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.
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The Ties That Bind Us is
a short Novel of only 100,000 words
(fewer than 180 paperback pages)
This chapter is...
Word count: 2,348
or
7 paperback pages.
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Gremlin opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling over his head. It was night time. The room was dark. He was laying in a soft bed, wrapped in thick, heavy, warm furs. Someone was sleeping beside him. He couldn't remember what happened. Or how he had gotten here. Or where here was. He had a splitting headache. He could hear the ocean waves slapping against the rocks below. The strong smell of seaweed and crab wafted through the air on the think wet fog that was rolling in through a nearby window. A bright beam of light blinded him. He closed his eyes.
"I'm in a lighthouse."
It was all a dream. He knew where he was. And he knew he couldn't be here. It wasn't possible. The portals had been sealed decades ago. He wasn't here. He couldn't be. He wasn't in the lighthouse.
It was morning when Gremlin woke up again. Seagulls screamed from the roof above him. More clamored on the balcony to the right. The sun was up, but the sky was grey, the fog heavy, the sound of the waves louder now, and the bright beacon of the lighthouse, still burning, turning on it's gears, as the familiar loud moan of the cogs twisted and turned, echoing through the centre of the tall tower. The crashing waves thundered against the side of the building, creaking and groaning as it swayed.
Gremlin sat up, but immediately lay back down.
"Oowww!"
Every inch of his body hurt.
Everything... except his leg.
He couldn't feel his leg.
"My leg..."
The memories suddenly flooded back. The Twighlight Manor, Phozeen, Sunta, Cheka, the guards....
"Sunta," he cried out sitting up again. "Where is Sunta?"
"Ya does no want to sit up," a quiet, gruff voice said from across the room.
"Unicorn?"
"Aye."
Unicorn made his way to the bed.
"Lay back down. Ya not well."
"Where's Sunta?"
"Who?"
"Sunta. We were together."
"I found no one but you."
"A portal opened."
"I know."
"I didn't do it. I swear I didn't do it."
"No one says ya did."
"They'll think I did it."
"Who?"
"White Rock. They'll think I did it and I didn't."
Gremlin passed out again. He was very weak from his injuries and his panicked state had quickly exhausted him. Unicorn stayed by his side. It was many hours before he awoke once again.
"Yis awake."
"Am I?"
"Ya answered me."
"I don't feel awake."
"How does ya feel?"
"Like my head is floating. I'm dizzy."
"Yis lost too much blood."
"Where am I?"
"Black Tower. Does ya knows who I is?"
"Unicorn. You are BoomFuzzy the Unicorn. Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. You died. You're dead. Am I dead? I feel dead. I'm so cold."
"It cold here. We has storm coming in. I get ya more blankets."
Unicorn left and returned with several bear skins, which he carefully wrapped around the injured wizard.
The blinding beam of light made it's round by, as it's large grinding gears continued whine loudly.
"We're in a lighthouse."
"Aye."
"I forgot it was a lighthouse."
"Aye. Un why it so cold. Tall stone house, perched on top sharp rocky cliff, in middle of cold frigid ocean. Quaraun pick weird places him want to live. He went un painted it pink, wid red roof. Now it look like big pink dick in middle of ocean."
"You keep it running?"
"Aye. We keeps it running. Especially dis time o year. Storm come up de coast every few weeks."
"It's hurricane season?"
"Aye. Got a big one coming up on us now. It just getting here. It'll be worse soon."
"It's a lot of work to run a lighthouse."
"Aye."
"HellBorne never did. He let it get run down."
"Yis was one who fixed it."
"Did I?"
"Aye."
"I don't remember."
"Ya said it twern't safe for de ships to be passing t'rough these waters wid de light nay on. So ya had yarself one of ya wee little scientific spells ud got it working again."
"I'd forgotten. They don't use lighthouses any more. Got GPS now."
"What dat?"
"Science beyond what you could understand. Computers that tell ships where to go without needing a light to guide them. Black Tower still stands. They call it Space Dock 13 now. And it's black again. The salt sea spray sanded the pink off and it's it's natural black stone again. The light hasn't been used in years. Decades. I don't even know if the light's still in it. I haven't been there in a long time. I'd forgotten about Black Tower. I used to live here."
"Ya does live here. You un me un Quaraun. We live here together."
"That was such a long time ago. It was a lifetime ago. You and Quaraun died 400 years ago. I've been alone a long time. I've missed you. You took care of us. Me and Quaraun. You loved us."
"I love me Elves very much."
"I've forgotten a lot of things. I got old."
"How old ia ya?"
"I don't know. I've lost track of time."
"Ya look old. Older then I has ever seen ya."
"I am old. And it's been decades, many decades, since I was last here. The portals have been sealed. There's no way to travel through time anymore. I don't know how I got here. Someone opened a portal. But it wasn't me. I didn't do it."
"What happened?"
