Who is Tod Murphy?
(updated for Christmas Eve attack 2025)

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

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, on July 4, 2013 and on August 8, 2013 after vandals drove a backhoe over it. The backhoe is still running in this photo, I got home from work while they were doing it and the white haired man jumped out and ran away leaving the backhoe running, until it ran out of gas. It sat in my yard for 6 months until the police finally towed it away.

Important:

Fraudulent sites are impersonating Wendy Christine Allen.

• The ONLY official website for Wendy Christine Allen is Space Dock 13 (www.eelkat.com)

Fraudulent social media accounts, particularly on Reddit and FaceBook are impersonating Wendy Christine Allen.

• The ONLY official social media accounts for Wendy Christine Allen are listed in the footer here at Space Dock 13 (www.eelkat.com)

Any websites and accounts you find online that are NOT on this list are NOT Wendy Christine Allen

Also in recent weeks (November 2025 and December 2025), multiple people have contacted me asking variations of the question: "What ever happened to the bullying awareness website you run, I can't find it anywhere?"

Uhm...???... the what?

This website that you are reading right now is the ONLY website I've ever had.

I have NEVER had another website, bullying awareness or otherwise.

So, I have no clue what is this "bullying awareness" website is that you think I run, but, whatever it is, it ain't me.

I don't know if people are mixing me up with someone else, or if someone has made some sort of site and are pretending to be me, but, this site you are on right now, eelkat.com, was started in 1996 and it is the only website I've ever had. It has always been an author homepage, it as always been the archive for my short stories and novels, and it has never been anything else. 

It has been hosted on GeoCities, Angel Fire, TriPod, FreeWebs, and WordPress and other hosts over the decades, and originally it was:

geocities.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

later AngelFire.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

and TriPod.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

and FreeWebs.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

No matter what service hosted it is was ALWAYS TheSpaceDock13Network

In 2013 I bought the url eelkat.com (it was shorter and easier for people to remember then TheSpaceDock13Network.com) and it has had the eelkat.com url ever since.

SpaceDock13 is the name of the lighthouse the main character of my novels lives in. The site was called SpaceDock13 because it housed the stories about said main character. In fact, the site is STILL called Space Dock 13, that has never changed.

So, I don't know what this "bullying awareness" website it is that several people are looking for and thought was run by me, but, it wasn't my site and I don't know what it was.

Additionally:

If you are one of (as of December 2025, the now more than ten thousand) daily visitors, who arrive here daily in search of SEO advice, I made this page for you:

My response to the alarming spike in traffic to my "SEO" pages. aka I am getting Weird Spike In Google Traffic For SEO & Content Writing & Marketing keywords and search terms even though this is a Yaoi and Gay Romance website that has absolutely nothing to do with SEO or Content Writing or Content Marketing What the fuck?

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An update to info about this woman imperonating me (added January 26, 2026)

If you were bedridden for 9 years, would your friends and family remember you when you returned to walking again?

Mine didn't, in fact they forgot me so hard that an impersonator took my place in their lives for 9 years. How does this happen?

 I had a wild experience today, and it has made me question: how fast do YOU forget people you know? Like details about them? I ask because, this was someone who knows me offline, face to face, local friend, who hasn't seen me in about a year, but knows me, and knows my car... specifically knows my cars... a 1992 Volvo, that is fully mural painted, with a giant pink jellyfish on the hood, a purple unicorn on one side, a blue merman and a seraphum angle on the other side, and a purple dragon on the back. Also, has a huge four foot long wheelchair carrier on the back, with my website url painted in yellow daisies. This is the same car that for over a decade had 2.5 million marbles glued to it.

I build art cars. I have NEVER not once in 50 years ever owned a car that was NOT an art car. Some of my cars are very, very, very, very famous *cough-TheRealChristineakaTheWorld'sMostHauntedCar-madefamousbyStephenKing-akaI'mtheREALGypsywitchfromThinner-cough*. My motorhome glows in the dark, yes, it's painted with blacklight neon pink and neon lime green metal flake bass boat paint.

I'm kind of a little bit famous, not only for my cars, but also for being one of the few authors on the planet to have sold over ten million copies of my books, most of which have pictures of my cars instead of pictures of me the author in the author bio, because my cars are more famous then I am.

I am also known for my cloths, and more recently my wheelchair, because I still wear the traditional garb of my people, we are Gypsies, and that means I wear what is often mistaken for Muslim/hyjabi because I wear head scarfs, long veils, long kaftan, long kimono-like robes, great kilts, and huge ruahna shawls, most of which are hand woven in bright colours and thick embroidery, sequins, and beadwork that would make Liberace proud.

