as far as I know the FBI is still arresting people involved with the tax fraud embezzlement scheme now in 2024.

I don’t know how many people the FBI is looking for. I know I had to sit there while they went through a list of well over a hundred names asking: “What about this one, do you know this one?” No. No. No. Uhm… I was locked in that room thing from the age of 8 until age 31. the ONLY person I know is the high priest who let me out every Sunday and took me to church, and the 2 uncles and 1 aunt who showed up 2 or 3 times a year to beat me up, and an elderly WW2 homeless veteran who would break the padlocks off the door or pull the boards off the windows and take me out into the forest swamps to hide. I did not go to school, I was not allowed outside, you FBI agents know this because you showed up October 18, 2006 two days after the October 16, 2006 bomb blew up the house, blow the door of that room, and burnt down most of the house, burnt off my 4 foot long hair, and now I’m sitting here 2 days later answering you questions.

Also, had the bomb not blown up the house, I’d not have my Volvo. Got the Volvo to live in December 6, 2006.

I spent MOST of 2007, while I was living under the tarp, cooking over a campfire in front of the tent, while FBI agents and police officers interviewed me up one side and down the other over all these names of people I had never heard of.

Police officers Will Watson and Bruce Savoy were there the day the construction crew showed up, with a lawyer, and a team of bankers. They carried with them blueprints for a 27 building condo complex, and claimed the owner had sent them over. They asked me why I was living in a tent on his land. I told them I owned the land since 1983. I inherited from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen and I had lived there since 1975. The land had been given to my family in 1530 by the King of England. We are he ORIGINAL settlement family for the State of Maine and we have NEVER been off the land.

The banker and the lawyer looked confused and scared. And police officer Will Watson stood up (he had been eating Bisquick dumplings on SquagettiOs which I had just cooked over the camp fire). He stood up, showed the men his badge, told them they were trespassing on MY land, said he could prove I was the legal deed owner, and they had to leave or he was going to arrest them. That happened April 10, 2007.

The April 10, 2015 attack on my motorhome, happened on the 8 year anniversary of the day the construction crew showed up, with a lawyer, and a team of bankers. They carried with them blueprints for a 27 building condo complex, and claimed the owner had sent them over.

Bruce Savoy, who was still alive back than and hadn’t yet shot his entire family before killing himself, making him the 14th Old Orchard Beach police officer to shoot his entire family and then himself between May 2015 and November 2018. Bruce Savoy was one of the officers who checked in on me in the tent each week for many years.

Though Bruce Savoy was not one of the 14 police officers who held a gun to my head April 10, 2015, while THE POLICE OFFICERS gutted my motorhome and filed it with raw sewage, he WAS one of the 14 Old Orchard Beach Police officers to commit suicide AFTER the April 10, 2015 warrantless (they had no warrant) SWAT team attack on my motorhome.

Of the 78 people who were there in my yard April 10, 2015, a whooping 64 of them had commit suicide by 2018. 14 of those suicides were Old Orchard Beach police officers who shoot their wives, children, in-laws, neighbours, and pets before shooting themselves. Like Bruce Savoy, each of those officers had quite the Old Orchard Beach Police Department and move out of town, a few weeks prior to going on their murder suicide sprees.

But back to Town Manager Jim Thomas and the Saco Ward Church and the huge embezzlement and money laundering ring they were running between the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall through the Saco ward Church Tithing Program and into the Bishopric's bank accounts.

Had my name not shown up on HUNDREDS of the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall forged documents, I never would have known about ANY of any of this Town Manager Jim Thomas and the Saco Ward Church and the huge embezzlement and money laundering ring they were running between the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall through the Saco ward Church Tithing Program and into the Bishopric’s bank accounts at all. Because I did not know these people. I have never been to the Saco Ward Church before, but for some inexplicable reason, the Saco Ward Church had gotten my temple records transferred from MY church, the Sandford Ward over to their church, the Saco Ward, and NO ONE ever told me the transfer had been made!

I found out about it when the FBI showed up at my tarp in 2010 and 2013, and I was interviewed by 6 FBI agents. I had to go into the FBI office and have my signatures verified to match up against the forged documents.

The Saco Ward church members tried to make me and some guy named Ken Shoop, take the fall for the $THIRTY MILLION tax dollars the church stole from the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall. We had to go to court over this. There was a grand jury trail.

We were in the middle of this grand jury court case WHEN the backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013 and WHEN my son was murdered November 14, 2013.

In fact, the backhoe driving over my house and my son being murdered was one of the primary REASONS the FBI dropped the charges against me!

And as of today, March 2024, that $THIRTY-million in Old Orchard Beach tax money stolen out of the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall bank accounts has not yet been found.

The FBI is still looking for that money.

The FBI is looking at EVERYONE in Old Orchard Beach, Scarborough, and the surrounding areas, whom has EVER had a connection to the Saco Ward Church’s members and whom has EVER had over a Million dollars in unaccounted for income.

In short there is a MASSIVE money laundering operation going on in the Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, and according to the FBI, my uncle who died in November 2019, used to work for a drug dealer in Connecticut, whom hired my uncle every winter to saw the copper pipes off motels and hotels in Old Orchard Beach. The FBI say that Connecticut drug gang, is who they think is behind all of this. And the FBI thinks the ONLY reason I ended up with my name dragged into all this, was because, the FBI believes my uncle was signing my name on all the paperwork he signed while he worked for that drug gang.

Which goes back to this room:

The FBI says they think he used my name, because back in 1997 when all of the tax fraud started (according to the FBI) I was still locked in that room and no one thought I would ever escape. So no one thought they would ever get caught if they put my name on everything they did.

I don’t know.

All I know, is a lot of strangers, keep showing up to harass me and vandalise my house and yard and cars, and I don’t know who they are or why they are doing it.

They murdered my son and crippled me and I don’t know why.

The FBI said too this: The REASON the Saco Ward got my name, was because in the 1990s, my uncle was one of the Saco Ward bishopric.

But back to October 2010 in the Saco Ward Bishop’s office: He’s gibbering about witchcraft, waving this letter around, calling me the Great Apostate, and saying he is going to “stop at nothing to destroy your life and make sure you never forget it”, then pulled out a bunch of papers from his desk, started waving those around while screaming that he was submitting the forms to Salt Lake City to have me excommunicated.

In the middle of all of this he rambles on about some witchcraft website and accuses me of being a coven high priestess of some Wiccan group, which he claims was info he got off my website.

