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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
My Son Was Murdered, The Killer Walks Free, Your Child Could Be Next!
FAQ: What are the most visited pages on this website and how many visits do they get?
Several years ago, I wrote an article on how to write different types of magic uses, or rather how I personally write various types of magic users within the context of my Quaraun books. Today that page is one of my top ten most visited articles. It gets 50 to 500 views/reads/hits/visits per day depending on the time of the years and has had over 200k visits total since it was published.
Amphibious Aliens: Debunking The Atwater Family's Alien Abduction Hoax with more then 30MILLION reads since 2007 and The GoldenEagle: Debunking Stephen King's World's Most Haunted Car Hoax with over tenMILLION reads since 2007 still rank as the two most visited articles on my website, but, neither of those are writing related.
Writing Medieval Servants is my most visited writing related article with over 7MILLION reads.
The most requested, but apparently not so easy to find writing article is EelKat's Park Bench Method To Writing (you have to scroll half way down the page to find it. It's after the list of writing prompts). The name of the page is NOT "EelKat's Park Bench Method of Writing" which is why you guys have so much trouble finding it, LOL!)
This website was started in 1996 and has 1 to 3 new articles (all written by me, I am the only writer on this site) published almost daily. In 2017 we crossed ten thousand articles published. As of 2023, EACH article gets MINIMUM 10 to 70 reads PER DAY, with the high traffic articles getting 500+ reads per day.
And since December 2019, my website now gets three hundred thousand to 7 million reads per month - well over ONE HUNDRED MILLION PAGE READS PER YEAR, making it not only the single most trafficked site in the State of Maine, but also one of the most visited websites in ALL OF NEW ENGLAND!
{{{HUGS}}} Thank you to all my readers for making this possible!
Summoner of Darkness:
A Tavern Scene -
Quaraun, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, Chastity Cages, and Whores
Summoner of Darkness:
A Tavern Scene -
Quaraun, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, Chastity Cages, and Whores
Author, Artist, Art Car Designer, Voodoo Priestess, and Hoodoo Rootworker
Author of Cozy & Gothic Fantasy, Sweet/Fluffy M/M Furry Romance, Cosmic Horror, Space Opera, & Literary SoL genres. I write Elves, Fae, Unicorns, & Demons.
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Summoner of Darkness:
A Tavern Scene -
Quaraun, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, Chastity Cages, and Whores
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If you ever made fun of or had any part in the destruction of my farm, and the illegal selling of half of my land to Colliard, you shall lose your land.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in my being homeless since 2006 - YES, I AM still homeless in 2023, you shall become homeless.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in the backhoe driving over my house, you shall lose your house.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in my car being cut in half, you shall lose your car.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in my becoming crippled, you shall lose your health.
If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death. If you haven't got a child to lose, it will be a brother or sister or parents or spouse or whomever you love the most, and that you should know it was this curse which you brought upon yourself that killed them, they will die on exactly the 7 year anniversary of the very first time, you mocked the death of my child.Evil men go out of their way to try to drive a person to suicide.
Are you an evil man?
Are you sure you're not?
How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?
Next time you go to do a mean thing to a fellow human, stop and really think about the consequences of your actions.
Did you ever notice how every one has a story to tell about me, yet not one of them ever speaks the truth?
What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?
Did you know...
October 16, 2006, bomb blew up my house because of YOUR lies.
August 8, 2013, the house which replaced the one the bomb blew up, was driven over by a backhoe.
November 14, 2013, my 8 month old infant son was murdered because of your lies.
November 14, 2013, I was beaten up, paralized for 5 months, spent 18 weeks relearning to walk, I'm now crippled for the rest of my life, because of YOUR lies.
Are you proud of what you have done?
Enjoy your eternity in Hell. You earned it. You've certainly worked hard for it.
~EelKat
If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
Update: November 12, 2023
Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them. https://www.eelkat.com/Never-Forget.html
UPDATE to add answer to question:
No. I am legally blind. I have been since I was 4 years old. I can not see what she looks like. I go by sound of voice and body smell to identify people. For what someone looks like I have to go by what others tell me. Like I said, I've never seen the woman who attacks, as she clearly knows I am legally blind and stays over 4 feet away from me.
A person has to be closer than four feet from me in order for me to even make out the blur outline of their body shape/height/weight. But in order for ne to see their face they must have their face closer the EIGHT INCHES.
It's why I CAN identify the Claire woman and the Kendra woman who murdered my son, if anyone ever finds them and gets them in a line-up, I would be able to pick them out, but why I can not identify this weird crazy woman who shows up at the Biddeford apartment and stand yelling on the front porch and killed my dog Mickey in June 2023, and tried to kill me by poisoning my pizza at Round 1, while running around the restaurant screaming the same way she does here.
I can identify her voice and her laugh and her smell, its a very "Minnie Mouse type" high pitch shrieking with a megaphone style booming cackle laugh. And she smells really strong of alcohol drinks but I don't know what type as I am a Mormon and I don't know them. She also has a weird "rotting cat pee mixed with burned cotton candy smell" to her, which I am told by police, sounds like I am trying to describe a mix of "crack and weed" which the police said is some type of drug, but again, I'm a Mormon so I do not know those things. According to witnesses she is very fat, According to both my mother and my father she is well over 300lbs. Around twenty different people said she has "Shirley Temple Sausage curls" hair, while nearly a dozen other people said she has red curly hair, and several more people described her with straight purple hair, while some described her as wearing a "pulp fiction uma thurman wig".
In total well over a hundred people have come forward citing that she shows up on their porch and starts yell at them, and always starts out with some kind of "I got to warn you about EelKat and her demons" rant. They always describe her as "fat", "morbidly obeses", some say "200lbs" others say "300lbs". Some say she is in her 30s others say she is in her 40s. None of them know who she is, they all say she is a total stranger to them and they also all say, they had no idea who I was either.
They come to my apartment, they said, to tell me what she is doing, each of them saying they found out where I was because she told them my address, and they came over to tell me that she was doxxing my family. These people are always citing that they live in the Cutt St/Main street/May St/South St area, all of them saying they live within 3 or 4 blocks of me and that she walks to their buildings, they never see a car. My Biddeford apartment is 409 Main Street and she has shown up here daily from November 21, 2021 (the same day Etiole was shot; he says by her) until May 17, 2022. After May 2022, she showed up every holiday and every weekend, but no longer every day.
Today is the 12th of November 2023 and she has already been here 4 times this month. At the same time, people around the Portland Ave and Cascade area of Old Orchard, are also arriving saying the same things, but about a man. They cite a white haired man, very skinny, rather short, around 5'6", around 70, is going driveway to driveway, parking a big Power Wagon sized Dodge Ram pickup truck across their driveway, then getting out, waving a rifle over his head, and yell up at their house ALSO saying he is there to "warn you about EelKat and her aliens".
The two are believed to be grandfather/granddaughter, and FBI suspects they are the husband and granddaughter of the mystery "Claire" woman who murdered my son. They believe, that the homeless man who was murdered November 19, 2021, DID in fact know who the "Claire" woman who murdered my son was, and they believe this white haired man and woman who screams from porches are the ones who killed the homeless man, seeing how, he showed up on the 7 year anniversary of my son's murder, asking for the FBI phone number, claiming he knew who the woman who murdered my son was, but 5 days later he was murdered before he got a chance to talk to the FBI (the federal building in Portland was closed for the holiday week and the homeless man died before they reopened).
These 2, the white haired man and younger woman both showed up November 21, 2021, 2 days after the November 19, 2021 murder of the homeless man, who was murdered in the backyard of my Biddeford apartment, by the way, that week our building was yellow taped and crawling with police, that's why they were picking up the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of chopped up pieces of the homeless man, which took them 3 days to find all of him. The FBI believes the homeless man was killed by someone who did not want him to identify my son's murderer... this homeless man's death is WHY my son's cold case, was reopened and the FBI once again here asking all the neighbors for leads.
The FBI believes that the reason these two are hyper going from house to house all around me (I have 2 addresses: 409 Main Street Biddeford and 146 Portland Ave, Old Orcharch; and they are going up and down both streets and all side streets off of both streets), trying to spread slanderous rumors about me, most of the rumors involving some gibberish about demons, aliens, haunted cats, kidnapped cats, schizophrenia, and tons of other similar outright gibbering insanity.
The FBI believes they are spreading their wild gibbering slander in a weird attempt to get witness to NOT come forward with information about my son's murder. This in turn has led the FBI to believe that SOMEONE NEAR BY IS a witness to my son's murder and is scared of these two people. It is believed that this weird smear slander campaign these two are doing, is a direct fear tactic aimed at terrorizing someone they know to be a witness.
These two are bullying and harassing my family on extreme and outlandish levels. The whole thing is very bizarre, and if this woman had NOT started running her gossiping, busy body, slandering mout h off on every front porch in the area, my son's murder investigation would NOT have been reopened.
The thing is, for 7 years, from 2013 to 2021, there were ZERO leads.
The mystery homeless man who showed up on the 7 year anniversary, was the first time anyone came forward claiming to know who the murderer was, but he was murdered 5 days later, and 2 days after that these 2 showed up with their wild tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, etc.