I have never dressed "normal" (by American standards) and I've never had a normal car, and one of my cars is so famous it has 30million fans, and I've had to keep it in storage for over twenty years, because it's so famous I can't take it out without being mobbed by it's fans: THOUSANDS of them.

The Volvo is not quite as famous as the Dodge, but it's almost. And it too is to the point where, I can't even park it in my driveway because my driveway faces the main road, and I have to daily deal with dozens of tourists in my driveway taking pictures of themselves with my car if I leave it in the driveway. I have to park it on a side street around the back, so that it can not be seen from the main road.

And that, insaly famous car, is the car in question here. I've owned the Volvo since 2006, it is my daily driver, BUT, ever since buying it, it has ALWAYS had issues with cold weather. It is after all an antique car, nearly forty years old, that I am using as my daily driver. And so, because I actually care about keeping my cars running, and don't buy a new car every year like Americans do, that means I also, keep my car off the road, once deep winter arrives.

This year, deep winter arrived, mid December, and so two weeks before Christmas, as I have done every year since 2006, I packed up my car and put it in storage for the winter. I'll take it out of storage when winter shows signs of leaving, which given how it is going so far this year, means I likely will not be using my car until mid March or later.

So, this person, who knows me, and knows my car... had comments to say today about "my" car. The specifics of the comments are not important. What was important was "my" car was upsetting them a great deal and they informed me of this, as they had just seen “my” car minutes prior.

Needless to say this confused me greatly, because my car has been in a storage unit for a little over two months now and is still there.

I told them this. 

They were now equally as confused as I was.

Then they explained which car they were talking about.

It was just a plain, ordinary, normal, looks like the millions of other cars in America that look just like it average car.

That's not your car?

Nope.

Why would it be?

I'm KNOWN for a neon orange car, a glow in the dark green and pink blacklight car, and a muralled and rhinestone'd car... I'm known for a wardrobe that rivals Liberaces in both colour and rhinestones... more recently I'm also known for a neon yellow and orange, glow in the dark wheelchair, I'm known for book covers in the guadeiest shades of eye blinding pink and purple...

I'm legally blind since birth, I can not see shades of red, brown, grey, or black, I can only see neon shades of pink, orange, yellow, and teal blue... so EVERYTHING I do, my book covers, my clothes, my wheelchair, and my cars are always ONLY in those colours because I can't see other colours... why would you think, a car that was NOT neon pink, day glow orange, or glow in the dark lime green, was mine?

But the thing is... this is someone who knows me personally, offline, someone who I don't think is aware I'm famous (because most locals don't, I like my privacy), but, they ARE someone who in the summer when my car is not in storage sees my car almost every single day... so they KNOW the antique Volvo with the wild neon paint job that looks like it drove out of the 1960s, is my car. They also know I'm in a wheelchair and can't go out of the house without the wheelchair so can't go in ANYONE'S car unless their car is equipped with wheelchair transportability.

The car in question, not only a fairly newish aged car of common drab colour, also does not have a wheelchair carrier, so, that too should have been obvious.

But...

Here's the thing...

So, it turns out, because this person has not seen me in over a year, they forgot I was in a wheelchair and they forgot my car is a work of psychedelic art on wheels, and ... the car they were complaining about was parked in front of my apartment, you know, in a city that has 27k on street parked cars, so no body parked on the street is parked in front of their own house... so they just assumed it was my car.

But... back to the question at the start... 

When you are dealing with common, average, same old same old carbon copy cars that all look alike, or when you are dealing with Americans who own such cars.... I can understand how you forget them, because, they are arguably forgettable. Out of the factory they all look exactly the same to millions of other cars.

But, when you have a car like mine... how do you forget that? Or, when someone has been using a wheelchair for 13 years, over a decade now, how do you forget that?

I'm just left to wonder... obviously there is an issue of memory loss here... but... it seemed like an odd bit of memory exchange.

And it got me to thinking, that this is not the first time such as thing has happened (first time with this person), it actually has been happening quite a lot since 2021.