I asked him what he’s even talking about, try to explain I know nothing of witchcraft and don’t know what he’s talking about, but he jumps from his desk, face red with rage, and starts screaming at the top of his lungs: “DON’T LIE TO ME YOU LITTLE WITCH! I READ THE ENTIRE SEA WITCH WEBSITE I KNOW YOU ARE THE SEA WITCH OF OLD ORCHARD BEACH!!!!!”

Uhm? What?

After that, for the next several years, people started showing up in my driveway addressing me as “The Sea Witch of Old Orchard Beach” and asking for curses and death spells.

It was just plain weird.

But then the police found all the websites and fake Eelkat accounts these people had created, including a site that was called: “The Sea Witch of Old Orchard Beach” and did in fact sell curses and death spells and WAS claiming to be me.

And I never know what they are talking about. They always ramble off names I never heard of and act like I am supposed to know who or what they are talking about.

What are they doing this?

What is wrong with them?

Everything, ALL OF IT, stopped November 2019 with the death of my uncle. And both the police and FBI were convinced that he had been the mastermind of all of it…

For two years, nothing. Not offline. Not online. No more attacks on my farm. No more attacks on my car. No more fake “eelkat” accounts online. Nothing. EVERYTHING stopped.

Until… 2 years later…

September 19, 2021 they showed up with a whole clear cutting crew and cut down thirty feet of my 15 foot tall cedar trees across my front lawn!

What is wrong with these people?

And for some reason they are hung up on two dates: February 21 and September 19. They show up on those two dates every year, never miss a year, and I don’t know why!

They have this huge reunion like gathering of show up in my yard and trash everything every single February 21 and September 19!

I have bitch relatives who think making fun of what happened to me is their full time job, as you can see from the shit they post daily on Facebook and Twitter since as far back as 2008.

I have bitch church congregations who think it’s their god given right to hit me, throw rocks at, cut the brake lines off my Volvo while I am in church, cut off the power steering fluid line off my Volvo while I am in church, pour etching acid on my windshield of my Volvo while I am in church, put 2x4 boards full of nails under the wheels of my Volvo in the parking lot while I am in church.

Shit head so called Christians blew up my house with a bomb, then hired a backhoe to drive over the house to replace it.

My 1974 AMC Gremlin is sitting in my yar, chopped up into thousands of 6 inch chunks, in 12 five gallon pails.

My 1964 Dodge 330 is obliterates nearly as bad!

That’s why my characters drive those cars in the books, The cars local church psychos took a sledgehammer to, became the cars driven by my characters, so my characters could drive said cars over the bullies who harass them.

My characters, Quaaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn, do in my books, what I would like to see done to EVERYONE whom has ever raped anyone or bullied a rape victim.

I let my characters do in my books, the things we real world survivors can not do in real life.

I hate rape. And I hate bullies. So I created fictional characters who march their way across the planet mass murdering rapists and bullies. And so my website has a lot of rape related words on it.

I write very violent books, about characters who do very violent things. Characters who drink and smoke and do drugs and have sex and and have orgies on top of the shred remains of rapists. Because I hate rape.

And I hate rape, because I was raped when I was 12 years old, by a priest who was 37 years old. He raped me in the church. It happened more than once. It happened every Sunday until I was 17.

And to deal with what he did I started writing the genre Dark Fantasy CBT-BDSM Rape-Revenge Fantasy Unicorn Porn Yaoi featuring an Autistic main character, specifically so that I could write after the rape revenge scenes of the rape victim going serial killer on the rapists ass.

And I write about my feelings and experiences with rape, through Quaraun, because I AM MUTE. And I have no other way of communicating.

If you want to know what is going on inside my head you HAVE to READ what I TYPE, because I have AUTISM and therefore am not capable of SPEAKING VOCALLY with my MOUTH.

Yes, I can write.

But guess what, I write BECAUSE I have AUTISM and I can not talk.

I write because that is how I communicate.

I write a lot because I am bedridden.

I write a lot because, being bedridden, I have no one to spend time with.

I have no one to talk to about being raped.

If I try to talk to anyone I know offline about it they say they don’t want to hear anything I have to say citing that nothing I say is either important or worth listening to. And they they have laugh feast with each other talking about the good old garage days, which I don’t know what the garage days even are that is something from before I was born, that they are just obsessed with talking about.

If I try to talk to anyone at the church or town hall or police department (both of whom are also mostly all my relatives that’s why I know them), they do the same thing.

I have tried so many times to tell people I know offline about what has been done to me but they will not listen, they pat me on the head, tos a piece of candy at me and say: “Oooooh looook, the little retard is trying to speak.”

I have no one to talk to about any of this.

That is why I write.

I can and do write all day long, morning, noon, and night, publishing 2 or 3 articles in the morning, 2 or 3 more in the noon, and 2 or 3 more in the night, because I am alone all day long. I have low functioning non verbal AUTISM and no one wants to spend time with a non verbal retard like me, so I write all day and all night because there is nothing else for me to do all day.

I just write.

That’s it.

I do no marketing.

I do no requesting followers.

I do no follow for follow.

I just got fed up with not one single person offline talking to me. So I started writing online because I can not be alone in this, there has to be someone else out there who has been through this and understands.

There has to be someone out there who can help me so these bullies stop hurting me.

There has to be someone out there who cares enough to make these people stop destroying my houses and cars, stop killing my babies. I’ve been pregnant 8 times now! Xavier-Octavian was baby #8. There has to be someone out there who will stop these people from killing my babies!

There has to be others who have been through this and no wat to do to make these people stop.

Look at how bad it has gotten! I was still able to walk in 2007 when I asked for help on Squidoo. But I can’t walk any more because these people used golf clubs to break my spine November 14, 2013.

This ain’t right!

What these people are doing to me is wrong.

Chopping up my cars, driving backhoes over my houses, crippling me with golf clubs, murdering my baby! It’s wrong! All of this is wrong! Why are these people being allowed to continue to hurt me like this? Why will no one help me?

That is why I write.

Because I have no one.

Not one single person.

People REFUSE to talk to me BECAUSE I AM MUTE.

They act like I am too stupid to think.

So I write. And vented that frustration in my books. I let Quaraun do and say the things I can not.

That is why I write.

Every day.

I have no one I can talk to offline.

Why?

Because I have to write everything down on a notepad and there is not one fucking damned person on this fucking planet who will sit down and read the words a mute person has to say!

So I typed those words up and published them on Squidoo.

And now here I am doing the same thing on Medium.

I have so many health issues from what the golf club woman did. Its more then just not being able to walk. I have to wear adult diapers. I have a crushed vertebrae bone punctured into my spinal column nerve bundle, that the doctors can not operate on, and every slightest move of any part of my body, causes sering nerve pain because of it.

It is a good day when I can sit up in bed at all.

I often can not sit up let alone get out of bed.

