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>I'm trying to imply that my narrator is falling asleep through what they say (and how they say it) in the final paragraph. Just to give you an idea of what I mean, here's what I've got in my first draft.
>I had a bit of a hard time trying to write this and, in my opinion at least, it really doesn't work. Anyone got some tips for writing this kind of passage? Just to be clear, I'm not looking for a specific critique of the paragraph itself (although feel free if it helps you illustrate your point), but for a more general guide on how to do this right.
Yes. I agree. What you have written there falls flat. Not only in words but also in presentation.
It is unnatural to read long blocks of text as dialogue.
Dialogue is short and snappy and when down properly, that little paragraph of yours should instead be many paragraphs, spanning 2 or more pages of the novel.
If a person is talking while falling asleep, their last few lines often become disjointed and they start muttering things that are inconsistent. Plus, a tired person is not going to drone on in one long monologue the way you've written it. Also, in first person, you can easily add her unspoken thoughts in between. You can also show the other party getting upset over her drifting off. Like this...
Instead of this...
"We’ll just take it one day at a time until we get to New York, and just hope that what they say is true. If not… Then something else. We’ll think of something. Just one day at a time just now. Tomorrow we’ll go swimming and that will be fun. Elsie loves swimming. We used to swim in California. Elsie used to squeal like a little girl in the water. Such a wuss…"
Write this:
"I'm worried we are doing too much, too fast."
Does she really have to bring this up now?
~YAWN~
I am so tired. Maybe if I pretend I didn't hear her...
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
"Yeah. I hear you."
"Well?"
"We’ll just take it one day at a time until we get to New York, and just hope that what they say is true. If not…"
"And?"
"What?" I jumped and looked around, wondering where I was. Her harsh reply jerked me awake. How long had I been asleep?
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah. What do you want?"
"You said 'If not'..."
"If not?" I tried to recall what it was I had been saying, but sleep was clouding my mind. "If not... oh! I know. Then something else."
"Something else? What do you mean, something else?"
"We’ll think of something."
"Do you even know what you're saying?"
No. I wasn't sure what I was saying. So tired. Way past my bed time. Why won't she just leave me alone and let me sleep already. Jese, you'd think she could take a hint.
"Just one day at a time just now," I muttered feeling as if I was in a dream.
"Don't you dare give me that one more day crap, you know it's bull crap."
"Tomorrow we’ll go swimming..."
"What? Are you even listening to me?"
"That'll be fun. Hmmmm. Swimming. I like swimming."
"What are you on about?"
"Elsie loves swimming too."
"Who's talking about Elsie. I was talking about us. Wake up you stupid dolt. You don't even know what you're saying."
"We used to swim... swim... in Califooooornia. He he."
"You're dreaming, you stupid 'git. You never lived in California."
"California..."
"Wake up!"
"Elsie used to squeal like a little girl in the water. Such a wuss…"
Can you see the change in flow, from one bunched up pile of text in a single paragraph, to a long fluid flow of dialogue spanning multiple pages?
Also...
THIS:
It was a stressful night and she was lying awake worrying. Focusing on Elsie calms her down and allows her to fall asleep, and I'm keeping it flowing like this to show that she doesn't even really realise she's calmed down. It shows how worry for Elsie hurts her (keeping her awake), but that her love for Elsie is what calms her down. Basically the nature and strength of the relationship.
Is 3rd person narrative, not 1st person.
First person is this:
It was a such stressful night and here I am just lying awake worrying. Focusing on Elsie usually calms me down and allows me to fall asleep. Damn, why doesn't it work tonight? My worry for that bitch Elsie hurts me keeping me awake, but my love for Elsie calms me down. Elsie. I can't lover her. I can't hate her. Damn it all! Basically the nature and strength of the relationship. Yeah, that's what Elsie is.
On that note, let's rewrite the dialogue into 3rd person, so you can see the difference.
"I'm worried we are doing too much, too fast," Sally said.
Does she really have to bring this up now? Betsy thought, yawing. I am so tired. Maybe if I pretend I didn't hear her...
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
"Yeah. I hear you."
"Well?"
"We’ll just take it one day at a time until we get to New York, and just hope that what they say is true. If not…"
"And?" She was getting upset over Betsy's not staying alert during such an important conversation.
"What?" Betsy jumped and looked around, wondering where she was. Sally's harsh reply jerked Betsy awake. How long have I been asleep?
"Are you even listening to me?"
Sally stamped her foot and crossed her arms, but Betsy didn't notice.
"Yeah," Betsy answered sleepily. "What do you want?"
Sally rolled her eyes hoping Betsy would take a hint, but Betsy had her eyes closed and didn't see Sally's over exaggerated fake frustration.
"You said 'If not'..." Sally whined.
"If not?" Betsy tried to recall what it was she had been saying, but sleep was clouding her mind. "If not... oh! I know. Then something else."
"Something else? What do you mean, something else?"
"We’ll think of something."
"Do you even know what you're saying?"
No. Betsy thought. I wasn't sure what I was saying. So tired. Way past my bed time. Why won't she just leave me alone and let me sleep already. Jese, you'd think she could take a hint.
"Just one day at a time just now," Betsy muttered feeling as if she was in a dream.
"Don't you dare give me that one more day crap, you know it's bull crap."
"Tomorrow we’ll go swimming..."
"What? Are you even listening to me?"
Sally was getting more and more pissed off at Betsy, but Betsy was too tired to notice.
"That'll be fun. Hmmmm. Swimming. I like swimming."
"What are you on about?" It was becoming all Sally could do to not punch Betsy right now.
"Elsie loves swimming too."
"Who's talking about Elsie. I was talking about us. Wake up you stupid dolt. You don't even know what you're saying."
"We used to swim... swim... in Califooooornia. He he."
"You're dreaming, you stupid 'git. You never lived in California."
"California..."
"Wake up!"
"Elsie used to squeal like a little girl in the water. Such a wuss…"
As you can see there is very little difference. Is and MEs become proper names, hes, and shes, and you get to add extra lines to further describe what the characters are doing.
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Soooo.... this page has not been updated in many, many years, nor have I shared a link to it anywhere, however, for some reason today it got 115 (one hundred and fifteen) views. Uhm... okay. That's actually a good thing, and usually that only happens to a "dead" page when someone shares it on social media, so, thank you to whomever shared it.
But anyways, while I was noticing it was getting traffic again, I decided why not let's ask ChatGPT to write it's own version of an answer, like I've been doing on my new/current pages, so, let's do that!
The Prompt:
How to describe falling asleep in creative writing?
ChatGPT's answer:
Describing the act of falling asleep in creative writing can be a beautiful and evocative experience, as it allows you to convey the transition from wakefulness to slumber in a way that engages the reader's senses and emotions. Here's a step-by-step guide on how to do it effectively:
1. Set the Scene:
Begin by setting the scene and creating a sense of place. Describe the surroundings, whether it's a cozy bedroom, a moonlit forest, or a starry night on a magical ferris wheel. Use sensory details to immerse your readers in the environment.
2. Emphasize Comfort:
Highlight the comfort and coziness of the sleeping space. Mention soft blankets, plush pillows, or the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. Convey a feeling of safety and relaxation.
