Never Forget: My Son Was Murdered - The Killer Walks Free - Your Child Could Be Next

Have you seen either of these women who crippled me and murdered by son?
If so please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer @ 207-774-9322

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

please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322

ask for Agent Andy Drewer.

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

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

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

June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a shopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra 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.

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

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

NEVER FORGET:

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

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

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

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

Is MURDERING PEOPLE REALLY what your God teaches?

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

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

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

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

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

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

please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322

ask for Agent Andy Drewer.

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

NEVER FORGET:

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

The Claire who murdered my son, and the Kendra who helped her, looked and dressed like this:

If you have any information about the identity of these murderers, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

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

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

SHE is the one the FBI is looking for.

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

If you have any information about the identity of these murderers, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

NEVER FORGET! Never forget the horror inflicted on my family by the murder of my son! Never forget the reasons behind his murder! Education for us females is a costly struggle. And it shouldn't be. We should not have to suffer torture or death as punishment for basic human rights! Join the fight, for we demand not just homes, freedom, and literacy but the recognition of our shared humanity! My baby's death is a call to arms against the injustice we endure.

If you have any information about the identity of these murderers, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Ask yourself THIS:

Why did YOU come to The Amphibious Aliens page?

You came here looking for aliens.

Why?

WHO sent you here?

Was it an Atwater?

Think about that.

Think long and hard about that.

You came here looking for aliens, because an Atwater told you, I was an alien abductee. They lied to you. I don't even believe in aliens. I think people who believe in alien abductions are crazy. And yet, here YOU are, reading this page, because someone told you I was an alien abductee. They lied to you about me. Now ask yourself WHY did they lie to you? What was their motive? What was they trying to hide? What TRUTH are they trying to bury, by filling your mind with lies about aliens?

You went after my friend, an elderly homeless veteran. Because someone told you he was an alien. Why? What kind of an evil person, is so cruel that they harass a homeless man in this manner? What kind of sick, vile person spreads rumors and lies like this about a homeless man who lives under tree bark leantoos?

You came here looking for haunted cars and Stephen King, and those are not here either.

Evil people do evil things.

My son was murdered by evil people.

And now additional evil people are trying to cover up his murder, by spreading malicious rumors and lies about me, my family, my friends, my car.

You ask yourself WHO sent you here looking for aliens, witches, an haunted cars, and then you go tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 who that person was.

Why did YOU come to The Amphibious Aliens page?

I originally wrote it in response to The Amphibious Alien, an article written by my uncles Bruce and Dickie. Their 1997 article was an interview with MUFON, where they made the claim to have a niece (me) who was an alien abductee who had captured an alien and had an EBE living in her car. I was 15 years old and had no knowledge they had done the interview, until 2007, when MUFON did a ten year anniversary tour of my yard, without my permission, bringing with them several thousand alien hunters armed with beeping boxes. There goal was the catch and EBE, which they explained meant "extraterrestrial biological entity". Me, I had never had of the terms EBE, alien abduction, or amphibious alien before and they were quite shocked, displayed, and horrified to learn that, I was not an alien abductee and knew nothing about aliens. They had copies of the original article with them, along with books by Buddy Hopkins and Whitley Strieber, and well over a hundred tabloid magazine articles all written by these 2 uncles slandering my name by calling me an alien abductee.

My article, Amphibious Aliens, was first published on my Squidoo account squidoo.com/eelkat 

My mother and her brothers Bruce and Dickie, created an alternate Squidoo account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat

My Squidoo account squidoo.com/eelkat housed more then 2k Science Fiction short stories about the fictional characters EelKat and Etiole. EelKat was a talking black bobcat, while Etiole, also known as Captain GoldenEagle and The Silver Arrow, was an Eel Merman, both from the planet Ptarmagin. They are part of the Quaraun series, a section known as The Twighlight Manor series.

My mother and her brothers Bruce and Dickie's, alternate Squidoo account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat was an account which impersonated me and circle jerked my short stories by calling ME EelKat and my homeless veteran friend Etiole, and they scammed a lot of people into thinking that squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat was actually my account, when it was not. That account existed for nearly a decade before I even found out about it. It is from the FAKE IMPERSONATION account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat where people got the incorrect idea that I was an alien abductee, that my homeless veteran friend was an alien named Etiole, that I was "The Seawitch of Old Orchard Beach", and that my car was haunted.

Perhaps you have forgotten a vitally important thing: my father is a child raping pedophile, and that is why me and my mother are so close to being the same age. People often think me and my mother are twin sisters, and are always shocked to learn she's my mother. Do the math, she was not even a teenager yet when I was born. Me and my mother were CHILDREN TOGETHER - she was that young when I was born.

My mother looks just like me.

But unlike me: my mother is NOT blind. I was born legally blind. I have NEVER been able to see further then 8 inches.

Unlike me: my mother is NOT mute. I have been mute since I was 14 years old.

Unlike me: my mother does NOT walk with a cane. I have walked with a cane since I was FOUR years old, because I had toddler onset rheumatoid arthritis.

My mother, since early childhood, has pretended to be me. She lives a double life. She disassociates herself from herself, BECAUSE she survived child rare and gave birth to a baby when she was still a child.

I was 8 years old when she locked me in this "room" thing, and started pretending she was me.

I was 31 years old when I escaped that room.

I was 31 years old the first time anyone ever saw me.

And in the past decade since my son's murder, I've found out a LOT about my mother and the shit scams she's been pulling in my name.

You remember the cats? That was my MOTHER not me. My mother had 83 cats and she hid them in my motorhome during blizzard Juno, and I had no idea she did it.

Tod Murphy? That was MY MOTHER not me. I don't have a fucking clue who Tod Murphy even is.

The woman who runs up and down Portland Ave chanting obscenities about "Mark and Dan! Mark and Dan! Mark and Dan!" That is my mother, not me. I can not run. I can not scream. And I have no clue who Mark and Dan are.

My mother, is now on a massive social media champaign, right now in February 2024, trying to convince people that I am not blind, that I am not mute, and that I am not crippled.

Why?

Because if the people knew the truth, she couldn't pretend to be me anymore.

She's not blind, and if people found out I was born blind, she could no longer pretend to be me.

She's not mute, and if people found out I was mute, she could no longer pretend to be me.

She's not crippled, and if people found out I was born crippled and am now crippled worse from the November 14, 2013 attack that killed my son, she could no longer pretend to be me.

My mother is running around in a fucking panic, because I escaped that room she locked me in, that room she kept me in for 27 years, and the truth about her has come out, and she can no longer impersonate me now that people know the REAL me is blind, mute, and crippled, and has been for FIFTY FUCKING YEARS!

Then there are the crochette rumors running around Twitter and FaceBook.

Yes, crochet is another one.

That's an odd one.

My mother is running around in a panic trying to convince everyone I crochet, because SHE crochets, and she can no longer pretend to be me if people find out the truth.

I do not crochet.

I have never crocheted.

I do not know how to crochet.

I don't know the first thing about crochet.

I do loom weaving and embroidery. I make tapestries. Big ones. Big silk Persian runs to hand on walls. I'm a silk weaver and a silk embroider, of crazy quilts and wall hanging tapestries. That is WHY the main character of my novels is a silk weaver and silk embroiderer. Because silk weaving and silk embroidery is what I know how to do, so I know how to write a character who does it.

My mother crochets. Not me.

She is trying to convince you that I crochet, so that she can continue to pretend to be me.

My mother is not blind. That is why she is trying to convince you I am not blind.

My mother looks just like me.

But unlike me: my mother is NOT blind. I was born legally blind. I have NEVER been able to see further than 8 inches.

Unlike me: my mother is NOT mute. I have been mute since I was 14 years old.

Unlike me: my mother does NOT walk with a cane. I have walked with a cane since I was FOUR years old, because I had toddler onset rheumatoid arthritis.

You remember the cats? That was my MOTHER not me. My mother had 83 cats and she hid them in my motorhome during blizzard Juno, and I had no idea she did it.

Tod Murphy? That was MY MOTHER not me. I don't have a fucking clue who Tod Murphy even is.

The woman who runs up and down Portland Ave chanting obscenities about "Mark and Dan! Mark and Dan! Mark and Dan!" That is my mother, not me. I can not run. I can not scream. And I have no clue who Mark and Dan are.

My mother, is now on a massive social media champaign, right now in February 2024, trying to convince people that I am not blind, that I am not mute, and that I am not crippled.

Why?

Because if the people knew the truth, she couldn't pretend to be me anymore.

She's not blind, and if people found out I was born blind, she could no longer pretend to be me.

She's not mute, and if people found out I was mute, she could no longer pretend to be me.

She's not crippled, and if people found out I was born crippled and am now crippled worse from the November 14, 2013 attack that killed my son, she could no longer pretend to be me.

Because SHE crochets, she NEEDS you to believe I crochet.

And again, look at the cats.

How many cats do I have? One. I've only ever had ONE cat.

How many cats has my mother had? DOZENS at a time, never fewer than ten at once, as many as 83 at once. In 2015 her landlord Nick found out she was hoarding dozens of cats in his apartment building where pets were not allowed because he had allergies. She dumped off some of those cats in my motorhome, in the dead of winter, knowing that my motorhome was locked up for winter and I wouldn't check inside of it for another 6 months or more. She thought she had all winter to hide the cats in my motorhome. She did not think I would ever find out the cats were in there, especially not after Blizzard Jonu buried the motorhome under TWELVE FEET of snow, with her cats inside.

The Atwater house of cards is falling down fast around them. With me going outside now and people seeing that I am blind, mute, and crippled, AND with the cage the Atwaters kept me locked in for 27 years now on public display, the Atwaters are having a very difficult time impersonating me now. People can see the Atwaters for the scammers they really are now.

The relied heavily on my agoraphobia never being cured and me never setting foot outside, and people never learning that I was born blind, and people never learning that I was mute... the cats were their downfall... because the Atwaters never expected ME to show up in court... they had rerouted all the court papers to a POBox, but.... they neglected to consider that the Sherriff might deliver some in person, and I would find out that my mother was in a huge court battle with The Town of Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, only she did it in MY name, and the court wasn't as easily fooled at the town hall was. The Sheriff delivered the cat court papers to me, and all hell broke loose in court when I showed up and my mother had to explain to the judge, she was NOT me, after the court trail was half over, and she's spent hours saying she was me.

I have agoraphobia, so my mother thought she could use my name in court and no one would know the difference.

THAT is why and HOW my mother lost her cats and WHY there is a court order that she can never own cats again.

After the cat court case, she went to every animal shelter in the area, still pretending to be me... a thing I found out in 2021, when I adopted my dog Mickie, and a SWAT team surrounded the animal shelter. And police officer Will Watson had to be called in to ID me, and his reaction: "That's not her, that's not EelKat. This is EelKat." He held up a picture of my mother. "I don't know who this is" He said pointing to me. I told him the woman in the picture was my mother, and my mother is NOT EelKat. I'm also not EelKat. EelKat is a fiction black bobcat from Planet Ptarmagin, who travels the galaxy in a space ship hunting giant space Eels. EelKat is a character from a children's Middle Grade Sci-Fi chapter book. EelKat is not real. Will Watson' response: "Oh. You're the showed up at court all those years ago, ain't'cha?" Yep.

My mother NEEDS you to think I have lots of cats, so that she who hoards lots of cats can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to think I can crochet, so that she who crochets can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to think I am NOT blind, so that she who she who can see can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to think I am NOT mute, so that she who she who can speak can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to think I am NOT crippled, so that she who she who can walk, run, jump, and play can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to believe she owns 146 Portland Ave, so that she can continue to get away with harassing people and getting off scot free because they retaliate at me and not HER.

My son is DEAD because of my mother and her impersonation games.

My son was murdered by people my mother harassed, people who thought my mother was me, because my mother used MY NAME when she harassed those people.

I was born blind, and my mother does not want you to know that, because if you knew that, well, she has DECADES of explaining to do, explaining who was it that is NOT BLIND that they been dealing with all these years, WHO is the NOT BLIND woman who pretends to be me?

I was used a cane since I was FOUR years old. And a wheelchair and or walker since 2013. I've had hip dysplasia since I was a toddler. I have had rheumatoid arthritis since I was a toddler. I have NEVER been able to run, not once in my entire life. And I've NEVER walked on my own, unaided, without a cane. I am MORE CRIPPLED now since November 14, 2013, but I was ALREADY wearing leg braces and using a can at the time the Claire woman attacked with the gold club.

Yes, that DOES mean the Claire woman attacked a BLIND, CRIPPLED, 8 months pregnant invalid. The Claire woman was so busy bragging that her name was Claire that she never once stopped to pay attention that I was BLIND, wearing LEG BRACES, on a CANE, AND was 8 months PREGNANT... all things, my mother was not.

It blatantly obvious that whoever Claire is, my mother was her target, not me. But this Claire woman attacked me insead of my mother, because my mother was using my name when she was harassing this Claire woman.

My mother has HUGE history of two things:

My mother is a notorious gossip, and my mother fights with everyone. My mother is not happy if she is not fighting. She's a mega instigator who gets fights started between everyone she encounters..

And that is where you see the BIGGEST difference between the two of us.

I fight with no one. It's rather difficult to argue when you are MUTE and CAN NOT SPEAK, wouldn't you say?

Also, being blind, I can't see if there is someone there for me to argue with them or not.

Another weird rumor is something called “fixed income”. Which I do not know what that is, and upon asking several people, they say that a fixed income is a government check like disability of SSI. Uhm. I do not get a check from the government. I never have. The government has never helped me with anything. I’m sorry, but what part of me saying: “NO ONE HAS EVER HELPED ME” did you translate to mean the government helped me with anything? I am still trying to learn how to talk and how to walk. Do you know how hard that is? I was in a 3 foot x 2 foot cage for more then 90% of my life - yes, that cage on the roof of the motorhome. That’s why it is up there, so you can see how small it is, the cage my mother kept me locked in for TWENTY SEVEN YEARS from the time I was 8 years old until I was 31 years old.

No one has ever talked to me, so I do not have a clear understanding of what words are supposed to sound like and that makes it very difficult for me to form them with my mouth.

I know what words look like and how to write them, but I do not know how the spoken version of these words I am writing right now, sound like.

I have no one to teach me how to talk.

No one has ever spoken to me. Never in my entire life.

And it very difficult for my brain to send singles to my mouth, because it’s never done that before.

I can not walk into a government building and ask for help, because I do not even know what the word “help” sounds like when spoken, so I do not know how to say it.

But also, I simply can not walk well enough to walk into a government building either. I was sitting with my knees to my chin for 27 years, and my leg bones are fussed into a twisted bent position because of it. I can not stand up straight at all.

I was locked in a three foot long by two foot wide racoon trap cage for 27 years. You try to fit in something that small. You see how many years you can sit in something that small before your bones freeze in place.

As for the other things on this list: SSI - I looked it up, that requires social security number and working a job to get money put aside.

Before I went to college I had never heard of a SSN.

I’ve since found out my mother has my social security card, that is how she takes out all the credit cards and bank stuff in my name.

I do not know how to do numbers or math, so I do not know what my social security number is and I do not know how to get my social security card away from my mother.

So I do not have a social security card and have no way to apply for any sort of government help.

As for income, I have never had one.

I do not know where the money goes that I made from my job at Macy’s. My mother keeps all the money that my father made from his job, and my mother keeps all the money I made from my job, and until one of my bothers left, my mother kept all the money from all three of their jobs.

I do not know how to find out how to get money from my job put over so that I get it instead of my mother.

As for my books. I’ve NEVER seen a penny from my book sales. Mrs Bureau the kindergarten teacher from Jameson School as the one who used to collect the money from my book sales. She is a friend of my mother’s. I do not know how to get it set up so I collect the money from my book sales.

I have ZERO income.

And ZERO income means I do NOT receive money from my job as an Avon Representative, I do NOT receive money from my job at Macy’s, I do NOT receive money from my job at RIGS, I do NOT receive money from my job at HallMark, I do NOT receive money from my book sales, or I do NOT receive money from any sort of government.

ZERO income if ZERO income from ALL sources, even the jobs I work.

My mother always gets the money directed to her somehow. I don’t know how that works. I guess that must be what the social security number card thing does? That’s what people are telling me. But I don’t have that. My mother has my card and also all 3 of my brother’s cards, and my father’s card.

The fur and animal rights and P&G protests and veganism and PETA are more weird things. My GRANDMOTHER Eva Viola Atwater was all those things. My mother is those things.

I hate groups like PETA.

I've never been to any protests at all.

I do not eat chicken or turkey or hamburgers or hotdogs because I hate the taste/flavour of them. But I also cook them for Ben because he eats them.

I eat fish, and seafood, and snails, and a shit ton load of cheese, and milk and honey and many other not vegan things. I eat at McDonalds and Burger King, ain't nothing vegan at either of them.

I own and wear more then THIRTY different fur coats - mink, coyote, beaver, rabbit, and a lot of fox, and fur shawls and fur hats and fur boots. How do you think I survived being homeless in Maine for 9 years, that included multiple blizzards, an ice storm, a polar vortex, and the coldest day in Maine history when the temps were -47F FORTY SEVEN BELOW ZERO - and that was the day THIS photo was taken:

Photo taken by my brother (that's his cat in photo) October 17, 2006. Yes, that is SEVEN FEET of snow from a single blizzard on October 17. We get a LOT of snow up here in Maine. It was also -47F when this picture was taken. It being -47F is why my brother stopped by with his cat to come check in on me and how this photo ended up being taken.

Photo taken by my brother (that's his cat in photo) October 17, 2006. Yes, that is SEVEN FEET of snow from a single blizzard on October 17. We get a LOT of snow up here in Maine. It was also -47F when this picture was taken. It being -47F is why my brother stopped by with his cat to come check in on me and how this photo ended up being taken.

Heck you can even see I'm wearing a fur coat in that picture.

My MOTHER is the animal rights activist (who also hoards cats, someone explain that to me) NOT me.

My MOTHER hates fur and has cut up my fur coats multiple times, I have to keep sewing them back together.

My MOTHER is the PETA freak, not me.

My MOTHER is the crazy vegan, not me.

My mother NEEDS you to believe I am an animal rights activist, so she can pretend to be me and still be the herself.

My mother NEEDS you to believe I am PETA freak, so she can pretend to be me and still be the herself.

My mother NEEDS you to believe I am vegan, so she can pretend to be me and still be the herself.

My mother NEEDS you to believe I hate fur, so she can pretend to be me and still be the herself.

Can you not see the pattern here?

Other differences:

She wears pants. I do not. That alone should have tipped you off it was not me you were talking to.