See, I became crippled in 2013 and was bedridden from 2013 to 2021... so, I vanished completely 100% from church, college, work, and online/social media/my blogs/etc. Gone without a trace, because I was paralyzed, severed spine, paralyzed arms and legs, and it took from 2013 to 2021 to relearn to use my fingers, hands, arms, and legs.... May 2021, I went outside for the first time in 9 years... that was when you started to see me doing my daily "walk around the block" using my wheelchair as a walker, pushing it and leaning on it for support, to try to relearn to walk. The first day it took me over 2 hours to reach the West Cutts Street stop signs, a distance of about 200 feet. Now in 2026 I am able to walk to the dirt road beside the tracks and back in about an hour and a half (a distance of about 750 yards).

In my daily walking i encounter a LOT of people who knew me BEFORE 2013, who are stunned, shocked, and upset to learn I was paralyzed and no one told them... worse... they usually think it must be recent, happened a few weeks ago.... why, because they tell me of a woman with a black car, sometimes they call it a Cadillac, other times a Lincoln, other times a Buick, but always a big fairy new black sedan... whom they THOUGHT was me, in fact, they stopped to talk with her... and one pointed out... "wait, I just remembered, you were born with low functioning Autism, like RainMan, you are almost mute, you can't talk right, she's talks fine; how did I mistake her for you? I never noticed she wasn't you until I just see you now!" 

Nearly a dozen different people have told me of this woman, they say she goes by "EelKat" even tells them to call her "EelKat". EelKat is the name of a fictional talking black cat from my novels. I am not EelKat, I have never called myself EelKat. But this woman, who has been impersonating me locally, had MULTIPLE DOZEN locals convinced she was me.

She also convinced people that I believed my WW2 veteran homeless friend to be an "amphibious alien" named Etiole. A homeless transman in his 90s, who was a prisoner of war during WW2, survived a concentration camp, and lives with massive PTSD, unable to be around people, and has horrible burns all over his body disfiguring him. He was a fighter piolet from France, back then still living as a cis-female. He is not an alien, his name is not Etiole, I've never called him an alien, I don't call him Etiole... and yet, this black haired woman has not only convinced dozens of locals, but spread the rumour so far and wide online,, that I found out about it in September 2023 when Coast To Coast AM Radio showed up in my driveway asking to interview me about being an alien abductee! I've never been abducted by aliens, my friend is not an alien, heck, I don't even believe in aliens or any of that other conspiracy theory junk!

My best friend is a World war Two fighter pilot, and you’ve all known that, I’ve been taken care of him since 1978! When that impersonator showed up calling him an alien, that should have been your first red flag that she WAS NOT ME!

And, these local people, since 2021, and my return both to the internet and going outside, after 9 years not online and 9 years bedridden... these local people are all telling me the same thing: "OMG! I thought she was you! I forgot you never wear pants! I forgot your always wear a head scarf! I forgot you wear glasses! (she does not) I forgot you build/drove art cars! I forgot..." It's an endless list of "I forgot this about you..."

And it's not just random locals..... it's my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, people I went to college with for 3 years, people I went to church with for forty years... these are people who knew me up close and personal, people I went to movies with, people I interacted with offline daily for years... 

• --they FORGOT I was mute and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up and talking to them?

I’ve only recently just started learning how to talk because I had surgery on my jaw… turns out my jaw bone has been fused shut since infancy and jaw replacement surgery fixed my mutness… but five decades of no vocal chord use my voice is barely above a whisper and ‌always will be, plus I slur words really bad because five decades of writing notes to “speak” in person, means I have no practice with sounding out words, I only know how to write them… how did you not notice this woman SPOKE when I WRITE everything on a notepad for five decades because I was born mute!!!!

• --they FORGOT I was legally blind and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up and seeing them and not wearing glasses?

Here's one...

• --they FORGOT I am not white, I am an INDIGENOUS race, a Native American & Persian Gypsy and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up SUDDENLY A WHITE PERSON?

--they FORGOT I was Kickapoo Native American, Persian Gypsy, and Mongolian/Asian mix race and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up WHITE? Yeah, I’m STILL got my flat Asian face, lidded Asian eyes, huge Native American nose and brown Native American skin, none of my skin colour, eye shape, or facial bone structure changed,... how did you mistake a white person for me? WTH?

HOW does that happen?

• Forget that she showed up gibbering madness about aliens… she wasn’t even the same RACE or SKIN COLOUR as me! And THAT didn’t tell you that she was not me?

HOW does that happen?

How do you forget I'm not white?

People see what they WANT to see... and I never realized how MUCH people see what they WANT to see instead of what is ACTUALLY IN FRONT OF THEM.

The strangest one was a woman who came running up to me yelling

"Hey, eelKat, wait up!" and when I turned around to facwe her she stopped shot and stode there "wait, your not... your... wait... your you... but... wait... so... who ... but... I though... wait... so ...wh.o.. wait... who...who have I been talking to all this time?"