These women did that to me:

I don't know who they are or why they did it.

They said their names. Shouted them at me. Acted like they thought I knew them. Acted like their names were supposed to mean something to me.

They acted like they expected me to know who they were, but I'd no clue who they are. Clearly they mixed me up with someone else. The FBI thinks they confused me with my mother, because me and my mother look so close alike people can never tell us apart. Me and my mother look like twins. The FBI thinks these women thought they were attacking my mother, because my mother was going around doing all sorts of stuff in my name back then, credit cards, bills, all sorts of stuff, putting my name on things, just like how she put my name on all the court documents when the police took her cats and she signed my name on everything. 

I found out my mother was doing all that fraud stuff in my name BECAUSE of her cat court case, because she signed my name on everything, so the York County Sheriff delivered the court papers to me and I was all "What the fuck? I don't even have any cats, what are they even talking about!"

The FBI thinks these 2 women are from yet another scam my mother must have been pulling in my name, and that's why these two woman thought I should know who they were, because they thought they were attacking my mother when they attacked me!

But I know no one named Claire or Kendra and they are strangers to me, though I had seen the Kendra woman before. At Westbrook Panera, November 2010. She showed up there while I was eating and started punching me in the face and chanting her name. It was really weird. She acted like she expected me to know who she was then too.

These two women are the oddballs in all of this, because they are not relatives nor are they members of my church.

The FBI thinks they might be friends of relatives or friends of church people.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, and her helper, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 The Claire woman is the one the FBI is VERY much wanting to find. She’s the one wanted for murder. The murder trail for my son can not move forward until this Claire woman is identified.

The FBI has been looking for her for 10 years now.

I have no one to talk to offline.

NO ONE.

NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON.

So I write.

I am alone all day and all night. Unloved and unwanted.

No one will spend time with me.

No one will let me go places with them.

No one will go places with me.

That is why I write.

I write, to stay alive. Because I did not write, I would have no reason to live.

Writing prevents me from killing myself.

And if you call THAT being successful, well, you got a warped view of success.

Writing should be fun.

Fun is word for people who are not alone though.

I have to write.

It keeps me alive.

I am unloved and unwanted. I am crippled, therefore I am useless.

I have no one offline to talk to.

I have no one offline to spend time with.

I am endlessly alone.

Too blind for anyone to see me as useful.

Too mute for anyone to see me as worthy of a conversation.

I have no one to talk to offline.

And since the murder of my son, the same day I became crippled, it has been nothing but endless harassment from locals. Especially relatives. Harassments to the point I can not go to the end of my driveway to get my mail because I get shot at with paintball guns every time I do.

Harassment that included the poisoning killing of my dog Mickey May 2023.

Harassment that has included my own father shoving potatoes in the tail pipe of my Volvo November 2021 and March 2022.

You’ve all seen for yourselves the harassment my mother, her brothers, her sisters, her nieces, and her nephews do on FaceBook and Twitter.

Harassment to the point that they drove a backhoe over my house:

My son was murdered and no one cares.

My spine was severed and I am crippled for the rest of my life. And no one cares.

NO ONE.

NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON.

So I write.

I am alone all day and all night. Unloved and unwanted.

No one will spend time with me.

No one will let me go places with them.

No one will go places with me.

That is why I write.

I write, to stay alive. Because I did not write, I would have no reason to live.

Writing prevents me from killing myself.

And if you call THAT being successful, well, you got a warped view of success.

Writing should be fun.

But right now, writing it the fast breaking thread that holds me on to life.

It’s easy to write fun characters.

It’s easy to write fun places.

It’s easy to write goofy stories about a double dicked purple Unicorn who becomes a Lich, falls in love with a snobby Elf, and then the two of them join forces with a Demon and the three of them prance around the planet getting into bar fights. It’s silly, goofy, and just plain fun. And then because I have no one to talk to about any of the abuse, I take the fun stories and send them done dark paths, letting Quaraun unleash full vengeances on his harassers.

I write about fun characters having fun, and I can think of nothing more fun, then rape victims hunting down rapists, torturing said rapists to death, then cooking and eating said rapists.

I hate rape.

I hate rapists.

Even more fun than writing about rape victims getting revenge on rapists, is writing those same rape victims hunting down and chopping up the bullies who bully and harass rape victims.

I hate the bullies who harass and shame rape victims, even more then I hate rapists.

I was raped when I was 12 years old, by a priest who was 37 years old. He raped me in the church. It happened more than once. It happened every Sunday until I was 17.

And to deal with what he did I started writing the genre Dark Fantasy CBT-BDSM Rape-Revenge Fantasy Unicorn Porn Yaoi featuring an Autistic main character, specifically so that I could write after the rape revenge scenes of the rape victim going serial killer on the rapists ass.

Quaraun gets raped by random one shot characters in dozens of stories. He later after being raped, hunts the rapist down, chops them up, and gives them to his Master Chef Unicorn, the Unicorn cooks the rapist and Quaraun and BoomFuzzy eat the rapist. BoomFuzzy grinds up the rapists bones to make flour which he uses to bake gingerbread cakes out of, which he sells out of his food truck.

I wrote 138 novels, 423 novellas, and 2k+ short stories that is that one plot over and over again. I don’t write anything else. I can’t. Because I have no one to talk to about the things which have happened to me and the people who did those things go out of their way to make sure I never have anyone to talk to. They hate me that much.

They want me dead. They say so often, every chance I can get.

I try to find a reason to stay alive.

I am unloved and unwanted and never let me forget it.

I have no one to talk to. So I write in the hopes that some day I will have some one other then fiction characters to communicate with.

Amazon Editions of The Quaraun Novels, Novellas, and Short Stories can be bought here: The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer | Dark Fantasy Yaoi Series

I am getting, right now, March 8, 2024, a whole shit ton load of freak out messages on my social media.

As you know, I am the of 138 novels, 423 novellas, ans 2k+ short stories in the Dark Fantasy CBT-BDSM Rape-Revenge Fantasy Unicorn Porn Yaoi featuring an Autistic main character genre. Meaning there are rape scenes in many of my books.

I write that to deal with the fact that I was raped when I was 12 years old, by a priest who was 37 years old. He raped me in the church. It happened more than once. It happened every Sunday until I was 17.

And about 3 hours ago I published this:

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I’m on Reddit just now. I’m always on Reddit, as you can tell. But I just now found yet another thread to yip yap…
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Okay, let’s just write a direct answer to the person messaging me, seeing how they said they responding to the above Medium article, even though they responded to it on my FaceBook:

Are you aware that you SELF-INCRIMINATE yourself and ADMIT YOUR OWN GUILT — when I say a person did a thing, but I NEVER SAID who did the thing OR that they did it to me…

And YOU responding to that by posting all over social media that I am talking about YOU doing it to ME… I never said any names of either the RAPIST or who the RAPE VICTIM was…. in fact… what I wrote was a short story about an Elf getting raped… sooooo.