No, I've never worn pants. not in my entire life. I can not. My legs have been messed up since I was 4 years old. Leg braces can not be worn under pants well, and you get bullied and beaten up for wearing leg braces if you wear them outside pants. I've worn long floor length skirts and dresses since I was FOUR YEARS OLD. Anyone wearing pants is NEVER me, you can tell the person is not me immediately just by that fact alone. Again, if you took the time to get to know me, and actually spend time with me, you would have known this and my mother and her sisters would have have been able to deceive you. My mother always wears skin tight stretch blue jeans that require zippers up the legs to even get on. I'm not physically capable of wearing anything like that at all.

I have to wear the big long skirts and dresses and caftan and kimono because of all the medical equipment hooked up underneath.

Since the November 14, 2023 golf club attack I have lost nerve control of many things including bladder and colon. I have no way of knowing if or when I need to pee or poop, and have to wear medical devices and adult diapers for that, so, since 2013 my skirts got MUCH BIGGER to accommodate. 2013 was when you started to see me wearing things like 1700s hoop skirts.

Again... if you had stopped being a bigot long enough to take the time to get to know me, spend time with me in person, actually talk to me face to face, you would have known all this and a skinny jeans, not blind, not mute, not crippled person like my mother would not have been able to fool you into thinking she was me.

The fact is, MY MOTHER is the person you hate, not me. But because you were too bull headed to even just say hello to me, you never got to find out that me and my mother are two completely separate people and she is not me.

You interacted with MY MOTHER, while she was faking and using me name, meaning it is my MOTHER who you are upset with and not me.

You know, you people boo-hooing that you spent all these years thinking my mother was me, if you had ever EVEN ONCE stopped by to say hello and treat me with any level of dignity, you would have known I was blind, mute, and crippled, and my mother would not have been able to get away with impersonating me and decieving you for so long.

I only recently had the surgery to be able to talk, so I have the ability to speak on a limited basis now, but it is very limited, as I have not yet fully learned how to use my vocal cords or form mouth shapes to make words sound correctly. Plus nearly fifty years of never using my vocal chord, they are ill formed and do not work properly, so my voice is barely above a whisper and has a high pitched Betty Boop/Minnie Mouse squeak to it. My voice is EXTRAORDINARILY DISTINCTIVE, you're not going to mistake someone with a normal voice for me, once you ever hear my voice in person.

My mother if hugely religious/anti-religious depending on who she is talking to. I don't give a shit one way or the other about religion.

My mother is mega into politics. I don't even know who the American president is.

My mother knows the names and ages of every singe one of over 2k Atwaters. She has met all of them. Visits all of them. Hangs out with all of them.

I have NEVER met the Atwaters. I know only Bruce, Dickie, and one aunt, whom I meet decades ago. I do not know the names of ANY of my cousins other then Mike whom, I've not seen since I was 8. I have 400 and something cousins last I knew, and 800 and something 2nd cousins and 600 and something 3rd cousins. But I have never met anyone of them, no online or offline. I do not know the names of any of them.

The ONLY time I EVER hear about ANY of the Atwaters is when the police and or FBI show up, asking if I know some person, whom they always claim to be cousins of mine, and is a fugitive. There are 14 cousins the FBI is actively looking for, for building bombs, and 23 cousins the FBI is actively looking for for threats they made to some woman named Poleski or something. According to the FBI, they went to her office at the White House bak in 2021 and attacked her in person.

My mother runs around flapping gossip about the Atwaters, and then the Atwaters show up in my yard to vandalize everything because, they, The Atwaters, claim that I am the one gossiping about them. Which is very confusing to me, because the Atwaters are total strangers to me, I don't even know their names, so it's not even possible for me to gossip about them. And when I ask what are they even talking about, they always say: "Your mother said you said..."

Ah.

My mother.

My mother whom, I've not had contact with is OVER TWENTY YEARS.

My mother whom I BLOCKED FROM ALL SOCIAL MEDIA IN 2008.

My mother whom I've no way to get in touch with because, she's moved dozens of times since she lived with Wayne in 2005, so I don't even know where she lives.

You might want to do your research a little better before you beat up me and my family on some shit my mother said.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I don't even know my moher.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I am BLIND, and a sighted person would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I am MUTE, and a speaking person would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I am CRIPPLED and CAN NOT WALK, and an able person who can walk and run would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I am a loom weaver and embroiderer, and a crochetting person would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I HAD ZERO CATS, and a cat hoarding person would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

You know maybe the answer is getting off your ablest ass and GETTING TO KNOW ME, before you run around making an idiot of yourself over some bitch impersonating me.

You know - if you fucking locals were not so stuck up and bigoted, you would not have NEGLECTED TO GET TO KNOW YOUR BLIND, MUTE, CRIPPLED NEIGHBOUR, and it WOULD NOT BE SO EASY FOR SCAMMERS WHO IMPERSONATE ME TO SCAM YOU.

Did you ever think of that?

The ONLY reason YOU people are getting scammed by my mother, is because YOU were too bigoted to get to know me in the first place.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW ME, NO ONE would be able to SCAM YOU by impersonating me. You'd be able to see through their scam, because YOU WOULD KNOW THEY WERE NOT ME IF YOU KNEW ME.

Whose fault is THAT?

That's your own damned fault.

But my son is dead now because of it.

My son is dead because you locals ATTACKED ME, because you were made at some bitch who WAS NOT ME and HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME, but she used my name, and you were all too damned bigoted to do open your eyes and see that the bind pregnant woman you were attacking was NOT the woman you was mad at.

You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Take your heads out of your asses for once.

You could see me and my mother are two different people and you can see the scam my mother is pulling on all of you, if you'd just step back and take a look at the whole picture.

Here's a way you can test my mother: Ask he my son's name, birth date, and how he died. See what she tells you.

She tells people I have no children.

Why?

Now here's something to think long and hard about:

ONLY THREE PEOPLE knew where I was going to be on November 14, 2013. All 3 were told within 15 minutes of my leaving. It was not a pre-planned trip. A half hour before I left, I didn't know I was leaving.. My father, my mother, and Ben. No one else knew.

That means it was my father, my mother, or Ben who TOLD the Claire woman where I was.

My mother is the one working mega over time trying to convince EVERYONE that I have no son, that I am not blind, that I am not crippled... why?

Is my mother REALLY so desperate for you to believe I have no children, that she would HIRE someone to murder my baby?

The FBI thinks the answer is yes. That's why there is an FBI surveillance set up at my mother's house since January 2021. 

My mother is the FBI's primary suspect.

The FBI believes my mother pulled the 2015 cats in the motorhome stunt to draw police away from my son's murder investigation.

The FBI believes my mother instigated the Claire woman into attacking me in 2013.

The FBI believes my mother was behind the backhoe that drove over my house a few weeks before my son was murdered.

The FBI believes my mother is completely insane, and has pretended to be me so long now, that, my mother now wants me dead, so that she can impersonate me with out me getting in the way. The FBI believes that is why my mother is working so hard on trying to convince people I'm not blind, not mute, not crippled, because in order for my mother to fully take over my identity, she needs to convince you SHE is me.

Another way you can tell me and my mother apart: my mother has never had plastic surgery. But I have.

I have scars on my face. She does not. That's another way you can tell us apart.

Also, there's x-rays. I've had my jaw replaced. She hasn't. Next time some crazy bitch shows up at your house yelling and claiming to be me, X-ray her fucking jaw. My jaw was replaced June 24, 2016, THAT is why I can talk now, and why I could NOT talk before June 24, 2016.

I have had plastic surgery. And if you look at my face, you can see it. Those are not wrinkles around my nose and lips. they are scars from plastic surgery.

When I was 17 years old, a rooster jumped up and kicked me in the face. His spur went through my lip, just under my nose, and ripped my upper lip off. My mother cared more about the animals than her daughter, because I was “just Competition Bitch” according to her. Competition Bitch was my name, according to my mother.

My parents did not take me to the hospital. They were too busy fussing over how scared the poor rooster must have been.

I was lucky. It was a Saturday and the Mormon priest who paid my parents $12k so he could rape me every week from the time I was 8 years old, showed up to find me sitting in the shower, no face on my face, carefully bleeding over the drain so that I did not get blood spatter on my mother's precious bathroom floor tiles.

The high priest, horrified by what he found, dragged me to his white Honda Civic, that had all but the driver’s seat removed, and sped to the hospital.

Had he not showed up, I would have NO FACE today, because my parents had no intention of taking me to the hospital. And according to the doctor, I also would have died. He said I was a few minutes from bleeding to death by the time anyone got around to taking me to the hospital.

I had to have emergency plastic surgery to rebuild my face.

Today I have almost no scars, because the hospital brought in a specialist cosmetic surgeon to reconstruct my face. There are thin scars around my nose, upper lip, and the space between them, but they are unnoticeable unless you are specifically looking for them.

Had the doctor not rebuilt my face, I would have spent most of my life looking like a faceless monster out of some Horror movie. My entire upper lip was gone. Tore clean off. Lots of jagged flesh hanging down from what was the remains of my nose. My upper gums and teeth were fully exposed because there was no face covering them anymore.

Of course then my parents had to explain to the hospital why I had no birth certificate, no social security number, no vaccination records, had never been to a doctor before, and had no record of even existing, which brought the police and child protective services and the FBI over all leading to the discovery of the room thing they had kept me locked in from the time I was 8 years old. But did they do anything? No. They took pictures of the room. And left. I was 17 years old when police and Maine Department of Human Services found that room. But I would not escape that room, until 14 years later at age 31.

And when people find out I had plastic surgery they say I'm anti-feminist. What the hell? What does having my face reattached have to do with anti-feminism? Who knows. It's just people pushing their own agendas on my life experiences again. 

Newsflash: keeping children locked in cages and charging LDS priest $12k to rape said 8 year old girls, THAT is REAL anti-feminist activity. And that was what I grew up with. I spent my childhood knowing nothing but how much I hated sex. By the time I was 8 years old, I was declaring I never wanted to have sex again. And because at 14 years old I started trying to escape the cage to get to the police, my parents decided the solution was to use a cinderblock brick to break my jaw. Thus why I was mute from the age I was 14 until the age of 42.

I was 42 years old when a doctor discovered I was not born mute as she had previously thought, and she did an MRI- the MRI that was done to see how badly the golf club woman had damaged my spine the same day she murdered me son - the MRI was done and discovered, my jaw was smashed to pieces and I was living in total agony from bone fragments in my face.

That same MRI also revealed the hip dysplasia damage done to me when I was 4 years old, when a six foot long foundation rod was run through my hip. I haven’t been able to walk unaided since I was FOUR YEARS OLD - remember. I had a long six foot tall metal cane that I use for over 30 years before switching to the cane I have now.

My mother doesn’t have a lame leg either.

It's VERY DIFFICULT to pretend to be me, if you start looking at my medical records, my MRIs, my x-rays, my eye doctor’s records - I have A LOT of abuse those medical records prove.

So after 28 years of being mute from being beaten in the face with a cinderblock brick at 14 years old because I didn't want to be raped by Mormon priests anymore to feed my mother's obsession with wearing designer shoes, after 28 of being unable to open my jaw enough to speak, I had surgery at age 42, to remove my jaw and 7 of my teeth, to have a fake replacement jaw and 7 fake teeth put in, and voila, for the first time since childhood I can speak.

And guess what. Jaw replacement surgery means I had to have even more plastic surgery.

There is nothing wrong with plastic surgery.

Plastic surgery rebuilt my face after misogynist, child abusing, sex trafficking parents obliterated my face as a child because I at 8 years old was fed up with sex.

Anyone wanting to tell you I do not have these injuries and disabilities can easily be proved a liar by the massive mountain of medical records I’ve amassed in the past ten years since my son’s murder.

My parents have a five decade long history of horrific child abuse, and that’s why the FBI is looking at them, why the FBI suspect THEM, of hiring the Claire woman to murder my son and cripple me, with a golf club November 14, 2013.

And THAT is why my mother is spread the fucking cat lies about me. She abused those cats the same way she abused me. She’s trying to cover up A LOT of child abuse, the murder of my son, AND the attempted murder of me. And the more she runs around spreading her filthy cat lies, trying to pin the abuse she did to those cats on me. Well guess what: those first cats she did that too, and I know where the bodies of the other cats are. She wants to keep spreading her filth cat abuse lies about me: then maybe you should start looking at the bodies of those other cats. The police only took 10 of her cats. She had 83.

I find it rather interesting to note that the SAME PEOPLE who are trying to erase all memory of my son and his murder, are the SAME PEOPLE who are ALSO trying to convince you I was not born legally blind, was not mute most of my life, was not not crippled since a toddler, and was not paralized from a severed spine the same day my son was murdered.

I find it VERY disturbing, because guess what: ONLY the guilty, have reason to try to erase my son’s murder or my medical history.

I’m sorry, but they are making themselves look, very, very, very, VERY guilty of being involved in my son’s murder, because NO ONE but my son’s murderer has any motive to spread these lies about my health. And only an idiot, would think, I couldn’t get copies of my medical records from the hospital and post them all online.

Additionally: I have Autism.

Not to be confused with Aspergers or any other Autism Spectrum Disorder that effects 1 in 3 people.

ACTUAL, REAL Autism.

As in, the VERY RARE Autism that has only ever been medically diagnosed in ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THROUSAND PEOPLE EVER, TOTAL, IN THE LAST HUNDRED YEARS.

REAL AUTISM, the one that is one of the single rarest diseases on the planet.

The one like in he movie RainMan.

Also known as:

Low Functioning Autism.

or...

None-verbal Autism

or.. head thumping Autism.

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Update: July 6, 2023

I'm getting messages about Atwaters flipping out over the RainMan movie post I mentioned the other day. I don't know what they are talking about, but they seem to have movies mixed up or something.

I'm sorry, no... I don't think they have a clue what the RainMan movie is... they SERIOUSLY are mixing it up with something else, I don't know what... this is the RainMan movie... THIS is REAL and ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers which has no medical connection to Autism whatsoever... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DH6S0wKKGBM

THIS is what I have, and the Atwaters'd know that, had they ever met me in person and talked to me face to face because THIS is also EXACTLY how I talk and act... don't be fooled by the fact that I can think and type, because thinking and typing does NOT translate into how I act or talk...

THIS is REAL AND ACTUAL Autism https://youtu.be/G4Hwsz1sQmc

THIS is what I have, and they'd know that, had they ever met me in person and talked to me face to face because THIS is also EXACTLY how I talk and act... don't be fooled by the fact that I can think and type, because thinking and typing does NOT translate into how I act or talk.

And THIS is why no one can say nothing or do nothing near me, because I REMEMBER EVERYTHING word for word, line for line... even without the camera running 24/7... THIS is REAL and ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers which has no medical connection to Autism whatsoever... https://youtu.be/gN2ZP-q_qpc

THIS is what I have, THIS is how I talk and act and what I do... THIS is why I can not go out in public without a caretaker with me https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioMspoSNgmw

the fact that these people who are gossiping about me and spreading rumours about me, do not know that THIS is what I am like, just proves even more that these people don't actually know me... which yet again, leads me to ask, what is their motive? Also who are they? I don't know a single one of these people... yes the Atwaters are relatives, but they are not people I ever met before, other then the group of 400+ of them that attack my farm every year on September 19th because that day means something to them, for some reason.

If you live on Portland Ave, you SAW what they did to the 30 foot long, 15 foot tall hedge that USED TO BE ACROSS my driveway during their September 19, 2021 attack.

When you see how incredibly disabled I really am, you start to realize how MASSIVE this fake ass impersonation scam really is, because 90% of the people who CLAIM to have met me and talked to me, also are quick to tell you I am NOT disabled... which PROVES THEY NEVER MET ME OR TALKED TO ME.

I LOOK disabled.

I ACT disabled.

I SOUND disabled.

And it's a good day if I can ever sit up in bed at all, let alone muster the strength to stand up.

I also have COPD, (caused by stackibotrin poisoning - caused by 27 years locked in that room thing) so after taking only 10 steps, I can't breath and collapse.

The torture room in the back of the blue house at 144 Portland Ave

So you chances of EVER seeing me set foot outside even for a few MINUTES, is incredibly difficult.

So you people claiming to see me on a regular daily basis, are bold faced lying, or your being deceived big time by someone impersonating me.

Funny thing that... all these locals who claim to see, hear, and talk to me, and yet there isn't' a ONE of them whom has EVER EVEN ONCE, been INSIDE MY BEDROOM to ACTUALLY see, hear, or talk to me.

I'm bedridden.

So I guarantee, if you DID NOT ENTER MY BEDROOM, you DID NOT MEET ME!

If YOU DID NOT ENTER MY BEDROOM, then person you encountered IS NOT ME!

Maybe you should try VISITING ME for a change, meet me here in my bed, see who ACTUALLY am, so you can see the scamming ass impersonator for the creep they really are.

PROVE TO YOURSELF that you have ACTUALLY met me, by visiting me in my bed in person, once you do that, you'll know without a doubt that you have NEVER met me.

WHO is lying to you about me?

Is it my mother, whom we now know has been impersonating me for for at LEAST THREE DECADES now?

Or is it this Claire woman, whom A LOT of people are now saying is running around Old Orchard Beach going door to door on Portland Ave to people's houses, specifically starting her conversations with "Have you heard about EelKat, I need to warn you about her...:

THIS WOMAN WHO MURDERED MY SON:

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

NEVER FORGET:

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

The Claire who murdered my son, and the Kendra who helped her, looked and dressed like this:

If you have any information about the identity of these murderers, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

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

SHE is my son's murderer, SHE is the one who crippled me.

SHE is the one the FBI is looking for.

So if it's true, what you people are saying, that she is running around Old Orchard Beach going door to door on Portland Ave to people's houses, specifically starting her conversations with "Have you heard about EelKat, I need to warn you about her...:

YOU NEED TO THE CALL THE FBI AND TELL THEM... BECAUSE THIS WOMAN IS A FUCKING CHILD MURDERER... and if she's psycho enough to murder MY son, she's certainly psycho enough to kill YOUR CHILD as well.

NO CHILD in Old Orchard Beach is safe so long as this child murdering bitch is on the lose.

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

I don't know who these women are, but if they are showing up at your house, then maybe you do. This child murdering filth needs to be taken off the streets before she kills more children. Scum bags like that baby murdering bitch belong in prison.

She beat my infant son's head in with a golf club.

What sort of a deranged psychopath bashes the brains out of an 8 month old baby's head with a golf club? You tell me that!

No sane person pulverises a baby's head. That woman is a fucking monster.