3. Sensory Details:
Engage the senses. Describe the scent of lavender from a nearby sachet, the feel of cool sheets against the skin, the muffled sounds of a distant lullaby, or the taste of warm, soothing tea before bedtime.
4. Internal Thoughts and Emotions:
Offer insight into the character's thoughts and emotions as they prepare to sleep. Are they feeling content, anxious, or reflective? Share their internal monologue or contemplations about the day.
5. Physical Sensations:
Explore the physical sensations of drowsiness. Mention the heaviness of eyelids, the gentle slowing of breath, or the way muscles relax. Connect these sensations to the character's emotional state.
6. Dreamlike Imagery:
Transition into dreamlike imagery as the character drifts off. Use metaphors and similes to describe the feeling of falling into slumber. For example, "She felt like a leaf floating on a tranquil stream," or "His thoughts scattered like stardust in the night."
7. Symbolism:
Consider incorporating symbolism or foreshadowing into the description of falling asleep. This can hint at future events or themes in your story.
8. Transition:
Signal the transition from wakefulness to sleep with a key moment or phrase. This could be the closing of the character's eyes, the last coherent thought before drifting away, or the arrival of a recurring dream.
9. Final Emotion:
Conclude with the emotional state of the character as they fall asleep. Are they finding peace, escaping from their worries, or embracing a sense of wonder? This final emotional note can leave a lasting impression on the reader.
10. Leave Room for Interpretation:
Remember that the act of falling asleep can be deeply personal and subjective. Leave room for readers to connect with the experience on their own terms, allowing them to recall their own moments of drifting into slumber.
Here's an example of describing falling asleep:
She lay in her hammock, swaying gently under the canopy of stars. The night air was cool against her skin, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine. As her eyelids grew heavy, she watched as the stars blinked like distant fireflies, their light fading into the velvety sky. She felt like a paper boat drifting on a tranquil river, carried away by the gentle current of sleep. Her last coherent thought was a whispered wish for sweet dreams, and then the world dissolved into the soft embrace of night.
Remember that the style of your description can vary based on the tone and genre of your story. Whether you're aiming for a poetic, introspective, or whimsical depiction, make sure it aligns with the overall mood and themes of your narrative.
The Prompt:
How to describe falling asleep in creative writing? I'm trying to imply that my narrator is falling asleep through what they say (and how they say it) in the final paragraph. Just to give you an idea of what I mean, here's what I've got in my first draft.
"It was a stressful night and she was lying awake worrying. Focusing on Elsie calms her down and allows her to fall asleep, and I'm keeping it flowing like this to show that she doesn't even really realise she's calmed down. It shows how worry for Elsie hurts her (keeping her awake), but that her love for Elsie is what calms her down. Basically the nature and strength of the relationship."
I had a bit of a hard time trying to write this and, in my opinion at least, it really doesn't work. Anyone got some tips for writing this kind of passage? Just to be clear, I'm not looking for a specific critique of the paragraph itself (although feel free if it helps you illustrate your point), but for a more general guide on how to do this right.
Please recommend edits and changes I can make to improve this.
ChatGPT's answer:
Describing the act of falling asleep through a character's thoughts and emotions can be a powerful way to convey their mental and emotional state. Here are some tips and edits you can consider to improve your passage:
Original Passage:
"It was a stressful night, and she was lying awake worrying. Focusing on Elsie calms her down and allows her to fall asleep, and I'm keeping it flowing like this to show that she doesn't even really realize she's calmed down. It shows how worry for Elsie hurts her (keeping her awake), but that her love for Elsie is what calms her down. Basically, the nature and strength of the relationship."
Revised Passage:
"On this particularly stressful night, she lay there, her thoughts swirling in the darkness like restless ghosts. Worries danced on the edges of her mind, refusing to let her find solace in slumber. It was Elsie, her anchor amidst the tumultuous sea of anxieties, who ultimately whispered peace into her troubled heart. She didn't even notice the transition, how the storm of her thoughts gradually subsided into a gentle breeze. It was as though Elsie's name alone had the power to lull her into serenity. The weight of her love for Elsie became a soothing balm, mending the frayed edges of her restless soul. She drifted into dreams, cocooned in the warm embrace of their relationship, where worries held no dominion."
Tips for Improving the Description:
1. Use Vivid Imagery: Paint a picture with words by describing the thoughts as "swirling in the darkness" and worries "dancing on the edges of her mind." This creates a visual and emotional impact.
2. Show, Don't Tell: Instead of directly stating that focusing on Elsie calms her down, show this transformation through the calming imagery and emotions that follow.
3. Embrace Metaphors: Metaphors can be a powerful tool to convey complex emotions. In this case, you can use the metaphor of a storm gradually subsiding into a gentle breeze to represent the calming effect of Elsie's presence.
4. Highlight Contrast: Emphasize the contrast between the initial restlessness and the eventual serenity. This highlights the impact of Elsie's presence on the character's mental state.
5. Bring in the Senses: Incorporate sensory details to immerse the reader in the experience. Mention the "warm embrace" and "soothing balm" to evoke a tactile and emotional response.
6. Symbolism: You can use the act of falling asleep as a symbolic representation of finding peace and comfort within their relationship. This adds depth to the narrative.
Remember, the key is to engage the reader's senses and emotions, allowing them to connect with the character's experience of falling asleep on a deeper level.
The Prompt:
How to describe falling asleep in creative writing? I'm trying to imply that my narrator is falling asleep through what they say (and how they say it) in the final paragraph.
How can I best use Vivid Imagery to do this? Can you please explain this technique in more detail? Paint a picture with words by describing the thoughts as "swirling in the darkness" and worries "dancing on the edges of her mind." This creates a visual and emotional impact. Could you write a short scene to use as an example of How to use vivid imagery to describe falling asleep in creative writing?
ChatGPT's answer:
Certainly! Using vivid imagery to describe falling asleep in creative writing can immerse readers in the character's experience. Here's a short scene as an example:
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The room was cloaked in the quiet of midnight, a tranquil canvas for the mind to paint its dreams. She lay there, her eyelids heavy with the weight of the day, each blink a slow descent into the realm of slumber. Thoughts, like fireflies in the twilight, flickered and waned, their once-keen edges softening into indistinct shadows.
Outside, the wind whispered secrets through the open window, and the curtains rustled like memories brushing against the glass. It was as if the night itself had reached out to cradle her in its tender embrace. The world beyond her senses grew distant, replaced by the ethereal landscape of her dreams.
Beneath the quilt, her body sank into the mattress, its warmth cocooning her as she journeyed deeper into the enigmatic labyrinth of sleep. Her breaths slowed, becoming gentle breezes that stirred the tranquil waters of her mind. It was as though the room had become a sanctuary, a sacred space where time flowed like a meandering river, winding its way into the realm of dreams.
The distant echo of a lullaby whispered in her thoughts, a melody of serenity that guided her into the embrace of Morpheus. The worries that had once held her captive now dissipated like mist in the morning sun, vanishing into the tapestry of her subconscious.
And there, in the hushed stillness of the night, she surrendered to the tender clasp of sleep, her consciousness becoming a ship adrift on the tranquil sea of dreams, carried away by the gentle currents of the night.