"White Rock. Sunta escaped. And he bite Phozeen. I didn't know. They didn't tell me. I'd never seen Sunta before. They always kept him hidden from me. In a separate room. I didn't know he was still alive. I didn't know. It's been so long. I didn't know. Why didn't I know."
"Ghouly? Is ya okay?"
"My leg... I can't feel my leg."
"I know. It almost cut off. The bone is severed all way through."
"I don't want to lose my leg."
"I did what I could. I does nah t'ink ya'll ever walk again."
"This is Black Tower."
"Aye."
"We are in Black Tower."
"Aye."
"The Admiral can't know."
"Who?"
"Cometa mustn't know."
"Who is Cometa?"
"They'll kill him. They can't find him."
"Ghouly? Ya not alright are ya?"
"It's pink."
"Aye. Quaraun painted it, remember. Him thought the blackness of Black Tower were too dreay."
"How did I get here?"
"I carried ya."
"They'll kill me."
"Who?"
"White Rock. Harrier. I didn't open the portal. It wasn't me. I didn't do it."
The old half-Elf started crying.
"Ghouly?"
The Gremlin didn't respond.
Unicorn watched the old, ancient, future version of his friend. He was so vastly changed. GhoulSpawn, the young more or less happy scientist wizard, had become the paranoid, nervous, highly anxious Gremlin. Unicorn had seen Gremlin before and was used to the old half-Elf's scatterbrained fearfulness, but not like this. This was both the oldest and the most fearful, he had ever seen him. Unicorn couldn't quite place exactly what was wrong, but he could sense that Gremlin was somehow different. Less aware, more erratic.
Unicorn patted Gremlin's bandaged arm.
"I will make ya eggnog. Help ya rest. Ease the pain. Help ya sleep."
Unicorn left the room and returned a half hour later. Gremlin had stop crying and had tried to get up. This had resulted in his falling out of bed. The ancient wizard was now sprawled on the floor, his wounds bleeding once again. Unicorn quickly set the mug on a table and ran to the fallen wizard's side.
"Yis should no try to get up," he said as he helped Gremlin back into the bed.
"I can't feel my leg."
"I know. I does nah t'inks ya'll regain feeling in it. As bad as it is, it may be best to amputate it, so ya does get infection."
"Please don't do that."
"I had tried to set it. Ya should not have moved. I had to reset it again."
Unicorn set about to removing the splint and bandages he had put on Gremlin's leg, resetting the broken bone, then rebandaging and spitting it again.
"Thank you."
"Ya says dat like ya did no t'ink I would help ya."
"No one helps me these days. I'm too used to being alone now."
"Me un Quaraun is dead in yar time."
Gremlin said nothing.
"Here, I made ya eggnog."
Unicorn handed the mug to him.
"It's drugged," Gremlin said looking down into the creamy hot liquid.
"Aye. I is BoomFuzzy un dat is me eggnog, was ya expecting somet'ing else?"
"What's in it?"
"Ya want a list?"
"What'll it do to me?"
"Help ya sleep un take away ya pain, sos ya can sleep."
"Opium."
"Amoung other t'ing, aye."
"I don't like being medicated. They give me so many pills at White Rock. If I do not take them, they hold me down and give them to me by force."
"I is no forcing ya to drink dat. It dair iffy ya want it."
"I don't like being hurt."
"Does ya t'ink I try hurt ya?"
"Everyone does."
"I is no trying to hurts ya."
"You used to."
"Dat was long time gone. I did nah know ya then. We lives together now."
"In Black Tower."
"Aye."
"Your eggnog isn't eggnog."
"Eggnog is milk un honey un eggs un nutmeg, boiled together til creamy. It is eggnog, wid more t'ings added, to help ya sleep un feel no pain."
"Did I ever drink it before?"
"Aye. Often."
"Do you drink it?"
"Aye. I'll drink it wid ya now iffy dat what ya want."
"Quaraun drinks it."
"It what Quaraun drink all de time. Every night afore bed. Ya know dat. It does no hurt him. It takes away hims pain un helps him sleep."
"Quaraun's sick."
"Aye."
"He was born sick."
"Aye, him was. Him weak lil Elf. Would have died centuries ago had no one took care of him."
"Quaraun has catalepsy and a bad heart and a crippled leg. The cataleptic seizures got worse as he got older. He was always scared to be alone because of it. I remember. He always wanted one of us with him. He was scared of having a seizure while he was alone."
"Aye. Him pass out few times a day. When it happen in taverns, people t'inks him drunk. Him were gang raped by pack of Dwarves. Him were in tavern un pass out. dey t'ink him drunk. Un him Elf. Dwaves do no like Elves. Him been afeared to be alone since."
"I forgot how sick he was. He's old isn't he?"
"Aye. Older den an Elf should be."
"I remember, when I met him, he was already over 500 years old."
"Aye."
"What year is it, here, now, for you? How old is Quaraun right now?"
"We has lived in Black Tower long time now. Quaraun is getting very old. His bones hurt. We do no travel no more."
"He had arthritis. I remember that. It hurt him to walk. His legs are getting worse."