No one with any decency beats a baby's head in.

No one with any morals murders a child.

Old Orchard Beach likes to bill itself as a family friendly town.

But while a child murderer walks free in Old Orchard Beach, no family is safe.

There is nothing family friendly about a town where raving lunatics roam free bashing baby heads in with golf clubs.

There is nothing family friendly about a town where raving lunatics roam free beating up blind women with golf clubs. 

There is nothing family friendly about a town where raving lunatics roam free beating up pregnant women with golf clubs. 

There is nothing family friendly about a town where raving lunatics roam free beating up mute women with golf clubs. 

There is nothing family friendly about a town where raving lunatics roam free beating up crippled women with golf clubs. 

You know, one of the worst parts about my son's murder, is the fact that I have relatives endlessly taking advantage of it as a way to make everything be about them. The endless harassment by my relatives and their gang of cronies, who spend every waking minute of the past ten years trying to erase all memory of my son, and trying to spin my son's death to be about them is just plain evil. But what can you expect from evil people? Evil people, do evil things. I simply do not understand the endless parade of so called relatives, who try to weasel their way into my life, so they can take advantage of my son's murder. It's ridiculous. It's sacrilegious. It's disgusting. It's disrespectful to the dead. And they are REALLY making themselves look more and more guilty of being the ones who hired that Claire woman to bash my son's brains out with a golf club. No one who was NOT involved in my son's murder has any reason to be running around trying to make everyone forget he was ever alive. No one has motivation to erase my son's existence, unless they are trying to help cover up the murder itself, in an attempt to protect the murderer.

You say my relatives are contacting you? Okay then, ask them this: Why are they contacting you? Why you? You who are not involved in my son's murder, why did they specifically contact YOU? Ask them to explain in detail what is their motivation? Ask them to explain to you why are they so DESPERATELY trying to convince you of anything at all? Why difference does it make for YOU to take sides?

And then explain this: What exactly are these sides? I have never mentioned taking sides. What sides are there to take? What are they even talking about?

I'm sorry but I have no clue what the whole “taking sides” argument is even about. There are no sides to take. Any “sides” my relatives are seeing, exist only in their own heads.

You want to talk about taking sides?

My son was murdered. The killer walks free.

You either want justice for my son or you want to protect the murderer. There are no other sides.

My relatives like to fight. Feuding is a way of life for them. And I have never been a part of it. I don't know who is on who's side. I don't even know what the sides are. Last I knew the clan was divided up in 14 separate tribes, each with multiple feuds going on, meaning there are at least 28 “sides”. They are ridiculous, petty adults, who act like ridiculous petty toddlers. That was in 2005. 19 years ago. Who knows how many more branches of the feud there are today.

When you care about someone, you do not try to erase their memory.

When you care about someone, you do not try to erase the memory of their dead son.

When you care about someone, you do not try to take advantage of their son's murder.

When you care about someone, you do not try to twist their grief over their son's murder to fit your petty agenda.

Clearly none of these relatives who are contacting you give a shit about me or my son.

Here's something to try: next time my relatives contact you boo-hooing their fake crocodile tears over taking someone's side, ask them what my son's name is. Chances are high, they are so self absorbed and narcissistic that they do not know my son's name.

I'm sorry my relatives are contacting you and demanding you take sides. They are dicks like that. There are no sides for you to take, so, I don't know why they think there are.

I find it somewhat concerning that my relatives think there is some me vs them side, in regards to my son's murder.

My son was murdered. The killer walks free.

You either want justice for my son or you want to protect the murderer. There are no other sides.

So if my relatives are asking you to side with them against me, that raises a rather disturbing question don't you think?

My side is, finding my son's murderer.

ANYONE with a side that opposes finding my son's murderer, is siding WITH THE MURDERER. You know that right?

Does that mean my relatives are admitting to being involved in my son's murder?

If you have any information about the identity of my son's murderer,
please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

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

NEVER FORGET:

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

The Claire who murdered my son, and the Kendra who helped her, looked and dressed like this:

If you have any information about the identity of these murderers, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

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

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

SHE is the one the FBI is looking for.

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

Updated to answer FaceBook Question that was commented to the FaceBook post of this section

No. You do not seem to understand, the fact that I DO NOT KNOW THE ATWATERS. That IS the problem.

I HAVE NEVER MET the Atwaters.

I HAVE NEVER SPOKEN WITH the Atwaters either online OR offline.

I DO NOT KNOW WHO THE ATWATERS ARE!

That is why the Atwaters are so utterly terrifying.

The Atwaters CLAIM to be me family, but they ARE NOT my family!

The Atwaters CLAIM to know me. But I DO NOT KNOW them!

The Atwaters are big time STALKERS whom have stalked me for DECADES.

The Atwaters are the squatters who staged an attempt to take over my land in 1996, when they BUILT A MILITARY TENT COMPOUND in my driveway. It took the police NINE MONTHS to get them off my land. That was the SAME time period when the Stephen King film crew ILLEGALLY filmed parts of Thinner on my land and the FBI believes it was the Atwaters who told the film crew they could do so, because neither me nor anyone in my ACTUAL family had ever even heard of Stephen King before let alone gave permission for a movie to be filmed on my land. That is the ONLY time I have ever seen the Atwaters face to face. And that was a small section of their group only around 40 people.

They build websites about me, they build FaceBook groups about me.

According to the FBI, there are more then 400 of them, a single family from grandparents to great-great-grandchildren ALL of whom have a OBSESSION with me on EXTREMES to the point that I am the topic of more then 90% of ALL their online and offline conversations.

According to the FBI they are distant relatives of my mothers and they have formed this weird parasocial paranoia that for some reason I am the single cause of EVERYTHING to ever go wrong in ANY of their lives, because for some reason they believe I am a witch who put a curse on them.

But neither me nor the FBI can figure out WHY they came to believe this because I DON'T KNOW WHO THEY EVEN ARE SO WHY THE FUCK WOULD I PUT A CURSE ON THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE!?!

Me NOT KNOWING the Atwaters IS the problem.

I have NEVER MET ANY of these people and I don't know why they CLAIM TO BE MY FAMILY!

But according to the FBI THEY are connected to the SAME drug gang that is suspected of killing my son, and the FBI has well over TEN THOUSAND posts JUST ON FACEBOOK ALONE from these 400 Atwaters posting death threats about me SINCE 2007, so, that is why the FBI has put up so much surveillance around ALL the Atwaters in Maine, which according to the FBI, that's over 300 people in under 50 miles of me.

The FBI believes the Atwaters FALSLY CLAIMING to be my family is WHY the drug gang killed my son and crippled me, because the FBI believes the Atwaters scammed the drug gang into thinking I had a connection to the Atwaters.

The drug gang who attacked CLEARLY thought I know the names "Claire" and "Kendra" and went out of their way to use those name, like they thought it would mean something to me. But I never heard of either of those names before, so I have no clue who they are.

According to the FBI, the ATWATERS do in fact know people named "Claire" and "Kendra" and according to the FBI, The Atwaters were scamming the drug gang, to misdirected the drug dealers, DELIBERATELY causing the drug gang to attack the wrong person (me) instead of the correct person (who according to the FBI was someone named Autumn who was the ACTUAL target of the attack).

The Atwaters are total psychotic nutjobs and I don't know who they are or why they are obsessed with me or why they are claiming to be my family when they are not!

Updated to add (answering FaceBook question):

Uhm. Nope. No clue what you are talking about.

I'm sorry, but have you ever even met me face to face? Have you ever even SEEN how I dress?

ALL of my cloths are made out of silk. REAL silk. One yard of real silk KILLS over a 1k butterflies to make it and EACH of my kimono was made from well over ten yards of silk.

I'm not an animal rights activist.

Never have been.

I'm not vegan. Never have been.

Heck, I own more than thirty fur coats, several fur stoles, a fur cape, 3 leather trench coats, Have a dozen fur pelts instead of blankets.

I wear silk, leather, and REAL fur... mink, bobcat, beaver, wolf, coyote, fur, EVERY DAY.

My grandmother Eva Viola Atwater was an animal rights activist and vegan. I think you are mixing me up with her for some reason.

Either that or my mother.

My mother is a mega extreme animal hoarder, at one point she had 9 dogs, 83 cats, 40+ ducks, and 2k+ chickens, all living in the house which was several feet deep in feces, all there at once. She takes in every stray everything she can find, until the police took all her animals and slapped a court order on her, she's not allowed to have animals any more, which is why she tried to hide those 13 cats in my motorhome and got in even more animal legal issues with police. It's my MOTHER and HER MOTHER/my GRANDMOTHER, who are the animal rights PETA nuts, not me.

You REALLY need to stop mixing me up with my mother and her mother.

I'm not them and I don't understand why you keep attributing to me, things which they do/did.

Updated to add (answering FaceBook question):

No. Again, that's my MOTHER you are talking about. Not me.

My mother used to have signs about Elliotts church up all over her yard, next door to me, in 2001. There were 50 or 60 of them. About the stolen house. They had a house mover come in and cut her house in half and move it from Old Orchard to Waterville. She's been homeless ever since that happened 22 years ago.

They were MY MOTHER's signs, NOT mine and I am fucking sick of you people mixing me up with her!

In 2015 she had more signs about stolen cats, and again those were HER signs in HER yard.

My mother likes to put my name on EVERYTHING.

She has multiple court cases over the years that she did in MY NAME, even though I had no clue the court cases even happened, some of them go as far back as to when I was 4 years old.

My mother also took out well over a dozen credit cards and multiple bank accounts in my name, most of hose she did before I was even ten years old.

I have never had a credit card in my entire life! I don't even know how to use one, because I never went to school or learned math, I can't even fucking count!

Do you remember Squidoo?

Squidoo is where the EelKat username came from. I was posting short stories there from the Quaraun series, which is narrated by a black bobcat who raises space eels. It's a fiction series.

THIS is EelKat:

I'm NOT EelKat.

EelKat is a fictional character.

I'm Wendy Christine Allen.

And everyone who followed me on Squidoo knew this.

All the stories about the EelMerman named Etiole, this guy:

Those were The Twighlight Manor segment of the Quaraun series published as free to read online on Squidoo.

I'm a Fantasy author remember? Sold over 57 million novels.  I'm kind of a little bit famous. YES, all of my 57MILLION fans HAVE read this page and DO, know what these people have done. They DO know about the backhoe and the Clair and Kendra and Porch Bitch women.

I'm sorry is the local itty bitty drug gangs thought hey were being annoy mouses when they attacked me, but they should have found out WHO I was before they drove a fucking backhoe over my house, or BEFORE they murdered my son, or BEFORE they broke my spine.

Just because I was a recluse who never went outside, doesn't mean I was a nobody, like these drug shits are. They're the ones who are unimportant nobodies.

As used Squidoo to post online, free to read short stories that went with the novels, and I had more then TWO THOUSAND short stories featuring Etiole and EelKat as main characters, published on Squidoo.

My MOTHER created a Squidoo account called "The REAL EelKat" and used it to dox me, posting my real name, my home address, where I went to college, where I worked, photos of me, of the tent... AND... the ORIGINAL article called "The Amphibious Alien" which was written by my uncles Dickie and Bruce.

Before my mother did that, no one knew I even lived in Maine, let alone that I lived in Old Orchard Beach. No one knew my real name.

I had been online from 1996 and NEVER told anyone any identifying info about who I was or where I lived.

My MOTHER is the one who did that.

My article called "Amphibious Aliens: The Story of Etiole and The World's Most Haunted Car" went line by line through my mother's article and answered every point she brought up, debunking all her claims of evil spirits, ghosts, demons, and aliens.

MY MOTHER is the one who calls the homeless world war 2 veteran who lives in my yard "Etiole". Not me. I don't call him that, because I actually know his name.

You can see video footage of his living conditions:

HERE

and HERE

and HERE.

THAT is the homeless veteran, this woman are 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.

My MOTHER calls my car haunted.

My MOTHER calls him an alien.

My MOTHER calls him a demon.

My MOTHER calls me a witch.

My MOTHER had a slanderous Squidoo page about me, another one about my homeless friend, another one about my car, she has 72 such slander filled pages ALL calling my car haunted, me a witch, and him an alien or demon or evil spirit.

Those Squidoo pages you are talking about were the ones MY MOTHER made, NOT the ones I made.

I had the Lord Sesshomaru Squidoo pages, the Faerie Folklore Squidoo pages, and the 2k free to read online short stories about a talking cat named EelKat and a silver salamander eel hybrid merman named Etile, living in a haunted house called The Twighlight Manor.

I really wish you people would STOP mixing me up with my MOTHER.

I am not her.

My mother is a mean, vicious, vindictive, violent person who fights with EVERYONE.

And I'm not the only person she's done this shit to.

Go look at her FaceBook page, look at what she's doing to my father right now. Same crap she did to me on Squidoo.

She has done it to all of her brothers, all of her sisters, most of her nieces, most of her nephews, most everyone of every church she's ever attended.

I'm not the only one she does it too.

MY MOTHER is the one who calls the homeless world war 2 veteran who lives in my yard "Etiole". Not me. I don't call him that, because I actually know his name.

My MOTHER calls my car haunted.

My MOTHER calls him an alien.

My MOTHER calls him a demon.

My MOTHER calls me a witch.

My MOTHER had a slanderous Squidoo page about me, another one about my homeless friend, another one about my car, she has 72 such slander filled pages ALL calling my car haunted, me a witch, and him an alien or demon or evil spirit.

Why?

At the time she had just left the Mormon church, became extremely anti-Mormon and was mad because I would not leave the church with her and she PRETENDING TO BE ME on Squidoo, then took HER impersonating me Squidoo account to HER bishop (Dan Kenning) NOT my Bishop (Provincher - yep, he was MY Bishop) and used the gibberish THAT SHE WROTE about demons, haunted cars, witches, witchcraft, and a whole bunch of anti-Mormon crap besides, to HER Bishop to use as "proof" that I was a Wiccan and needed to be excommunicated from the church.

HER Bishop, Dan Kenning calls me in to a meeting at his church (Saco ward; my church is the Sanford ard) and starts accusing me of being a which and brings up on a computer some "Sea Witch of Old Orchard Beach" website, that, again, my MOTHER made, pretending to be me. It was a site selling curses online!

I had never even heard of Wicca before, so I had no clue anything about what he was talking about.

Dan Kenning asks me what my religion is and I say "LDS Mormon" and he starts laughing ad says "You claim to be Wiccan on your website here where you calll yourself The Sea Witch of Old Orchard Beach"

I say: "That's not my website, SpaceDock 13 is my website" (This was 2010, and my site was still SpaceDock13 and not yet EelKat.com at the time).

Then he asks what my job is and I tell him: "I'm a published author, I've sold more then 57 million Dark Fantasy novels" and he starts laughing again and says: "Don't lie to me, I know you're a witch, your mother told me all about you".

So baffling.

But, yeah, she's been impersonating me online since at least 2007 (that's when her REAL EelKat Squidoo account was created; mine [eelkat] one word no caps was created in 2005 when Seth Godin hired me to code the website, I was one of the Squidoo devs.) AND she's been impersonating me offline since at least the mid 1980s.

This happened October 21, 2010, right after she found out I had escaped her torture chamber room and was going to college.

This room:

My mother is STILL pissed that I am STILL a Mormon and have not yet left the church and she and her Elliot Church friends, have made it their life goal to slander me with rumors of aliens and demons and witches and curses, while also doxxing me, as much as they possibly can.

But... THAT is WHEN people started calling ME EellKat and for some reason FORGOT that eelKat was a talking fairy cat from a Fantasy novel.

And THAT is when people started calling my homeless friend "Etiole" and started spreading rumors of him being an alien.

My MOTHER did that.

And, so it is no surprise to see my MOTHER now being the one spreading the cat rumors about me as well.

When my son was murdered in 2013, I had signs up all over my yard, about the murder, with the FBI hotline number for information on those signs. Today 10 years later many of them are still up. From 2013 to 2016 there we'll over 500 signs in my yard about my son's murder, including a 20' foot 1950s billboard.

People for some reason always mix up the 2 yards, and weirdly assume it's all one yard, and that I own both of them. Largely because me and my mother look so much alike that we could pass for twins.

I have agoraphobia and from 1975 until 2010, I had never set foot off my farm. I also had no electricity or septic or running water. I was living fully off grid. I had ZERO contact or interaction with the outside world, including no TV, no newspapers, no radio…nothing. It's why to this day I know so very little about anyone or anything on any level whatsoever ever.

My mother on the other hand is a social butterfly and a major big time gossiping busybody who thinks she knows everything about everyone. Before she became an atheist she used to attend 15 different churches, every single one of them every single Sunday.

It's why I never know who these people are when they show up, and am always fed up and disgusted to find out that every single time, they turn out to be someone from one of my mother's 15 different churches she attended.

EVERY SINGLE TIME!

What the fuck does my mother do in church that gets these people so wound up? I don't understand it, but damn is she ever good at pissing people off and getting them going off on violent psycho deranged meltdowns.

ALL of MY signs in MY yard have ALWAYS been about MY SON'S MURDER, and ONLY my son's murder.

I have NEVER had ANY signs in my yard about HOUSES or CATS.

ALL the stolen HOUSE signs and stolen CAT signs are my MOTHER'S signs and were in HER yard.

People for some reason always mix up the 2 yards, and weirdly assume it's all one yard, and that I own both of them. Largely because me and my mother look so much alike that we could pass for twins.

ALL of that stuff you are talking about and attributing to me, that's NOT me, that is my MOTHER. Stop mixing us up, it's really annoying.

My mother is, as usual, trying to make everything be about her, by weirdly pretending to be me and making everything be about me, and I HATE IT!

My mother is a fucking attention whore, just like her sister Barbara, they both are. That's why they are both all over the city running around yapping gossip at everyone.

I HATE attention. In case you hadn't noticed I have agoraphobia and it is often MONTHS or even YEARS between me even going outside at all. I'm too famous, and I get recognized everywhere I go and I don't like it. I like my privacy. I like people to leave me alone. My mother on the other hand is a social butterfly and has to be the center of attention 24 hours a day.

The problem is, she thinks because I'm famous and she looks enough like me to pass for me in public, that it's fun to run around pretending to be me.