Interestingly, at the same time, YouTube got flooded with HUNDREDS of deep fake "Golden Eagle Haunted Car" AI generated videos, alongside TENS OF THOUSANDS of weird "anti-EelKat" Reddit posts spread across well over a hundred Reddit accounts. Which in turn caused my website to have a MEGA massive increase in traffic - with now over a million users per month, searching Google for the term "EelKat golden Eagle Ghost Car Wendy Allen Demon Car" (the keyword that Google Analytics says has sent the most traffic to my website since November 2021). In their weird slander attempt, and in making all these weird deep fake videos, and in posting all those weird Reddit posts, they have had an unexpected side effect of RAISING AWARENESS to my son's murder, by sending millions of people to my website.
I don't do any marketing or promoting of my website, there is the URL painted on my car and the link from my FaceBook profile, together those each around two thousand people.
This weird smear campaign these 2 have done since November 2021, has had a HUGE impact on traffic to my website. HUGE. With my site going from 10k average monthly visitors to over SEVEN MILLION average monthly visitors.
This woman and the white haired man, in their mega hyper attempts to slander men, inadvertently caused people to start direct typing the word "EelKat" into Google search engine, which of course cause Google to give them eelkat.com as a search result. In their attempt to BURY all thoughts of my son's murder, by trying to spread crazy rumors about me, they instead caused the page about my son's murder to receive an average of over ONE MILLION NEW USERS visiting it, EACH MONTH since they stated yelling from porches around Biddeford in November 2021.
Which in turn has also lead to more than one thousand people calling the police and FBI giving tips about my son's murder.
So, in their attempt to make me look crazy, all they did was make themselves look very, very, VERY guilty, while spreading awareness about my son's murder to people who, before these two arrived on porched in Biddeford and Old Orchard, were unaware of my son's murder.
But no, back to your question, I've never seen either of these two. I'm blind, remember? Blind since I was 4 years old. Blind from being beaten in the face with a limb from a pine tree. I have been blind for five decades.
And no, I've never spoken with either of them. I'm mute, remember? My jaw was fused shut, from the bone growing back wrong, after being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, when I was 14 years old. I have been mute for four decades. I was 42 years old when doctors discovered I was not born mute, but was forcable made mute by "medical augmentation" aka torture. In June 2016, I had surgery to allow me to open my jaw properly for the first time in 40 years, but four decades mute, meant my vocal cords never grew properly, never received conditioning, and now today, I still can not speak properly, my voice is barely a whisper, IF I can even form vocalizations at all, which usually I can not. Because of this I have no physical ability to raise my voice at all, I can not scream or yell at all, I am physically, medically incapable of getting my voice to be anything other then a whisper, and even that causes searing pain, resulting in I don't bother trying to speak.
And no, I've not had contact with anyone. From 1983 until 2006 I was locked in a rusted racoon trap cage in a wood shed "room", and there were only 7 people who ever checked in on me that entire time, and they only did that once a week. Needless to say I never went to school. I had a typewriter, and my grandmother brought paper each week. I became very good at typing, because for 27 years, I had nothing else to do.
October 2006 a bomb blew up that house. I almost died. Someone put the bomb in that "room" while I was asleep. From 2006 to 2015, I lived under a 8x9 tarp at the back of that wood shed.
Out of the entire of my more then five decades of life, I have only had contact with Humans for three years. From October 2010 to November 2013.
In October 2010 I went to the Old Orchard Beach High School and got my GED after 3 weeks of night classes. I got a ride to the DMV and got my driver's permit. Then I enrolled in two colleges York County Community College and Southern Maine Community College, taking five classes per semester. I could not enroll as a degree student because I do not know how to count or tell time or read clocks or calendars or do maths.
At SMCC, three professors (Andrew Parker, Robert Vettes, and Chris M) attempted to teach me how to speak. The SMCC student counselor brought in social workers and a state psychologist who diagnosed me as "a feral child" and stated I had no social skills on any level whatsoever due to what they termed "the most horrific case of child abuse and neglect ever seen in Maine history". They found my not knowing about things like eating utensils, bathing, or communicating verbally to be the worst case of "feral childism" in modern history.
A team of psychiatrists were brought to the college, over a dozen of the world's top child behavior specialists from countries all over the world: to do a study on the "training of a feral child" and to make "attempts to intergrade a feral child into modern American society". They called me an anomaly and a "once in a hundred years chance of a lifetime study subject".
Four of them predicted I would: never drive a car, never learn to talk, never make a single friend, never learn to interact with Humans, never learn to eat with a fork, and never learn math.
I became the "test subject" of more then a dozen "feral child studied" which lasted my entire time at college, and ended abruptly November 14, 2013, when a mystery woman who identified herself as "Claire" attacked with a golf club, murdering my baby and leaving me with a broken spine and paralyzed legs.
Even before I became bedridden in 2013, I could not walk unaided. My hip was stabbed with a foundation rod, that was driven through my right hip and out my left thigh. My Uncle Bruce did that when I was 4 years old. I've struggled to even stand, let alone walk, since I was FOUR years old. So being crippled, unable to walk, was not new. But my whole life, it was my hips, and now it is my spine, and a severed nerve bundle in my spinal column.
Since November 2013 I have been bedridden, and the ONLY way you can talk to me or see me is to visit me, visit my bed.
I can not see.
I can not talk.
I can not walk.
Since 2013 I am out of bed fewer then 2 hours a day.
And NO ONE... not ONE SINGLE PERSON, ever visited me since 2013, or before.
The ONLY people who arrive are the ones who stand in the driveway and on the porch and yell obscenities and hate slurs from the street... and they are too far away for me to see them, and they are too far away for them to hear my whisper if I tried to talk, which I don't. Plus, I can not sit up, it takes well over an hour for me to sit up in my bed, so by the time I am sitting up, they are gone.
So, anyone telling you I have seen them, spoken with them, yelled at them, interacted with them, at ANY point prior to 1983... when I was locked in that cage ... is lying to you. Because since 1983, NO ONE but my husband Benjamin Kitchle Wildes, my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater, and my uncles Bruce, Dickie, & David, and my aunt Barbara has EVER underreacted with me at all. And the only interactions from Brice, David, Dickie, and Barbara was to electrocute me for the fun of watching me pass out, stabbing me with broken glass again for th e fun of it, and beating me with cinder block bricks because breaking the bones of children is funny according to them.
From October 2010 to November 2013, ar the ONLY three years of my life where I ever went outside and had interaction with Humans, and I was seen as so UN-human that 90% of my Human interactions was with psychiatrists who were giddy piss pants excited to have "a real live feral child oh boy!" to study.
So ANYONE telling you they have ever had ANY form of interactions with me EVER in my ENTIRE LIFE, if lying to you, because those interactions I just listed are the ONLY ones that have EVER happened. PERIOD.
You ask how I can remember everything everyone has ever done and said? Easy? Because so FEW people have ever done or said ANYTHING AT ALL, that it makes it each to remember EVERY ONE of them, for the very simple fact that there is literally not one other thing in my life to remember.
More then 99% of the hours of my life have been spent ALONE, in total darkness, in a cage, or alone, bed ridden in a bed, with no one saying ANYTHING to me, no one EVER interacting with me at all... and with fewer then two hundred total interactions with a Human in my ENTIRE LIFE, I am easily able to remember every single one of them.
Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them. https://www.eelkat.com/Never-Forget.html
If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death. If you haven't got a child to lose, it will be a brother or sister or parents or spouse or whomever you love the most, and that you should know it was this curse which you brought upon yourself that killed them, they will die on exactly the 7 year anniversary of the very first time, you mocked the death of my child.Where wee you on your 10th birthday?
I was here:
I was looked in this "room" in Old Orchard Beach, Maine for 27 years. From the time I was 8 years old, until I was 31... I escaped in 2010. That's why in 2013 these same people murdered my 8 month old son and crippled me, and drove a backhoe over my house. To punish me for escaping this room.Where wee you on your 20th birthday?
I was here:
Where wee you on your 30th birthday?
I was here:
I was looked in this "room" in Old Orchard Beach, Maine for 27 years. From the time I was 8 years old, until I was 31... I escaped in 2010. That's why in 2013 these same people murdered my 8 month old son and crippled me, and drove a backhoe over my house. To punish me for escaping this room.You never saw the room Ben and my mother kept me locked in for 27 years from the time I was 8 years old, the one Etiole used to break me out of? Well here you go, photos of it from the 2007 FBI and police reports, THIS is the "room", my mother designed it, my father built it, Bruce hired the priests of the Cape Elizabeth, Saco, and Sanford ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to rape me in it... from the time i was 8 until 12, when Ben aka the High Priest came along and declared I was his and from the time i was 12 until 31 Ben kept me in this room only allowing me out on Sundays to attend church. still wonder why I hate the Atwaters? When I was 37 years old the FBI showed up and started the investigation into the trafficking ring the Atwaters ran out of 37 Smithwheel Road and 144 Portland Ave, Maine, this room was a pivotal piece of evidence that was roped off and no one allowed in it because of the FBI investigation... that's why the backhoe that ran over this room August 8, 2013 is such a very big importance... THIS room is what the backhoe was trying to hide. Look close at the floor, you can see the bones of the children who didn't survive.