"They were injured. Soilders beat him up Broke his legs. Never healed right."
"He started walking with a cane. And we stayed in villages longer and loner, travelling less. I remember that. That's why we moved into the lighthouse. He couldn't walk any more. He used to sit on the balcony and watch the world. A world he couldn't walk in anymore. I forgot he was so old. He looks so young. How does he never age?"
"Glimmer spells."
"Glimmer spells? Does he use those?"
"Aye. Him has been for a while. Him does no wish to look old."
"Glimmer spells. Sunta looks so young. He can't walk. His legs are crippled. When the guards attacked, he couldn't run away. And he can't talk. He tried to say something, but he can't.... can't form words. They cut out his tongue. All he can do is scream, horrible, voiceless shrieks. I forgot they cut out his tongue. It was so long ago. How old would he be now?"
"Quaraun?"
"Yes."
"In yar time?"
"Yes."
"How old is you?"
"I'm... I don't know. This is the 1400s and I live in the 21st century. It's been... it's been 700 years. Am I almost 800 years old? And Quaraun was so much older then me. He'd be way over a thousand. Way over. Is that possible? Could he live he that long?"
"Most Elve only live 400 years. 500 once in a great while. Never heard of a thousand year old Elf."
"What about me?"
"Ya half-Demon. You is Urusig. Fae live long time. I were two thousand year old when I kill meself. Now I is undead."
"What if I changed history? And you and Quaraun didn't die. But I never knew it."
"Ya t'ink Quaraun still alive?"
"I don't know what I think any more. The lobotomy did something to me. I don't know what's what anymore."
"How did I get here?"
"A portal."
"No. Here. In the lighthouse?"
"I carried ya."
"Where did you find me?"
"Not far from Crystal Lake. Near Crystal Cave. In de woods."
"By the ravine?"
"Aye."
"That's far from here. Almost a mile. You carried me a long way."
"Aye. I smell ya blood. I were hoping ya were my Ghouly. Right now any Ghouly will do."
"The Twighlight Manor is there now. I must have come out in the same place I went in, but in a different time. What year is it?"
"I know not years."
"You can't count. I remember. You didn't know numbers."
"Or letters. I can no reads, either. Me own Ghouly would be here wid Quaraun iffy I coulds but read un dey gone t'ough portal. I does nah know how to bring dem back. So I is here alone."
"Are they missing?"
"Many days now. Portal open up un took 'em. I go through all Ghouly's books, hoping I recognize somet'ing. But I can no read. I does nah know how to bring dem back."
"I could probably find them."
"Yis in no condition to look."
"I'm baddly hurt."
"Aye. I t'inking ya hurt worse den ya t'inks, considering yar tried to get out o bed."
"How badly am I hurt?"
"Yar leg broken. Almost completely cut off. Yar arm broken. Yar ribs broken. Ain't none of ya dat ain't bruised. Un ya has lost most o yar blood. Yis very weak. Yis lucky, ya Elf. Most anyt'ing else would be dead now. Elves can take a lot, but ya still need to rest un heal."
"They'll find me."
"Ya rest."
"They'll kill me."
"I take care of ya. No one hurt ya here. Yis safe now."
"In Black Tower?"
"Aye. In Black Tower."
"There are more portals here than anywhere else. This is a hot spot. No one's safe here."
"Shhhhhh. Do no worry. Ya rest. Ya need rest."
"We're not safe."
"Ya safe Ghouly. I protect ya."
Next Chapter: >>>
(NOTE: The series has been renumbered; this was originally Vol 30 and is now 75)
In the 1400s the portals are growing more frequent and erratic, more people getting lost to them each day. This time Quaraun and GhoulSpawn get sucked away to places unknown, leaving Unicorn alone in Black Tower, helpless to find them
Meanwhile in the 21 Century, Sunta has escaped White Rock and attacked Phozeen. Horrible revelations are made when The Gremlin meets Sunta for the first time and learns the horrible truth behind Quaraun's death.
With the portals sealed decades ago, and the wizards striped of their magic, terror is unleashed on the Twighlight Manor when a giant portal opens up in the front parlor sending Gremlin once again back to the past.
At first assuming Gremlin opened the portal, Harrier quickly discovers darker forces at work, as the long sleeping house once again comes to life, while the dead rise up and walk it's bloody halls.
With the sentient Twighlight Manor eating more victims, and portals threatening to destroy the planet, Harrier does the unthinkable and heads back to the past to seek the help of the only ones able to help him:
King Gwallmaiic, Leader of the Lich Lords and his long ago banished general, a Demon known only as The Ghoul.
The Portal In The Rose Garden
The Return of the Medusa
Infected
Meeting Sunta
Lost
Home Again
The Dying Wizard
Harrier
Triten
You've Only Known Our World Through The Eyes of a Madman
The Return of BoomFuzzy's Gingerbread House From Hell
Blackbird
Antaras
The Ghoul
FarDarrig Sees The Truth
Found
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