You REALLY let your own guilt fly off the handle with that one. Got any other crimes you want to admit to having done while you’re at it?

… uhm…

You ARE aware that the world does not revolve around YOU and I do not spend my days thinking about YOU 24/7 like you are apparently doing about me.

You know, if you can not stop seeing yourself in every Fantasy and Sci-Fi novella I write, you might want to look into a psychiatrist, okay?

Okay, that out of the way.

Let’s talk about what just happened.

I am getting messages via FaceBook, from someone I know offline, who is having a meltdown over claiming that I said on Medium that they were a rapist (I did not say that) and that they raped me (I did not say that either) and then they and well over a dozen others on FaceBook, proceeded to flip out all over their own FaceBook walls.

The thing is, they are THEMSELVES on THEIR OWN FaceBook page, posting all the things they supposedly did. With great accuracy, I might add, because, they DID in fact do the things they are listing off, but, I never said they did.

I was NOT talking about THEM or myself, when I mentioned the rape scenes in my books. Rape scenes of a UNICORN raping an ELF.

Let that sink in a minute.

Unicorns are not real.

Elves are not real either.

YOUR name is NOT BoomFuzzy.

MY name is NOT Quaraun.

And if you want to see YOUR OWN ACTIONS in what I write, that’s just YOU and your own paranoia. I was not writing about you. Nor was I writing about me.

I am legally blind. I have been since birth.

That is why it is so easy for the local Mormon hoodlums to sneak up on me and attack. I can not see them coming.

I have Autism. Non-verbal low functioning Autism. It is why I can not run away or call out for help when they attack.

For those of you online reading this, who do not know me offline. I am like this:

This is how I talk.

I am retarded.

I have Autism, I act like THIS:

THIS is how I talk and act:

And if you didn’t know that, then you fucking didn’t know me!

So stop claiming you do! There’s a 99.99% change the person you INCORRECTLY ASSUME is me, is ACTUALLY my mother pretending to be me like she always does!I’ll point out one thing: There are NO NAMES on this page or ANY OTHER page on my Medium account.

You ask yourself WHY would a NOT GUILTY person think I was talking about THEM, when I do not know who these woman are and I am ASKING FOR HELP TO FIND OUT WHO THEY ARE?

Do you even have a fucking brain?

I can’t accuse someone if I don’t even know who the hell they are!

Why do you think I’m asking for help TO FIND OUT who these women are?

What sort of loopy doop do you have for brains?These bitches murdered my son and I want to find out who these fucking bitches are, because there’s a murder trial waiting for their names to be written in.

And I don’t like that the comments on my FaceBook and Reddit indicate that someone KNOWS who these women are.

Tell me: WHO am I harassing?

Please… give me a name? Tell me?

WHO am I harassing, when I ask you: Do you know who this woman who beat my 8 month old infant’s head in with a golf club, do you know who she is? If so, please tell the FBI agent in charge of his murder so he can put the child murderer in prison where she belongs?

How is a blind woman asking for help in identifying the two women who attacked at Buglight Lighthouse in South Portland, while said blind and mute woman was 8 months pregnant, attacked her with golf clubs, severing her spinal column, breaking her legs, breaking her hips, breaking her spine, ripping her unborn baby out of her belly, and then jumping on him and smashing his head open with a golf club.... you tell me how it it that blind woman is harassing anyone by asking for sighted people if they saw who these women were and could tell their names to the police?

WHO exactly is that question harassing?

Explain to me by what fucked up logic is me asking for help in finding my son’s killer, how is that me harassing someone?

But also, WHO exactly is it you THINK I am harassing?

I notice you didn’t say a name.

DO you know who murdered my son?

Do you know who bashed his head in with a golf club?

ARE you with holding information from the police?

ARE you protecting a monster who murders children?

Because it sure sounds like it.

Do you ACTUALY have a specific person in mind or are you just being a troll?

I never said WHO the priest, the bishop, or the women were.

So all those people who are hissy fitting on Facebook saying that I am accusing THEM… I did not.

There are no names here.

And you can check EVERYWHERE.

No names.

Ever.

Not here on Medium, not on my website, not on FaceBook.

I DID NOT SAY WHO the rapist is.

I DID NOT SAY WHO the bishop is.

I DID NOT SAY WHO the women are.

Not here on Medium, not on my website, not on FaceBook. Not anywhere.

ONLY the GUILTY would think I had accused them.

An innocent person would think: “Geeh, I wonder who did it?”

Only the person who COMMITED THE CRIME would think: “She’s telling on me!”

Think about THAT.

Because guess what:

I DON'T EVN KNOW WHO THESE FUCKING BITCHES EVEN ARRE!

HOW IN THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO NAME SOMEONE IF I DON'Y EVEN KNOW WHAT THEIR NAME IS!

Did these people THINK ABOUT THAT?

One hard the gaull to accuse me of "targeted personal harassment on his poor friend"...

wait, what?

Are you saying you KNOW who these woman are?

Are you saying you KNOW THE IDENITY OF MY SON'S KILLER?

Because when I ask: "Does anyone know who this is?"

and you respond with:

That sounds to me like YOU FUCKING KNOW WHO MURDERED MY SON AND ARE WITHHOLDING THAT PERSON'S NAME FROM THE POLICE AND FBI !!!

That's what it sounds like you are saying.

How is it possible for me to personally target harass you friend?

I DONn'T KNOW WHO THESE WOMEN ARE!

And newsflash - I'm paralized, crippled, and have THIRTY MILLION IN MEDICAL BILLS that these women need to pay for IN ADDITION to my son's funeral expences!!

A person who is GUILTY, is always going to be on edge waiting to be found out, so they are ALWAYS going to think they are being accused, even when no accusation was made.

This is a case of people seeing things, I did not write. AGAIN.

They EXPECTED to see a name listed, and so they IMAGINED that they saw THEIR NAME listed, when in fact, NO NAMES were listed, and tell me this: how in the hell am I supposed to list the name of some weird ass freak of a stranger I never heard of before?

These freaks who CLAIM to be relatives, are not names I ever heard before.

How am I supposed to list off the names of people I never heard before?

Does that make any sense to you, because it makes no sense to me.

How am I supposed to know the names of total strangers?

But this leads to so many questions: WHY did they EXPECT I would name THEM as my attackers?

ONLY the GUILTY would EXPECT to be accused.