I'm a survivor of adults who thought selling children to priests was a good income and this room was the biggest piece of evidence the FBI had until the backhoe drove over the house and carried off the remained, doing the biggest tampering of evidence of a fucking murder investigation ... that's WHY the backhoe drove over the house, because the Atwaters were desperate to hide the evidence of this rooms existence, and that's WHY they started the alien abduction hoax about me and Etiole because they thought if they destroyed the room and gaslighted me by spread alien abduction rumors, they thought they could convince everyone i was crazy for saying i was locked in this room for 27 years... but they didn't know before they did that, that the FBI had already been in the room and has HUNDREDS of photos of every inch of it. It was not the only place like this. These Atwater run child trafficking "rooms" have been found in twenty-one states. The FBI has shut down 14 of these child trafficking rings run by the Atwaters. If you support the Atwaters in any way, THIS is what you are supporting. When you send money to an Atwater run fund raiser, you funding building more rooms like this one. That's what they do with your hard earned money. Rooms like this, where small children, are raped and starved. And because the children have no birth records, no ID, they live and die without a paper trail. They exist to be raped daily, until they have their first period and risk getting pregnant, and they the room is locked not to be opened again, until they starve to death. Most die before their 12th birthday.
I'm a survivor, and I survived because of Etiole, because while HUNDREDS of people in Old Orchard Beach, Maine knew of this room, used this room, he was the only person with the moral decency to be horrified by this room and try to stand up to the Atwaters, and try the help the children. He used to break in and try to rescue me. Took me out into the swamps of the Ross Forest. But the Atwaters always found me and took me back.
To discredit me, when I was 14 years old, and escaped to the local police and tried to get help, the Atwaters made up a terrible story: they lied to the police. They told the police, there was no room, and Etiole was a figment of my imagination, they called him a demon at first, and later they called him an alien. The Atwaters spread a horrific lie, telling people that I was an alien abductee. And depending on WHICH Atwater you talked to the story changed wildly: sometimes Etiole was a evil spirit, other times a cryptid, other times a demon, but most often "The Amphibious Alien".
We had a neighbor back in the 1970s, his name was Stephen King, he wrote about us. My Gypsy family, my car, me, and Etiole. He filmed two movies on our farm, but never once tried to help the children he wrote about. He never tried to help us children, even though his books and movies today exist as evidence that he was well aware of this room and Etiole. Instead, he profited off of our pain and suffering, while 120 of those children were saw up and their bones dumped in the Goosefare Broke Ravine in the Reclaim Blueberry Plains of the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine... bones confiscated by the FBI in June 2016, which led to the arrest of many of the child traffickers at 37 Smithwheel Rod, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, that same year.
Meanwhile The Atwaters continued to spread their lies about me and Etile, contacting hundreds of alien and UFO and cryptid organizations telling them I was abducted by aliens and Etiole was that alien. Only I have no clue what they were doing and I had never heard of the concept of aliens or cryptids or UFOs, and so I had no clue what MUFON and the UFO nuts were talking about, when they showed up on my farm to interview me and try to catch Etiole, calling him an EBE.
There are no aliens.
There are no demons.
There are no evil spirits.
There are no haunted cars.
There was just this room, and the children raped by Mormon priests... Mormon Priests, known as The Atwaters... Mormon Priests who invented the urban myth of a haunted car and a child abducted by aliens, for one reason, and one reason only: to make the children crazy, if those children ever dared tell people about this room.
Rooms like the one at 144 Portland Ave, 146 Portland Ave, and 37 Smithwheel Road, exist all over the State of Maine, and the 3 the FBI shut down in Old Orchard Beach, ran from the 1950s until 2016. I was put in this room in 1983. That's why I have no knowledge of any world event, any movie, and TV show, and books, anything that occurred between 1983 and 2010.
ALL of the children who survived these rooms, ALL of them, have been slandered the same way the Atwaters slandered me and Etiole. Each with stories of aliens and demons. Thirty-one of those survivors, have commit suicide, all who escaped, killed themselves within 3 years because of the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about them, alien abduction lies that are no different then the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about me and Etiole.
Yes, I am EelKat, Etiole’s friend, but I don’t know why you call me that, because it’s the other way around. He was my friend. He was my ONLY friend. He was the only person in this godforsaken town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, who did not value money or sex over the lives of children.
There are ONE group of people who call me an alien abductee. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call me an alien abductee, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls me an alien abductee, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.
I am not an alien abductee and I never claimed to be, and if anyone ever told you I was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.
There are ONE group of people who call Etiole an alien. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call him an alien, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, when I was 8 years old said an old man broke into the room and took me into the swamps; they call him an alien so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls Etiole an alien, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.
Etiole is not an alien and I never said he was, and if anyone ever told you he was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.
He is a local homeless French Jewish man, whom I let sleep in my car on rainy nights so that he can stay dry. Retarded locals think he is a demon or alien or whatever else they call him, because he is covered in scars and burns and Kabalic tattoos and number tattoos from being a concentration camp survivor from WW2.
You can see video footage of his living conditions:
and HERE
and HERE. These videos where filmed in 2022
As you can see from the videos, this homeless man whom my sick jackass Uncle Bruce has spent DECADES harassing, has NOTHING, he LITERALLY is living in a hole he dug with his fingernails, in the sand under a fallen tree, and you can see from these videos WHY I let him sleep in my car, and WHY the shit heads of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine who are harassing this homeless man, calling him a cryptid, calling him an alien, calling him an evil spirit, are scumbag pieces of shit who don't deserve the life god gave them.
The Atwaters and their church group are evil, and if you believe their lies about me or Etiole, then you've fallen for their scam, just like they wanted you to do.
There is right now, in October of 2023, a group of people actively going to houses, store, bars, and restaurants throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach, randomly approaching total strangers and and saying "Have you heard about EelKat?" And then going on some spiel involving wild radical tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, cats, about 40 people near as we can tell, led by an elderly white haired man who drives a dark green pick up truck and a very fat, extremely morbidly obese blond woman about late 30s/early 40s, who people in the area have dubbed "porch bitch" because she goes from porch to porch all over Biddeford screaming from strangers' porches to walkers on the sidewalk, always screaming "Have you head about EelKat?" usually referencing also my Volvo. The FBI believes these two to be the husband and daughter of the woman who murdered my son. If you know who the white haired man or "porch bitch" are, the FBI is actively seeking information about their identity.
I am legally blind, I have never seen either of these people, so I do not know what they look like, I only know what witnesses are telling me they looked like when they showed up at their homes. I also have Kannar's Syndrome, real and actual (non-verbal, low functioning) Autism (not to be confused with high functioning Aspergers; I am only able to communicate by typing, and so here I am, typing, so I am unable to verbally respond to what these people are telling me. I have agoraphobia so, it is often months between me setting foot outside, but I am crippled with a broken spine from the November 14, 2013 attack of the golf club woman who crippled me when she murdered me son and thus I also can not get out of bed or stand up unaided. I do not know who either porch bitch or the white haired man these people are telling me is approaching them are. My son's murderer whom also crippled me, she I can identify if she ever got close enough again, but these two people whom are suspected of being her husband and daughter, I have not seen and can not identify. When you come to me and tell me they have approached you, you do nothing useful or helpful. I can not take YOUR testimony to the police or FBI, because it is YOUR testimony, not mine. YOU have to tell the POLICE and FBI what these people did. Do not come to me and tell me, because other then post this message here, there is nothing else I can do with the information you have provided.
There is some speculation that porch bitch may in fact live in my apartment building here at 409 Main Street in Biddeford, but I have lived here since February 2019, and of the 9 other families here, only one of them has lived here longer than me. Between the 9 families in our building, there are more then people living in this building and to date, I have met none of them.
Initially I had tried to introduce myself to each family in this building however, they are white and I am not, they are Christians and I am Moron/Voodoo, and this Maine where hatred of all things not white and not Christian are at their worst in the entire country.
White hatred for us Gypsies is very bad here in Maine and many in my family have been beaten, tortured, and murdered by the white Christians of Maine.
Does porch bitch live in our building? I do not know. But many witnesses are now saying they have seen her going in and out of the building, so she either lives here or knows someone who does.
With the extreme anti-Gypsy animosity and anti-Pagan animosity the 9 families who live at 409 Main Street have shown my family since we moved in here on February 2019, I would not be at all surprised if porch bitch not only lived here but the others know it, know what she is doing to my family and are not reporting it to the police simply because, that's what white people do to us non-whites.
Interestingly, witnesses are saying they believe the white haired man with the big green Dodge Ram pickup truck, lives on Portland Ave, very near my farm.
It is deeply disturbing, if this is true, because that means porch bitch and the white haired man are doing very severe levels of stalking, because my family has lived at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach since the 1530s, we settled and founded the town, and in 2019 when I moved into this apartment in Biddeford, no one else lived in this building, other then the gay couple who are still here and the only ones here longer than me. And also in 2019, there was no white haired man living near me on Portland Ave.
This means, the man suspected of being "Clair's husband and the woman suspected of being "Claire's" daughter, Claire being the name the woman who murdered my son, called herself, have moved in next door to BOTH of my addresses within the last 3 years.
Claire used a golf club to beat my 8 month old son's head in with. If you are protecting Claire, know that THAT is the sort of child murdering bitch you are defending.
Claire's identity is the one we want. We want to know who she is. In 2021 a homeless man showed up in my driveway, claiming he knew who Claire was... 2 days later he was dead on the train tracks and splattered across the back of my house, and 2 days after that, this porch bitch woman showed up. We don't know who any of these people are, not the homeless man, not porch bitch, not Claire. We only got the name Claire, because that's what the bald man with her,November 14, 2013, the day she murdered my son, that's what he called her, and she answered him to that name, like it was her real name.
