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EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE

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FAQ: How Did the FBI get involved?

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

Do you know who these women are?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always a pageboy cut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Interesting. Update, April 12, 2024: I have a message here that reads: "This is personal targeted harassment of my friend" in response to THIS POST.

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

WHO exactly is that question harassing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May 5, 20024:
Who is Mark?

— Update of FBI investigation into my son’s murder.

I am very confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What are they even talking about? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ben. The High Priest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uhm? What?

No. I was unaware of this. 

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

I was NEVER NOTIFIED of the sale! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The FBI agent answered with this: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ben ain’t going no where with them!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It gets worse. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What changed February 2014?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait… what?

Ben said that last week.

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

What is he even talking about?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did Ben leave the church?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did he do that?

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

Why would he do that?

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

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

So many questions.

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

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t think I can trust Ben anymore.

It really is starting to look like Ben is orchestrating EVERYTHING and has gone out of his way to cut off EVERYONE and ANYONE who I might ever go to. But I can not understand why would he do something like that? I am so confused.

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Quaraun w/Pocket Lich Quaraun & BoomFuzzy

King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy BoomFuzzy

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I write in the following categories & topics on Medium:

FICTION TOPICS: Short Fiction | Quaraun | Yaoi | Dark Fantasy | The Sacred Pink Jellyfish | Gay Romance | Dark Fantasy | Short Story | Polyamory | Fiction | Flash Fiction | Fantasy | Gay Fiction | Slice Of Life | Wizards | Unicorns | Time Travel | Cozy Fantasy | Fantasy Writing | Character Bios | Lore | Lich King | Zombie Apocalypse | Necromancy | Fiction Writing | Gothic Horror | GrimDark |

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I may write others from time to time as well, but those are the primary things I write about.

Meet The Characters:

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Meet The Characters: Quaraun
aka The Pink Necromancer

You can find out more about Quaraun HERE.

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Quaraun as SunTa
(13,000 year old Elf transformed
into an ArchAngel Form):

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Meet The Characters: BoomFuzzy

You can find out more about BoomFuzzy HERE.

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BoomFuzzy in his Unicorn Form:

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BoomFuzzy in his angry glowing Lich Form:

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BoomFuzzy - alive - pre-suicide/pre-Lich form
with young Quaraun pre-pink necromancer:

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Meet The Characters: GhoulSpawn
-his 65 year old "Young sheep Demon" form:

You can find out more about GhoulSpawn HERE.

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GhoulSpawn - his 500 year old Gremlin Form:

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GhoulSpawn - his 13,000 year old
ArchDemon Checka Form:

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Very Young Teenaged GhoulSpawn, when he was using the name Glinta

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Etiole
(Roderick's son/Quaraun's great grandson)

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The Dazzling RazzBury
(Roderick's son/Quaraun's great grandson/Etiole's brother)

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Miss Citten The Eel~Kat
aka Empress Eel-Kat
Queen of the Ptarmagin Kats

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Harrier (BoomFuzzy's brother)

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Melaca (Quaraun's son/Roderick's father)

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Sir Roderick - Lord of the Twighlight Manor
(Quaraun's grandson/Etiole's father)

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Wild Swanzen (Quaraun's great great great grandson)

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AlKeeme (Quaraun's grandson/Roderick's cousin)

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FireHawk (BoomFuzzy's son)

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Aardsvorkus (BoomFuzzy's father)

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Vwoodell (Quaraun's great grandson/Roderick's son/Etiole's brother)
owner of The Blue Monkey 
(Chinese Junk Ship Casino)

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Quaraun's Youngest Son Dr. Vangoneese

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Quaraun's Adoptive Father: ZooLock

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What Is This Site?

I'm an author. This is an author home page. It's about me, my life, my books, my hobbies, my home town, and anything else that applies to me and my life.

Since starting my writing career in 1978, I have written 130+ novels, 2,000+ short stories, 6,000+ non-fiction articles, 30+ non-fiction books, a few dozen stage plays, 12,000+ blog posts, and a few comic book scripts for Disney's Uncle Scrooge and Donald Duck.

In fiction works, I specialize in Weird/Bizzaro Tales set in 40th century CyberPunk-Quasi Medieval Dark Fantasy and Science Fiction worlds featuring Elf and Faerie main character.  

Non-fiction is daily updates of events in my life, and how-tos on how I write my novels.

NEVER FORGET:

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

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

This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

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