Does that mean these people freaking out on FaceBook tonight ARE my attackers?

How do I even find out?

The GUILTY people EXPECT to be accused, so when they see me talking about what they did, they JUMP TO THE FALSE CONCLUSION that I named then, even though I did not say ANY names at all.

The ONLY people saying YOU did anything to me, is YOU YOURSELF, when you ran to FaceBook and started accusing me of talking about you.

Only the guilty, would recognise these events and think I had said they did them.

You see the thing is: I AM BLIND.

I can not see faces.

I do not have any facial recognition. It’s a form of aphantasia. Look it up.

I do not know what my mother’s face looks like.

I do not know what my father’s face looks like.

I do not know what my bothers’ faces look like.

I do not know what ANY ONE’s face looks like.

I do not have any facial recognition. It’s a form of aphantasia. Look it up.

I can not see faces.

When I look at a face, all I see is a pinkish-grey blurry blob.

I can not make out the shapes or colours of eyes, noses, mouths.

That is why when I describe what someone looks like, I describe their hair and their clothes, but never their face.

I simply do not know what faces look like.

It is very, very, very rare for there to be someone who I can see their face. 99% of people, their face is behind a hovering grey blur that obscures whatever their face might look like.

Several eye doctors have examined my eyes trying to figure out what it is, why this happens, they do not know what causes it. One eye doctor said the rods in my eyes are not shaped correctly, and he said it’s likely that the rods being misshapen, causes a distortion.

I have scars on the surface of my left eye, from being hit in the face with a branch, when I was 4.

It was at the Jameson School Kindergarten, of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, at age 5, that I first learned I did not see the world as others did.

A few days after starting school, recess gym class was to teach us softball on the front lawn of the Jameson School. There were 38 students in the class and two teachers: Mrs Bureau and Mr Pelletier. She was the Kindergarten teacher. He was the Gym teacher. (I don't remember their names, those are the names the FBI said went to the 2 teachers I remembered there.( We were asked to stand in a circle. He laid out a parachute on the ground, and told us to stand around it, thus to teach us what it meant to stand in a circle. He next removed the parachute and gave each of us a softball bat, and told us, he would now stand at the center of the circle, and would one at a time call out our names. He stated that after calling out our names, he would throw the ball to us and we were to attempt to hit it.

When he called out my name, I waited and waited and waited, but nothing happened. After a few minutes he screamed and yelled and wanted to why I was not swinging the bat. I answered that he had not thrown the ball. He said he had and would do so again.

Again nothing happened.

He screamed and yelled a bunch more, claimed to throw the ball a few more times. I never saw the ball at all.

Of course, I also never saw him, either. He was standing in the center of the circle of 5 year olds, about 15 or 20 feet in front of me. I knew which way to look because I could hear him talking, but I could not see him.

He had moved to about 5 feet in front of me screaming “Can you see the ball now you fucking bitch?”

He came up inches in front of me, still yelling (the school principal would later explain he was drunk). But his yelling was hysterical now, bordering on gibberish., while hitting me in the face with the softball and shrieking: “CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW! CAN YOU SEE IT NOW!” He knocked out all four of my top front teeth. He only stopped hitting me when I swung the bat across his head.

The school nurse shrugged it off saying “Yeah, he does that. But it’s only baby teeth, they’ll grow back.” She explained that they had to pity him because he had lost his truck driving job after he drove his logging truck over his 3 year old son and that he was drinking because he was upset over having killed his son.

While the school principal called parents to arrange for cars to pick up students as the bus driver (the gym teacher also drove the school bus) was drunk again and would not be able to take kids home from school. (He oddly was never reprimanded for his drunk beating of kids which happened weekly, or his drunk driving the school bus, until he lost his job 3 years later, when he flipped the school bus off the road into a cliff and killed ten 5 year olds).

I would not be until I was 8 years old, that my lack of eye sight resulted in another incident. This time a TV. It was the Bill Cosby show. I had not turned the TV on, I do not know who did. I did not know how to turn the TV on as, I could not see the buttons or knobs on the set. In fact I could not see the TV at all. What I saw was a big wooden box, with a round glass grey light glowing from it’s center. That there was a picture on the TV, in the middle of that light, was something I was completely unaware of. I heard voices coming from the wooden box, every time its big light was on. It was no different from a radio, to my mind, except it was a radio with a giant light in the front of it.

Grammy Helen was still alive and I was still in school. But Grammy Helen died shortly after this, a few weeks maybe.

On this day, I learned two things: there were moving pictures on a TV and there existed people with black skin, who did not look like me.

I was sitting on the floor. My grandmother had given me a box of Crayola Crayons and I was sitting on the floor, lining them up end to end in rainbow colour order. I loved crayons because they had colours. Colours are things I rarely see. Most of the world is a foggy haze, in shades of grey. I can see bright colours if they are close enough to my face. I can see pink and orange and yellow and neon electric blue. The rest of the world is fuzzy and grey.

I was sitting on the floor, revelling in the glory of crayons, because crayons had colour and colour was a thing I so rarely encountered. I was sitting near the TV, probably 2 or 3 feet in front of it, I don’t remember, but I was close to the TV, so that it’s bright grey light caused the crayons to have even brighter colours.

My mother and Grammy Helen were fighting about Bill Cosby and black people and yelling about people on TV. I wondered who Bill Cosby was, as I had not been watching the TV at all. I had been using it’s light so I could see the crayons… and most importantly to this topic: wondering what the pictures on the TV must look like.

We had not had the TV long. It was a colour TV my mother had won from WPOR radio show a few weeks prior. Every night everyone sat around it listening to the shows, same as we had done previously to the radio. Only difference between the radio shows and the TV shows was the radio shows we sat in darkness to listen to and the TV shows we sat under the glow of the light on the front of the TV to listen to it.

I had no idea that the light on the TV was NOT a light, but that it was instead a moving picture. Video shows.

The next morning when Grammy Helen was watching Days of Our Lives and Price Is Right, I put my face up on the big glass lightbulb that was the front of the TV, and I could see that, there was indeed, people moving around inside the light.

And that’s is when it hit me.

Grammy Helen and my mother sat on the couch to watch TV. The big pink couch with the dark pink polka dots. The couch was one of the few pieces of furniture I could see, because it was pink. But it was also 10 or 15 feet away from the TV. They sat way back there and they could SEE the people on the screen. Here I was literally pressing my nose on the glass, and I could ALMOST make out that the moving shapes looked likely possibly people.

TVs are NOT big funny shaped radios with a lamp built in.

TVs have moving pictures of some sort in them.

That was a major revelation.

That was the moment I realized, I could not see.