The Claire who murdered my son, she's who we are looking for... and apparently we got really close in 2021, because that's when porch bitch showed up with her wild alien/demon/cat slander, and she's working over time spreading her slander as far and as wide as she can, making it damn clear, she's scared shitless of us finding out who Claire is.
So, NOW, the FBI is not just asking for information about Claire's identity, they now want the identity of both Biddeford's porch bitch and Old Orchard Beach's white haired elderly man driving the mega, big 2ton dark green Dodge Ram pick up.
These 2 people closing in on my family, DAYS after a witness came forward saying he knew who Claire was, a witness who died 2 days later, before the FBI agents had a chance to talk to him... this is terrifying for my family, and it's deeply disturbing.
Porch bitch and her friends are terrorizing my family. And less then a month ago they killed my dog Mickey. There is something wrong with these people. These are NOT good people.
This is very, very deeply disturbing.
This makes them, in addition to everything else: stalkers.
Keep in mind too, porch bitch is the woman who poisoned and killed my dog Mickey only a few weeks ago. And one week before she poisoned and killed my dog, Mickey, she showed up at PortCon 2023, with a gang of about 12 others, at Round 1 in the Maine Mall, and tried to kill me, by peeling back the cheese on my pizza and loading it up with onions, something I am deadly allergic to. I would have been dead within 15 minutes had I eaten it. Porch bitch is dangerous. And she wants me dead. And she thinks nothing of killing my pets. She's proven that much.
There are HUNDREDS of people throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach contacting me, both online and in person offline, telling me that these people approached them at random. They appear to be hellbent on approaching every single person to set foot in either town, so if you are in Biddeford or Old Orchard Beach you'll likely encounter them sooner or later if you haven't already. They appear to have been doing this since around May 2021, but so far no one knows who they are.
One detail though: porch bitch, has been saying some very specific information about the murder that was NEVER made public, and is not in the police public access report, it's only in the FBI's classified report. The ONLY person who knows this detail is the murderer herself, and porch bitch is too young to be the murderer. The blond golf club woman who attacked me November 14, 2013, was in her late 60s to early 70s, she'd be in her late 70s or early 80s today. Porch bitch is young enough to be her daughter or granddaughter. But porch bitch has been saying information that ONLY the murderer would know, so porch bitch DOES have personal contact with my son's murderer and is probably dangerous herself.
She has information that was never released to the public. Information the police and fbi kept out of public access reports. Information that was kept classified so it could be used to identify the murderer. Information she could only get, from the murderer. She is using 27 Facebook accounts and over 100 Reddit accounts to post that information as far and wide as possible, while gathering up a large group from the Sanford ward church to go around Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach also spreading that classified information, while at the same time spreading the rumors and lies that I am an alien Abducted and Etiole is an alien, while also spreading rumors of my cars being haunted, while also making hundreds of deep fake videos on YouTube about me and my cars and Etiole. She is orchestrating a huge defamation slander smear campaign, which you have seen some of the videos about me and my car. Fbi believes she is the daughter of the golf club bitch who murdered my baby and is doing this because Tod Murphy told the FBI his mother was bragging to be the golf club woman. Porch bitch showed up same time Tod Murphy did, in fall of 2021. The Sanford ward people joined her around May 2022. Fbi is currently investigating every one connected to the Sandford ward, and they now believe the golf club woman to have been a member in 2013. You don't have full details of what porch bitch is doing, who is helping her, and how alarmingly large scale what she is doing is, simply because I can not give you full details. There is a lot of information about porch bitch and her crew that I've not said, things the FBI and police are aware of, and you the general public, don't need to be aware of.
These people are actively and deliberately making a massive attempt to compromise an FBI murder investigation, alongside huge levels of victim shaming.
Porch bitch clearly knows who the murderer is, and the FBI is looking for ANY information you have that leads to identifying porch bitch, because arresting porch bitch, is right now, the #1 best chance of also finding and arresting my son's killer.
If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
Never forget: my son was murdered. That's what they want you to forget. They make up crazy rumors and lies because they want you to think about something, anything OTHER then my son's murder. And the ONLY person with THAT motive, is the golf club wielding blond woman, and anyone who is trying to cover up her crimes.
They want you to forget my son was murdered.
Clearly porch bitch is scared shitless that the killer, someone she knows, will be arrested soon, or she wouldn't be so hyper vigilant in her mega extreme slander campaign going on in Biddeford, Maine right now.
Beware of ANYONE who calls Etiole an alien, for he is not an alien and they are lying to you about him, as a slight of hand means of misdirection, to turn you away from seeing their own crimes.
Beware of anyone who tells you I believe in aliens, for I do not, and they are lying to you in a gaslighting technique meant to keep you from noticing the crimes they commited.
Trust no one who tells you I cast curses or consort with demons, for I do neither, and they say these things to you out of malicious motives, to make you look at anything other than themselves. They don't want you to see the sins they do, so they spread wild and bizarre rumors about me and an elderly homeless veteran, in a magicians pallor trick of misdirection. They use me and Etiole as their smoke and mirrors, so that you are looking the other way, while they get away with heinous crimes.
Beware of anyone who calls me a witch, for I am a Mormon, 5th generation, and we Mormons do not believe in witchcraft.
I need not tell you their names, for by their own actions, they will reveal themselves to you.
Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat... because remember too, my name is not EelKat. My name is Wendy Christine Allen. EelKat is a fictional character, a talking back fairy cat, from a Space Fantasy novel. Miss Citten The Eel Kat is Empress of Planet Ptarmagin and she travels to distant galaxies in a star ship, collecting deep space eels from other planets, her name is unpronounceable, so people call her "The Eel Kat" because she is the cat who has pet eels. The book was titled "Friends Are Forever" and it was published in 1978. You have to be severely mentally disabled in order to think that a talking space cat from a Fantasy novel is real, let alone be crazy enough to think that the author is that character. The very fact alone that porch bitch refers to ME as EelKat, that alone tells you the deeply disturbed fantasy prone mental case we are dealing with her. Her inability to discern fiction from reality, and he belief that I, a real person, an EelKat, a fictional space cat from a novel, or her belief that a local homeless veteran, is an alien, or her belief that my Dodge or my Volvo are demon possessed, that alone tells you what type of incredibly dangerous psychopath porch bitch really is.
You can see video footage of his living conditions:
and HERE
and HERE.
THAT is the homeless veteran, this woman is calling an alien or a demon, depending on which delusion she is babble that day. THAT is Etoile. THAT is how he lives. THAT is who this deplorable woman is harassing.
Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat or otherwise tries to convince you I have anything to do with aliens, demons, curses, or witches, for they are deceiving you, and they do so, to draw your attention away from themselves.
Never forget, my son was murdered on November 14, 2013, and the killer still walks free, and anyone telling you anything about aliens, demons, curses, or witches, has one goal and one goal only: a flagrant attempt to discredit me, and protect my son's murderer.
They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.
The FBI is looking for my son's killer AND the identity of the people who are trying to hinder their investigation.
If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is an alien CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in aliens CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is a demon CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in demons CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I cast curses CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about curses to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
If anyone approaches you and tells you that I am a witch CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about witches to make you forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.
They want you to forget my son was murdered.
Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322
They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.
Summoner of Darkness:
A Tavern Scene -
Quaraun, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, Chastity Cages, and Whores
Quaraun slid the mug across the table to GhoulSpawn.
"I don't drink," the half-Elf said, sliding it back.
Quaraun shrugged, took the mug and drank it himself.
"Elves don't usually drink," GhoulSpawn said.
"I'm not your usual Elf."
"I noticed."
"You still fucking every whore you see," Quaraun asked.
"What?"
"As I recall, last time we saw you, you liked fucking Humans. Lots of them. You were hiding from multiple angry husbands, because you were having yourself too many wives. None of them yours."
"Yeah. I don't like talking about that."
"Why not?"
"There's no angry husbands in this town yet."
"Ah! Then there are whores in this town, yes?"
"You shouldn't use that word."
"Whores? Why not?"
"It's not nice."
"I'm the world's most feared Necromancer. Who ever said I was nice?"
"You're dressed Barbara Cartland!"
"Who?"
"She's an author. You wouldn't know her. From the future. In the 1960s. She wore pink dresses all the time just like you do. Except she was a women."
"Does my wearing dresses bother you, GhoulSpawn?"
"No... it's just... you... you look like a girl."
"So?"
"I... uhm..."
"You're horny."
"You shouldn't say that word either."
"Horny? What's wrong with horny?"
"It's not polite."
Unicorn leaned closer to Quaraun.
"This one worse then de Gnome."
"BeLuna?"
"Aye."
"How so?"
"BeLuna was na half so much a stuffy bitch."
"That's not a nice word either," GhoulSpawn said the the Phooka.
Unicorn glared at the Half-Elf.
"Did I says ya could speak to me?"
"I'm sorry."
"Just because my Elf likes having ya ass around does no mean I has to be likesing ya."
"Unicorn," Quaraun placed his hand on the Phooka's shoulder. "He's not bothering anything. Leave him be."
"Him bothering ya cock."
"The chastity cage you put on me is what's bothering my cock."
"If would nay be bothering ya, iffy ya was no having erection over de Half-Elf."