---
In this example, vivid imagery is used to convey the sensory and emotional experience of falling asleep. It creates a visual and emotional impact by describing the surroundings, sensations, and mental state of the character as they transition from wakefulness to slumber.
The Prompt:
How to describe falling asleep in creative writing? I'm trying to imply that my narrator is falling asleep through what they say (and how they say it) in the final paragraph.
How can I best use Show, Don't Tell to do this? Can you please explain this technique in more detail? Instead of directly stating that focusing on Elsie calms her down, show this transformation through the calming imagery and emotions that follow. Could you write a short scene to use as an example of How to use Show, Don't Tell to describe falling asleep in creative writing?
ChatGPT's answer:
Certainly! Using "Show, Don't Tell" is a powerful technique to describe falling asleep by allowing readers to infer the character's state through actions, emotions, and sensory details. Here's a short scene as an example:
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The night stretched endlessly before her, a dark tapestry woven with threads of worry. As she lay there, restlessness gnawing at her thoughts, she reached out for Elsie. The soft warmth of her beloved's hand, intertwined with her own, sent ripples of comfort through her soul. In that simple touch, she found solace, a lifeline to tranquility.
Outside, the rain tapped gently on the windowpane, a soothing lullaby that spoke of nature's rhythms. With each drop, the weight of her concerns began to lift, carried away on the whispered cadence of the storm. Shadows played on the walls, their dance a gentle distraction from the troubles that had plagued her just moments before.
Elsie's breathing, steady and serene, mirrored the quietude of the room. It was a melody that invited her to join in, to let go of the world's troubles, if only for a while. The scent of lavender from their shared pillow wafted through the air, a fragrant promise of serenity.
She closed her eyes, embracing the sensation of sinking into the mattress, the softness cradling her like a mother's embrace. The room, once a battleground of thoughts, now transformed into a sanctuary of dreams. Her mind, still and peaceful, began to wander through the landscapes of slumber.
Images drifted by, as ethereal as clouds in the night sky, each one a fragment of a dream yet to be. The tension in her body eased, replaced by the gentle pull of drowsiness. It was a sensation as soft as a feather's touch, guiding her towards the realm of sleep.
And as the night held its breath, she let herself be carried away by the current of tranquility, her worries fading like distant echoes in the night.
---
In this example, "Show, Don't Tell" is used to depict the character's journey from restlessness to calmness, allowing readers to infer her state of falling asleep through sensory details, emotions, and actions. This technique engages the reader's imagination and creates a more immersive experience.
The Prompt:
How to describe falling asleep in creative writing? I'm trying to imply that my narrator is falling asleep through what they say (and how they say it) in the final paragraph.
How can I best Embrace Metaphors to do this? Metaphors can be a powerful tool to convey complex emotions. In this case, you can use the metaphor of a storm gradually subsiding into a gentle breeze to represent the calming effect of Elsie's presence. Could you write a short scene to use as an example of How to use Embrace Metaphors to describe falling asleep in creative writing?
ChatGPT's answer:
Certainly! Metaphors can add depth and vividness to your descriptions. Here's a short scene using the metaphor of a storm to describe falling asleep:
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The night had been a tempest, her thoughts a relentless downpour that pelted the windows of her mind. Restless, she tossed and turned, seeking refuge from the deluge of worries. But then, as if in response to her silent plea, Elsie's hand found hers.
It was a lifeline thrown into the midst of the storm. Elsie's presence was a lightning rod, drawing away the charged anxiety that crackled in the air. Their fingers intertwined, creating a circuit that sent soothing currents through her body.
Outside, the storm still raged, but in their cocoon of warmth and affection, it began to relent. The thunderous thoughts that had echoed in her mind now retreated, becoming distant rumbles. Lightning flashes of concern faded into a gentle, persistent drizzle of reassurance.
Elsie's breath, once an erratic gale, steadied into a calm breeze. It rustled the leaves of her consciousness, brushing away the debris of unease. The room, once a battleground of racing thoughts, transformed into a peaceful meadow, dew-kissed and serene.
She closed her eyes, feeling the storm within her subside. The torrent of worries turned into a gentle, meandering stream of consciousness. It wound its way through the landscape of her mind, carrying away the remnants of tension and doubt.
And so, in the quietude of that night, the storm gave way to a tranquil dawn. She let herself drift, carried by the gentle zephyrs of Elsie's love, toward the shores of sleep.
---
In this scene, the metaphor of a storm gradually subsiding into a gentle breeze is used to convey the narrator's journey from restlessness to falling asleep, with Elsie's presence serving as the calming force. Metaphors like this can evoke powerful emotions and imagery in your writing.
The Prompt:
How to describe falling asleep in creative writing? I'm trying to imply that my narrator is falling asleep through what they say (and how they say it) in the final paragraph.
How can I best Highlight Contrasts to do this? Emphasize the contrast between the initial restlessness and the eventual serenity. This highlights the impact of Elsie's presence on the character's mental state.. Could you write a short scene to use as an example of How to use Highlighting Contrasts to describe falling asleep in creative writing?
ChatGPT's answer:
Certainly! Highlighting contrasts can create a strong sense of transformation. Here's a short scene using this technique to describe falling asleep:
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The night had been a restless tempest, a symphony of worries that played on the strings of her consciousness. Tossing and turning in the bed, she had been trapped in a whirlwind of anxious thoughts.
But then, there was a shift, subtle yet profound. It was as if a soft hand had reached into the turbulence of her mind, stilling the chaotic currents. Elsie's presence, like a lighthouse cutting through the fog, began to work its magic.
The initial disarray of her thoughts, like scattered puzzle pieces, slowly began to assemble. Worries that had danced on the edges of her mind now found their seats, and the cacophony of doubts transformed into a gentle hum of reassurance.
Outside, the world seemed to follow suit. The howling winds that had echoed her restlessness now sighed with resignation, as if acknowledging defeat. The harsh drumming of rain on the windowpane morphed into a soothing lullaby, each drop a note in the melody of her dreams.
The contrast was striking. From a nightmarish maelstrom, she had been guided into the tranquil waters of slumber. Her racing thoughts had been tamed into a serene river, carrying her toward the shores of rest.
With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes, embracing the quietude that enveloped her. The contrast between chaos and calm was a testament to Elsie's profound influence. In the stillness, she surrendered to the embrace of sleep.
---
In this scene, the contrast between the initial restlessness and the eventual serenity is emphasized, highlighting the impact of Elsie's presence on the character's mental state as she falls asleep. This technique can effectively convey the character's journey from turmoil to tranquility.
The Prompt:
How to describe falling asleep in creative writing? I'm trying to imply that my narrator is falling asleep through what they say (and how they say it) in the final paragraph.
How can I best Bring in the Senses to do this? Incorporate sensory details to immerse the reader in the experience. Mention the "warm embrace" and "soothing balm" to evoke a tactile and emotional response. Could you write a short scene to use as an example of How to use Bringing in the Senses to describe falling asleep in creative writing?