Or rather, that was the moment I realized other people COULD see.

I had no reason to think that what I saw was anything different than what anyone else saw, so I never said things like “I can’t see that like you can” because I was totally unaware that I was NOT seeing things.

It is why I am able to move around in public, walk down the sidewalk, without help. I grew up with my vision level as normal, because my eyes were like this since birth, so I just move as is nature to me. But, how similar that is to others, I do not know.

I can see shapes. Big blurry shapes. And I can see colours, but I gather I see colour differently than sighted people do, though I am uncertain.

I can see pink and orange really well, so most everything I own is pink or orange. Clothes, cars, everything. Yellow, neon blue, and neon green, I can see, “good” but not as well as pink and orange.

I struggle with things that are black or grey, because MOST everything IS grey motion blur, and apparently other people do not see that, and so things that are ACTUALLY grey “vanish” from view and are like they are “invisible” for me, making it VERY difficult for me to locate anything that is grey.

If I stop moving, stand very still, and stare deeply focuses for 2 or 3 minutes. I can read things like street signs and car license plates. But only at certain times of the day in specific types of light.

I can not see moving objects at all, thus I can not see a ball or frisbee being thrown.

I have no peripheral vision in my left eye, so I do not see you if you walk up beside me and I often walk into people or walls or trees, if they get too close to my left side because of this.

born legally blind, can see a distance of eight inches in the left eye and four feet in the right eye. Glasses increase the distance to four feet in the left eye and twelve feet in the right eye, which is enough to qualify for a driver’s license in the State of Maine, because I can see a distance of two feet in front of the hood of my car. It is a common misconception that a blind person can see nothing.

It is also a little known fact that more than 40% of blind people own driver’s licenses and drive cars.

A legally blind person can see nothing past 20 feet away. Meaning that 40% of all blind people can stand behind a Volvo back bumper and is able to see you standing at the Volvo’s front bumper.

80% of blind people can see a distance of four feet or more allowing them to walk without a guide dog, without a cane, and without a person aiding them. More than 90% of blind people can see colours.

Only 2% of blind people see at a distance of fewer than four feet, which only .02% of blind people are fully blind seeing nothing at all.

The vast majority of blind people have far more visual capacity then the sighted world wishes to acknowledge. But the fact remains, I can not see faces.

And because I can not see faces, I can not identify my attackers.

I CAN NOT identify ANY of the people who attacked.

I CAN NOT name my attackers, because I am legally blind and did not see their faces.

I DO NOT KNOW who the people who did these things are.

I know the women of the Relief Society gang up on me in church meetings, punch me in the back, grab my cane from my hand and hit me with it, while yelling and screaming “slut! whore!” But I am blind so I do not know who those women are.

It is why I sit in the hall at church.

I am too blind to see them coming, too crippled to run, too mute to call for help, and they use the chairs in the Relief Society class room to corner m so they can punch me and kick me.

I know the attackers are those same women who beat me up in Relief Society, because I recognize their voices when they show up in my yard and when they show up at WalMart. They beat me up with shopping carts at WalMart.

But I CAN NOT name them, because I do not know their names.

It is WHY The FBI has asked anyone who CAN identify these people to please come forward.

If you have any info about the identity of the women doing these things please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
Now go back to the start, and reread what these people did, this time knowing WHY these people are so disgustingly deplorable

I was raped when I was 12 years old, by a priest who was 37 years old. He raped me in the church. It happened more than once. It happened every Sunday until I was 17.

And to deal with what he did I started writing the genre Dark Fantasy CBT-BDSM Rape Fantasy Unicorn Porn Yaoi, specifically so that I could write after the rape revenge scenes of the rape victim going serial killer on the rapists ass.

Quaraun gets raped by random one shot characters in dozens of stories. He later after being raped, hunts the rapist down, chops them up, and gives them to his Master Chef Unicorn, the Unicorn cooks the rapist and Quaraun and BoomFuzzy eat the rapist. BoomFuzzy grinds up the rapists bones to make flour which he uses to bake gingerbread cakes out of, which he sells out of his food truck.

I wrote 138 novels, 423 novellas, and 2k+ short stories that is that one plot over and over again. I don’t write anything else.

I write that to deal with the fact that I was raped when I was 12 years old, by a priest who was 37 years old. He raped me in the church. It happened more than once. It happened every Sunday until I was 17.

When I turned 18 he said I was too old for him and he was feeling guilty and needed to turn over a new leaf. Turning over a new leaf, involved him dragging me to the SACO WARD Bishop’s office to call me a prostitute and demand I never be allowed to have a temple recommend (I’m a Mormon and so was he. Keep in mind the emphasis on SACO WARD — because I’ll explain that in a minute.)

The SACO WARD Bishop told his SACO WARD wife I was a prostitute.

His SACO WARD wife told the SACO WARD Relief Society I was a prostitute.

And from the time I was 18 years old, for well over 40 year, and continuing on still to this day, I am bullied and harassed offline and online by 275 women from the Cape Elizabeth Ward, The Portland Ward, The Saco Ward, The Cornish Branch, and The Sanford Wards of The Southern Maine Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. With them calling me such names as slut, whore, sex fiend, and other choice words.

October 16, 2006 this group of women put a grease fryer bomb in my bedroom and blew up my house at 1AM while I was asleep. This house:

That was when I started wearing a wig, because the fire from the bomb, a grease fryer stuffed full of fly tapes and rusty nails, burned off all of my hair.

That was when I started living under the 8x6 tarp, most people know me for:

April 2007, a large group of these women arrived at my farm and beheaded 75 of my pet bantam rooster, and tied their headless bodies from rope nooses in all the trees all over my yard.

May 2010 this same group of church women cut my car in half, loaded it onto a flatbed and stole it:

August 8, 2013 this same group of women hired a backhoe to drive over the house which replaced the house the bomb blew up:

November 14, 2013 that same group of women, armed with golf clubs used said golf clubs to murder my son and sever my spine leaving me crippled.

Maine True Crimes: My Son Was Murdered.
Do you know who this woman is?
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ALL THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE A RAPIST HIGH PRIEST SOUGHT TO COVER HIS ASS BY LYING ABOUT ME AND CALLING ME A PROSTITUTE!

And there’s been more. A lot more. The most recent was poisoning killing of my dog Mickey in May 2023 which he died from July 10, 2023, in spite of the vets efforts to save him. More than 200 similar such attacks, done by members of the churches this priest attends, because…

When I turned 18 he said I was too old for him and he was feeling guilty and needed to turn over a new leaf. Turning over a new leaf, involved him dragging me to the SACO WARD Bishop’s office to call me a prostitute and demand I never be allowed to have a temple recommend (I’m a Mormon and so was he. Keep in mind the emphasis on SACO WARD — because I’ll explain that in a minute.)