"Your's is the only cock ever in me, so what difference does it make who makes me have an erection. You're the only one that's ever gonna fuck me."
"Ya keeps saysing ya wants him to fuck ya."
Unicorn shifted out of his Humanoid form back into his natural horned horse form, stamping his hooves as he did.
"You keep saying you want to fuck every one!"
Quaraun stood up and yelled at the little black pony. Every one in the tavern was now staring at the back table to find out what the Elf and the Unicorn were yelling at each other. GhoulSpawn was wishing he was any place else right now. Being the only three non-Humans in the building, didn't help matters any.
"I a horse. Fucking every one what we do."
"Have you ever even heard of a monogamous Elf. We live in large family units. Every one fucking every one else."
"Un dat makes ya want to fuck half-Elves now?"
"I can't fuck anyone and you know it. I had a damned sword stuffed up my dick, remember? I'm a eunuch now. All I can do now is be fucked by you and watch other people fuck each other!"
"Can you two stop using that word?" GhoulSpawn asked.
"What?" Quaraun asked. "Fuck?"
"Yes."
"Yis is damned fucking igit," Unicorn snarled at GhoulSpawn. "I can uses any fucking damn word I fucking damned well please. How dare ya tells me how to speak ya damned fucking half bred."
"You're a half breed yourself," Quaraun yelled at Unicorn.
"I is a Phooka."
"You're half Aswang and you know it."
"My fucking bitch of a whore mother abandoned me. I does nay acknowledge her kind."
"That doesn't change the fact that you are half Aswang and you have no right to be putting him down for being half blooded, when your half blooded yourself."
"Yis want ta be fucked by him."
"I like being fucked by you. You're a double dicked stallion. You think I'm gonna find another pair of barbed cocks like yours?"
"Than why ya getting horny over him?"
"Why the hell not?"
"It cheating."
"I'm not cheating on you. I couldn't even if I wasn't mutilated. You put a damned chastity cage on me."
"I shoulds puts it on tighter next time."
"I'm sure you will next time."
"You two have strange dinner conversations," GhoulSpawn said, hoping the couple would stop talking about their penises.
A waitress with a new bottle of Fairy Wine was standing beside the table, not daring to speak to the 3 non-Humans.
"What?" Quaraun yelled at her.
"Your drink?" She held the bottle out, trying not to get close to the Elf. Elves were terrifying creatures after all.
Quaraun snatched the bottle from her hand.
"Get out of here," he snarled.
He watched the girl as she ran off, then he sat back down and poured himself yet another drink.
"You really shouldn't drink so much," GhoulSpawn said.
"I'm evil now. What does it matter any more."
"You're not evil, Quaraun. Though right now, I think you might be drunk."
"Drunk. Hhhmmmm. Probably. High Elf. I tend to not notice it."
"You drink too much."
"You don't drink at all."
"I like to know what I'm doing."
"Hmmm. Certainly does help with life. Knowing what you are doing. Of course I rarely know what I'm doing these days."
"What happened to you?"
"With what?"
"Didn't you used to be a wizard for hire. Helping people."
"Yep." Quaraun started drinking from the bottle.
"Your life is a mess Quaraun."
"Get used to it. I did."
"Last week I saw you ... you know ... high.... or low... or..."
"Vommiting my guts outs after a very bad trip?"
"Yeah."
"It happens."
"And now your sitting here in a tavern, drinking like a drunk fish."
"That happens too."
"What happened?"
"Explain what you mean."
"You used to be respectable."
"I used to be a lot of things."
"People used to look up to you."
"Did YOU used to look up to me? You know, before you met me and found out I was a drunk, drug addict?"
"Yeah. I did."
"Poor kid. You shouldn't meet your heroes. They never turn out to be what you thought they were."
"I'm not a kid."
"How old are you?"
"It's hard to say."
"Is it?"
"I was born in a Hell Dimension, where time doesn't exist. Then I lived in 1974 for a while. Now I'm back here in 14 whatever the hell year this is."
"It takes 120 years for an Elf to reach adulthood. Are you 120 years old?"
"No."
"Younger?"
"Yeah."
"A lot younger?"
"Yeah."
"You're still an Elfling."
"I'm a Half-Elf."
"Your race doesn't matter to me."
"It matters to other High Elves."
"Well I'm not other High Elves. And you know that or you wouldn't be sitting here at my table talking to me, now, would you?"
"No."
"It'd be nice to be young again."
"How old are you?"
"I don't know. 300? 400? 700? I'm old."
"Why don't you know?"
Quaraun shrugged.
"You don't even know what year it is. Why should I know my age?"
"Do you know what year you were born?" GhoulSpawn asked the old wizard.
"I think I was once told, I was born in 983."
"Well it's around 1450ish now. So that makes you about 475 years old."
"Does it?"
"Yeah."
"If you say so."
"Can't you do math?"
Quaraun shook his head.
"Numbers is not something I ever learned."
"I could teach you."
"You think someone my age wants to learn anything new?"
"I think you've been hurt too much and gave up on the world."
"That'd be about right."
"You could do a lot of good you know?"
"Could I?"
"You're famous."
"There's that."
Quaraun poured himself another drink and quickly drank the whole thing.
"You don't like being famous do you?"
"Nope. I liked living a quiet life. In a house. With a roof over my head. And privacy. I used to have privacy. And a family. And not having to change towns every week. And not living on the road. Not living on the run."
"What are you running from?"
"The Guild."
"Why they after you?"
"I'm a Necromancer. Remember?"
Quaraun drank another glass.
"Why do you drink?"
"Why don't you drink?"
"Mormon."
"Oh."
Quaraun thought about it for a moment.
"What's a Mormon?"
"It's a religion."
"Like the Di'Jinn?"
"Nothing like the Di'Jinn, but yes."
"Are you a priest?"
"No. Just a member."
"I'm a priest."
"Of the Di'Jinn?"
"Yes. I am a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order. I took vow of celibacy. Abstinence from beer..."
Quaraun held up his mug then stared down into it's empty pit.
"Guess I have trouble keeping my vows."
He set the mug back down.
"And the damned cage itches."
Quaraun threw his feet up on the table and scratched his balls.
"You have no manners at all, do you?" GhoulSpawn stated.
"I used to. I used to be an aristocrat. I used to have etiquette and manners. All prim and proper. Used to eat at tables with servants and silverware. Now look at me. I live on the road, eat over an open fire, sleep in taverns. Get my ass fucked by horny horses. I hate sleeping in taverns. I'm a king you know. Of course, I killed all my people, so..."
Quaraun shrugged again. Then yawned.
"I'm not sure what I'm a king of any more. Can one still be a king without people to rule?"
The Elf yawned again.
"I am so tired. Is there a whore house in this town?"
"Thought you didn't have sex with women?"
"I don't. But I do like a warm bed to sleep in. And a warm body cuddled beside me. And wouldn't mind watching you fuck a whore."
"Watching me...? You... Uhm... why?"
"Why not?"
"I... uhm... I..."
"You're very beautiful, GhoulSpawn."
"And you're very drunk. And what about Unicorn?"
"What about Unicorn?"
"Don't you sleep with him?"
"Aye," Unicorn answered. "Him does. But for some reason him gets horny whenever ya be here."
"Should I leave?" GhoulSpawn asked.
"No," Quaraun answered. "I like having you around."
"Why?"
"You're beautiful. And you're an Elf. We are hard to come by these days."
"You're sexually attracted to me?"
"Yes. Very much. Would be why I am... hurting... right now. Seeing how I can't have an erection with this cage on."
"He really put a chastity cage on you?"
"Yes he did."
"Because of me?"
"Yep."
"He's that threatened by having me around?"
"Yep."
"I'm not sure how I feel about that."
"What's bothering you, GhoulSpawn? His jealousy of you or my sexual attraction to you?"
"Uhm... Both? I... I'm really not comfortable with any of this."
"I remember being a young innocent little Elf once, uncomforatable with sex. That was a long time ago. How did I get so old?"
"What changed you?"
"I meet him."
Quaraun pointed to Unicorn.
"He's perverted if you hadn't noticed."
"Oh, no. I... I noticed. Kind of hard not to. He's also kind of violent."
"He is also," Unicorn added. "Sitting right here, listening to hims slut of an Elf lusting after ya."
"I should go," GhoulSpawn said, trying to get up.
Quaraun quickly grabbed his arm and forced GhoulSpawn back into his seat.
"You don't have to leave," Quaraun said. "I'm a slut. He's jealouse, and it's not your fault."
"Everything's my fault."
"Don't say that."
"But it is. You don't know what I've done."
"We've all done things. He's a rapist. I'm a murderer. You're a home wrecker with sheep to fall back on..."
"I don't have sex with sheep..."
"Not denying you're a home wrecker though?"
"There isn't a town on the entire coast that doesn't have an angry husband wanting to kill me."
"ZooLock's a cultist..."
"Where'd ZooLock go?"
"I don't know. We lost him, back when we meet that river boat man woman."
"River boat man woman?"
"Yeah. They was riding on an otter. I think."
Quaraun turned to Unicorn.
"Did that really happen or am I remembering some trip I took?"
"It happened. Does nah nay know how. It could no be real, but I saws it wid ya. Un I was no high."
"Was I high?"
"Ya always high, Quaraun. It why ya a High Elf."
"Oh. Okay."