She then told me that soon as she saw me it jolted her memory and reminded her that I was in fact me; she then explained that for the past ten years she has been going shopping, to movies, out to eat, went to an Atwater wedding, went to a few Atwater funerals, all with this other woman, who she thought was me the entire time... then embarrassed explained that somehow this other woman had convinced her and all my aunts and uncles and cousins that she was me and they had all believed she was me... she further explained that, upon seeing the real me up close, all her old pre-2010 memories of me flooded back and she immediately recognized me as me, and said that she can't figure out why it was that she never noticed this imposter was not me, because now seeing me face to face for the first time in over a decade, that this imposter looks and sounds and acts and talks and dresses nothing like me at all and there is no logical reason why she SHOULD have thought the imposter was me at all.

I suppose this would explain odd things like in 2016 the day the Biddeford police came over, with his phone on speaker, talking to an Old Orchard police officer and the conversation was:

BPD: "Nope, she's right here in Biddeford, I'm talking to her right now."

OPD: "Yeah, see? I told you this isn't her."

Man police called "Mark": "That is EelKat!"

OPD: "No, it isn't!"

BPD: "WolfBoy, you gotat stop with the fake complaints about Wendy, she's right here in Biddeford."

Mark: "That woman in the cowboy hat is Wendy."

Me: "I don't own a cowboy hat."

OPD: "I think you don't wear jeans either do you?"

ME: "I'm a Mormon. The Church does not allow women to wear pants."

OBP: "See? Told you she never wears pants."

Mark: "SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS EELKAT!"

OBD: "That's not EelKat. Wendy is the one everyone calls EelKat and that's not Wendy. Wendy is in Biddeford right now, we got an officer at her apartment talking to her right now."

Mark: "THAT IS WENDY! SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS WENDY!"

OPD: "This woman is not Wendy. We know Wendy really well. Her dad is an OOB Fireman. Her grandfather founded the Old orchard beach Fire Department. Her great grandfather founded our town. We know the Allens really well. That woman is not one of them."

Mark: "THAT IS MY LAND AND I WANT HER OFF OF IT."

OPD: "WorlfBoy, I have already told you, this land belongs to Miss Allen. We checked the deed. This woman is not Miss Allen and YOU do not own this land."

BPD: "Should I have an ambulance bring Wendy down to Old Orchard, so you can see who she is?"

Mark: "What are you talking about an ambulance for?!?!"

BPD: "Sir, I don't think you know who Miss Allen is. She's bedridden. She's a cripple. She's a quadriplegic. And both of you are treepassing on her private property. Legally we can arrest both of you."

That event always puzzled me. The police never did tell me who either the woman or WolfBoy Mark were, just said that they'd handle it and keep them both of my property.

As I don't know anyone named Mark, I never did find out who Mark wolfBoy was. And apparently no one knows who the real name of this woman impersonating me and as I personally have never seen her I don't know if she is somebody I know or not.

So, I knew in 2016 because of that event that someone was claiming to be me. But it was not until summer 2025, just 6 months ago, when I started walking outside pushing my wheelchair around the block, that I first became aware of how massively, enormously wide spread this woman's level of impersonating me really was.

Additionally, my banks accounts had been closed. By who or when is unknown. bein quardapalegic since 2013 until 2021, and not able to walk any distance until 2023, means I found out about it in 2023, the first time I was able to go to the bank since 2013.

I had opened both a savings account and a checking account in 1979, so these two accounts were over forty years old, and the only bank account I had ever had. In 2023, I went to the bank for the first time since becoming crippled in 2013, as it was the first time of my ability to get that far away from my bed in a decade, to be told:

"I'm sorry, these accounts are close."

At first I thought, they must have been closed due to inactivity. So I asked: "Where's my money then?"

Confused the girl said: "You withdrew all of it when you closed the account."

Equally confussed I said to her: "I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine, I haven't been out of bed in ten years. How could I possibly have come in here and closed my accounts. I did not close my accounts. Who did?"

The girl got the manager, a woman who knew me. "Wendy I have not seen you in years, how's things been?"

I told her of being crippled, patalized, a broken spine, bedridden for a decade, only now just starting to gain any level of revocery, and now just finding out my accounts were closed. She was horrified on many levels, said she had no idea my injury had happened, no one had told her, no iddea my accounts were closed, knew I had been coming to this back since the 1970s, and immediatly went to check the records.