Well here's a tip for you: I'm NEVER without my Volvo - the one with unicorns, elves, dragons, and jellyfish painted on it, I'm never without my dog (originally the Cocker Spaniel Buddy who I had 16 years, then the Chihuahua Marcy for 21 years, then the Lhasa Apso Mickey for 12 years, and now the brindle Scottish Terrier Koko who is still a puppy), I do not wear pants, I always wear hijab, I do not own a cowboy hat; I am legally blind and wear special blackout glasses and carry a red and white stripe blind cane with a yellow cap. That is how you can tell if is me or her. I am also very short, and somewhat fat (I weigh 240lbs and am barely five feet tall - I am kind of obese and I am aware of it and not doing anything about it, but I'm fat and she's not) wearase she is very tall and rather thin. If you see the 2 of us side by side I barley come up to her shoulder. I'm a little itty bitty tiny thing and she's very tall. 

Also, if you ever see me without my dark glasses, I have a flat face, what is called a "Mongolian profile" very similar to a Chinese person. She does not. My bone structure of my face comes from my father's mother's side of the family, she was part Mongolian and part Persian. That's why I have the very "Asian flat face profile" that makes me stick out like a sore thumb when the Atwaters are around, because I don't have the "European" Atwaater facial bone structure that they all have. My big dark glasses hide that, but it's VERY noticeable when I don't have them on. Most people think I'm Japanese because I wear Kimono ad have a "Asian bone structure" to my face.

She's NOT me, no matter how much she pretends to be me and if you pay attention to details, it's very easy to tell us apart.

And here's ANOTHER way you can tell me an my mother apar: I have Autism, and you are NOT going to mistake me for a "normal" person when you meet me.

I am JUST LIKE RAINMAN.

I am JUST LIKE the kid brother from GILBERT GRAPE.

Go watch those to movies.

I ACT and TALK, JUST LIKE THAT.

My mother does not.

I am retarded.

My mother is not.

I am incapable of normal speech.

My mother speaks perfectly fine.

I have AUTISM.(actual medical diagnoses, diagnosed by Dr Andrew Parker of Portland, Maine). NOT Aspergers. NOT High Functioning Autism. REAL and ACTUAL low functioning, non-verbal AUTISM.

My mother has Schizophrenia and Muchasisms Syndrome by Proxy (actual medical diagnoses, diagnosed by Dr Gallant of Arundel Maine).

Most people when they meet me, they jump back and say "Wait, you have Down's Syndrome? Why ain't you got the Downs Syndrome face?"

And I answer: "I have Autism, not Downs Syndrome. We talk similar but Autistics do not have the face deformity".

And the people will say: "But my daughter self diagnosed as Autism and she acts and talks nothing like you. She is almost normal. You are very obviously retarded. You talk retarded, you act retarded." 

I answer: "That is because I AM retarded. Retarded is short for Mental Retardation Due To Autism. If someone ACTS retarded and TALKS retarded, that IS Autism. You can not self diagnose yourself as Autistic. General practitioners, Psychologists, Pediatricians, and Social Workers ALSO can not LEGALLY diagnose Autism. Autism can only LEGALLY be diagnosed by a PSYCHIATRISTS who is specifically trained in diagnosing Autism, and there are ONLY TWELVE psychiatrists in America who had the federal certification required to LEGALLY give an ACTUAL Autism diagnosis."  

They'll say: "But my son..." or "My daughter..."

Chances are astronomically LOW that you will EVER encounter a TRULY AUTISTIC person with ACTUAL REAL AUTISM, because since the 1920s there have been only around one hundred and twenty thousand REAL Autism diagnoses EVER. REAL and ACTUAL Autism is one of the single RAREST disorders there is.

They'll say: "But my son..." or "My daughter..."

Has Aspergers, Narcissism, or Schizophrenia. Most likely schizophrenia, due to the fact schizophrenics are the MOST likely to be so paranoid of doctors that they REFUSE to get an ACTUAL diagnoses and falsely claim to be Autistic without any medical proof at all.

While 1 in 3 children born since the 1990s has Aspergers, 1 in 9 people who self diagnose as "on the spectrum" gare given a diagnosis as Schizophrenic if they ever do get a real medical diagnosis. Schizophrenia effects 1 in 20 people in America. Schizophrenia and Aspergers are two of the single most common disorders in America, and changes are high that you who are reading this know no fewer then 12 people with Schizophrenia and no fewer then 30 people with Aspergers.

On the other hand, only one in every ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY MILLION people will ever encounter an ACTUALLY Autistic person in their life time, meaning, fewer then one hundred people alive in America right now in 2023 has EVER come face to face with a person who has REAL and ACTUAL Autism, simply because Autism is THAT RARE. 

They'll say: "But my son..." or "My daughter..."

If your son or daughter has enough mental capabilities to be self diagnosing, then they DO NOT have Autism, because Autism LITERALLY MEANS = RETARDED. And by the fact of them have enough ability to self diagnose as anything, that alone means they have enough brain function to NOT have Autism.

We who have Autism, we talk like THIS:

This is how I talk. You can tell the difference between me and my mother because I talk and act like THAT, and she talks and acts like YOU and everyone who is normal.

I am retarded.

My mother is not.

It is bizarre to think that anyone could ever mix us up.

EVERYONE who has ever met me face to face KNOWS how I talk, how I act, and would NEVER mix me up with a normal person... so these people who my mother fools, these people who think my mother is me, clearly have NEVER met me face to face, because if they had, they would NEVER mistake a normal none Autistic person for being me.

We who have Autism, we act like THIS:

You can tell the difference between me and my mother because I act like THAT, and she acts like YOU and everyone who is normal.

This is how I talk. You can tell the difference between me and my mother because I talk and act like THAT, and she talks and acts like YOU and everyone who is normal.

I am retarded.

My mother is not.

It is bizarre to think that anyone could ever mix us up.

EVERYONE who has ever met me face to face KNOWS how I talk, how I act, and would NEVER mix me up with a normal person... so these people who my mother fools, these people who think my mother is me, clearly have NEVER met me face to face, because if they had, they would NEVER mistake a normal none Autistic person for being me.

If your son or daughter does NOT talk like THIS, then they DO NOT have Autism:

This is how I talk. You can tell the difference between me and my mother because I talk and act like THAT, and she talks and acts like YOU and everyone who is normal.

I am retarded.

My mother is not.

It is bizarre to think that anyone could ever mix us up.

EVERYONE who has ever met me face to face KNOWS how I talk, how I act, and would NEVER mix me up with a normal person... so these people who my mother fools, these people who think my mother is me, clearly have NEVER met me face to face, because if they had, they would NEVER mistake a normal none Autistic person for being me.

If your son or daughter does NOT act like THIS, then they DO NOT have Autism:

This is how I talk. You can tell the difference between me and my mother because I talk and act like THAT, and she talks and acts like YOU and everyone who is normal.

I am retarded.

My mother is not.

It is bizarre to think that anyone could ever mix us up.

It is unfotunate that my mother is enough of a sneaky snake sumbag scam artist that she thinks she can get away with impersonating me and thinks it's okay for her to do because I am retarded. She thinks I do not have feeling or emotions, she thinks she does not hurt me because she thinks I am too stupid to be effected by her impersonations. But it is people she has scammed that beat me up and murdered my baby, because they thought they were attacking her. She causes more harm then most people are aware, because I do not talk about the vast majority of the thing she does.

But the fact remains, if any of these people ever took the time to ACTUALLY get to know ME, they would know immediately the difference between me and her and they would not mix us up.

EVERYONE who has ever met me face to face KNOWS how I talk, how I act, and would NEVER mix me up with a normal person... so these people who my mother fools, these people who think my mother is me, clearly have NEVER met me face to face, because if they had, they would NEVER mistake a normal none Autistic person for being me.

Aspergers is NOT Autism, and people with Aspergers running around incorrectly calling themselves Autistic when they are NOT, does a lot of harm to the general public's understand of Autism, AND has a huge negative impact on how people treat us who are ACTUALLY Autistic, because they incorrectly think we have Aspergers, when we do not.

And had I not gone to college, I never would have found out about the fake Squidoo account my mother had impersonating me. And had she not had that account, I would not have found out about the dozens of credit cards she had taken out in my name. Me! The one who can not count, can not tell time, can not do money, because she pulled me out of school when I was 8 years old and locked me in that woodshed thing on the back of the house, and kept me in their for 27 fucking years, so I didn't even know what a credit card was!

THIS ROOM, in this house:

The torture room in the back of the blue house at 144 Portland Ave

The torture room was in the back of this blue house at 144 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

The room was in this house at 144 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach https://www.eelkat.com/images/House2.jpg - it was ALSO driven over by the SAME backhoe that drove over the yellow house at 146 on August 8, 2013 : https://www.eelkat.com/images/eelkats_house_before_after.jpg

There were THREE houses side by side, the backhoe drove over the big farmhouse at 148 on July 2, 2001, it drove over the small blue bungalow April 7, 2007 even though the FBI had the blue house roped off with yellow crime scene tape and had signs up all around the room for no one to enter because of the investigation; and it drove over the yellow cabin August 8, 2013. SAME backhoe EACH time... the blue house is the one the bomb blew up October 18, 2006, AFTER child protective services police officer Liz Coleman, FBI agent Laura (who was murdered February 2, 2021) had already been there DOZENS of times between May 9, 2006 to October 2006.

Liz Coleman of Biddeford PD and Will Watson of OOB PD were the officers who designed and built the tent for me, seen here: https://www.eelkat.com/images/tent2.jpg

this "room" that the Atwaters kept me locked in for 27 years was in the blue house at 144 https://www.eelkat.com/images/a-thefloor.jpg

The torture room was in the back of this blue house at 144 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

144 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine - the "room" was in this house; this house was blown up by a bomb October 18, 2006 AND driven over by the same backhoe as the other house April 7, 2007

The yellow house sat beside the blue house. The backhoe drover over the yellow house August 8, 2013

SEE the truth for yourself!

LOOK AT IT!

LOOK AT WHAT THEY DID!

Police officers Will Watson of Old Orchard Beach PD and Liz Coleman of Biddeford PD, designed and built this tent for me to live in, May 2006, after the investigation of the "room" started on May 9, 2006

Police officers Will Watson of Old Orchard Beach PD and Liz Coleman of Biddeford PD, designed and built this tent for me to live in, May 2006, after the investigation of the "room" started on May 9, 2006

The police discovered the "room" May 9, 2006, the day my father went into a coma and they searched every inch of the building to find the source of what caused my father's coma; the tent I lived in after that was built by those same police officers.

This is the FBI agent who was there investigating the room at 144 Portland Ave with Liz Coleman and Will Watson; Andy Drewer took over the case because Laura was murdered https://www.cnn.com/2021/02/04/us/fbi-agents-killed-florida-shooting/index.html

NEVER FORGET! Never let the memory of the malevolence that claimed my family with the murder of my son fade away! Never forget the cost of education for us females! Our fight goes beyond mere shelter and freedom; it's a battle for the very right to be treated as human beings! Unite with me, for my baby's death should kindle a fervent call for justice.

My going to college was precisely the problem. My parents. The Atwaters. None of them knew. They did not know I had escaped. They did not know I had gotten a GED. They did not know I had gotten a driver’s license. They did not know I had gotten a job. They did not know I had started college.

The social workers, specifically Liv Coleman, social services of the Biddeford Police Department, famous in Maine, notorious in Maine, proud confiscation of more children than any other social worker in Maine history, and the ONLY person the Atwaters are scared of - she's put more Atwater children in foster care then anyone can count, she's Maine''s bulldog for children's rights, and somehow she got involved, she got involved big time, I don't know who brought her in or why, but her arrival on this case, sent the Atwaters into a shit flying frenzy - literally - they ran around Old Orchard and Biddeford dumping buckets of shit on people's cars and houses, I'm not sure why - was the one who contacted the Atwaters, specifically my uncle Bruce, to find out if he was aware I was in college. I don’t know why she contacted him, but apparently my uncle Bruce and my aunt were claiming they were my legal guardians, a thing the FBI later uncovered and found out was documents my aunt was forging, along with a will that I never wrote, that would make my aunt my next of kin if I died… a will that presumably my aunt had forged in August 2013, 4 days before the backhoe drove over my house.

One of the ideas the FBI has is the FBI thinks the Atwaters hired the backhoe driver to drive over the house, thinking I would be home, because in August 2013, the Atwaters had not yet found out I had escaped, I had gotten a GED, I had gotten a driver’s license, I had gotten a job, and I had started college.

I was at work on the Waffle Pizza Food Truck at George’s Parking Lot beside Bill’s Pizza, next to the Pier across the street from Lisa’s Pizza and Palace Playland when the backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013.

I WOULD have been asleep inside the building had I not started that job a week earlier.

I WOULD have been killed when the backhoe drove over the house, had I not been at work, on the food truck, a job I had just started that week and a job the Atwaters did not know I had.

WOULD have died in the backhoe driving over my house, the backhoe driver WOULD have taken the blame for my murder, and my aunt WOULD have taken my farm and everything I owned via the forged will she had that she came by a week before the backhoe drove over my house.

The Atwaters DID, show up at my farm the next day August 9, 2013 and the were HORRIFIED to see me not only alive… but with a VIDEO CAMERA… you see… I was just getting home from work, WHILE the backhoe was still in my yard and, those stills of the backhoe on my house, those are NOT photos, but rather those are still frames from VIDEO FOOTAGE…

As you can see in this photo, the backhoe was blocked in my yard and could not drive back out unless he drove over me in my car. Thus the backhoe driver leapt out of the backhoe and ran, he ran out of my yard, and up the dirt road across the street from me. The backhoe sat there running, yes, he did not turn the engine off, sat there running for 3 DAYS, until it ran out of gas.

The backhoe was STILL sitting in my yard 3 months later November 14, 2013 when I was attacked by the golf club woman.

The backhoe sat abandoned in my yard until December when the Old Orchard Beach police impounded it and towed it away.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach Maine. July 4, 2013 vs August 8, 2013.

 This is her: Biddeford Police Department > Home > Staff Directory > Elizabeth L. Coleman

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Elizabeth L. Coleman Biddeford Police Department
Title: Officer, Records Division
Phone: (207) 282-5127
Contact by email

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https://www.biddefordmaine.org/directory.aspx?eid=62 She's still listed on staff. She's the one who showed up in Old Orchard in 2006 and 2007 - it was HER photographer who took all the photos and video footage of the room the Atwaters kept me locked in for 27 years - she's STILL an officer in Biddeford; if you want to see the police reports of the room, she's the officer to contact, she' wa a child protective services officer at the time; it was her job to confiscate children out of abuse situations; Old Orchard Beach did not have a child protective services officer at the time, and she was the nearest officer on duty at the time the police discovered the room.

According to the FBI, the backhoe driver was a pawn who was being duped by the Atwaters. The Atwaters had convinced him they owned my farm. In court the backhoe driver provided forged deeds, forged titles, and forged building/demolition permits, all of which he claimed were given to him by my father, and he also claimed my father was claiming to own the land.

My grandmother Helen Ricker Allen owned the land from 1914 when she inherited it from her father George Ricker, and she owned it until her death in 1983.

She left EVERYTHING she owned to me, her only grandchild in 1983. And I have never sold the land and still own it to this day.

HOWEVER… 8 days after my grandmother died, I was locked in that room… and the FBI uncovered a motive for that room.

The Atwaters, infuriated that my grandmother left me the farm, locked me in a cage and proceeded to write HUNDREDS of forged deeds, with almost EVERY single Atwater having a forged copy of the deed… and whenever anyone of them wanted to do ANYTHING, they would show themselves illegally, as owners of m land.

This is how Stephen King came to film Thinner on my land illegally. One of my uncles contacted Stephen King and gave the film crew permission to be there. I spent 5 hours chasing the bastards out of my farm, and had no clue, until 2016, 3 decades later,what my uncles had done.

According to the FBI all my 27 years of being beaten with bricks, stabbed with broken plates, told I wasn’t allowed out of my cage because I was not Human, sold to high priests of the Mormon church, and forced to marry Benjamin Kitchle Wildes on August 13, 1987 when I was 12 years old and he was 37 years old, was ALL because, my mother wanted some mansion in Kennebunk, and had married my father expecting HE would inert the farm, expected to be able to sell it to buy the Kennebunk mansion with, and was royally pissed when his mother died and left everything to me.

The FBI uncovered a LOT. But one thing that did not require the FBI to see, my father is missing parts of his ears, and parts of a lot of his fingers, and is covered with horrendous scars.

You see, I wasn’t the only one locked up in a wood shed room and being tortured with medieval devices.

My father was tortured worse than I was. A lot worse.

If you ever listen to a conversation with the Atwaters and the Saco Ward and Sandford Ward church friends, you’ll hear a lot of talk of “the shop” or “the barn” or “the freezer shed”. Pay careful attention to those. Those are ALL referencing the “room” thing that they kept my father locked in.

You’ve only to look at my father’s hands or ears to see how sadistic and deranged the Atwaters really are.

And then there is May 9, 2006. The day my father was put in a coma. You’ll want to talk to Old Orchard Beach police officer Jack Nickel. If you can find him. He was the responding officer that day, when own neighbor Morin called the police, because me and my 3 brothers made a mad dash break from the blue house at 144 Portland Ave and ran to hide in the lobster traps at 142. Morin is one of the few people who has ever seen Etiole, Etiole got the 4 of us out of that house and hid us behind the wall of thousands of lobster traps… and couldn't get back inside to get my father out, because the towering geyser of water had flooded the building and forced the doors closed against the water pressure.

Why? Someone had cut off the pressurized water main pipe from the road, and aimed it into the house.

If Etiole hadn’t gotten me and my 3 brothers out, all four of us would have died May 9, 2006.

And my father almost did die that day. He was in a coma for months.

May 9, 2006 was one of the biggest, deadliest attacks the Atwaters ever did.

Police officer Jack Nickel, got a wild confession out of an Atwater too, as she broke down crying, in front of police saying “I wanted to kill EelKat not Kenny! EelKat was the one supposed to die! Not Kenny! Not! Not Kenny! I wasn’t trying to kill Kenny!” she wailed as she ran down the road after the ambulance, as they rushed my, then dead, father to the hospital in a mad dash hope of reviving him. He was dead for 3 minutes and in a coma for months, and never recovered. To this day, he still requires constant medical care.

Police Officer Jack, went head on against the Atwaters after that, fueled by raging fury… until the assault rifle attack that filled my mother’s chicken house full of bullet holes. It was the last day anyone saw Jack. He was on call for the adult rifles as well. He confiscated them and arrested a bunch of the relatives, Atwaters and Blows alike… and then vanished the next morning.

Police officers have a bad habit of disappearing without a trace, from the Old Orchard Beach police department, and he was one of them.

