This week we should be celebrating the 9th birthday of my son.
Instead we are celebrating the 9th anniversary since his murder.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.
On top of that, they have also taken to harassing the baby's father, a disfigured, homeless, WW2 veteran, whom they call "Etoile". They spread hateful rumours about him claiming he is a cryptid, a demon, or most often what they term "an amphibious alien". He lives in pine branch lean-toos he builds in Old Orchard Beach and Ocean Park, and they have been hunting the locations of them, tearing them down, and smashing up his belongings.
April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.
September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (they thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).
June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.
November 21, 2021: They shot "Etiole" in Biddeford, while he was staying at the tent-shanty-village with about 50 other homeless people along the Saco River in Biddeford. They made the claim he was a "suicide demon" citing that he was driving locals to suicide by putting "evil eye curses" on them.
These people murdered my baby, attempted to murder the baby's father, drove a backhoe over our house, and left me crippled for the rest of my life in their attempt to murder me.
I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The police and FBI believe I was not the intended target, and that they were likely after my mother because of posts she makes on FaceBook and got us mixed up. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.
More Info @ eelkat.com
Long detailed info on the over 200 attacks they have done between June 2001 and May 2022, including photos of them driving a backhoe over our house on August 8, 2013 and the details of the malicious "amphibious alien" rumour they have been spreading about a local homeless disabled veteran @
https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Images:
July 4th 2013: my car in front of my house.
August 8, 2013: me getting home from work to find a backhoe sitting on top of my house.
The FBI already found the people with the backhoe incident, and learned that the backhoe driver was paid $600 and given a fake demolition paper, the paper stating one of my relatives (the one who paid him the $600) owned my land. The backhoe driver was unaware that the man he was dealing with was not the owner. I have lived at 146 Portland Ave since 1975 and have owned the land since 1983, it has never been owned by anyone else, even though we have now learned that both my mother and my father and 3 of my uncles had been actively going around Old Orchard Beach claiming they owned my land.
This happened 3 months before my son was murdered and the police and FBI believe my son was murdered BECAUSE of this picture being posted on FaceBook, and my mother making inciting/inflammatory posts about it on HER FaceBook, where she falsely accused me of being a witch. The FBI and OOB police believe the golf club wielding woman of November 14, 2013, is somehow connected to the backhoe driving over my house incident.
Since the murder, 3 other different backhoes have invading my land to dig up my yard, looking for the grave of my son. There is a family cemetery on my land, the stones dating mostly in the 1500s and 1600s, with a few from the past hundred years, the most recent being my son in 2013. 146 Portland Ave has belonged to my family since 1530, and I inherited it in 1983 from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. The most recent backhoe attack happened September 19, 2020, when they illegally cut down several trees in my yard, and started construction of a road through my yard between my pink 1975 Dodge Sportsman motorhome and BackElder Brooke, again the backhoe digging up and destroying large portions of my farm, in their search for my murdered son's grave. They dug up 16 of the graves in this attack.
We have had to remove the grave markers from the family grave in order to stop these vandals and their illegally trespassing construction equipment from destroying the graves.
The FBI believes these construction crews are being hired by the golf club wielding women, and believe she is trying to destroy the grave of my son, due to a fear of his golf club smashed skull being used as court evidence against her.
The most recent attacks by these people occurred November 21, 2021 and March 27, 2022 when they attacked my painted Volvo while it was parked at my dad's apartment in Biddeford, both times the vandals also cut all the wires to electricity, internet, and cable off the apartment building, effecting all 9 families living there.
The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments as well as the Portland FBI are seeking any information regarding any and all of these attacks on my family, my home, my land, or my cars.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
Published Authors: How many different books have you finished before being able to publish one? from writing
Oh wow... I never counted. Must have been at least a dozen. I did a lot of writing as a kid (as in, I wrote my first 16 page story at 3 years old; and published my first 75 page novella at 12 years old) lots of short stories and novellas, many, many, many, of them published. I was writing short stories (1,000 words) for children's magazines by the time I was 10. Kept on doing it through my teen years and into my adult years too.
But the whole time I had this dream of writing a novel, and back then getting published with either Baen or Tor. I was just Baen or Tor all the way and felt like if I didn't get published by one of them, then I wasn't "a real writer". I'm not sure how I got that thought into my head either. But it was there.