ChatGPT's answer:
Certainly! Incorporating the senses can create a vivid and immersive description of falling asleep. Here's a short scene using this technique:
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The night had been a relentless cascade of thoughts, each drop heavier than the last, beating against the windows of her mind. Anxiety had clenched its grip, refusing to let go.
But then, there was a shift—a subtle, imperceptible change that stirred the senses. It was as if a warm embrace enveloped her, a gentle cocoon of serenity. Elsie's presence had always held this power.
The room, once filled with the harsh, buzzing neon of her worries, now bathed in a soft, moonlit glow. The curtains swayed like a lullaby, their fabric brushing against her skin, whispering secrets of tranquility.
The scent of lavender, Elsie's favorite, wafted from the bedside table. It was a soothing balm, calming the tempest of her thoughts. Each breath inhaled carried the promise of a peaceful night's sleep.
The rain outside had transformed. What was once a cacophony of chaos now became a gentle patter on the roof, a rhythmic serenade that lulled her into a tranquil dreamland.
As she closed her eyes, the taste of contentment lingered on her lips, like the sweet aftertaste of a cherished memory. The world outside faded into the background, and she surrendered to the sensory symphony that Elsie's presence had orchestrated.
In the embrace of these sensations, she drifted away, carried on the soothing currents of slumber.
---
In this scene, sensory details such as touch, sight, scent, sound, and taste are used to immerse the reader in the experience of falling asleep. These details evoke a tactile and emotional response, allowing the reader to feel the character's transition from restlessness to serenity as they drift into sleep.
The Prompt:
How to describe falling asleep in creative writing? I'm trying to imply that my narrator is falling asleep through what they say (and how they say it) in the final paragraph.
How can I best use Symbolism to do this? You can use the act of falling asleep as a symbolic representation of finding peace and comfort within their relationship. This adds depth to the narrative.. Could you write a short scene to use as an example of How to use Symbolism to describe falling asleep in creative writing?
ChatGPT's answer:
Certainly! Symbolism can add layers of meaning to your narrative. Here's a short scene using this technique:
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The night was a tempest, a whirlwind of worries and fears that had raged within her. Each thought was a gust of wind, threatening to uproot the fragile framework of her composure.
But then, as if summoned by the magic of the moment, the room transformed. The soft glow of the bedside lamp became a beacon of hope, casting a warm, golden halo on the walls. Shadows danced in a slow, hypnotic waltz, as if orchestrating a lullaby.
Elsie's presence beside her was the anchor in this storm. Her fingers, entwined with hers, felt like the sturdy roots of an ancient tree, grounding her in the midst of chaos.
As the minutes passed, the turmoil within her began to ebb, like a receding tide. The waves of anxiety grew gentler, their crashing crescendos reduced to soothing whispers.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the symbolism of the moment. The act of falling asleep became a metaphor for something deeper—a journey into the tranquil sea of their love. With each breath, she descended further into its depths.
In the quietude of that room, she found solace, a sanctuary within their shared dreamscape. It was a symbol of the peace and comfort their relationship offered, a haven from the storms of life.
As her breathing slowed, and her heart found its steady rhythm, she knew that within the realm of their love, she could always find the serenity she sought.
---
In this scene, the act of falling asleep is used as a symbol for finding peace and comfort within the narrator's relationship with Elsie. The symbolism adds depth to the narrative, conveying a deeper emotional connection between the characters as they find solace in each other's presence.
So, what do you think? Was ChatGPT's advice helpful?
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If you ever made fun of or had any part in the destruction of my farm, and the illegal selling of half of my land to Colliard, you shall lose your land.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in my being homeless since 2006 - YES, I AM still homeless in 2023, you shall become homeless.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in the backhoe driving over my house, you shall lose your house.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in my car being cut in half, you shall lose your car.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in my becoming crippled, you shall lose your health.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death. If you haven't got a child to lose, it will be a brother or sister or parents or spouse or whomever you love the most, and that you should know it was this curse which you brought upon yourself that killed them, they will die on exactly the 7 year anniversary of the very first time, you mocked the death of my child.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.
~EelKat
If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
Update: November 12, 2023
Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them. https://www.eelkat.com/Never-Forget.html
UPDATE to add answer to question:
No. I am legally blind. I have been since I was 4 years old. I can not see what she looks like. I go by sound of voice and body smell to identify people. For what someone looks like I have to go by what others tell me. Like I said, I've never seen the woman who attacks, as she clearly knows I am legally blind and stays over 4 feet away from me.
A person has to be closer than four feet from me in order for me to even make out the blur outline of their body shape/height/weight. But in order for ne to see their face they must have their face closer the EIGHT INCHES.
It's why I CAN identify the Claire woman and the Kendra woman who murdered my son, if anyone ever finds them and gets them in a line-up, I would be able to pick them out, but why I can not identify this weird crazy woman who shows up at the Biddeford apartment and stand yelling on the front porch and killed my dog Mickey in June 2023, and tried to kill me by poisoning my pizza at Round 1, while running around the restaurant screaming the same way she does here.
I can identify her voice and her laugh and her smell, its a very "Minnie Mouse type" high pitch shrieking with a megaphone style booming cackle laugh. And she smells really strong of alcohol drinks but I don't know what type as I am a Mormon and I don't know them. She also has a weird "rotting cat pee mixed with burned cotton candy smell" to her, which I am told by police, sounds like I am trying to describe a mix of "crack and weed" which the police said is some type of drug, but again, I'm a Mormon so I do not know those things. According to witnesses she is very fat, According to both my mother and my father she is well over 300lbs. Around twenty different people said she has "Shirley Temple Sausage curls" hair, while nearly a dozen other people said she has red curly hair, and several more people described her with straight purple hair, while some described her as wearing a "pulp fiction uma thurman wig".
In total well over a hundred people have come forward citing that she shows up on their porch and starts yell at them, and always starts out with some kind of "I got to warn you about EelKat and her demons" rant. They always describe her as "fat", "morbidly obeses", some say "200lbs" others say "300lbs". Some say she is in her 30s others say she is in her 40s. None of them know who she is, they all say she is a total stranger to them and they also all say, they had no idea who I was either.
They come to my apartment, they said, to tell me what she is doing, each of them saying they found out where I was because she told them my address, and they came over to tell me that she was doxxing my family. These people are always citing that they live in the Cutt St/Main street/May St/South St area, all of them saying they live within 3 or 4 blocks of me and that she walks to their buildings, they never see a car. My Biddeford apartment is 409 Main Street and she has shown up here daily from November 21, 2021 (the same day Etiole was shot; he says by her) until May 17, 2022. After May 2022, she showed up every holiday and every weekend, but no longer every day.
Today is the 12th of November 2023 and she has already been here 4 times this month. At the same time, people around the Portland Ave and Cascade area of Old Orchard, are also arriving saying the same things, but about a man. They cite a white haired man, very skinny, rather short, around 5'6", around 70, is going driveway to driveway, parking a big Power Wagon sized Dodge Ram pickup truck across their driveway, then getting out, waving a rifle over his head, and yell up at their house ALSO saying he is there to "warn you about EelKat and her aliens".