Quaraun shrugged and turned back to GhoulSpawn.
"I think someone has been casting spells to trip us up. So many weird things been happening."
"And you lost ZooLock?"
"Yes. I'm not sure how we found him to begin with."
"He didn't fall through a portal did he?"
"A portal?"
"Yeah."
"Portals are illegal."
"Yeah. I know."
"The Guild sealed them up."
"I know."
"Same time they tossed The Ghoul into a Hell Dimension."
"I know."
"There shouldn't be any portals."
"I know."
"Why than, would you think ZooLock fell through a portal?"
"It hapens."
"Does it?"
"Yeah."
"Strange. Those Hell Hounds..."
Quaraun pulled up his skirts to look at his wounded leg. The bite from the Hellhounds was now bandaged, but blood was seeping through the cloth.
"The ones that bit me. They just appeared out of nowhere. Like they fell out of a portal."
"I know."
"Do you?"
"I was there, remember?"
"I do."
Quaraun pulled his feet off the table and sat up properly in his chair, folding his hands across his lap.
"I also recall, you weren't there. And then suddenly you were. Soon as I was bitten. You showed up and you knew exactly the spell to make them dogs disappear."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"You weren't supposed to get hurt."
"I hurt once before. An army of Humans ran out of hole in that appeared in mid air. I almost died. And my Unicorn did die. Many times."
"You killed my people. I'm the last Sun Elf."
"You practice portal magic don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I'm looking for my father."
"The Ghoul? That's why they call you GhoulSpawn isn't it? Your the half Elf spawn of the Ghoul."
"I don't have a name. I wasn't deemed worthy enough to have one."
"Did you reopen the portals that the Guild sealed shut when they cast the Ghoul into Hell?"
"Yeah."
"And so the Hellhounds that bit me? They were what?"
"It wasn't my idea."
"What wasn't."
"I should go."
GhoulSpawn tried to get up again, but Quaraun swiftly forced him back into his seat.
"You'll go when I say you can. Don't look so scared. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"I didn't mean for you to get hurt."
"But you did mean to send those HellHounds after me?"
GhoulSpawn nodded.
"Why?"
"HellBorne."
"HellBorne? You mentioned him before. Who is he?"
"He's a... he thinks he's a Necromancer. He wants to hurt you."
"Why?"
"I.. I don't know. He's a member of some cult thing or something. I'm not sure. He's got this idea in his head that if he gets you to his house, he can kill you and drink your blood and become the most powerful wizard f all time. He thinks, drinking the blood of a wizard, gives him that wizard's power."
"And the Hellhounds? Where do they come in?"
"I was trying to get you to not come here. I.. I just wanted them to scare you away from the area. I didn't... I wasn't trying to hurt you. I didn't... I didn't think you'd get hurt."
"The river boat man woman?"
"I don't know what that was. I.. it... it wasn't me. It might of been HellBorne. I don;'t know."
"The highway men?"
"I didn't do that."
"So just regular highway men?"
"I guess."
"What about the field of poppies?"
"Poppies?"
"I had very strange trip. I'm still not fully over it."
"I don't know."
"Would you in the future, come back here to your past, our present, to drug me?"
"I don't know."
Quaraun reached into his bag of holding and laid a small box on the table.
"Do you know what that is?"
"No."
"Open it."
GhoulSpawn took the little box and looked inside, then gasped.
"You know what that is?"
"Oh yeah. Yeah."
GhoulSpawn quickly cosed the box and placed it back on the table.
"You want to tell me what it is?"
"Where'd you get it?"
"From you."
"Me?"
"A future version of you. Much older, calling himself The Gremlin. Gave them to me. I ate some of these, just before I had my trip down the rabbit hole."
"Some?"
"Uh-uh."
"As in more then one?"
"It's not candy is it?"
"No. Well it is. It's sugar cubes...but..."
GhoulSpawn reached into his pocket and pulled out some identical pink crystal squares.
"It's LSD. You're lucky you didn't kill yourself. You shouldn't take more then one."
"Well, I certainly know that now, don't I?"
"I'm sorry. You could have got hurt really bad."
"It seems like you of the future is back here going out of his way to try to hurt me, because you of the now failed at stopping me from getting to this town."
"Why would I do that?"
"You tell me."
"I don't know."
"This HellBorne. Do you live with him?"
"Yeah."
"You of the future, said you shouldn't. Said I should get you to stay with us. Me and Unicorn. Said it was imperative to change history."
"Change history?"
"Yes."
"Why would I tell you that?"
"So that's why I asked, if there was any whore houses around."
"What?"
"You like whores. You have no money. I have more money then I need. I don't mind paying for them for you. There must be some in this town you like? And wouldn't mind watching you fuck them. Of course I wouldn't mind you in my bed either. You're very beautiful. And you've already slept in my bed with me before. I very much liked feeling the warmth of your body beside me. I'd like even more feeling you in me."
"I don't..."
"I know. You like females."
"Why me?"
"You're an Elf."
"I'm a Half Elf."
"You're alive."
"Un I is not?" Unicorn did not try to hide his growing anger.
"You're dead, Unicorn. You are a Lich. There is no warmth in your touch."
"Yi wants to fuck with him."
"Yes, I do. That would be why you put this cage on me, remember?"
Quaraun pointed down to his crotch.
"But you don't have anything to worry about, because I'm a male and he's a male and he doesn't fuck other males, so you can stop getting yourself worked up over it, because nothing's gonna happen between us. Okay?"
"Except now ya wants ta watch him fuck women."
"So? You're obsessed with every on's sex life."
"Un I is na cheating ya."
"I'm not cheating on you, Unicorn. I'm a eunuch, I can't fuck him. He likes women, so he won't fuck me. I like be sounded by Unicorn horns, so you're certainly gonna continue doing that. And you know how much I lust after your thick, double dick, and how wonderful your barbs feel in me. You ain't got anything to worry about."
"You're used to bossing people around, aren't you?" GhoulSpawn asked Quaraun.
Quaraun looked at the half-Elf but said nothing.
"And buying people," GhoulSpawn continued. "You don't know what it's like to actually live with people do you?"
"I've avoided people my whole life."
"It's kind of obvious. You're very crude, you have no manners that I can see, you order every body around, you act like you think you can just pay for anything and make it happen..."
"I can pay for anything. I'm an aristocrat. I could buy this whole ingrate town if I wanted to."
"And do what with it?"
"Live in that tower."
Though he couldn't see it from inside the tavern, Quaraun pointed in the direction of the massive black lighthouse that was towering over the town.
"Black Tower?"
GhoulSpawn suddenly looked terrified.
"Aye," Unicorn answered. "It all him been talking about."
"Is it?"
"It why we is here."
"What do you mean?"
"Him does want de tower."
"Why?"
"Him been saysing it speaks to him. It called him here."
"Called him?"
"Aye. Dat, un some black cat that I has no seen as of yet, been telling him to get ye away from HellBorne."
"You've seen the Eel Kat?"
"The Eel Kat?" Quaraun asked.
"She's not a cat. She's not from this planet. And that tower's not a tower. It's a space ship. And you need to stay away from it. We all do."
"What's a space ship?"
"A ship. Only instead of traveling across oceans country to country. It travels across the sky. From planet to planet."
"Ah!" Unicorn nodded. "Dair is reason they calls ya GhoulSpawn de Crazed, eh? Yis raving lunatic, yes?"
"The future you was talking about cats in space," Quaraun said. "And while you appear sane right now..." He took another drink from his mug. "The future you seems to have trouble holding a sentance together. And talks to things that isn't there. But you still have your sheep."
"Why would a future me visit you?"
"Why is the present you visiting me?"
GhoulSpawn didn't answer.
"You're a stranger. We don't know you. You don't know us. And yet, here you are, for the 3rd time in one week. Who are you and why are you here?"
"HellBorne wants to kill you."
"You said that. I'm the world's most powerful wizard and he wants to gain my powers by drinking my blood. What's it to you if he does or not?"
"I'm a half-Elf."
"You say that often. Clearly it bothers you. You have no pride in what you are. You wish to be something else."
"The only happiness in life is to love and be loved in return."
Quaraun raised a questioning eyebrow. He'd heard those words before. He looked to Unicorn.
"I know those words."
"Aye."
"Where did you get them from?"
Unicorn shrugged.
"Me house was haunted."
"I know. The day Gibedon died. I meet the gingerbread house's ghost. I think it's why you died. Gibedon hadn't stabbed you yet. A shadow appears on the stairs, dragged me back to the basement, wouldn't let me help you. The only happiness in life is to love and be loved in return. That's what he said."
Quaraun turned back to Ghoulspawn.
"Was that you? You're a time traveller, you've said as much. How much of my life have you interrupted and changed?"
"As of yet, not much, perhaps I do in the future."
"Why?"
"I was born AFTER the portals were opened, because my father used the portals to hide me from the Guild. And yet, I'm the wizard who opened the portals. I discovered them. And now everything's mixed up. Life no longer flows in a smooth order of things and somehow... somehow... you.... you don't belong here. I can't explain it because I don't understand it yet. But near as I can tell... you died a long time ago, but some how you're still alive. And somehow that changed everything."
"I'm a Thullid."
"Yes, I know."
"Quaraun the Elf, died centuries ago. I just live in his body."