None of the other officers would testify against the woman who had said “I wanted to kill EelKat not Kenny! EelKat was the one supposed to die! Not Kenny! Not! Not Kenny! I wasn’t trying to kill Kenny!” and because of Maine laws, she walked free. Because the police officer who was going to testify against her, vanished and to this day his family is still looking for him. But, this officer who disappeared, he’s the one who contacted the FBI, so the FBI had copies of his report saying what she said, even though the Old Orchard Beach Police Department can find no trace of the May 9, 2006 police report.

Did you know that in addition to my son’s murder, AND the multiple attacks on my farm, the FBI is also looking into the disappearances and or mysterious deaths of FOURTEEN Old Orchard Beach Police officers and TWO FBI Agents? All gone missing or killed between 2010 to 2021.

I told you, this case is a whole lot bigger than just me, there’s a LOT more going on, then just me, I’m just one very small part of a much bigger case.

The Atwaters, didn’t know my father was each week snaking me out of my cage to take me to the library, SPECIFICALLY so I could use the library computer to build this website to ask for help.

The Atwaters, didn’t know that in 2006, yes, that far back, my father, for Christmas, snuck me to the Maine Mall to work at Macy’s for a week.

2006 changed my father. A LOT. The Atwaters tried to kill me and almost killed him, and he wasn’t happy about that. Not one bit.

In 2006, my father, wouldn’t let Ben near me. No one expected that. And that changed Ben. A LOT.

Before 2006, Ben was a sex crazed manic, and from the time I was 8 years old, all I was was a sex toy to him.

Ben and my father had a really big fight. And it scared Ben shitless, so on December 6, 2006, Ben bought a Volvo. Yep. That’s how I got my car. It was a peace offering with my father.

You see, my father was infuriated that Ben, my mother, and the Atwaters had never let me learn to drive. And my father, now crippled from his coma, couldn't drive. Ben became my father’s driver after that, driving my Volvo, and still refusing to let me learn to drive.

By October 2010, my father had regained walking and driving, and HE was the one who snuck me out to get a GED. Then snuck me out, to get a driving permit.

And it became a HUGE battle between Ben and my father for the next 3 years over my going to college, a thing that Ben approved of, so long as he could go with me and stand outside the door over every class, but my father wanted no part of having an “EDF” (Educated Damn Fool) in his family. Etiole called Ben and my father both “loofs” - fool spelt backwards because he believed them to be backwards idiots.

My going to college was EXTREMELY controversial, and then Harvard stepped in and was ready to pay for a degree because, I’m really good at writing and broke some type of a world record for English test scores. Ben and my Father both flipped out. Southern Maine Community College was a 45 minute drive, but Harved? It’s just outside of Boston, 5 hours minimum with good traffic. My SMC professor booked a trip to Boston, gave us “Harvard hopefuls” a tour of a college, I’d never heard of before, but apparently most people would kill to get into.

Harvard was the problem. Ben tried to board the bus and the professors threatened to call the police if he didn’t eave me alone. When we got back many hours later, Den was still in the bus station.

Ben flipped out, my father flipped out… it was the end of the semester… and I WOULD have transferred to Harven next September, a few weeks later, had a backhoe not driven over my house a week following the trip to Boston.

The FBI says the paper trail leads to my father and my mother, and my uncles, all each doing various parts of the events and planning behind hiring the backhoe driver. Including my father went to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and just asked the clerk to put his name on the deed to my farm and they DID, no questions asked, no court, no contacting me to find out if I was aware of it, nothing.

My father then cut my land in 3 pieces, gave one piece to my mother and a second piece to his cousin Cooliard, who, near as we can tell, had no part in any of this and was just a pawn duped by the Atwaters same as the backhoe driver.

My father stole my land, cut it up, and gave pieces of it away, because he was mad that I had been offered a Harvard Literature Scholarship. And I did not know he did it until, I drive in my yard one day, and there’s a fucking log cabin going up in the middle of my driveway, what the fuck?

Infuriated I went to the town hall to asked exactly that: what the fuck? They quickly returned my name to the deed of the part still in my father's name, but both my mother and Cooliard REFUSED to return the stolen land they had received from my father.

But in the middle of that, there was aso this crazy ass crew of social workers yip yapping, calling me a feral child, and somehow Liv Coleman social services police officer from Biddeford police department got involved, I don’t know how or why to this day, but, SHE is the one who told the Atwaters I was in college and the whole kit kaboodle of the Atwater Clan, some two THOUSAND of them, mass showed up on my farm to go psycho meltdown! What the fuck!

NEVER FORGET! Why are women forbidden from the halls of learning? I can't comprehend the reasoning behind it.

They started showing up at the college, harassing my game group, harassing my study group, harassing my teachers, THREE professors QUIT their jobs citing they were fed up with being harassed by my Atwater relatives. The Atwaters were so INFURIATED to find out I was no longer locked up in that room thing, and I had been free from it for several years by this point, and they went nuts. They showed up at Macy’s and harassed the other workers and the customers.

They ganged up around classroom doors and would not let me enter college classes. Trying to attend SMCC my last semester there became a total nightmare, and I started missing classes, simply because I couldn’t get into the classroom, because they’d block the doors. Security would take them off campus and they’d be back a few hours later.

NEVER FORGET! I don't understand why they won't let us, as women, pursue education. It's baffling.

And then November 14, 2013 happened.

I wanted to go to school. And for THAT they murdered my baby!

NEVER FORGET! How can they justify taking my son's life as punishment for a woman seeking an education? It's beyond small-minded; it's heartless.

My child paid the ultimate price for my quest to read. Just because I'm a woman doesn't deny me the right to learn. You, who crippled me and murdered my baby, are wrong. His cries linger, stifled by those hiding in deception. The guilty dread truth. What sins do they hide by obstructing justice? This fight goes beyond education – it's for our very humanity. Join me, for my baby's death demands justice! NEVER FORGET!

People today wonder why the Atwaters are being so fine focused on by the FBI… if you were there during the Fall 2013 semester at SMCC you would understand. The Atwaters invaded the campus and were terrorizing everyone, students and teachers alike.

NEVER FORGET! Killing my son as a penalty for my education – it's a twisted logic that I can't fathom.

My baby's death should not have been the cost of my thirst for knowledge. Being a woman doesn't strip away my right to learn. You, who beat me and snatched my child, are wrong. His cries resonate, stifled by those cowering in deceit. Only the guilty fear the light of truth. What sins do they shroud by obstructing justice? This struggle surpasses education – it's for our fundamental right to be human. Stand with me, for my baby's death calls for justice! NEVER FORGET!

I told you before, I’ve not talked about a LOT of what happened, and a LOT MORE happened then you are aware.

A LOT of information the FBI wanted kept not public, so what little you know, what little I do talk about, it’s not even a tenth of the full details. It’s not even the tip of the iceberg.

I won't accept my baby's death as a consequence of my desire for education. Just because I'm a woman doesn't negate my right to learn. You, who beat me and took my child, are wrong. His cries linger, silenced by those skulking in lies. Only the guilty fear the piercing light of truth. What sins are they concealing by thwarting justice? This battle extends beyond education – it's for our essential humanity. Join me, for my baby's death demands justice! NEVER FORGET!

A LOT happened.

A LOT of people got hurt.

A LOT of people are dead.

I’m just focused on what happened to me.

NEVER FORGET! The price of learning math shouldn't be paid with the lives of our children. It's a tragedy wrapped in an unjust equation.

If you want to know what happened to the others, you need to go to them and ask them yourself.

I say the things that happened directly to me, and even then, I’ve not even told you a quarter of what happened to me.

I want my son’s killer found.

NEVER FORGET! Our children should not be sacrificed in the pursuit of knowledge, especially in something as fundamental as math.

Everything else going on, that’s not me. Don’t come to me with your questions about them. Go ask them, yourself. I don’t know what’s going on with 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

NEVER FORGET! This is unequivocally wrong, and deep down, they know it. The denial of education to women should never warrant the death of a child.

NEVER FORGET! My 8-month-old, innocent baby was fatally beaten for his mother's pursuit of education. Attacked by trespassers on college grounds, punishing females for their right to learn. NEVER FORGET the motives behind his murder! Stand firm for homes, freedom, and literacy, but, critically, for the acknowledgment of our basic humanity! My baby's death calls for an unwavering demand for justice.

NEVER FORGET!

It's wrong, plain and simple.

There's no justification for killing my son because I wanted an education.

NEVER FORGET!

Imagine if it were your son – would you stand idly by? No, you wouldn't! And deep down, you know it.

NEVER FORGET!

Don't pretend you'd stay silent if it was your son they murdered. You know you'd be fighting just like me.

NEVER FORGET!

I demand justice for my infant! His life was taken, and there must be consequences for this injustice.

NEVER FORGET!

My baby's life was stolen from him, and I won't rest until there's justice for this unspeakable crime.

My son was murdered, the killer has never been found... but what you might not be aware of, and what I will be focusing on in this series of blog posts, is the ten years of victim shaming, bullying, vandalism, death threats, and harassment my family has had to put up with DAILY from our neighbors, the people who live on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, High street, Biddeford, Maine, Main Street Biddeford, Maine, Cutts Street Biddeford, Maine, and the surrounding side streets.

July 10, 2023, the harassment escalated to the poisoning murder of my dog Mickey, and that was the last straw.

I'm breaking the silence.

I'm exposing the hate. 

I'm tired of the hate.

My son was murdered and our fiith shit head neighbours, people we used to trust, people we used to think were our friends,  the people who live on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, High street, Biddeford, Maine, Main Street Biddeford, Maine, Cutts Street Biddeford, Maine, and the surrounding side streets, thought my son being murdered was funny, was a thing to make jokes about, was a thing to make memes about, was a thing to paint ball my family members for, was a thing to take a sledge hammer to my car for, was a reason to smash my son's gravestone and dig up his grave, was a reason to drive a backhoe over our house, these so called good people the people who live on Portland Ave, old Orchard Beach, Maine, High street, Biddeford, Maine, Main Street Biddeford, Maine, Cutts Street Biddeford, Maine, and the surrounding side streets, have not only NOT helped find my son's killer, but they have done EVERYTHING in their power to hinder the police and FBI investigation, while slandering me and my family.

If you are not able to help. Fine. 

If you don't want to help. Again, fine. Don't.

It's one thing to do nothing, but it's another thing entirely, so spend days, weeks, months, years doing everything in your power to STOP a murder investigation.

You think you are funny leaving shitty comments on my FaceBook requests for witnesses to come forward? You are just making yourself look like a dick.

You think you are anonymous posting via throw-away accounts on Reddit? Anyone with Chrome can have the home address of ANY Reddit account in under 10 seconds, it's a feature Google pu in Chrome Browser's developer section. Go look. Try it for yourself. You are not being as secret about who you are, as you think.

You think putting on pink tutus and driving on tandem bikes and blocking off Portland Ave on September 12, 2015, while screaming "Iron Man Rocks! Pink is Gay! Kill the Gayz! Too Gay For The Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach" among other things is your "Christian right" as you put it, while waving rifles over your heads and shooting bullet holes in my mother's chicken coop... all because my motorhome is painted pink (that was what you told the judge in court - you said you thought I was gay because mega Barbie fan me who has pink EVERYTHING - also has a pink motorhome painted to look like Barbie's toy motorhome", but, me who you accused of being gay, am a LDS-Mormon, and I was 8 month pregnant when I was beaten with a golf club, crippled for the rest of my life, and my baby murdered, days before his Christmas 2013 due date. Tell me in what world does an 8 month pregnant female 5th generation LDS Mormon count as gay? The police certainly weren't laughing when they dragged you away.

I'm a woman.

I like pink.

A lot of women do.

I won a contest when I was 8 years old. At Zayre's store in Saco, where Shaw's is today. Pink & Pretty Barbie was the prize. A Barbie doll that wears a pink fur coat, covered in pink rhinestones, over a pink glitter disco dress, because it was 1970s/1980s Barbie. I was so happy to have a Barbie doll. My mother took the box and beat me in the face with it right there in the store in front of everyone. When we got home, she tore the head off the Barbie doll and set fire to it in our cast iron pot belly stove, them cut up all the pink clothes and burned them too. And swore after that, that when I grew up, if I couldn't have a Barbie, then I would BECOME a Barbie doll. And that's WHY I painted my car pink, my motorhome pink, all my clothes are pink, my website is pink, and I became the author of The Pink Necromancer series, about an Elf who likes looking like Barbie, and I CosPlay him at geek conventions. My bed is pink, my curtains are pink, my chairs are pink, my dishes are pink, EVERYTHING I OWN is pink. Because for about 2 minutes of my life, I had a Barbie doll, Pink&Pretty Barbie, and my mother set fire to it, because according to her, Barbie was an evil Satanic doll and I wasn't allowed to have it.

This doll (image off an expired eBay listing). I've searched for her for years, and sh runs for $500 to $2k IF she goes available at all. I still don't have her. I've never been able to find another one, cheap enough that I could afford her. THAT, is WHY everything I own is pink. And THAT is WHY my son was murdered, because apparently in 2013, some big name social justice warrior from Quebec, made an anti-gay YouTube video about hw NO ONE but m2f trans people wear pink, and and he came to Maine and was going college to college promoting trans-phobia, and THAT is why I was beaten up with a golf club while I was 8 months pregnant, because I was wearing THIS pink rhinestone dress when it happened:

I bought this dress off eBay in September 2013, because I did not have any maternity clothes and needed a caftan to hide my pregnant belly from The Atwaters. Xavier was my 8th pregnancy, and the first one to make it past 5 months. EVERY "miscarriage" ofthe7 dead babies before Xavier were from my uncles throwing me on the ground and jumping on my belly because as Bruce put it "watching baby guts squirt out of a pregnant woman is fun". I am 6 month pregnant with Xavier Octavian in this photo. I named every baby Xavier. It's my favorite name. I've had pet roosters, fish, and parrots named Xavier as well. I name everything Xavier. He was Xavier-Octavian, because it was my 8th pregnancy.

I bought this dress off eBay in September 2013, because I did not have any maternity clothes and needed a caftan to hide my pregnant belly from The Atwaters. Xavier was my 8th pregnancy, and the first one to make it past 5 months. EVERY "miscarriage" ofthe7 dead babies before Xavier were from my uncles throwing me on the ground and jumping on my belly because as Bruce put it "watching baby guts squirt out of a pregnant woman is fun". I am 6 month pregnant with Xavier Octavian in this photo. I named every baby Xavier. It's my favorite name. I've had pet roosters, fish, and parrots named Xavier as well. I name everything Xavier. He was Xavier-Octavian, because it was my 8th pregnancy.

His name is Jordan Bernt Peterson, I found out about him in The Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court Case, where the local transphobes who were falsely calling me gay and trans, cited that they used Jordan Bernt Peterson's guide to how to identify "hidden gays" as how they concluded I was a gay man pretending to be a woman!

Liking pink and wanting to dress like a Barbie doll does not make me gay and is not an excuse to beat me up with a golf club while I'm 8 months pregnant and murder my baby!

So, you are telling me, that because of some YouTuber who I never even heard of before, told you to go out and kill everyone who wears pink because ONLY trans gays wear pink, THAT is why my son is dead and I'm crippled for the rest of my life? Really? Because some YouTuber told you to do it? I don't know who that YouTuber is, but guess what, HE'S not the one in my yard chating "Too Gay For The Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach!". HE'S not the one at my college weilding a golf club and murdering baby's and crippling pregnant women! You can blame it on some YouTuber telling you to do it all you want, that doesn't change the fact that YOU did it NOT HIM!

What is wrong with you people?

I'm sick of it.

But the worst part of all of this, is that AFTER my son was murdered, practically the ENTIRE of ALL 12k residents of Old Orchard Beach, Maine and 27k residents of Biddeford, Maine rose up in some weird inexplicable hate feast of endless attacks offline and endless slander online, and I don't know why?

I was still in the hospital November 2013, when I started getting the first text messages asking me if I knew someone had hacked my KBoard's account and rewrote all my posts and articles into wild gibberish. A week later, I was still in the hospital when text messages started coming in saying the same thing was happening to my NaNoWriMo account, and then my Twitter account. 

That gay haters and trans phobes started showing up on both PortlandAve and High Street in 2015 , chanting "Kill or be killed! Remember Saco Shaw's transgender murder store! Kill the gays before they kill us all!"

April 10, 2015 happened, more members of my family were killed. May 15, 2015 Cleo's head was mailed to my motorhome door on Portland Ave. 

Throughout all of it both the police and FBI kept saying there was no evidence tat I was ever the intended target.  Depending on which attack was being investigated, the police and FBI both kept saying all evidence pointed to the ACTUAL intended target being either my mother or one of my Bruce daunter cousins. They kept saying there was no evidence I was the one who the attack was aimed at. They consistently said every time, that the attackers were ALWAYS people who were offline friends (drug gangs) of my uncle Bruce or online/FaceBook people my mother was fighting with. EVERY SINGLE TIME. 

My mother. And my uncle Bruce. The SAME two people who locked me in this thing from the time I was 8 years old until the time I escaped at age 31: 

I escaped this room thing when I was 31 years old and I enrolled in college, and they said I had to get a GED first, so I got a GED and then went back to the college. First I went to Jameson School to enroll, because it was the only school I knew. I had been there when I was 7. My mother took me out when I was 8.

I found my teach Miss Mullen, she was still there after 30 years, and she remembered me, told me the police had looked for me when I disappeared from her class, 27 years prior. She said I could not go back to her class because I was 31 and her class was for 8 year olds. She is the one who told me about colleges. I did not know about colleges before that day.

I escaped the Atwaters and I never looked back.

I had no contact with them.

I went to college, my first time going to school after being locked in a handmade prison for 27 years.

That's all I wanted: to go to school, but I was too old for school. Jameson School told me I had to go to college, even though I knew nothing about numbers and counting and could not pass Math tests to start college.

I just wanted to have an education like everyone else, and next thing I know I am being attacked with golf clubs by people I do not know, and they killed my baby and the woman who did it said her name was Claire and she really wanted me to know she was Claire like she expected me to know who she was, but I don't know anyone named Claire. How could I? I had been locked in that room thing for 27 years ever since I was 8 years old, and the college social workers were calling me a feral child because I knew nothing of anything, not even how to bather or brush my hair, that's why I had 48" long dreadlock, because my hair had never been brushed in 27 years, I did not even know what a brush was!

I know NO ONE! I don't even know any of my relatives other then Bruce, David, Dickie, and my aunt. They are the only Atwaters I know. I never even met the rest of them. I've never had a friend other then Ben and Etiole and they are both 40+ years older then me.

I had only been out of that room a few months at the time the golf club attack happened. I hadn't even learned how to talk yet! I was not in college long enough to start Math classes, so I still do not know Math.