The two are believed to be grandfather/granddaughter, and FBI suspects they are the husband and granddaughter of the mystery "Claire" woman who murdered my son. They believe, that the homeless man who was murdered November 19, 2021, DID in fact know who the "Claire" woman who murdered my son was, and they believe this white haired man and woman who screams from porches are the ones who killed the homeless man, seeing how, he showed up on the 7 year anniversary of my son's murder, asking for the FBI phone number, claiming he knew who the woman who murdered my son was, but 5 days later he was murdered before he got a chance to talk to the FBI (the federal building in Portland was closed for the holiday week and the homeless man died before they reopened).
These 2, the white haired man and younger woman both showed up November 21, 2021, 2 days after the November 19, 2021 murder of the homeless man, who was murdered in the backyard of my Biddeford apartment, by the way, that week our building was yellow taped and crawling with police, that's why they were picking up the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of chopped up pieces of the homeless man, which took them 3 days to find all of him. The FBI believes the homeless man was killed by someone who did not want him to identify my son's murderer... this homeless man's death is WHY my son's cold case, was reopened and the FBI once again here asking all the neighbors for leads.
The FBI believes that the reason these two are hyper going from house to house all around me (I have 2 addresses: 409 Main Street Biddeford and 146 Portland Ave, Old Orcharch; and they are going up and down both streets and all side streets off of both streets), trying to spread slanderous rumors about me, most of the rumors involving some gibberish about demons, aliens, haunted cats, kidnapped cats, schizophrenia, and tons of other similar outright gibbering insanity.
The FBI believes they are spreading their wild gibbering slander in a weird attempt to get witness to NOT come forward with information about my son's murder. This in turn has led the FBI to believe that SOMEONE NEAR BY IS a witness to my son's murder and is scared of these two people. It is believed that this weird smear slander campaign these two are doing, is a direct fear tactic aimed at terrorizing someone they know to be a witness.
These two are bullying and harassing my family on extreme and outlandish levels. The whole thing is very bizarre, and if this woman had NOT started running her gossiping, busy body, slandering mout h off on every front porch in the area, my son's murder investigation would NOT have been reopened.
The thing is, for 7 years, from 2013 to 2021, there were ZERO leads.
The mystery homeless man who showed up on the 7 year anniversary, was the first time anyone came forward claiming to know who the murderer was, but he was murdered 5 days later, and 2 days after that these 2 showed up with their wild tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, etc.
Interestingly, at the same time, YouTube got flooded with HUNDREDS of deep fake "Golden Eagle Haunted Car" AI generated videos, alongside TENS OF THOUSANDS of weird "anti-EelKat" Reddit posts spread across well over a hundred Reddit accounts. Which in turn caused my website to have a MEGA massive increase in traffic - with now over a million users per month, searching Google for the term "EelKat golden Eagle Ghost Car Wendy Allen Demon Car" (the keyword that Google Analytics says has sent the most traffic to my website since November 2021). In their weird slander attempt, and in making all these weird deep fake videos, and in posting all those weird Reddit posts, they have had an unexpected side effect of RAISING AWARENESS to my son's murder, by sending millions of people to my website.
I don't do any marketing or promoting of my website, there is the URL painted on my car and the link from my FaceBook profile, together those each around two thousand people.
This weird smear campaign these 2 have done since November 2021, has had a HUGE impact on traffic to my website. HUGE. With my site going from 10k average monthly visitors to over SEVEN MILLION average monthly visitors.
This woman and the white haired man, in their mega hyper attempts to slander men, inadvertently caused people to start direct typing the word "EelKat" into Google search engine, which of course cause Google to give them eelkat.com as a search result. In their attempt to BURY all thoughts of my son's murder, by trying to spread crazy rumors about me, they instead caused the page about my son's murder to receive an average of over ONE MILLION NEW USERS visiting it, EACH MONTH since they stated yelling from porches around Biddeford in November 2021.
Which in turn has also lead to more than one thousand people calling the police and FBI giving tips about my son's murder.
So, in their attempt to make me look crazy, all they did was make themselves look very, very, VERY guilty, while spreading awareness about my son's murder to people who, before these two arrived on porched in Biddeford and Old Orchard, were unaware of my son's murder.
But no, back to your question, I've never seen either of these two. I'm blind, remember? Blind since I was 4 years old. Blind from being beaten in the face with a limb from a pine tree. I have been blind for five decades.
And no, I've never spoken with either of them. I'm mute, remember? My jaw was fused shut, from the bone growing back wrong, after being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, when I was 14 years old. I have been mute for four decades. I was 42 years old when doctors discovered I was not born mute, but was forcable made mute by "medical augmentation" aka torture. In June 2016, I had surgery to allow me to open my jaw properly for the first time in 40 years, but four decades mute, meant my vocal cords never grew properly, never received conditioning, and now today, I still can not speak properly, my voice is barely a whisper, IF I can even form vocalizations at all, which usually I can not. Because of this I have no physical ability to raise my voice at all, I can not scream or yell at all, I am physically, medically incapable of getting my voice to be anything other then a whisper, and even that causes searing pain, resulting in I don't bother trying to speak.
And no, I've not had contact with anyone. From 1983 until 2006 I was locked in a rusted racoon trap cage in a wood shed "room", and there were only 7 people who ever checked in on me that entire time, and they only did that once a week. Needless to say I never went to school. I had a typewriter, and my grandmother brought paper each week. I became very good at typing, because for 27 years, I had nothing else to do.
October 2006 a bomb blew up that house. I almost died. Someone put the bomb in that "room" while I was asleep. From 2006 to 2015, I lived under a 8x9 tarp at the back of that wood shed.
Out of the entire of my more then five decades of life, I have only had contact with Humans for three years. From October 2010 to November 2013.
In October 2010 I went to the Old Orchard Beach High School and got my GED after 3 weeks of night classes. I got a ride to the DMV and got my driver's permit. Then I enrolled in two colleges York County Community College and Southern Maine Community College, taking five classes per semester. I could not enroll as a degree student because I do not know how to count or tell time or read clocks or calendars or do maths.
At SMCC, three professors (Andrew Parker, Robert Vettes, and Chris M) attempted to teach me how to speak. The SMCC student counselor brought in social workers and a state psychologist who diagnosed me as "a feral child" and stated I had no social skills on any level whatsoever due to what they termed "the most horrific case of child abuse and neglect ever seen in Maine history". They found my not knowing about things like eating utensils, bathing, or communicating verbally to be the worst case of "feral childism" in modern history.
A team of psychiatrists were brought to the college, over a dozen of the world's top child behavior specialists from countries all over the world: to do a study on the "training of a feral child" and to make "attempts to intergrade a feral child into modern American society". They called me an anomaly and a "once in a hundred years chance of a lifetime study subject".
Four of them predicted I would: never drive a car, never learn to talk, never make a single friend, never learn to interact with Humans, never learn to eat with a fork, and never learn math.
I became the "test subject" of more then a dozen "feral child studied" which lasted my entire time at college, and ended abruptly November 14, 2013, when a mystery woman who identified herself as "Claire" attacked with a golf club, murdering my baby and leaving me with a broken spine and paralyzed legs.