"Quaraun does things no other wizard can do. It's why HellBorne wants to drink your blood. But... it's because you're not really a wizard are you? You just pretend to be."
"I am a Wizard of the Di'Jinn Order."
"The Di'Jinn are dead. Just like my people. The Sun Elves are dead. The Moon Elves are dead. The Pixies are dead. The Katopas are dead. You killed them all. They made you angry, when they hurt the one you loved the most, when they hurt BoomFuzzy, and you killed them, simply by saying one word. Die. And they obediently dropped dead. You're not a wizard. Not a Di'Jinn. And not a normal Thullid. It's true what the Thullids say. There walks among them a god. And she is you. You're the Sacred Pink Jelly Fish. You escaped a dying planet. You've taking up residence in the body of a dead Elf. You don't belong here. You're not part of this dimension's normal history. And by being here, you've disrupted the flow of time. BoomFuzzy was supposed to die that day. In the correct history of this world, he died and Gibedon took his place. But because you were there, he lived and Gibedon died. But in another version. You both died. And things were worse."
"BoomFuzzy died, because of the stab wound he got that day. A stab wound he got, because you prevented me from going upstairs? That means his death was your fault."
"You both would have died. By saving you, I also saved him."
"He died."
"You had the power to resurrect him. You loved him. You loved him more than life itself. He shouldn't see me as a threat. I've seen the future and the past. Many different versions of both. One thing always remains true: You love him. And you'll turn over Heaven and Hell to keep him alive. You did. You unleashed hoards of Demons on this world. The Kats changed history. But they changed too much. They had to stop the Battle of Ongadada, but, you died when they did and it made things worse, so they had to fix it. They asked me to help them."
"You're rewriting my life?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I've been to Ongadada. They took me there.You get too powerful. No one can stop you. You kill every one. Not just on this planet, but on every planet in the solar system. All life on three planets dies. It's why they call you The Grand High Emperor of the Triple Planets. But your time line is off, because now you are already calling yourself that before has even happened. And HellBorne noticed that. The Kats think, they somehow took you out of your proper time in the future and brought you back here, but you forgot most of it. They're not sure how or why or what to do to fix it."
"And that's why the HellHounds back there?"
"Yes. I didn't mean for you to get hurt."
"And this time line... is continuing on?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"We can't change it any more."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes things happen, that can't be changed, because they affect too much. Apparently, when the HellHounds attacked you, that event, set into motion something that's going to happen that can't be changed, no matter what we do."
"You die," Quaraun muttered to himself.
"What?"
"The you of the future. Gremlin. He showed up, right after the HellHounds. Right after you left. He said something went wrong and I had to stop it because no one else could. He said you died. He told me to get you away from HellBorne, because HellBorne's not what you think he is. And then he said... Don't trust ZooLock. He said I died as well. Later. But he was quite insistent that we had to keep you, away from HellBorne."
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 11 of 130
The Summoner of Darkness
Full Chapter Index -
About The Novel:
Volume 11: The Summoner of Darkness
Back from the dead, once again with Unicorn in tow, and now with the Thullid priest ZooLock his prisoner shackled in chains, Quaraun is headed back to The Screaming Unicorn Tavern in Old Orchard Beach, but finds himself cursed with endless bad luck, as one thing after another drops out of the sky in his path.
Highwaymen, hellhounds, a turtle as big as a house, fire breathing butterflies, a train station from the 20th century, and a strange glow-in-the-dark demonic wizard with pockets full of sheep, who sits in a red armchair in poppy field in the 1400s reading 1980s spellbooks books by Gary Gaygax.
Quaraun goes head to head against The Gremlin, a time traveling wizard from the future who refuses to allow the Pink Necromancer back into Old Orchard Beach, where since his last visit, an evil Sorcerer named HellBorne has erected a giant cursed lighthouse known as The Black Tower.
ZooLock however has other plans, and while 4 rival wizards tear up the town in a wizard's duel, the Squid Headed Aliens From Neptune's Moon and their armies of JellyFish worshiping cultists arrive in town to preform a ritual that will unleash an Elder Brain Chaos Demon, known as The Sacred Pink JellyFish on the world. Too bad they didn't know she was already in town.
NOTE: Most of this novel will be available as free to read online.
Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.
Most pages on EelKat.com are about writing Yaoi, and thus probably is NSFW; reader discretion is advised.
Why is the Quaraun Series Rated M18+?
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Quaraun is a character I play in Dungeons & Dragons. Like most every other novel in the series, this novel is based off the notes taken from an actual game play session. The Summoner of Darkness is based off the Dungeons & Dragons Campaign: The Murder of the Seven Points by Erik Yaple. If you are a Dungeon Master interested in running a game using this story, the game guide used is this one here --->>> |
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List Of Sample Chapters
Available To Read Online:
The Cultists and The Coming of The Darkness
EelKat and The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin
A Letter To Home
HellBorne and The Missing Sacrificial Sheep
Highwaymen
Another Letter To Home
Hellhounds
The Half-Elf Thief With Pockets Full of Sheep
"I am Very Concerned About Blueberries." - Back At The Blueberry Plains of The Screaming Unicorn Inn
A Field of Fire Breathing Butterflies
A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond
The Road To Witch Pond (Part 2)
The Road To Witch Pond (Part 3)
The Pumpkins Are Following Us
A Third Letter To Home
The Abandoned Cathedral
A Piano Fell From The Sky
The Glow-In-The-Dark Sun Elf Who Fell From The Sky
GhoulSpawn and Quaraun Trapped With A Phooka
Night Terrors
"Him not hurt. Him just cry baby."
The Pregnant Jelly Fish
The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death
A Fourth Letter To Home - The Masochistic Elf With Stockholm Syndrome
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Stay Wid Us Too Lang, Ya Go Crazy Wid Us The Black Lighthouse Strange Nightmares Pumpkins Again |
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The Strange Village or I Love The Smell Of Decomposing Bodies In The Morning
Food Fight In a Funeral Home
Shrimp Dinners
Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries.
Visiting The Scene of Murder #1 With An UnGelded Stallion
The Sixth Letter To Home
The Fetishes of Phookas
Back At The Tavern and Still No Shrimp
A Tavern Scene Part 1 - "Ever heard of a chastity cage?"
A Tavern Scene Part 2 - Drunk Elves, Shrimp Dinners, and Dungeon Masters From The Future
A Tavern Scene Part 3 - Quaraun, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, - Time Travel, Chastity Cages, and Whores
He Kills People With Candy (The 7th Letter To Home)
ZooLock Again - Off To Talk to Merchants About Murder #2
Three Days, Three Murders, & Still No Shrimp Dinners
Tumbling Down Stairs With Slutty Elves and Angry Liches
The Missing Children Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah Warned Of
Explosions From The Sea
A Hurricane Hits The Lighthouse
The Blind Phooka
You Always See The Pony?
Murder #4 & Questions About The Black Tower
Pumpkins, Blueberries, and Shrimp
The Thullids Arrive In Town
Investigating Murder #5
ZooLock's Thullid Cultists
Where Are You Hiding That Horse?
Murder #6 - The Red Herring Murder
Murder #6 - The Real Murder
The First Try At Entering Black Tower
The Black Tower's Garden of Death
The Hostess Twinkie Aisle of Biddeford Wal-Mart
Elves In Chandeliers
Aardsvorkus Muddsburge & The Crystal cave of Time and Necromancy
The Train Station
Back At The Tavern
Mallac and The Murder Weapon
Mallac And The Shambling Dead - No Spell Is Ever without A Price
Why is there an elephant in my bed?
"Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcid a kcus! Kcuf!"
Another Night, Another Murder (Murder #7)
HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower
Elwin
"My first thought was, where would a three year old put your bag of holding?"
The Oozing Plate Of Sugar Cookies Bludgeoned By The Courageous Alien Being Chased By A Bloodthirsty Crazed Celebrity Chef
Elwin and The Town Full of Dead Children
Glimmer Monks wear nothing underneath their robes...
Can Unicorns conceal themselves amongst normal horses and pick them off in secret?
The Thullids Are Gathering Around The Golden Rooster
A Bag Full of Pickled Jellyfish
Back At Black Tower
The Bottomless Pit
I'm HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower, of The Castle of Blood and Death
Necromancers Don't Wear Pink
BoomFuzzy's Evil Army of Blood Thirsty Marshmallow Tutti-Frutti Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies
The Cult of The Sacred Pink Jelly Fish
The Pregnant Jellyfish and The Murdered Half-Elf
The Wrath of The Pink Necromancer
Darkness Falls
Back To Black Tower Again
The Ptarmagin Kats of Space Dock 13
On Board The VISION-D8
Elwin Again (The End?)
Did You Know?
The Summoner of Darkness is the first time The Gremlin, EelKat, Lyxiana, Bela, and Spriggan (all characters from the original 1978 edition of Friends Are Forever, Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series) make appearances in The Quaraun series.
While most of the Quaraun series is written with Quaraun as the only point of view character, EelKat, the primary point of view character of the Twighlight Manor series, alternates with Quaraun as a point of view character in Summoner of Darkness.
The novel tells 2 stories side by side, with all odd numbered chapters telling Quaraun's version of the story in the 1400s, and all even numbered chapters being written as letters from EelKat in the 1980s to her sister Lynxian.
EelKat is a 4th wall meta breaking narrator.