Then later the FBI said they thing the golf clubwoman thought she was attacking my mother, because in 2013 my mother was bragging on FaceBook that she was going to college and was fighting with some woman named Claire on FaceBook.

The police think the Claire woman who killed my baby, thought she was attacking me mother and attacked me by mistake because she only knew my mother online and had never seen my mother before.

I've been bed ridden ever since. Still am. And now these weird Tod Murphey people keep showing up. Same thing as the Clair woman, yelling at me like they expect I know who they are, but, I've only had contact with Humans for fewer then 10 months of my entire life. That one year when I escaped from that room and went to college.

I know NO ONE AT ALL. NO ONE! Not ONE SINGLE PERSON!

I was locked in a cage for 27 years from the time I was 8 years old, and less then a year after I escaped I was beaten up with a golf club by some blond woman calling herself Claire, and have been bedridden ever since, and NO ONE has visited me since I became crippled, why would they? I don't know any one.

These Tod Murphey people are just as baffling as the Clair woman.

I don't know who this Claire woman is, I don't know who this Kendra woman is, I don't know who thhe Mark and Dan and Tod Morphey everyone keeps talking about are. I am so confussed by all of it, and now I'm finding out ALL of it, EVERYTHING is because my mother has been impersonating me for decades and THAT is why she locked me in that roomm!

So apparently there are a shit ton load of people in a rage, angry at my mother, but she used MY name when dealing with those people, so those people show up and attack me and my family, thinking they are attacking my mother, and these violent people think I know who they are and why they are upset, when I've no clue who they are or what they are upset about, and they are actually mad at my mother not me, but my mother's a fucking lunaic so, she's been running around pretending to be me and doing all kinds of fucking scam shit in my name!

Perhaps you have forgotten a vitally important thing: my father is a child raping pedophile, and that is why me and my mother are so close to being the same age. People often think me and my mother are twin sisters, and are always shocked to learn she's my mother. Do the math, she was not even a teenager yet when I was born. Me and my mother were CHILDREN TOGETHER - she was that young when I was born.

My mother looks just like me.

But unlike me: my mother is NOT blind. I was born legally blind. I have NEVER been able to see further then 8 inches.

Unlike me: my mother is NOT mute. I have been mute since I was 14 years old.

Unlike me: my mother does NOT walk with a cane. I have walked with a cane since I was FOUR years old, because I had toddler onset rheumatoid arthritis.

My mother, since early childhood, has pretended to be me. She lives a double life. She disassociates herself from herself, BECAUSE she survived child rare and gave birth to a baby when she was still a child.

I was 8 years old when she locked me in this "room" thing, and started pretending she was me.

I was 31 years old when I escaped that room.

I was 31 years old the first time anyone ever saw me.

And in the past decade since my son's murder, I've found out a LOT about my mother and the shit scams she's been pulling in my name.

You remember the cats? That was my MOTHER not me. My mother had 83 cats and she hid them in my motorhome during blizzard Juno, and I had no idea she did it.

Tod Murphy? That was MY MOTHER not me. I don't have a fucking clue who Tod Murphy even is.

The woman who runs up and down Portland Ave chanting obscenities about "Mark and Dan! Mark and Dan! Mark and Dan!" That is my mother, not me. I can not run. I can not scream. And I have no clue who Mark and Dan are.

My mother, is now on a massive social media champaign, right now in February 2024, trying to convince people that I am not blind, that I am not mute, and that I am not crippled.

Why?

Because if the people knew the truth, she couldn't pretend to be me anymore.

She's not blind, and if people found out I was born blind, she could no longer pretend to be me.

She's not mute, and if people found out I was mute, she could no longer pretend to be me.

She's not crippled, and if people found out I was born crippled and am now crippled worse from the November 14, 2013 attack that killed my son, she could no longer pretend to be me.

My mother is running around in a fucking panic, because I escaped that room she locked me in, that room she kept me in for 27 years, and the truth about her has come out, and she can no longer impersonate me now that people know the REAL me is blind, mute, and crippled, and has been for FIFTY FUCKING YEARS!

Then there are the crochette rumors running around Twitter and FaceBook.

Yes, crochet is another one.

That's an odd one.

My mother is running around in a panic trying to convince everyone I crochet, because SHE crochets, and she can no longer pretend to be me if people find out the truth.

I do not crochet.

I have never crocheted.

I do not know how to crochet.

I don't know the first thing about crochet.

I do loom weaving and embroidery. I make tapestries. Big ones. Big silk Persian runs to hand on walls. I'm a silk weaver and a silk embroider, of crazy quilts and wall hanging tapestries. That is WHY the main character of my novels is a silk weaver and silk embroiderer. Because silk weaving and silk embroidery is what I know how to do, so I know how to write a character who does it.

My mother crochets. Not me.

She is trying to convince you that I crochet, so that she can continue to pretend to be me.

My mother is not blind. That is why she is trying to convince you I am not blind.

My mother looks just like me.

But unlike me: my mother is NOT blind. I was born legally blind. I have NEVER been able to see further then 8 inches.

Unlike me: my mother is NOT mute. I have been mute since I was 14 years old.

Unlike me: my mother does NOT walk with a cane. I have walked with a cane since I was FOUR years old, because I had toddler onset rheumatoid arthritis.

You remember the cats? That was my MOTHER not me. My mother had 83 cats and she hid them in my motorhome during blizzard Juno, and I had no idea she did it.

Tod Murphy? That was MY MOTHER not me. I don't have a fucking clue who Tod Murphy even is.

The woman who runs up and down Portland Ave chanting obscenities about "Mark and Dan! Mark and Dan! Mark and Dan!" That is my mother, not me. I can not run. I can not scream. And I have no clue who Mark and Dan are.

My mother, is now on a massive social media champaign, right now in February 2024, trying to convince people that I am not blind, that I am not mute, and that I am not crippled.

Why?

Because if the people knew the truth, she couldn't pretend to be me anymore.

She's not blind, and if people found out I was born blind, she could no longer pretend to be me.

She's not mute, and if people found out I was mute, she could no longer pretend to be me.

She's not crippled, and if people found out I was born crippled and am now crippled worse from the November 14, 2013 attack that killed my son, she could no longer pretend to be me.

Because SHE crochets, she NEEDS you to believe I crochet.

And again, look at the cats.

How many cats do I have? One. I've only ever had ONE cat.

How many cats has my mother had? DOZENS at a time, never fewer than ten at once, as many as 83 at once. In 2015 her landlord Nick found out she was hoarding dozens of cats in his apartment building where pets were not allowed because he had allergies. She dumped off some of those cats in my motorhome, in the dead of winter, knowing that my motorhome was locked up for winter and I wouldn't check inside of it for another 6 months or more. She thought she had all winter to hide the cats in my motorhome. She did not think I would ever find out the cats were in there, especially not after Blizzard Jonu buried the motorhome under TWELVE FEET of snow, with her cats inside.

The Atwater house of cards is falling down fast around them. With me going outside now and people seeing that I am blind, mute, and crippled, AND with the cage the Atwaters kept me locked in for 27 years now on public display, the Atwaters are having a very difficult time impersonating me now. People can see the Atwaters for the scammers they really are now.

The relied heavily on my agoraphobia never being cured and me never setting foot outside, and people never learning that I was born blind, and people never learning that I was mute... the cats were their downfall... because the Atwaters never expected ME to show up in court... they had rerouted all the court papers to a POBox, but.... they neglected to consider that the Sherriff might deliver some in person, and I would find out that my mother was in a huge court battle with The Town of Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, only she did it in MY name, and the court wasn't as easily fooled at the town hall was. The Sheriff delivered the cat court papers to me, and all hell broke loose in court when I showed up and my mother had to explain to the judge, she was NOT me, after the court trail was half over, and she's spent hours saying she was me.

I have agoraphobia, so my mother thought she could use my name in court and no one would know the difference.

THAT is why and HOW my mother lost her cats and WHY there is a court order that she can never own cats again.

After the cat court case, she went to every animal shelter in the area, still pretending to be me... a thing I found out in 2021, when I adopted my dog Mickie, and a SWAT team surrounded the animal shelter. And police officer Will Watson had to be called in to ID me, and his reaction: "That's not her, that's not EelKat. This is EelKat." He held up a picture of my mother. "I don't know who this is" He said pointing to me. I told him the woman in the picture was my mother, and my mother is NOT EelKat. I'm also not EelKat. EelKat is a fiction black bobcat from Planet Ptarmagin, who travels the galaxy in a space ship hunting giant space Eels. EelKat is a character from a children's Middle Grade Sci-Fi chapter book. EelKat is not real. Will Watson' response: "Oh. You're the showed up at court all those years ago, ain't'cha?" Yep.

My mother NEEDS you to think I have lots of cats, so that she who hoards lots of cats can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to think I can crochet, so that she who crochets can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to think I am NOT blind, so that she who she who can see can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to think I am NOT mute, so that she who she who can speak can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to think I am NOT crippled, so that she who she who can walk, run, jump, and play can pretend to be me.

My mother NEEDS you to believe she owns 146 Portland Ave, so that she can continue to get away with harassing people and getting off scot free because they retaliate at me and not HER.

My son is DEAD because of my mother and her impersonation games.

My son was murdered by people my mother harassed, people who thought my mother was me, because my mother used MY NAME when she harassed those people.

I was born blind, and my mother does not want you to know that, because if you knew that, well, she has DECADES of explaining to do, explaining who was it that is NOT BLIND that they been dealing with all these years, WHO is the NOT BLIND woman who pretends to be me?

I was used a cane since I was FOUR years old. And a wheelchair and or walker since 2013. I've had hip dysplasia since I was a toddler. I have had rheumatoid arthritis since I was a toddler. I have NEVER been able to run, not once in my entire life. And I've NEVER walked on my own, unaided, without a cane. I am MORE CRIPPLED now since November 14, 2013, but I was ALREADY wearing leg braces and using a can at the time the Claire woman attacked with the gold club.

Yes, that DOES mean the Claire woman attacked a BLIND, CRIPPLED, 8 months pregnant invalid. The Claire woman was so busy bragging that her name was Claire that she never once stopped to pay attention that I was BLIND, wearing LEG BRACES, on a CANE, AND was 8 months PREGNANT... all things, my mother was not.

It blatantly obvious that whoever Claire is, my mother was her target, not me. But this Claire woman attacked me insead of my mother, because my mother was using my name when she was harassing this Claire woman.

My mother has HUGE history of two things:

My mother is a notorious gossip, and my mother fights with everyone. My mother is not happy if she is not fighting. She's a mega instigator who gets fights started between everyone she encounters..

And that is where you see the BIGGEST difference between the two of us.

I fight with no one. It's rather difficult to argue when you are MUTE and CAN NOT SPEAK, wouldn't you say?

Also, being blind, II can't see if there is someone there for me to argue with them or not.

Other differences:

My mother if hugely religious/anti-religious depending on who she is talking to. I don't give a shit one way or the other about religion.

My mother is mega into politics. I don't even know who the American president is.

My mother knows the names and ages of every singe one of over 2k Atwaters. She has met all of them. Visits all of them. Hangs out with all of them.

I have NEVER met the Atwaters. I know only Bruce, Dickie, and one aunt, whom I meet decades ago. I do not know the names of ANY of my cousins other then Mike whom, I've not seen since I was 8. I have 400 and something cousins last I knew, and 800 and something 2nd cousins and 600 and something 3rd cousins. But I have never met anyone of them, no online or offline. I do not know the names of any of them.

The ONLY time I EVER hear about ANY of the Atwaters is when the police and or FBI show up, asking if I know some person, whom they always claim to be cousins of mine, and is a fugitive. There are 14 cousins the FBI is actively looking for, for building bombs, and 23 cousins the FBI is actively looking for for threats they made to some woman named Poleski or something. According to the FBI, they went to her office at the White House bak in 2021 and attacked her in person.

My mother runs around flapping gossip about the Atwaters, and then the Atwaters show up in my yard to vandalize everything because, they, The Atwaters, claim that I am the one gossiping about them. Which is very confusing to me, because the Atwaters are total strangers to me, I don't even know their names, so it's not even possible for me to gossip about them. And when I ask what are they even talking about, they always say: "Your mother said you said..."

Ah.

My mother.

My mother whom, I've not had contact with is OVER TWENTY YEARS.

My mother whom I BLOCKED FROM ALL SOCIAL MEDIA IN 2008.

My mother whom I've no way to get in touch with because, she's moved dozens of times since she lived with Wayne in 2005, so I don't even know where she lives.

You might want to do your research a little better before you beat up me and my family on some shit my mother said.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I don't even know my moher.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I am BLIND, and a sighted person would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I am MUTE, and a speaking person would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I am CRIPPLED and CAN NOT WALK, and an able person who can walk and run would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I am a loom weaver and embroiderer, and a crochetting person would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW me, you would KNOW I HAD ZERO CATS, and a cat hoarding person would not be able to so easily impersonate me.

You know maybe the answer is getting off your ablest ass and GETTING TO KNOW ME, before you run around making an idiot of yourself over some bitch impersonating me.

You know - if you fucking locals were not so stuck up and bigoted, you would not have NEGLECTED TO GET TO KNOW YOUR BLIND, MUTE, CRIPPLED NEIGHBOUR, and it WOULD NOT BE SO EASY FOR SCAMMERS WHO IMPERSONATE ME TO SCAM YOU.

Did you ever think of that?

The ONLY reason YOU people are getting scammed by my mother, is because YOU were too bigoted to get to know me in the first place.

If you ACTUALLY KNEW ME, NO ONE would be able to SCAM YOU by impersonating me. You'd be able to see through their scam, because YOU WOULD KNOW THEY WERE NOT ME IF YOU KNEW ME.

Whose fault is THAT?

That's your own damned fault.

But my son is dead now because of it.

My son is dead because you locals ATTACKED ME, because you were made at some bitch who WAS NOT ME and HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME, but she used my name, and you were all too damned bigoted to do open your eyes and see that the bind pregnant woman you were attacking was NOT the woman you was mad at.

You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Take your heads out of your asses for once.

You could see me and my mother are two different people and you can see the scam my mother is pulling on all of you, if you'd just step back and take a look at the whole picture.

Here's a way you can test my mother: Ask he my son's name, birth date, and how he died. See what she tells you.

She tells people I have no children.

Why?

Now here's something to think long and hard about:

ONLY THREE PEOPLE knew where I was going to be on November 14, 2013. All 3 were told within 15 minutes of my leaving. It was not a pre-planned trip. A half hour before I left, I didn't know I was leaving.. My father, my mother, and Ben. No one else knew.

That means it was my father, my mother, or Ben who TOLD the Claire woman where I was.

My mother is the one working mega over time trying to convince EVERYONE that I have no son, that I am not blind, that I am not crippled... why?

Is my mother REALLY so desperate for you to believe I have no children, that she would HIRE someone to murder my baby?

The FBI thinks the answer is yes. That's why there is an FBI surveillance set up at my mother's house since January 2021. 

My mother is the FBI's primary suspect.

The FBI believes my mother pulled the 2015 cats in the motorhome stunt to draw police away from my son's murder investigation.

The FBI believes my mother instigated the Claire woman into attacking me in 2013.

The FBI believes my mother was behind the backhoe that drove over my house a few weeks before my son was murdered.

The FBI believes my mother is completely insane, and has pretended to be me so long now, that, my mother now wants me dead, so that she can impersonate me with out me getting in the way. The FBI believes that is why my mother is working so hard on trying to convince people I'm not blind, not mute, not crippled, because in order for my mother to fully take over my identity, she needs to convince you SHE is me.

And she did this scam impersonating me crap, since 1983 when she locked me in that fucking room, and I did not find out about it until I went to college in 2013, and a college student asked me about the "real EelKat" Squidoo paccount, and pointed out that I did not look like the cowboy hat wearing, blue jean wearing, woman without glasses, who clearly was not blind and not crippled like I was so who is she and why was she saying she was me.

And I went and looked at "The REAL EelKat" Squidoo account and that was a picture of my mother.

I can see 8 inches, so put a picture close enough to my nose and I can see it.

What the fuck? Why was my mother online claiming to be me?

I don't wear pants. I never have. I wear a hyajib. I don't wear cowboy hats. I wear big black glasses. I walk with a cane. I wear kimono.

THIS IS ME:

You've seen me so many times. Did you really never notice the blind glasses or the blind cane or the fact that I do not make eye contact or look at a camera, because, you know, I'm blind so I can not see where you or the camera even are?

Here's a thought: I' identify as OtherKin, specifically ElfKin and so I dress like an Elf 24/7. That alone should REALLY tip you off that my mother is not me. My mother with her blue jeans and cowboy hats.

I CosPlay Quaraun 24/7/365 remember? It was the reason I designed him to be 5'6" and walk with a cane, so that I COULD CosPlay him.

Quaraun the crippled Elf who walks with a cane

Quaraun the crippled Elf who walks with a cane

And I designed BoomFuzzy to be blind because most of the series I write is about him, and I have trouble writing sighted characters because I do not know what it is like to not be blind.

BoomFuzzy the blind Unicorn

BoomFuzzy the blind Unicorn

And I designed SunTa to be mute because I am mute and I struggled with writing characters who could speak because I did not know what it was like to be able to speak.

SunTa the mute Elf

SunTa the mute Elf

There's also the fact that my mother thinks things like Fantasy novels are all works of Satan and anyone who reads or writes Fantasy novels is going to go to Hell, according to her... and yet here I am, I've published 138 Dark Fantasy novels!

You fucking idiots who are mixing me up with my mother, are kind of fucking brain dead to mix the two of us up considering how incredibly different we are!

The police that BOTH my mother AND her brother Bruce had put my address down as their address on various account, and the FBI thinks THIS is why the attacks happen at my address, because there is zero other connection between me and ANY of the attackers, whereas my mother and/or Bruce had a connection to EVERY attacker of EVERY attack where the attackers were identified.

It's not even physically possible for me to know who Claire or Tod Murphey are, do these people not realize that?

I am so confused. I do not understand who these people are or who they think I am.

For ten years, I've ignored them in silence focusing only on finding my son's killer... but now it's been ten years, my son's killer walks free, and that murderer walks free largely BECAUSE of the shit show mega insane harassment and police investigation hinderance these hoodlum people who live on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, High street, Biddeford, Maine, Main Street Biddeford, Maine, Cutts Street Biddeford, Maine, and the surrounding side streets have dedicated the last ten years of doing.