The SACO WARD Bishop told his SACO WARD wife I was a prostitute.

His SACO WARD wife told the SACO WARD Relief Society I was a prostitute.

And from the time I was 18 years old, for well over 40 year, and continuing on still to this day, I am bullied and harassed offline and online by 275 women from the Cape Elizabeth Ward, The Portland Ward, The Saco Ward, The Cornish Branch, and The Sanford Wards of The Southern Maine Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. With them calling me such names as slut, whore, sex fiend, and other choice words.

THAT, is what the women flipping out on FaceBook right now, are talking about. THAT is what those gossiping busy bodie biddie bitches are all oooooooooh the poooooor priest about.

Victim shaming is what the women of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine EXCELL at.

Victim bullying is what the women of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine are doing.

They are hiding behind their church and their god to do it.

But here’s a thing to think about: If they TRULY BELIEVE in their god and his teachings:

Their god teaches to not lie, because liars burn in hell. Their god sees the lies they spread about me. Their god knows the truth. And their god is going to cast them into the eternal darkness of hell, for the lies they spread about me.

Their god teaches to not be a busy body or gossip, because busy bodies and gossips burn in hell. Their god sees the gossip they spread about me. Their god knows the truth. And their god is going to cast them into the eternal darkness of hell, for being busy bodies spreading gossip about me.

Their god teaches to not harm, because violent people are evil sinners who will burn in hell. Their god sees the violence they have done to me, my family, my cars, my houses, my yard, my pets, they. Their god knows the truth. And their god is going to cast them into the eternal darkness of hell, for ALL the violent, hateful, evil bullying, harassing acts they have done to me.

Their god teaches to not kill, because there is no repentance for taking a life an all who kill burn in hell. Their god sees that they murdered my son, and poisoned my dog, they tried to kill me first with a bomb and then with golf clubs. Their god knows the truth. Their god sees what they do and hears what they say. And their god is going to cast them into the eternal darkness of hell, for the transgressions they have done again me.

One can not hide from the truth.

You can try.

They can PRETEND to be Christian all they want. But if their god really is god, they aren’t deceiving him. They are evil people, because they do evil things. And their god sees and hears all the evil they do, and that hell they like talking about so much, is where god is going to send them.

And if you read this far… I’ll point out AGAIN one thing: There are NO NAMES on this page or ANY OTHER page on my Medium account.

I never said WHO the priest, the bishop, or the women were.

So all those people who are hissy fitting on Facebook saying that I am accusing THEM… I did not.

There are no names here.

And you can check EVERYWHERE.

No names.

Ever.

Not here on Medium, not on my website, not on FaceBook.

I DID NOT SAY WHO the rapist is.

I DID NOT SAY WHO the bishop is.

I DID NOT SAY WHO the women are.

Not here on Medium, not on my website, not on FaceBook. Not anywhere.

ONLY the GUILTY would think I had accused them.

An innocent person would think: “Geeh, I wonder who did it?”

Only the person who COMMITED THE CRIME would think: “She’s telling on me!”

Think about THAT.

A person who is GUILTY, is always going to be on edge waiting to be found out, so they are ALWAYS going to think they are being accused, even when no accusation was made.

This is a case of people seeing things, I did not write. AGAIN.

The GUILTY people EXPECT to be accused, so when they see me talking about what they did, they JUMP TO THE FALSE CONCLUSION that I named then, even though I did not say ANY names at all.

The ONLY people saying YOU did anything to me, is YOU YOURSELF, when you ran to FaceBook and started accusing me of talking about you.

Only the guilty, would recognise these events and think I had said they did them.

Ask yourself THIS:
WHO other then the GUILTY would be ANGRY at me saying I was raped?

WHO other then the GUILTY would be ANGRY at me saying I was beaten up?

WHO other then the GUILTY would be ANGRY at me saying a bomb blew up my house?

WHO other then the GUILTY would be ANGRY at me saying my car was cut in half?

WHO other then the GUILTY would be ANGRY at me saying a backhoe drove over my house?

WHO other then the GUILTY would be ANGRY at me saying my son was murdered by a woman who bashed out his brain with a golf club?

WHO other then the GUILTY would be ANGRY at me saying I my spine was crushed by that same golf club?

Consider THIS:
WHO other then the GUILTY would say: ”WENDY MUST BE STOPPED…” from talking about her experience being raped?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “WENDY MUST BE STOPPED…” from talking about her experience being beaten up?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “WENDY MUST BE STOPPED…” from talking about her experience with bomb blowing up her house?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “WENDY MUST BE STOPPED…” from talking about her experience her car was cut in half?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “WENDY MUST BE STOPPED…” from talking about her experience with a backhoe drove over her house?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “WENDY MUST BE STOPPED…” from talking about her experience with witnessing her son murdered by a woman who bashed out his brain with a golf club?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “WENDY MUST BE STOPPED…” from talking about her experience of her spine crushed by that same golf club?

Consider also THIS:
WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “THE FBI MUST BE STOPPED…” from investigating her experience being raped?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “THE FBI MUST BE STOPPED…” from investigating her experience being beaten up?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “THE FBI MUST BE STOPPED…” from investigating the bomb blowing up her house?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “THE FBI MUST BE STOPPED…” from investigating car being cut in half?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “THE FBI MUST BE STOPPED…” from investigating the backhoe that drove over her house?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “THE FBI MUST BE STOPPED…” from investigating her son’s murder by a woman who bashed out his brain with a golf club?

WHO other then the GUILTY would say: “THE FBI MUST BE STOPPED…” from investigating her spine crushed by that same golf club?

Ask yourself THIS:
WHO other then the GUILTY has a MOTIVE to DEMAND I can not talk about my experience being raped?

WHO other then the GUILTY has a MOTIVE to DEMAND I can not talk about my experience being beaten up?

WHO other then the GUILTY has a MOTIVE to DEMAND I can not talk about my experience surviving a bomb blowing up my house?

WHO other then the GUILTY has a MOTIVE to DEMAND I can not talk about my experience of my car being cut in half?

WHO other then the GUILTY has a MOTIVE to DEMAND I can not talk about my experience of a backhoe driving over my house?

WHO other then the GUILTY has a MOTIVE to DEMAND I can not talk about my experience of my son murdered by a woman who bashed out his brain with a golf club?

WHO other then the GUILTY has a MOTIVE to DEMAND I can not talk about my experience of being fucking crippled for ten years because my spine was crushed by that same golf club?

Think about that.