Answering Reader Questions:
GhoulSpawn's Sheep Explained
A staple in every story that features GhoulSpawn, is his glittering technicolour herd of sheep, that gather around him to listen as he reads Dungeon's & Dragons manuals, while sitting in a red armchair, in the middle of some field.
I own the red chair, btw, which you see me sitting in in my BookTube videos while I read. You can see it in this video here:
The 2 most common reader questions asked about GhoulSpawn are:
- What the hell is it with the sheep? They don't serve any plot point and seem to be there for no reason at all. What the hell?
- Does GhoulSpawn have sex with his sheep or not?
The first story to feature Gremlin as a main character was The Wild Years, published in 1987. In this story he is a member of PETA on a mission to shut down Procter & Gamble, after encountering a local sheep farm that supplies lambs for Iams dogfood. In the slaughterhouse on the farm is a conveyor belt, onto which baby lambs are herded, then dropped into a grinder where they are chopped up while still alive.
If you have a stomach strong enough to view such things, you can see BOTH the Proctor & Gamble animal by-product grinder and McDonald's hamburger making grinder in this video here, which shows it being used on baby chickens and baby cows.
(The chicken grinder shown in this video is P&G's Iams dog food processing plant and the cow grinder seen here are Mcdonald's hamburgers be made for you.)
Please be warned, this anti-war, human rights, and animal rights protest video shows EXTREMELY GRAPHIC real life footage of poachers, slaughterhouses, human trafficing, KKK attacks, beheaded ISIS victims, and children killed by landmines.
VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED!
Back to GhoulSpawn, the series' resident uber extreme animal rights activist...
This was a very real farm and a very real machine which I had seen when I was 8 years old, and was the reason I became an animal rights activist and a vegetarian. This aspect of GhoulSpawn's character, his being a vegan animal rights activist with a vendetta against P&G is based off my own life. (If you did not know, I am the founder of the real world Procter & Gamble Boycott and many of the Twighlight Manor books were written specifically for the boycott, thus why a character like The Gremlin took centre stage.)
Readers came to know that if Gremlin was in the story, so too would be references to the evils of Procter & Gamble, Iams dogfood's horrific sheep grinding machine, and mysterious disappearing sheep, along with his random ramblings against McDonald's, Burger King, and other giants in the animal abuse industry.
Unfortunately for GhoulSpawn, he's often rambling on deaf ears, as Quaraun, Unicorn, and others from the 1400s, have no way to comprehend the future atrocities being described by the time traveller. The reactions of people from the 1400s varies from thinking GhoulSpawn is a raving lunatic (thus why he is dubbed "GhoulSpawn the Crazed") to people understanding that he has seen something which has horribly upset him and feeling pity for him, but not really being able to understand exactly what he is talking about.
And then, when he can't get people to listen to him, he starts pulling sheep out of his pockets, not realizing that back in the 1400s he's surrounded by superstitious people who view magic, Wizards, and such things as evil sorcery and people practicing them as witches to be burned and destroyed. As a teenager from the 1970s, GhoulSpawn has as much trouble comprehending the 1400s mind as they have comprehending him.
As no one but GhoulSpawn can get anything out of or even see anything in his pockets, he can safely stuff sheep in his pockets and then innocently stand there while people run around like mad trying to figure out where all the sheep are disappearing to. He'll stuff another sheep in his pockets every time no one is looking and will continue to do this until the entire herd is gone/in his pockets. At which point he'll then jump back in his 1974 AMC Gremlin, fly back to the 1400s and set the sheep loose in green pastures.
GhoulSpawn has a particular affinity for Cotswold sheep, and his habit of stealing/rescuing sheep and taking them to the past, is used as an explanation for why Cotswolds were so very overpopulated in Medieval times, yet today are considered an endangered species.
Over the years it became a running gag in the series for other characters to bully and tease Gremlin claiming he had a sex fetish for sheep. However, GhoulSpawn does not have sex with his sheep and often seen deeply upset over the accusation. Because most people in the 1400s do not believe GhoulSpawn is a time traveller from the future, they say that he made up his story of rescuing sheep from "the gambler" to cover up habits of beasillity. Quaraun and Unicorn remain two of the only people to believe GhoulSpawn's story as he has taken them to the future and they have seen the things he speaks of for themselves.
The reason for GhoulSpawn's obsession with sheep, is a secret he rarely reveals and is known only to his closet friends: while the series often bills him as a half-Elf, leaving people to assume in also half-Human, is is rather instead half-Demon, specifically he is an Uruisg, which is a Scottish Sheep Demon, a man with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a Cotswold sheep.
In keeping with the actual Irish, Welsh, and Scottish folklore about Uruisg, GhoulSpawn is somewhat of a trickster and causes chaos to ensure whenever he is around. Also like the actual folklore he is a notorious thief and pickpocket, compulsively unable to control his urge to simply pick up and take every shiny object he sees.
Who Is GhoulSpawn?
This is the first time GhoulSpawn appears using the name GhoulSpawn. In previous volumes he was using the name Glinta instead.
In the Twighlight Manor series he is known as The Gremlin.
Quaraun's teenaged lover GhoulSpawn is a "natural born" Sorcerer. He is a half-Elf/half Demon.
GhoulSpawn's father was an evil Demon who commanded an army of Ghouls. Because of this, he was known simply as "The Ghoul".
GhoulSpawn's mother was a Sun Elf whom had fallen in love with The Ghoul, but was forbidden by her family to have contact with him. She in turn ran away with her Demon lover, thus causing a war between Elves and Demons.
The Sun Elves tell a story of how their Princess was kidnapped and raped by the Ghoul, thus she gave birth to the Spawn of the Ghoul. Though his mother named him Glinta, she died while he was still very young, and his Elven kin, took to calling him GhoulSpawn as a way to brand him not one of them.
GhoulSpawn is an interdimensional time traveller, because he is unable to remain in any one time, place or dimension long, because he was born in the Hell Dimension, which exists outside of the realm of time and space as we know it. The Ghoul tried to escape the Sun Elves by going to the distant future (1974) and leaving his half-Elf son and the boy's mother there to live among a band of LSD addicted hippie Humans whom drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin.
The Sun-Elves eventually found their missing she-Elf and brought her back to the 1400s where she belonged, but she refused to leave her half-Demon son behind.
After his mother's death, GhoulSpawn was made a servant to his High Elf step-father and full blooded Elf step siblings, all of whom abused him and treated him like a slave. He grew up constantly being told he, because he was only a half-Elf, was unloved and unwanted and should have been killed at birth, resulting in the very low self esteem he has.
Neither Demons nor half-Elves are considered welcomed members of society, both being forced to live in small tribal groups on the outskirts of civilization. Both are often stoned to death or hung if they dare set foot in a city.
GhoulSpawn being both a Demon and a half-Elf is doubly mistreated by the majority of the world's population. He takes to travelling with Quaraun because Quaraun simply accepts GhoulSpawn as he is and is not bothered by being seen in the company of either a Demon or a half-Elf.
There are several instances when people try to bully GhoulSpawn and Quaraun (a high ranking full-blooded aristocratic High Elf) is quick to stand up for him, protecting and defending the half-Elf. Quaraun is often classified by other Elves as "insane" simply because he is willing to be friends with a half-Elf.
GhoulSpawn has a speech impediment which lessens when he is relaxed and grows worse the more nervous or frightened he becomes.
Around calm laid back characters like Quaraun, GhoulSpawn speaks without difficulty. However around domineering, headstrong, or bullying characters such as Unicorn or HellBorne, GhoulSpawn develops a stutter, making it difficult for him the get to the end of a sentence.
Because he is a Demon, GhoulSpawn was born with natural magical abilities, making him a rare "natural born wizard" or sorcerer.
GhoulSpawn is typical of a Sorcerer in the Quaraun series, in that he has Demon blood, was thus born with a Demon's natural ability to cast magic on some levels, has taking to self-teaching himself how to control the magic powers he was born with, is outcast from society because of his link to Demons, and is generally not well thought of, even though he is not in any way evil, and is in fact the only part of the cast who could be considered anything close to being a Hero.
Being a time traveller, there are times when Quaraun encounteres both GhoulSpawn and his future counterpart Gremlin in the same novel.
This is the first novel in the series to feature multiple versions of GhoulSpawn in a single novel.
GhoulSpawn remains one of the most hated and most loved characters in the series. People who dislike him, absolutely despise him and have gone so far as to request I remove his character from the series entirely. While people who love him, often cite him as their favourite character and often request I add him into more stories more often.
For the people who don't like him, I'm sorry, but he remains one of my favourite characters of the series and he's not going anywhere.
For the people who want to see more of him: there are plans to make changes to several stories in the series to include him in the future editions, more often.
You can find out more about GhoulSpawn here:
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Did You Know:
Summoner of Darkness
was written on location at the real Witch Pond?
Meet The Real Witch Hole Pond:
If You Want To Visit Witch Hole Pond For Yourself, Here Are The Directions To It:
(Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)
Interview With EelKat
While Walking On The Real Road To
Witch Hole Pond In Bar Harbour, Maine
A Real Turtle In Witch Hole Pond:
A Bald Eagle Bathing In Witch Hole Pond:
And the swamp just before the pond...
Driving Park Loop Road Around Witch Hole Pond...
And climbing Bubble Rock Mountain overlooking Witch Hole Pond...
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This novel was originally written in: 2014 - 2016
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