So I write short stories for every magazine I could find that was accepting submissions (which in the 1970s and 1980s was easy to do, as those 2 decades were the big boom of literary fiction magazines - it's a lot harder to publish shorts for magazines these days as there are only a dozen or so still going; most of the big payers of the 1980s went out of business in the 1990s)
There was no time in my life that I wasn't publishing, but it was a lot of short stories, flash fiction, and novellas. The longest one was only 75,000 words, not even close to novel length. (Publishers consider a novel to be 120,000 words minimum).
I felt like such a failure. I think largely because I had an uncle who was struggling to be an author, and he belittled me A LOT every time I had a story published - he's be: "that's just crap for a kid's magazine, that's not REAL publishing"; Of course, he died a few years ago, never having published anything at all, not a novel or a short story. I think he was belittling me, more out of jealousy then anything else. I think he was mad that I was getting my stories published in magazines while he couldn't even get his novel written, so he went out of his way to be mean. (He was really mean too, not just verbal abuse, he'd hit me too. Very violent man.)
On one hand it was bad that I felt like a failure, because it had me depressed. But on the other hand, it was good, because it drove me, because I wanted to feel like a success, so it pushed me to write daily and write more and more words each day and study writing books, and eventually (in my 30s) go to college to get an writing degree. I was just so driven to publish a novel, and even though I was publishing short stories, it just felt like I was getting no where.
For years, my goal was writing a novel and publishing it, but I struggled with reaching 120,000 words in a single story. So I ended up writing lots and lots of stories, intending them to be novels, but they's always end between 37k and 75k. I just could not reach 120k no matter what I did. It was sooooo frustrating. I'd publish them, but then I'd be like: "But it's not a novel." And I'd be sad because all I could do was publish short stories and not novels. Looking back, I should have been happen, because getting short stories published is a big deal, but, I don't know... I just wasn't.
It wasn't until I was in my 30s that I finally got a story to novel length, and then it wasn't until I was in my 40s that I finally got a novel published (240,000 words for that one).
So I ended up publishing lots of short stories and novellas over the years and most of my fans think of my as a short story author. And I didn't even realize I had fans. There were people who followed my work in magazines for years and I never knew it until I published a novel and ended up meeting some at a convention and they'd be:
"I love you, I've been reading your work for decades!"
and I'd be like: "But this is my first novel."
And they's be: "No, I used to red you in..." then they'd list off the magazines.
I was stunned. It really changed my way of looking at short stories and being a short story author. It had never occurred to me that there were people who followed short story authors the way novel readers do novel authors.
Funny thing is, after 4 decades of trying to reach my goal of publishing a novel, I ended up becoming known as a short story author, because, even though I struggled to get a novel published, I didn't let that stop me from publishing everything else I wrote on the way.
I know a lot of people feel they MUST write a novel and only novels. Like, they think short story writing is only something you do for practice while you work towards a novel. And they shouldn't be thinking that way. I certainly felt that way for a lot of years, and so I never thought of writing short stories as a career. I thought of as a stepping stone. A rung on the ladder. A lower level you use to reach the top. Looking back now I know that's not the case.
In the last 40 years, I've published over 2,000 short stories. And the whole time I thought of them as "practice" towards my goal of novel publishing. I wish I had had someone to tell me: "All writing is good, not just novels" back then, because I might have focused more on my short stories, then forever chasing the novel publishing dream, because once I reached it, I suddenly realized, being a published novelist was no different then being a published short story writer. Each was good and valid.
Today, I publish both, short stories and novels and also novellas and non-fictions. I still do lots of short stories, but now I focus on putting effort into the short stories, rather then struggling to make them long enough to be novels.
And I never did get published by either Baen or Tor, and for some reason, that goal vanished over the years and I no longer try to. I think I used to feel like I needed a bg name publisher to feel like a success... and in the end I realized all I needed to feel like a success, was fans who were devoted to reading my work no matter where or how it got published.... heck, these days I'm prone to publishing stuff on my blog (something I used to think was a big NO-NO) because I know it's something my fans will want to read.
Years ago, I used to write with a goal of reaching certain publishers. Today I write with a goal of reaching my readers.
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