And now I'm going to dedicate the NEXT ten years, exposing the people who live on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, High street, Biddeford, Maine, Main Street Biddeford, Maine, Cutts Street Biddeford, Maine, and the surrounding side streets for the vile hate mongers they are.

I want to find my son's killer and these people will not stop getting in the way, so I need to deal with them, so I can go back to looking for my son's killer.

NEVER FORGET! These people had no right to snuff out my baby's life! It's an unforgivable act of cruelty.

NEVER FORGET! The audacity of these people to murder my innocent child – it's a crime that should never go unpunished.

NEVER FORGET! Wanting a college degree is not a crime, but killing my son as punishment is. Your moral compass is dangerously skewed.

NEVER FORGET! Seeking education is not a crime. Murdering my son in response is the real crime here, and their moral compass is broken.

NEVER FORGET! My child's life should not have been the sacrifice for my pursuit of knowledge. I, a woman, dared to dream of literacy, of education. But you, blinded by prejudice, responded with violence. We women are not subordinates; we are equals. Denying us education is denying humanity its full potential. The shackles on our minds must be shattered, for we deserve to learn, to grow, and to contribute.

NEVER FORGET! My baby's innocence was stolen by your intolerance. I, a mere woman, dared to challenge the chains of ignorance you bind us with. We are not vessels of servitude; we are architects of change. The blood spilled is not just mine or my child's; it's the stain of your injustice. Education is our birthright, and we shall not be silent in its pursuit.

NEVER FORGET! The life of my child was a sacrifice to your archaic beliefs. I, a woman, sought knowledge, sought to read and write. But your response was brutality. We, the silenced, rise against the storm of your prejudice. Our minds are not yours to imprison. The future belongs to those who learn, and we women demand our place in it.

NEVER FORGET! In the pursuit of my education, I lost my child to the hands of intolerance. I am a woman, but that does not diminish my right to knowledge. Your violence is a desperate attempt to silence the echoes of change. We women are not just vessels of life; we are architects of progress. Denying us education denies the world its brightest future.

NEVER FORGET! My child's innocent cries were silenced by your fear of a woman's mind. I dared to defy your norms, to seek the light of knowledge. But you, blinded by prejudice, extinguished that light with violence. We women are not bound by your limitations. We are the carriers of wisdom, the bearers of progress. Deny us education, and you deny the world its greatest potential.

NEVER FORGET! The cost of my education was the life of my child, a sacrifice to your backward beliefs. I am a woman, yes, but that does not make me inferior. Your fists and your hatred cannot quell the fire of change burning within us. We, the women, demand our place in the realm of ideas. Our minds will not be shackled any longer.

NEVER FORGET! In the pursuit of my right to learn, I paid the ultimate price – the life of my child. I am a woman, but that does not render me incapable of intellect. Your violence is a desperate attempt to suppress the rising tide of equality. We women are not asking for permission; we are demanding our rightful place in the halls of education and progress.

NEVER FORGET! My child's blood stains the pages of my ambition. I, a woman, dared to dream beyond the confines you set. The violence you wield against us is a testament to your fear of change. We women are not asking for charity; we are claiming our birthright to knowledge. Deny us no longer, for the echoes of our voices will resonate through the ages.

NEVER FORGET! The life I bore was sacrificed on the altar of your prejudice. I, a woman, sought the power of knowledge, and in response, you wielded power through brutality. Our fight is not just for ourselves but for the generations yet unborn. We women are not just nurturers; we are the architects of a future you are trying to suppress.

NEVER FORGET! In the pursuit of education, you took the life of my child. I, a woman, stand before you not as a victim but as a warrior against the injustice you perpetrate. We women are not asking for permission to learn; we are demanding our rightful place in the classrooms of progress. The cost has been high, but our resolve is unbreakable. The time for change is now.

Never let fade the memory of the heartbreak they brought upon my family with the murder of my son! Never forget the motives behind his tragic end! Education for us females comes at a profound cost. Rise with me, for we fight not just for homes, freedom, and literacy but for the recognition of our intrinsic humanity! Let my baby's death kindle a fervent call for justice.

My REAL and ACTUAL account squidoo.com/eelkat contained nothing related to UFOs, alien abductions, witchcraft, haunted cars, or Etiole as a real person.

My mother and her two brothers, used squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat to scam a lot of people, and also to dox me. They put my home address on that account and sent an invitation to MUFON and also Stephen King fans inviting them to my yard. And because of this, for decades I've had to deal with endless UFO nutjobs and psycho deranged stephen King fans trespassing in my yard and harassing me and my homeless friend, whose name I've never put online.

And when the UFO crackpots showed up, they hunted down my homeless friend, harassed him, beat him up, cut him trying to get skin grafts and blood samples, because they were convinced he was an alien, a cryptid, or a demon depending on which of the slanderous defamation articles they had read on squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat

The truth of the matter left the alien hunters even more disappointed, when they met Etoile and he was nothing more then a common ordinary man. A French-Jewish World War Two pilot, badly disfigured from surviving a Nazi concentration camp, who came to Maine in 1953 and was unable to live in society. Suffering from severe post traumatic stress disorder, Etiole retreated to the swamps of The Ross Forest and became a hermit and took to living in holes he dug in the same, dens, like a wild animal. These dens can be found throughout Old Orchard Beach, Ocean Park, Saco, Scarborough, Pine Point, and Biddeford, Maine. And people did find them and created rumors about Cryptids and aliens and bigfoots and Loveland Frog.

I am tired of Etiole being harassed!

The insistence that Etiole is an alien and/or demon causes me to question their sanity, because as you know, I do not believe in either demons or aliens and I question the mental stability of any one who does believe in aliens and/or demons, and I especially question the sanity of anyone who claims homeless men are demons or cars can be demon possessed. We long ago debunked the haunted car rumors around my Dodge, and now people are starting up new haunted car rumors about my Volvo. I'm so sick of these brain dead retards making up slanderous rumors about me, my cars, my family, and my friends.

Etiole, the name you people call him, is not his real name, I've never released his real name, as I never talked about him online. YOU PEOPLE slandering me and him online, is where the name Etiole comes from and I use it online in response to your slander.

And because you people won't stop calling him an alien, demon, cryptid, ghost etc, here... video footage:

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTdXEUDcR/

Three of Etiole's dens. 

He has thousands of these all over Maine, a dozen or more in almost every town. 

A WW2 veteran now in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953. 

He has several of these built on my farm, where I've let him live since 1978.

You people harassing him ought to all be ashamed of yourselves.

He owns nothing.

He has nothing.

The car you jackasses cut in half, was the only place he had to get out of the rain and snow.

Go watch those videos. LOOK at how he lives!

You fucking, fucktards! What the hell is wrong with you.

Abusing an elderly, crippled veteran. You're all disgusting.

People like you are what is wrong with the fucking Human race!

He has severe post traumatic stress disorder, his entire body is covered with mutilating disfiguring scars and acid burns that's why his skin is so white - he's actually a black man, did you know that? His skin is grey-snow white from acid burning him during World War 2, that's also why he has no hair, and why he is near mute and can't speak properly.

Etiole is severely disable, horrifically handicapped, both physically and mentally. He's been through enough shit in his life, he doesn't need fuckwads like you bothering him.

LEAVE HIM ALONE!

LEAVE ME ALONE!

LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE!

LEAVE MY CARS ALONE!

LEAVE MY PROPERTY ALONE!

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!

One of Etiole's dens. He has thousands of these all over Maine, a dozen or more in almost every town. A disabled and badly disfigured WW2 veteran now in his 90s, he's lived in these dens since 1953, and is Maine's most famous hermit. As they don't last long, he builds new ones every year. Because of harassment by locals who believe him a cryptid, demon, or alien, he is rarely able to stay in any location long. His wife and children were killed in a France concentration camp in the 1940s.

Etiole is a former WW2 pilot and a Captain in the French Air Force. He spent several years imprisoned in Nazi concentration camp, before coming to Old Orchard Beach, Maine as a Jewish refugee in 1953. Before the war he had been a Kalabalist and occult practitioner of Enochian Angel Magic. He had a wife and son who were killed during the war. His body is covered with scars from having been tortured during the war. He has rows of tattooed numbers on his arms from his time in prison. He has no surviving family and suffers from severe PTSD. 

He has massive phobias of people, making it very difficult for anyone to get close to him. He lives in dens that he digs in the sand and covers with branches. 

His mind is still stuck in the war and he is digging fox holes to hide from bomber planes. We've never been able to convince him the war ended 70 years ago. And the locals who harass him have made it VERY difficult to convince him that they are not enemy soldiers attacking him. WW2 has not yet ended in his mind and that's why he lives like he does. He's terrified out of his mind and completely unable to function in any level of normal society. 

My farm is in the swamps on the edge of the Scarbughouh Marsh, and September 23, 1978, I found him unconscious, sick, naked, and dying of starvation, in a swamp behind my house. Me and my cousins Mike and `Timmy nursed him back to health and he fled back into the swamps, but we started leaving food and clothes and bedding for him and he kept coming back to takes these things. In 1987 the transmission of my car died and the car was parked in my rose garden at the edge of the swamp and used as a garden stature. A hurricane hit that same week, and flooded the Scarborough Marsh to dangerous levels, and Etiole had to flee the swamp for higher ground. He fled to my car. After that he took to sleeping in my car at night, some he did every night from 1987 to 2010 when vandals chopped up the car, claiming they had to kill the car to kill the demon living in the car. 

It is now 2023, and Etiole is in his 90s now. Still homeless, still too scared of people to leaves the swamps. Still not an alien.

Mike moved away and Timmy died a few years ago. So I'm the last one taking care of Etiole now.

The article, is still here, now password protected, and those with the password still have access to it. But, the original goal was to debunk the alien rumors, to debunk the haunted car rumors, to ask MUFON people to leave us alone, and to make public my uncle's Pine Land Center Mental Health Records to prove that he was insane and there were no aliens other then the ones that existed in his schizophrenic hallucinations.

MUFON has FINALLY, after many decades removed their articles from publication, taken down their websites about me and Etiole, after many decades of slandering me, my friend, my car, and my family, MUFON has finally stopped their endless onslaught of defamation of me. 

And since this page only existed to debunk the slander and defamation being spread by MUFON, this page no longer has a purpose, and there is no need for it to stay live anymore.

I'm not taking it down, because I do not trust my uncles, and there may come a time when we need this article, and my uncles medical record documents, again.  

Here are the fictional characters that people keep using their names for me, my car, and me friend: (these are figurines that have been made of the characters from my books)

Etiole Swanzen aka Captain GoldenEagle aka The Silver Salamander:

This is the silver skinned merman character, named Etiole Swanzen aka Captain Goldeneagle aka The Silver Salamander, who was the main character of most of my books from 1978 until his last appearance in a published work in 1996, where his character died by committing suicide in the novel: Love-Lust-Madness. His death by suicide in the final novel to feature him, seems to be what triggered the "suicide demon" rumors around my car, which curiously did not happen until after the 1996 novel Love-Lust-Madness was published.

Etiole Swanzen aka Captain GoldenEagle aka The Silver Salamander:

Miss Citten The Eel~Kat aka Empress EelKat Queen of the Ptarmaginn Kats (the black bobcat), with her cousin Princess Lynnxiana )the grey lynx) and her communications officer Spriggan (the white cat with purple bat wings).

Miss Citten The Eel~Kat aka Empress EelKat Queen of the Ptarmaginn Kats Ptarmagin Kats are very large, twice the size of real world bobcats, bigger then a Cocker Spaniel dog.

Art I drew in 1987 of Miss Citten The Eel~Kat... this was also my avatar image for MySpace from 2005 onward and on Squidoo from 2007 to 2013

Cover art of one of my published books which this character appears in and is on the cover of

Miss Citten the EelKat was the narrator of the Twighlight Manor books, thus why her name was put at the author name in big letters and then "as told to Wendy C. Allen" in smaller letters underneath. It was the first book to have the author name "EelKat" on the cover. Other covers of this time period (late 1990s) said "EelKat & Wendy C. Allen" on the cover, listing as 2 separate authors. These books were written in the form of episal-letters, from a talking cat, stuck on Planet Earth and writing letters back to her home planet Ptarmagin, thus why the character's name appeared on my of the covers as the author, alongside my name. After the 2016 "Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach" court case, I removed the "as told to" and just left the author name as "EelKat wendy C. Allen" instead.

The Atwaters, in using their scam account squidoo.com/TheREALEelKat to impersonate me ad circle jerk me real and actual account squidoo.com/eelkat did a lot of damage, including vandals drove a backhoe over my house, murdered me son, and left me crippled for the rest of my life.

There is a woman who is a stranger to me, showing up in my driveway for 3 years now, and no one in my family knows who she is. She has vandalised the building, the cars, and June 2023, she killed my dog - vet said he was poisoned and gave us all the toxicology reports, we had an autopsy done - this woman poisoned my dog and we can prove it, and we are trying to find out who she is, so we can take her to court for killing my dog. 

 I AM LEGALLY BLIND. Also MUTE. Can not talk. So, yeah, I can also guarantee you never HEARD me say a single word. Do consider that I have been legally blind since birth and mute since I was 14 due to being beaten in the face with a brick that broke my jaw and it healed in place, so I could not open my mouth to speak. Vocalizations were jumbled garbles, because I could not move me jaw to form words.

On top of that, I was born with non-verbal Autism, and selective mutism.

To date I can speak only to Ben and Etiole and Paul clearly, and to my 3 brothers and father with some slurring, to my mother with heavy slurring, and I've not been able to form words with anyone else.

I TYPE to communicate, I have MY ENTIRE LIFE - it is WHY I have a touch typing speed of 175 words per minute.

If you are talking with me face to face, I have to TYPE or WRITE my response, something I have done for almost FIFTY years now... and anyone who ACTUALLY knows me, KNOWS this.

And, if you are talking to someone who can see and can speak and who is claiming to be me - you really NEED to call the police, because whoever you're talking to, it's NOT me and you need to report them for impersonating me... which does seem to be an issue, considering SO MANY Atwaters claim to know me, even though I've NEVER met ANY of them. Likewise many Atwaters claim to have talked to me, but, I AM MUTE, so who the fuck is talking to them and claiming they are me?

Mute people can not talk. Blind people can not see. Do you REALLY not know what legally blind means? I was 42 when i had the jaw surgery that allowed me to talk again after decades of being mute, a surgery Ben paid for June 2016, my voice is a whisper because of 31 years of not using my vocal chords. I have been blind and mute my whole life, a thing I can prove with medical records, and the fact that the Atwaters seem to be unaware of that is rather concerning, because it indicates someone has been impersonating me since CHILDHOOD.

And I will repeat again: I have NEVER MET THE ATWATERS. I DO NOT KNOW the Atwaters. Any Atwater claiming to know me, is either lying to you, or is being scammed by someone lying to them by pretending to be me. KEEP IN MIND, these are the SAME Atwaters who claim to be unaware my son was murdered and also claim to be unaware I was crippled and bedridden for 10 years. Take a good long LOOK at the Atwater lies about me. They tell you i can walk? Since when? They tell you i can see? Since when? They tell you i can talk? Since when? Fucking Atwaters are scam artists scamming you. Those same Atwaters who tell you the homeless WW2 veteran man who lives in my car is an alien, the same Atwaters who tell you i believe in aliens when i think people who believe in aliens are nutjobs. The same Atwaters who say i am a witch who casts curses when i am a Mormon and don't know the first thing about curses.

I don't know the Atwaters.

And The Atwaters sure as hell don't know me.

So whoever is telling you I know the Atwaters or the Atwaters know me is lying to you.

You need to go back to that person and ask them why they are lying to you about me.

I repeat: these are the SAME Atwater's who call my homeless WW2 veteran friend and alien. He's an old man who severe mental disorders from surviving a horrific war, and I do not appreciate the Atwaters bullying him and spreading stupid alien rumors and lies about him.

These are the same Atwaters who call my car haunted. My car is not haunted, and I do not appreciate the Atwaters spreading their ridiculous evil spirit and demon lies about me, my family, my friends, and my car.

These same Atwaters, are the ones who call me a witch and claim I cast curses, even though they know full well I am not a witch and do not know anything about curses.

These are the same Atwater's who are bending over backwards to do everything in their power to erase the existence of my son Xavier-Octavian, and his murder. No one who is without guilt has any reason to bury evidence of a child's murder.

After the November 14, 2013 atack that crippled me and murdered my son, I was paralyzed for 5 months, in a wheelchair after that, spent 18 months relearning to walk, got a job at WalMart in 2015, and less then a year later the Claire and Kendra duo attacked again, this time with a shopping cart, this time broke my spine - and I had to relearn to walk yet again, and I'm not yet able to walk unaided. And the Atwaters, who know about it - SEVEN of them were at the hospital and ARE fully aware of how badly I was injured - are the SAME Atwaters who are right now, PRETENDING they do not know about it - why? They are lying to you. I don't know why, but they are.

But the Atwaters who are lying to you about my health, they are the same ones who are lying about my son's murder too, and are the same ones who lie about the homeless veteran (they one they call Etiole and claim is a cryptid alien), and they are the same ones lying about my car, claiming it is haunted when it is not. They are doing a LOT of lying, and I don't know why, but I don't like it.

What are they so desperately trying to hide?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I am not legally blind?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I was not mute from the age of 14 to 42?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I am a witch?

Why are they so desperate to pretend my friend is an alien?

Why are they so desperate to pretend my car is haunted?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I have not been crippled and bedridden from a broken spine these past ten years?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I left the Mormon church?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I am anti-Mormon?

Why are they so desperate to pretend I cast curses?

Why are they so desperate to pretend my son was not murdered?

Why are they so desperately trying to convince everyone they meet these slanderous things they pretend about me?

I do not understand why they do these things.

November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 Here's a fun activity - raise your hand if you know of a single person related to me who has EVER EVEN ONCE acknowledged my son's murder. My mother? My father? My brothers? My aunts? My uncles? My cousins? The baby's father? Any of them? Yeah. Not one. Why? You see I was supposed to die to. But I lived.

And I spent 10 years relearning to walk. And I'm back, and they can't stand it. But the question is: WHY? That's the part I do not understand. Why? Why did they want me dead? Why are they in unison going mega overboard in the gaslighting champaign to make everyone forget my son was murdered?

Why are they so incredibly upset now, to see me almost walking again?

What are they trying to hide? I trusted these people, and I can't anymore, because, well: look at what they are doing, look at the extreme measures they are taking to erase all memory of my murdered infant. Why did they go so extreme in lying to my church about me, telling my church I had left it and become anti-Mormon, never once telling my church the truth: that I was crippled and dying and bedridden from horrific injuries? It's one thing to tell my church nothing, but they built up a huge web of lies to hide from my church the fact that I was injured and my baby murdered. Why did they do that? I don't understand their current behavior. Why are they so desperate to hide my son's existence, to hide his murder, to hide my injuries? What don't they want me to find out?