Even before I became bedridden in 2013, I could not walk unaided. My hip was stabbed with a foundation rod, that was driven through my right hip and out my left thigh. My Uncle Bruce did that when I was 4 years old. I've struggled to even stand, let alone walk, since I was FOUR years old. So being crippled, unable to walk, was not new. But my whole life, it was my hips, and now it is my spine, and a severed nerve bundle in my spinal column.
Since November 2013 I have been bedridden, and the ONLY way you can talk to me or see me is to visit me, visit my bed.
I can not see.
I can not talk.
I can not walk.
Since 2013 I am out of bed fewer then 2 hours a day.
And NO ONE... not ONE SINGLE PERSON, ever visited me since 2013, or before.
The ONLY people who arrive are the ones who stand in the driveway and on the porch and yell obscenities and hate slurs from the street... and they are too far away for me to see them, and they are too far away for them to hear my whisper if I tried to talk, which I don't. Plus, I can not sit up, it takes well over an hour for me to sit up in my bed, so by the time I am sitting up, they are gone.
So, anyone telling you I have seen them, spoken with them, yelled at them, interacted with them, at ANY point prior to 1983... when I was locked in that cage ... is lying to you. Because since 1983, NO ONE but my husband Benjamin Kitchle Wildes, my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater, and my uncles Bruce, Dickie, & David, and my aunt Barbara has EVER underreacted with me at all. And the only interactions from Brice, David, Dickie, and Barbara was to electrocute me for the fun of watching me pass out, stabbing me with broken glass again for th e fun of it, and beating me with cinder block bricks because breaking the bones of children is funny according to them.
From October 2010 to November 2013, ar the ONLY three years of my life where I ever went outside and had interaction with Humans, and I was seen as so UN-human that 90% of my Human interactions was with psychiatrists who were giddy piss pants excited to have "a real live feral child oh boy!" to study.
So ANYONE telling you they have ever had ANY form of interactions with me EVER in my ENTIRE LIFE, if lying to you, because those interactions I just listed are the ONLY ones that have EVER happened. PERIOD.
You ask how I can remember everything everyone has ever done and said? Easy? Because so FEW people have ever done or said ANYTHING AT ALL, that it makes it each to remember EVERY ONE of them, for the very simple fact that there is literally not one other thing in my life to remember.
More then 99% of the hours of my life have been spent ALONE, in total darkness, in a cage, or alone, bed ridden in a bed, with no one saying ANYTHING to me, no one EVER interacting with me at all... and with fewer then two hundred total interactions with a Human in my ENTIRE LIFE, I am easily able to remember every single one of them.
Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them. https://www.eelkat.com/Never-Forget.html
If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death. If you haven't got a child to lose, it will be a brother or sister or parents or spouse or whomever you love the most, and that you should know it was this curse which you brought upon yourself that killed them, they will die on exactly the 7 year anniversary of the very first time, you mocked the death of my child.Where wee you on your 10th birthday?
I was here:
I was looked in this "room" in Old Orchard Beach, Maine for 27 years. From the time I was 8 years old, until I was 31... I escaped in 2010. That's why in 2013 these same people murdered my 8 month old son and crippled me, and drove a backhoe over my house. To punish me for escaping this room.Where wee you on your 20th birthday?
I was here:
Where wee you on your 30th birthday?
I was here:
I was looked in this "room" in Old Orchard Beach, Maine for 27 years. From the time I was 8 years old, until I was 31... I escaped in 2010. That's why in 2013 these same people murdered my 8 month old son and crippled me, and drove a backhoe over my house. To punish me for escaping this room.You never saw the room Ben and my mother kept me locked in for 27 years from the time I was 8 years old, the one Etiole used to break me out of? Well here you go, photos of it from the 2007 FBI and police reports, THIS is the "room", my mother designed it, my father built it, Bruce hired the priests of the Cape Elizabeth, Saco, and Sanford ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to rape me in it... from the time i was 8 until 12, when Ben aka the High Priest came along and declared I was his and from the time i was 12 until 31 Ben kept me in this room only allowing me out on Sundays to attend church. still wonder why I hate the Atwaters? When I was 37 years old the FBI showed up and started the investigation into the trafficking ring the Atwaters ran out of 37 Smithwheel Road and 144 Portland Ave, Maine, this room was a pivotal piece of evidence that was roped off and no one allowed in it because of the FBI investigation... that's why the backhoe that ran over this room August 8, 2013 is such a very big importance... THIS room is what the backhoe was trying to hide. Look close at the floor, you can see the bones of the children who didn't survive.
I'm a survivor of adults who thought selling children to priests was a good income and this room was the biggest piece of evidence the FBI had until the backhoe drove over the house and carried off the remained, doing the biggest tampering of evidence of a fucking murder investigation ... that's WHY the backhoe drove over the house, because the Atwaters were desperate to hide the evidence of this rooms existence, and that's WHY they started the alien abduction hoax about me and Etiole because they thought if they destroyed the room and gaslighted me by spread alien abduction rumors, they thought they could convince everyone i was crazy for saying i was locked in this room for 27 years... but they didn't know before they did that, that the FBI had already been in the room and has HUNDREDS of photos of every inch of it. It was not the only place like this. These Atwater run child trafficking "rooms" have been found in twenty-one states. The FBI has shut down 14 of these child trafficking rings run by the Atwaters. If you support the Atwaters in any way, THIS is what you are supporting. When you send money to an Atwater run fund raiser, you funding building more rooms like this one. That's what they do with your hard earned money. Rooms like this, where small children, are raped and starved. And because the children have no birth records, no ID, they live and die without a paper trail. They exist to be raped daily, until they have their first period and risk getting pregnant, and they the room is locked not to be opened again, until they starve to death. Most die before their 12th birthday.
I'm a survivor, and I survived because of Etiole, because while HUNDREDS of people in Old Orchard Beach, Maine knew of this room, used this room, he was the only person with the moral decency to be horrified by this room and try to stand up to the Atwaters, and try the help the children. He used to break in and try to rescue me. Took me out into the swamps of the Ross Forest. But the Atwaters always found me and took me back.
To discredit me, when I was 14 years old, and escaped to the local police and tried to get help, the Atwaters made up a terrible story: they lied to the police. They told the police, there was no room, and Etiole was a figment of my imagination, they called him a demon at first, and later they called him an alien. The Atwaters spread a horrific lie, telling people that I was an alien abductee. And depending on WHICH Atwater you talked to the story changed wildly: sometimes Etiole was a evil spirit, other times a cryptid, other times a demon, but most often "The Amphibious Alien".
We had a neighbor back in the 1970s, his name was Stephen King, he wrote about us. My Gypsy family, my car, me, and Etiole. He filmed two movies on our farm, but never once tried to help the children he wrote about. He never tried to help us children, even though his books and movies today exist as evidence that he was well aware of this room and Etiole. Instead, he profited off of our pain and suffering, while 120 of those children were saw up and their bones dumped in the Goosefare Broke Ravine in the Reclaim Blueberry Plains of the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine... bones confiscated by the FBI in June 2016, which led to the arrest of many of the child traffickers at 37 Smithwheel Rod, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, that same year.