WHO has a MOTIVE to scream “WENDY’S GOTTA BE STOPPED THE FBI WAS HERE TODAY!”

I’m not sending the FBI anywhere. You’re seriously deluded if you think that’s even possible.

The FBI investigates murders.

It’s what the FBI does.

NEWSFLASH: My son was murdered, and the POLICE called the FBI.

I have no say or control over where the FBI goes who what the FBI does or who the FBI talks to. I’m sorry, but, I do not possess the super powers you think I have.

Also, HOW can I send the FBI to ANYONE?

I CAN NOT IDENTIFY the attackers!

REMEMBER?

You see the thing is: I AM LEGALLY BLIND.

I can not see faces.

I CAN NOT identify ANY of the people who attacked.

I CAN NOT name my attackers, because I am legally blind and did not see their faces.

I DO NOT KNOW who the people who did these things are.

I know the women of the Relief Society gang up on me in church meetings, punch me in the back, grab my cane from my hand and hit me with it, while yelling and screaming “slut! whore!” But I am blind so I do not know who those women are.

It is why I sit in the hall at church.

I am too blind to see them coming, too crippled to run, too mute to call for help, and they use the chairs in the Relief Society class room to corner m so they can punch me and kick me.

I know the attackers are those same women who beat me up in Relief Society, because I recognize their voices when they show up in my yard and when they show up at WalMart. They beat me up with shopping carts at WalMart.

But I CAN NOT name them, because I do not know their names.

It is WHY The FBI has asked anyone who CAN identify these people to please come forward.

If you have any info about the identity of the women doing these things please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
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Victim Blaming
Rape Culture
Evil People
Bullying
Harrassment

Wendy Christine Allen aka EelKat of Squidoo

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Some additional thoughts on the FBI Murder Investigation of 144 & 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine:

How many murders are caused by cancel culture, have you ever wondered?
I have — because my son murdered by cancel culture, so I wonder this a lot.

I have never been able to wrap my mind around cancel culture. It has baffled me ever since I first discovered it, when the “God hates fags” group showed up in my yard to start a bonfire on my lawn and burn my books (I’m an author, 138 novels published since 1978) and I later found out the group had spent weeks on social media planning the event and gathering followers, because one minister got it into his head I was gay (I’m not) and write gay erotica (I don’t), and used gay hatred and white power rants (I’m not white, it’s the only thing they did get right) rants on Twitter to incite canceling of my supposedly gay erotica books (that were neither gay nor erotic) and get a mob to show up in my yard.

A week later a bomb blew up my house, I had to rebuild, a week to finishing rebuilding a backhoe drove over my house, 2 months (November 14, 2013) later a crazed woman with a golf club showed up at my college class shattered my spine and bashed my 8 month infant sons head in while screaming “transvestite freak” and claiming I (a cis female) was a “man in a dress”.

Because of Twitter’s cancel culture I homeless, now 11 years, I am crippled paralyzed unable to walk, now 11 years, and my son is dead and the FBI investigation of his murder is still going on these 11 years later, and the killer still walks free and unidentified, and the primary reason for being unidentified is there are over 30k people online who spread these false accusations of gay erotica and transgender about me and the FBI has to investigate EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM, yes, ALL of them, yes, if you’ve ever posted hate about me online you ARE being investigated for your potential involvement in my son’s murder, and in 11 years, they’ve only made it a quarter of the way through that list, and not yet found golf club woman..

And the man who started it all, Peter something, is now the biggest YouTuber in Quebec and the biggest anti trans YouTuber on the planet, and has yet to be held responsible for starting the gay erotica and transvestite rumours about me on Twitter because, for some reason there are no laws that hold cancel cries accountable for the the death and destruction their hivemind followers do after being incited into a frenzy by the cancelers tweets.

Perhaps the issue is I am too old to understand the herd mentality of cancel culture, I grew up on a very isolated egg farm and I was 42 years old before cancel culture existed, or perhaps my not using social media causes me to not understand it.

But I wonder how many people out there are like me, lives destroyed by haters, who hate things about me, that aren’t even things I am or do, because they believe one cancelers lies on Twitter and never took the time to fact check before they reacted.

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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

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.

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.

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

Of the Portland, Maine FBI Office, 4th floor, Middle Street Portland.

FAQ: How Did the FBI get involved?

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.

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.

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

She shows up at my yard (both in Old Orchard and in Biddeford), at my college classes, at my workplace... always violent and smashing things, always yelling "transvestite freak" and similar hate slurs about transgender people (she seems to believe I am transgender even though I am I cis woman, and her hatred of transgender people seems to be her primary motive.).

At one point the man who was with her called her "Vallerie". But she herself talked of herself (in a bizarre, not how normal people talk "3rd person") Claire. She kept saying things like "I'm Claire, bitch!" and "I'm Claire you fucking transvestite freak!"

She really, really, really, really was going overboard in emphasizing that her name was Claire - to the point that I am led to believe that her name is NOT Claire, and that she was in fact pretending to be someone else, who's name was Claire.

The fact that the man with her (who was later discovered to be a Biddeford police officer - he was identified in February 2025 when he was killed in a car accident in New Hampshire.) called her "Vallerie" and not "Claire" when he talked to her, indicates, that her name is more likely to be Valerie, then Claire.

But I know no one named either Vallerie or Claire, and outside of these events where she shows up and attacks, I've never seen this woman before and have no clue who she is.

She has attacked more then a dozen times, IN ADDITION to the golf club attack when she murdered my son and crippled me.

She frequently dies her hair and wears wigs. And has looked quite different in the over TWELVE YEARS of her stalking and harassment

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.

I found a pin that shows a similar hairstyle:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/tonos-de-cabello-rubio--322148179608879161/

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.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

She most often looks like this, with the red hair... and it was what she looked like on the December 24, 2016 Christmas Eve attack at my dad's apartment building. And THIS attack we have on camera, and so we have actual video footage of her... including, we have audio files of her yelling and chanting "transvestite freak!" while shooting a gun, during the Christmas Eve attack at 27 High Street, Biddeford, Maine.

Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".

Her face is covered in deep "smokers wrinkles" and her skin is very, very abnormally dry and flakey.

She had a somewhat large nose, (kind of more like a man's nose then a woman's nose) and very thin lips (almost none existant, again, more like a man's lips, then a womans)... she is a LOT bigger then me... a LOT - I am 5'6" and she's maybe 5'11" to 6'2"... she's like really, really, really big.

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".

at one point at the Round One in the Maine Mall attack, she pulled off the green clown wig while she was yelling and her hair was a black-black super fake dyed black pageboy.

The 2016 attack is the one that did the most damage and. 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

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.

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 alarmingly, 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

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