And I'm tired of your questions. I find answering them to be a waste of my time. Please leave me alone.

I'm grieving the loss of my son, who was a victim of murder, and my priority is identifying and apprehending the killer. Reach out to me solely if you have information that can contribute to the arrest of the individual responsible for my son's killing. I appreciate your understanding in allowing me the privacy I seek; please refrain from contacting me. Bringing the person who ended my son's life to justice is a vital task. I don't value your trivial gossip, and I don't want to be bothered with it anymore. Your actions of bullying and harassing my family during our mourning period are not wanted; please grant us the space we need.

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

The woman who killed my dog July 10, 2023, and has been harassing my family since November 2021, vandalizing our house, screaming from the porch, vandalizing my car, looks like this, she's maybe 30 to 35 years old and has strawberry blond Shirley Temple style sausage curls swept on to pof her head, she often wears a WalMart employee vest over her clothes, she usually is wearing a hoody over pajamas, and often is wearing no shoes just socks.:

The Claire and Kendra who crippled me and murdered my son look like this:

That the Atwaters are lying about me, my health, my son, my car, my friends, just makes them look VERY GUILTY of being involved in my son's murder. WHO other then someone involved has a motivation to hide the truth?

Ask yourself THIS:

Why did YOU come to The Amphibious Aliens page?

You came here looking for aliens.

Why?

WHO sent you here?

Was it an Atwater?

Think about that.

Think long and hard about that.

You came here looking for aliens, because an Atwater told you, I was an alien abductee. They lied to you. I don't even believe in aliens. I think people who believe in alien abductions are crazy. And yet, here YOU are, reading this page, because someone told you I was an alien abductee. They lied to you about me. Now ask yourself WHY did they lie to you? What was their motive? What was they trying to hide? What TRUTH are they trying to bury, by filling your mind with lies about aliens?

You went after my friend, an elderly homeless veteran. Because someone told you he was an alien. Why? What kind of an evil person, is so cruel that they harass a homeless man in this manner? What kind of sick, vile person spreads rumors and lies like this about a homeless man who lives under tree bark leantoos?

You came here looking for haunted cars and Stephen King, and those are not here either.

Evil people do evil things.

My son was murdered by evil people.

And now additional evil people are trying to cover up his murder, by spreading malicious rumors and lies about me, my family, my friends, my car.

You ask yourself WHO sent you here, and then you go tell FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 who that person was.

The rumors about my car are fabricated, inaccurate and irresponsibly distorts the reality of what actually happened to my family.

Look at the dates of when these videos, articles, slander, defamation, and rumors started circulating. My 8 month old infant son was murdered November 14, 2013, a few weeks after a backhoe drove over our house.

The rumors about Stephen King, me, my car, my MOTHER'S cats (those cats in the rumors were not mine), and my homeless veteran friend, all started up in November 2013 WHILE I was in the hospital.

The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son, is the one creating and circulating these rumors in an attempt to make me look “crazy” so that no one will believe the incidents of my son's murder or the backhoe driving over my house.

The FBI believes my son was murdered by a woman connected to the backhoe, and that she murdered my son, specifically to intimate me into removing this photo off Facebook.

The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son, is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house.

The FBI believes this woman to be a land developer, whose initial goal was to drive me off my land, and thought that by having a backhoe drive over my house, I would sell my land.

THAT is the reality behind your hocus pocus mumbo jumbo Stephen King, haunted car, evil spirit, witches, witchcraft, transgender, too gay, slander, rumors, videos, and articles that you encountered and sent you here.

The REALITY is that THIS WOMAN MURDERED MY SON and is using deep fake ai generated articles and videos to try to cover up what she did:

If you know who this woman, my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

If you know who this woman, my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

If you know who this woman, who assisted my my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 She would be around 70 to 75 years old today in 2024 - this image is what she looked like and was wearing on November 14, 2013.

I know no one named Claire.

I know no one named Kendra.

And yet both women went out of their way to say their names, as though they thought their names meant something to me.

According to the FBI, the agent said my mother fights online with someone named Kendra, and that in the late 1960s/early 1970s BEFORE I WAS BORN, my mother had huge fights with some woman named Claire whom my father was having an affair with.

The FBI thinks that these 2 women thought they were attacking my mother, and somehow got me and my mother mixed up. Which makes since seeing how both these women are my mother's age, and nothing close to my age.

Fact remains, it does not matter WHO their intended target was or if attacking me was a mistake, they MUDERED MY SON, and SEVERED MY SPINE leaving me CRIPPLED FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.

And now this 3rd woman has shown up whom neighbors are calling "porch bitch" because she goes house to house screaming from their front porches at cars going by, yelling "Have you heard about EelKat! She's crazy, crazy, crazy! Believes in aliens, has a pet demon, and is a witch who puts curses on people!" (A direct quote from the video footage of her doing it). She poisoned my dog Mickie, killed him July 10, 2023.

If you know who this woman, who from 2021 to 2024 runs porch to porch in Biddeford, spreading the haunted car, demon, cat, etc slander door to door, rumors started by my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 She is around 30 to 35 years old.

And one of the worst parts, is the police and FBI also believe that ALL THREE of these women are the ones behind the mega shit ton load of scams that are flooding the internet the past few years in my name.

Over on Reddit I've found over FIFTY Reddit accounts claiming to be me (EelKat) since 2021. I've found 27 FaceBook accounts claiming to be me. Almost a dozen YouTube accounts claiming to be me. Over THIRTY Twitch accounts claiming to be me. There are at least 7 KBoards accounts claiming to be me when I don't even have a KBoards account at all. And others in other places, including I've found people publishing books on Amazon claiming to be me - full on copying covers off my books.

In total, since 2021, I have found well over TWO HUNDRED social media accounts across a wide range of social networks, pretending to be me.

And a lot of them are asking for money. I found out about them, when a local reader, say me at WalMart and came over all worried and asked if I received the TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS that her church group had raised and sent to a FaceBook profile claiming to be me. I told her I had no clue what she was even talking about because I have never asked for money, I don't do that. She said it was a medical fundraiser for spine surgery. Well, yeah, I DID break my spine, EVERYONE knows that, I'm crippled for the rest of my life I can't walk because of it. It's also an inoperable surgery. Also, I don't need help paying my medical bills and I'd certainly never go begging to my readers for money! But some scammer took advantage of my being crippled to scam my readers out of ten thousand dollars.

That was how I found out about the fake "EelKat" accounts that are mass flooding every social network out there.

The worst ones are the deep fake YouTube videos about my car, claiming it's haunted. I've got fucking ghost hunters showing up in my yard because of it! They are outright doxing me and putting my home address in the videos, and because it's deep fake videos, people think it's actually me inviting people to my yard!

It got so bad that I had to set up a "J-SON-LD Schema Same As" meta data for my website, so that Google search engine knows which accounts are my real accounts and which ones are fakes, so that Google doesn't send my readers to fake accounts.

Total fucking nightmare. Police have gotten involved and have been sending out orders to shut them down as they find them. They are trying to locate what happened to the $10k that church group gave to one of the scammers, but I don't know if those people will ever get their money back or not.

Scammers are horrible people.

But so too are murderers.

And if the police are correct, part of WHY these women crippled me and murdered my son, was so that they could set up HUNDREDS of fundraisers in my name, to profit off my being crippled, and profit off my son's murder.

What kind of sick ass fucking pieces of shit are these three bitches, anyways? Who does something like this?

No. I've said it before and I'll say it again: The ONLY thing I care about is finding the blond Claire bitch who murdered my son.

And if you do anything to hinder my tracking down the bitch who beat my 8 month old son's head in with a golf club, then I count you are not someone worthy for me to care about. You either help me find that piece of shit who killed my son, or you get the fuck out of my way and don't try to stop me from finding her. There's NO 3rd option.

And if you want to run around denying my son's existence, will fuck you damned to hell, may you burn in hell with the peace of filth who murdered my son. If you are someone who in any way shape or form hinders my finding that murderous bitch, then I'm going to count you as knowing who she is and protecting her, and that makes you the enemy.

I don't want to hear about the Atwaters and I especially don't want to be contacted by the Atwaters. Not after the shit they've pulled.

There is not one single Atwater who has ever done a damned thing to help find my son's killer, and all evidence points to SEVERAL Atwaters being involved in sending the bitch who killed my son to the college that day.

If you don't care to find these 3 women, then I don't give a fucking shit about you.

If you know who this woman, my son's murderer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

My son was murdered and I am crippled for the rest of my life by these women, and my only goal in life is to find them.

So if you are NOT contacting me with information that leads to identifying them, don't contact me at all, because I don't have time for your petty squabbling and gossip and your idiot political rantings - I'm to busy doing something that is actually important: finding my son murderer.

Update: February 7, 2024

If you are an FBI agent or a police officer or a reporter looking for password/login  access to the 10,000+ daily blog posts, photos, and video footage that detail all information about my son's murder and the harassment of my family: contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer for the original documents, files, and evidence, he will let you know what you can and can not have access to.

Once a signed and notarized letter handwritten by FBI Agent Andy Drewer has been given to you, and he has confirmed he gave it to you to give to me, and after which you give me said letter, I will give you the passwords to the pages, photos, and videos he says you are allowed to access.

Note that there are over TEN THOUSAND password protected blog posts, and over FIFTEEN THOUSAND password protected video files, and they EACH have a different password, so you will have to get a list of WHICH SPECIFIC pages and video footages the FBI has said you are allowed to have access to. I can not give you one, one-size-fits-all password.

And yes, you will have to do all of this face to face in person, as I do not have either a phone or email and there is no way for you to contact me other then directly offline.

Yes, I have a FB and Twitter. No, I do not answer DMs from those, and all messages sent that way are auto forwarded to FBI agent Andy Drewer UNREAD BY ME.

Yes, he monitors my FaceBook and Twitter, yes, if you have done ANYTHING with/to/at my FaceBook or Twitter since 2016, yes, the FBI DOES have copies of ALL you did - yes, even those reporting attacks October 2023 to December 2023 - YES, that DOES mean I know EXACTLY who did it. 

YES, this website, my Reddit account, and ALL my social medias are on what conspiracy theorists call "an FBI watchlist" and YES, if you have interacted with ANY of them, you are far, far, arfromy sourdered and the FBI is ACTIVELY tracking EVERYTHING and EVERYONE who has contact with me in ANY MANNER, to trace any and all leads back to my son's murderer. No, VPNs do not hide you or your location, YES, I HAVE tracking cookies on this site that the FBI accesses,

YES, it HAS been noticed that whenever there is unusual visitor activity on my website, it is always the same zip code: 04064-1520 and it's often attempted to be hidden behind VPNs.

The FBI believes THAT PERSON to be either the murderer or a relative of the murderer, so DO pay close attention to anyone at that location, which is: Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine the addresses from 120 to 160.

Someone at zip-code 04064-1520 is daily, trying VERY DESPERATELY to access the password protected pages, videos, and images. The things I can see them doing via the tracking cookies, makes it appear that they are in some sort of hyper panic over it.

You know, when my site was hacked in November 2013 and September 2015 - both times while I was in the hospital having surgery, that's the same zip code that did the hacking. Whoever it is who lives at 04064-1520, they really, really, REALLY have some sort of vendetta on my website, one that has lasted for over a decade now.

This current, daily hyper panic attempts of the 04064-1520 zip code to access the password protected pages started on December 23, 2023 (same day this image went up on FaceBook)

...and is still going on daily now on February 7, 2024

Add on top of trying to access the password protected pages about my son's murder, they are also trying to access this image to remove it's file from my site:

Apparently, this picture of the Claire woman who murdered my son and crippled me on November 14, 2013, has really struck a nerve big time with someone living at zip code 04064-1520.

Public access information about my son's murder can be found here.

If you HAVE information important to the investigation of my son's murder or any of the harassment, vandalism, and hate crimes done to my family since 1997, give that information to FBI Agent Andy Drewer.

You can call him at:

FBI Agent

Andy Drewer at

207-774-9322

Or you get go into his office and talk to him in person at 1 Middle Street Portland, 4thh floor (its the big building right behind the Portland Police parking garage, just past the Federal Court House. Yes, The Federal Building. Obviously.

Also: just so you know: You can go to prison for trying to develop land with over 500 Native American graves on it, you know that, right?

The land at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine has Native American graves, some dating all the way back to the 1500s on it.

And they are all my relatives. And one of them is my son who was murdered November 14, 2013. Don't think I won't think twice about taking you down if you dare touch any of those graves.

Remember too: I own that land, and you have no right, nor permission to set foot on it. I don't care WHO told you you could. They do not own 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

I do.

146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine is owned by me, Wendy Christine Allen and anyone who says otherwise is lying to you and trying to scam you.

Stay the fuck away from my son's grave.

I hate trespassers.

Stay the fuck off my land.

You have no right to be anywhere near my land.

And if anyone named Jeannie or Ken or Atwater, tells you you can go near my land, call the fucking police, because they are scam artists who run a real estate flipping scam. They sell land they DO NOT OWN to developers. They've been doing it for decades. The police and FBI know about it and are looking for them.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322, same FBI agent who is heading my son's murder investigation, call him, if one of these bastards tells you, you can go on my land, because they have no right to tell you that.

I am Wendy Christine Allen and I own 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. I have owned it since 1983. It has been in my family since 1533. It's my family's cemetery. And it is not for sale.

They keep pretending to own my land and trying to sell it to developers. They try to pull this scam every year. They show up almost every spring. They have been doing it since the 1930s. Five generations of scammers are involved in this very large group, of around 400 "Atwaters".

They are suspected of being involved in my son's murder, as the FBI believes my son was murdered as an attempt to intimidate me into selling my land. They tried to illegally sell 146 Portland Ave several times throughout the 1940s to 1970s while my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen owned it. They call themselves "The Royal Highland Atwater Clan of Scotland" but are from Nova Scotia, and they arrive here in Old Orchard Beach, Maine every summer. Each year they ILLEGALLY sell DOZENS of properties in Old Orchard Beach, that THEY DO NOT OWN.

They primarily target places owned by residents of Quebec, Massachusetts, and Florida, but they also target properties like my own, which "appear" to be empty. My land looks "empty" because it' a cemetery with very few markers, so they assume they can swoop in and sell it to a developer, and every year construction crews show up, start digging, and run out terrified after they get a few dozer scopes full of HUMAN BONES. Then they boo-hoo that they were giving demolition permits signed by various names, none of them actual owners.

In 2013, a few weeks before my son was murdered, they hired a backhoe to drive over my house.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach Maine. July 4, 2013 vs August 8, 2013.

These scam artists are a major problem here in Old Orchard Beach, Maine. And ooh look, its February 14, 2024 and they showed up in my yard this morning.

146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine is also one of the ILLEGAL filming locations of Stephen King's The Thinner movie, and there is also evidence that my son's murder, and these scammers targeting my land, may have been involved in the SCAM that lead Stephen King to ILLEGALLY film Thinner on my land.

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.

And I'm tired of your questions. I find answering them to be a waste of my time. Please leave me alone.

I'm grappling with the devastating loss of my son, a victim of homicide, and my main concern is identifying those responsible. If you are unable to offer information valuable to the arrest of my son's murderer, please refrain from contacting me. Please be considerate of my need for privacy and desist from any further attempts to contact me. Unmasking the perpetrator behind my son's death is a critical objective. I don't consider your small talk important, and I'd rather not hear it any longer. Your bullying and harassment during our mourning period are not appreciated; we kindly request that you refrain from such actions.

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

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.

My son lost his life to murder, and my focus is on ensuring justice prevails. I would appreciate it if you could abstain from contacting me unless you hold information crucial to the arrest of my son's killer. I request that you honor my privacy and discontinue any efforts to engage with me. It is of great importance to determine who is accountable for my son's murder. Your inconsequential gossip is of little importance, and I'd appreciate if you stopped sharing it. We do not welcome your bullying and harassment during our time of mourning; we seek solace and request your absence.

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

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the backhoe driving over my house, you shall lose your house.

A criminal act took my son's life, and I am actively pursuing leads to bring the perpetrator to justice. Contact me only if you can provide pertinent information that would assist in the arrest of my son's murderer. I kindly ask for your understanding in giving me the privacy I require and refraining from contact. Identifying the culprit in my son's death is a matter of paramount importance. I find your trivial conversations unimportant, and I prefer not to hear them anymore. Your bullying and harassment during our mourning period are not appreciated; we kindly request that you refrain from such actions.

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

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my car being cut in half, you shall lose your car.

I'm mourning the murder of my son and actively seeking information that will lead to the apprehension of the killer. I prefer not to be contacted unless you have information that could help in the arrest of the person responsible for my son's death. Please understand my need for personal space and avoid any further intrusion into my privacy. The crucial task at hand is to find out who is responsible for my son's demise. Your insignificant rumors carry no weight with me, and I'd rather not hear them again. We find your actions of bullying and harassing my family during this time of mourning to be unwelcome; kindly leave us be.

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

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my becoming crippled, you shall lose your health.

My son was taken from me through an act of murder, and my efforts are directed toward finding and arresting the perpetrator. Please avoid reaching out to me unless you possess information that could aid in the apprehension of my son's killer. I would appreciate it if you could respect my privacy and refrain from reaching out. It holds immense importance to uncover the person behind my son's murder. Your minor gossip doesn't matter to me, and I don't want to hear it any longer. The bullying and harassment directed at my family during our time of mourning are not desired; we ask for respect and distance.

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

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.

The loss of my son to murder is a painful reality, and my primary goal is to find those responsible for this tragedy. If you lack valuable information leading to the arrest of my son's murderer, I kindly request that you do not contact me. Kindly grant me the privacy I seek by refraining from any further attempts at contact. Discovering the identity of my son's killer is a task of great significance. I don't place value on your trivial gossip, and I don't want to be bothered with it anymore. Your bullying and harassment during our time of mourning are not appreciated; we ask for peace and solitude.

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

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

I am bereaved by the murder of my son and am determined to bring the perpetrator to justice. Only contact me if you possess information that is helpful in leading to the arrest of my son's killer. I ask for your consideration in respecting my need for privacy and leaving me alone. It is vital to establish who is responsible for the death of my son. Your petty chatter is of no consequence, and I would appreciate not hearing it again. Your actions of bullying and harassing my family during this time of mourning are not valued; please withdraw.

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