Meanwhile The Atwaters continued to spread their lies about me and Etile, contacting hundreds of alien and UFO and cryptid organizations telling them I was abducted by aliens and Etiole was that alien. Only I have no clue what they were doing and I had never heard of the concept of aliens or cryptids or UFOs, and so I had no clue what MUFON and the UFO nuts were talking about, when they showed up on my farm to interview me and try to catch Etiole, calling him an EBE.
There are no aliens.
There are no demons.
There are no evil spirits.
There are no haunted cars.
There was just this room, and the children raped by Mormon priests... Mormon Priests, known as The Atwaters... Mormon Priests who invented the urban myth of a haunted car and a child abducted by aliens, for one reason, and one reason only: to make the children crazy, if those children ever dared tell people about this room.
Rooms like the one at 144 Portland Ave, 146 Portland Ave, and 37 Smithwheel Road, exist all over the State of Maine, and the 3 the FBI shut down in Old Orchard Beach, ran from the 1950s until 2016. I was put in this room in 1983. That's why I have no knowledge of any world event, any movie, and TV show, and books, anything that occurred between 1983 and 2010.
ALL of the children who survived these rooms, ALL of them, have been slandered the same way the Atwaters slandered me and Etiole. Each with stories of aliens and demons. Thirty-one of those survivors, have commit suicide, all who escaped, killed themselves within 3 years because of the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about them, alien abduction lies that are no different then the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about me and Etiole.
Yes, I am EelKat, Etiole’s friend, but I don’t know why you call me that, because it’s the other way around. He was my friend. He was my ONLY friend. He was the only person in this godforsaken town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, who did not value money or sex over the lives of children.
There are ONE group of people who call me an alien abductee. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call me an alien abductee, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls me an alien abductee, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.
I am not an alien abductee and I never claimed to be, and if anyone ever told you I was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.
There are ONE group of people who call Etiole an alien. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call him an alien, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, when I was 8 years old said an old man broke into the room and took me into the swamps; they call him an alien so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls Etiole an alien, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.
Etiole is not an alien and I never said he was, and if anyone ever told you he was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.
He is a local homeless French Jewish man, whom I let sleep in my car on rainy nights so that he can stay dry. Retarded locals think he is a demon or alien or whatever else they call him, because he is covered in scars and burns and Kabalic tattoos and number tattoos from being a concentration camp survivor from WW2.
You can see video footage of his living conditions:
and HERE
and HERE. These videos where filmed in 2022
As you can see from the videos, this homeless man whom my sick jackass Uncle Bruce has spent DECADES harassing, has NOTHING, he LITERALLY is living in a hole he dug with his fingernails, in the sand under a fallen tree, and you can see from these videos WHY I let him sleep in my car, and WHY the shit heads of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine who are harassing this homeless man, calling him a cryptid, calling him an alien, calling him an evil spirit, are scumbag pieces of shit who don't deserve the life god gave them.
The Atwaters and their church group are evil, and if you believe their lies about me or Etiole, then you've fallen for their scam, just like they wanted you to do.
There is right now, in October of 2023, a group of people actively going to houses, store, bars, and restaurants throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach, randomly approaching total strangers and and saying "Have you heard about EelKat?" And then going on some spiel involving wild radical tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, cats, about 40 people near as we can tell, led by an elderly white haired man who drives a dark green pick up truck and a very fat, extremely morbidly obese blond woman about late 30s/early 40s, who people in the area have dubbed "porch bitch" because she goes from porch to porch all over Biddeford screaming from strangers' porches to walkers on the sidewalk, always screaming "Have you head about EelKat?" usually referencing also my Volvo. The FBI believes these two to be the husband and daughter of the woman who murdered my son. If you know who the white haired man or "porch bitch" are, the FBI is actively seeking information about their identity.
I am legally blind, I have never seen either of these people, so I do not know what they look like, I only know what witnesses are telling me they looked like when they showed up at their homes. I also have Kannar's Syndrome, real and actual (non-verbal, low functioning) Autism (not to be confused with high functioning Aspergers; I am only able to communicate by typing, and so here I am, typing, so I am unable to verbally respond to what these people are telling me. I have agoraphobia so, it is often months between me setting foot outside, but I am crippled with a broken spine from the November 14, 2013 attack of the golf club woman who crippled me when she murdered me son and thus I also can not get out of bed or stand up unaided. I do not know who either porch bitch or the white haired man these people are telling me is approaching them are. My son's murderer whom also crippled me, she I can identify if she ever got close enough again, but these two people whom are suspected of being her husband and daughter, I have not seen and can not identify. When you come to me and tell me they have approached you, you do nothing useful or helpful. I can not take YOUR testimony to the police or FBI, because it is YOUR testimony, not mine. YOU have to tell the POLICE and FBI what these people did. Do not come to me and tell me, because other then post this message here, there is nothing else I can do with the information you have provided.
There is some speculation that porch bitch may in fact live in my apartment building here at 409 Main Street in Biddeford, but I have lived here since February 2019, and of the 9 other families here, only one of them has lived here longer than me. Between the 9 families in our building, there are more then people living in this building and to date, I have met none of them.
Initially I had tried to introduce myself to each family in this building however, they are white and I am not, they are Christians and I am Moron/Voodoo, and this Maine where hatred of all things not white and not Christian are at their worst in the entire country.
White hatred for us Gypsies is very bad here in Maine and many in my family have been beaten, tortured, and murdered by the white Christians of Maine.
Does porch bitch live in our building? I do not know. But many witnesses are now saying they have seen her going in and out of the building, so she either lives here or knows someone who does.
With the extreme anti-Gypsy animosity and anti-Pagan animosity the 9 families who live at 409 Main Street have shown my family since we moved in here on February 2019, I would not be at all surprised if porch bitch not only lived here but the others know it, know what she is doing to my family and are not reporting it to the police simply because, that's what white people do to us non-whites.
Interestingly, witnesses are saying they believe the white haired man with the big green Dodge Ram pickup truck, lives on Portland Ave, very near my farm.
It is deeply disturbing, if this is true, because that means porch bitch and the white haired man are doing very severe levels of stalking, because my family has lived at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach since the 1530s, we settled and founded the town, and in 2019 when I moved into this apartment in Biddeford, no one else lived in this building, other then the gay couple who are still here and the only ones here longer than me. And also in 2019, there was no white haired man living near me on Portland Ave.
This means, the man suspected of being "Clair's husband and the woman suspected of being "Claire's" daughter, Claire being the name the woman who murdered my son, called herself, have moved in next door to BOTH of my addresses within the last 3 years.
Claire used a golf club to beat my 8 month old son's head in with. If you are protecting Claire, know that THAT is the sort of child murdering bitch you are defending.
Claire's identity is the one we want. We want to know who she is. In 2021 a homeless man showed up in my driveway, claiming he knew who Claire was... 2 days later he was dead on the train tracks and splattered across the back of my house, and 2 days after that, this porch bitch woman showed up. We don't know who any of these people are, not the homeless man, not porch bitch, not Claire. We only got the name Claire, because that's what the bald man with her,November 14, 2013, the day she murdered my son, that's what he called her, and she answered him to that name, like it was her real name.
The Claire who murdered my son, she's who we are looking for... and apparently we got really close in 2021, because that's when porch bitch showed up with her wild alien/demon/cat slander, and she's working over time spreading her slander as far and as wide as she can, making it damn clear, she's scared shitless of us finding out who Claire is.
So, NOW, the FBI is not just asking for information about Claire's identity, they now want the identity of both Biddeford's porch bitch and Old Orchard Beach's white haired elderly man driving the mega, big 2ton dark green Dodge Ram pick up.
These 2 people closing in on my family, DAYS after a witness came forward saying he knew who Claire was, a witness who died 2 days later, before the FBI agents had a chance to talk to him... this is terrifying for my family, and it's deeply disturbing.
Porch bitch and her friends are terrorizing my family. And less then a month ago they killed my dog Mickey. There is something wrong with these people. These are NOT good people.
This is very, very deeply disturbing.
This makes them, in addition to everything else: stalkers.
Keep in mind too, porch bitch is the woman who poisoned and killed my dog Mickey only a few weeks ago. And one week before she poisoned and killed my dog, Mickey, she showed up at PortCon 2023, with a gang of about 12 others, at Round 1 in the Maine Mall, and tried to kill me, by peeling back the cheese on my pizza and loading it up with onions, something I am deadly allergic to. I would have been dead within 15 minutes had I eaten it. Porch bitch is dangerous. And she wants me dead. And she thinks nothing of killing my pets. She's proven that much.
There are HUNDREDS of people throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach contacting me, both online and in person offline, telling me that these people approached them at random. They appear to be hellbent on approaching every single person to set foot in either town, so if you are in Biddeford or Old Orchard Beach you'll likely encounter them sooner or later if you haven't already. They appear to have been doing this since around May 2021, but so far no one knows who they are.
One detail though: porch bitch, has been saying some very specific information about the murder that was NEVER made public, and is not in the police public access report, it's only in the FBI's classified report. The ONLY person who knows this detail is the murderer herself, and porch bitch is too young to be the murderer. The blond golf club woman who attacked me November 14, 2013, was in her late 60s to early 70s, she'd be in her late 70s or early 80s today. Porch bitch is young enough to be her daughter or granddaughter. But porch bitch has been saying information that ONLY the murderer would know, so porch bitch DOES have personal contact with my son's murderer and is probably dangerous herself.
She has information that was never released to the public. Information the police and fbi kept out of public access reports. Information that was kept classified so it could be used to identify the murderer. Information she could only get, from the murderer. She is using 27 Facebook accounts and over 100 Reddit accounts to post that information as far and wide as possible, while gathering up a large group from the Sanford ward church to go around Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach also spreading that classified information, while at the same time spreading the rumors and lies that I am an alien Abducted and Etiole is an alien, while also spreading rumors of my cars being haunted, while also making hundreds of deep fake videos on YouTube about me and my cars and Etiole. She is orchestrating a huge defamation slander smear campaign, which you have seen some of the videos about me and my car. Fbi believes she is the daughter of the golf club bitch who murdered my baby and is doing this because Tod Murphy told the FBI his mother was bragging to be the golf club woman. Porch bitch showed up same time Tod Murphy did, in fall of 2021. The Sanford ward people joined her around May 2022. Fbi is currently investigating every one connected to the Sandford ward, and they now believe the golf club woman to have been a member in 2013. You don't have full details of what porch bitch is doing, who is helping her, and how alarmingly large scale what she is doing is, simply because I can not give you full details. There is a lot of information about porch bitch and her crew that I've not said, things the FBI and police are aware of, and you the general public, don't need to be aware of.
These people are actively and deliberately making a massive attempt to compromise an FBI murder investigation, alongside huge levels of victim shaming.
Porch bitch clearly knows who the murderer is, and the FBI is looking for ANY information you have that leads to identifying porch bitch, because arresting porch bitch, is right now, the #1 best chance of also finding and arresting my son's killer.
If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
Never forget: my son was murdered. That's what they want you to forget. They make up crazy rumors and lies because they want you to think about something, anything OTHER then my son's murder. And the ONLY person with THAT motive, is the golf club wielding blond woman, and anyone who is trying to cover up her crimes.
They want you to forget my son was murdered.
Clearly porch bitch is scared shitless that the killer, someone she knows, will be arrested soon, or she wouldn't be so hyper vigilant in her mega extreme slander campaign going on in Biddeford, Maine right now.
Beware of ANYONE who calls Etiole an alien, for he is not an alien and they are lying to you about him, as a slight of hand means of misdirection, to turn you away from seeing their own crimes.
Beware of anyone who tells you I believe in aliens, for I do not, and they are lying to you in a gaslighting technique meant to keep you from noticing the crimes they commited.
Trust no one who tells you I cast curses or consort with demons, for I do neither, and they say these things to you out of malicious motives, to make you look at anything other than themselves. They don't want you to see the sins they do, so they spread wild and bizarre rumors about me and an elderly homeless veteran, in a magicians pallor trick of misdirection. They use me and Etiole as their smoke and mirrors, so that you are looking the other way, while they get away with heinous crimes.
Beware of anyone who calls me a witch, for I am a Mormon, 5th generation, and we Mormons do not believe in witchcraft.
I need not tell you their names, for by their own actions, they will reveal themselves to you.
Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat... because remember too, my name is not EelKat. My name is Wendy Christine Allen. EelKat is a fictional character, a talking back fairy cat, from a Space Fantasy novel. Miss Citten The Eel Kat is Empress of Planet Ptarmagin and she travels to distant galaxies in a star ship, collecting deep space eels from other planets, her name is unpronounceable, so people call her "The Eel Kat" because she is the cat who has pet eels. The book was titled "Friends Are Forever" and it was published in 1978. You have to be severely mentally disabled in order to think that a talking space cat from a Fantasy novel is real, let alone be crazy enough to think that the author is that character. The very fact alone that porch bitch refers to ME as EelKat, that alone tells you the deeply disturbed fantasy prone mental case we are dealing with her. Her inability to discern fiction from reality, and he belief that I, a real person, an EelKat, a fictional space cat from a novel, or her belief that a local homeless veteran, is an alien, or her belief that my Dodge or my Volvo are demon possessed, that alone tells you what type of incredibly dangerous psychopath porch bitch really is.
You can see video footage of his living conditions:
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THAT is the homeless veteran, this woman is calling an alien or a demon, depending on which delusion she is babble that day. THAT is Etoile. THAT is how he lives. THAT is who this deplorable woman is harassing.
Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat or otherwise tries to convince you I have anything to do with aliens, demons, curses, or witches, for they are deceiving you, and they do so, to draw your attention away from themselves.
Never forget, my son was murdered on November 14, 2013, and the killer still walks free, and anyone telling you anything about aliens, demons, curses, or witches, has one goal and one goal only: a flagrant attempt to discredit me, and protect my son's murderer.
They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.
The FBI is looking for my son's killer AND the identity of the people who are trying to hinder their investigation.
If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is an alien CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be 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
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in aliens CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be 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
If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is a demon CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be 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
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in demons CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be 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
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I cast curses CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about curses to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be 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
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I am a witch CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about witches to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be 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
They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.
They want you to forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be 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
They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.
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