Indeed, my savings account and my checking account were both closed, money gone, withdrawn. But here was a further issue: Thye bank's system, after an account has been closed for 6 months, automaticly deletes all records, save the account number itself, with the one word "closed".

So, at some point between 2013 and 2022 someone, they don't know who, withdrew ll my money, they don't know how much, and closed both accounts. And because it happened over 6 months prior to my discovering it, they no record of when exactly it happened. We simply know that the last handwritten date in my physical checkbook was in 2013, so it could have happened, all the way back then. Who knows.

So this local woman who is impersonating me, she also took all my money, which is WHY I have no money to rebuild the house that these people ALSO drove a backhoe over. It is WHY I am still homeless since 2013 and now into 2026, and why I am staying with various local relatives during my recovery.

But look at everything these people are doing! 

They are LITERALY TRYING TO ERASE MY ENTIRE EXISTANCE and then REWRITE IT INTO SOME CRAZY ALIEN ABTUCTTE BULLSHIT!

They literaly ERASED MY HOUSE

They LITERALLY ERASED MY SON

They TRIED TO MURDER ME and DID MURDER MY SON!

They cut my car in half!

They hacked dozens of my real accounts and replaced my articles with alien and ufo gibberish nonsence!

They created 33 fake Reddit accounts impersonating me and again filling it with alien abduction and ufo believeing bullshit!

They created 27 fake FaceBook accounts and again filled it up with alien and ufo nutty bull crap.

They created over 2 dozen credit cards in my name... when I've never owned a credit card in my entire life!

THEY CUT MY LAND IN HALF AN ILLEGALLY SOLD HALF OF IT TO DON COOLIARD!

They DELETED MY BANK ACCOUNTS AND TOOK ALL OF MY MONEY!

They had a woman SHOW UP LOCALLY AND PRETEND TO BE ME BECAUSE THEY KNEW I WAS A QURADRAPALEGIC AND AFTER I SURVIVED THEN TRYING TO KILL ME! And they went to all my friends, relatives, and church and gaslight everyone into believe she was me, JUST SO THAT NO ONE WOULD FIND OUT I WAS PARALIZED FROM AN ATTEMPT TO MURDER ME!

And now they are sending some freak, with yet another big truck... this time to put up 6 foot tall walls of ice across my door so I can't go outside, now that I am relearning to walk, because they REALLY DON'T WANT ANYONE TO SEE the REAL me, because it ruins their entire gaslighting of everyone if any one sees REAL ME, because their impersonator doesn't look enough like me to ACTUALLY pass off as me now that I'm back to going outside again.

NO! I do not like this constriction truck... and yes, it was not a plow truck... it was a BIG YELLOW CONSTRUCTION TRUCK that built that 6 foot tall wall of ice across my doorway!

And yes, I HAVE noticed that EVERY TIME something happens its construction trucks andmen wearing constriction crew jackets.

Who it is who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013, the police have been unable to determin. They've only been able to deterim who owns the backhoe and he claims the backhoe was stolen, driven out of his driveway, and down the road... someone HAD to have seen that happen, but so far no one has come forward to say so.

This seems to also explain why I have online, several relatives who claim I have attended weddings and funerals of relatives whom I have never even heard of before.

Frequently a cousin named "Nina" is mentions, and to my knowledge I have ZERO relatives named "Nina" so I haven't a fucking clue who this "Nina" cousin is that supposedly I know really well.

And I'm thinking, this perhaps might explain the wild and very violent gang that shows up harassing me about someone named Tod Murphey, whom they claim I know, even though I've no clue who Tod Murphey is.

And I'm wondering too, is this imposter also the reason none of my family, friends, and relatives were aware that my son was murdered... in fact most seem unaware that I had a son, named Xavier Octavian Allen Wildes.

And it seems that this woman showed up ONLY DAYS after my son's murder making it look like she showed up with the SPECIFIC GOAL OF USING MISDIRECTION TO TRY TO HIDE MY SON'S MURDER from people closest to me.

This woman, whom, I still don't know who she is, and apparently nighter does anyone she's been interacting with... IMPERSONATED ME OFFLINE... interacting with my friends, family, and relatives, for NINE YEARS... WITHOUT A SINGLE ONE OF THEM NOTICEING THAT SHE WAS NOT ME!

And I use to ask why no one ever visited me in the hospital or why no one visited me NOT EVEN ONCE the entire time I was quadriplegic... and now I know the reason is because someone who clearly knew how bad off I was, impersonated me, but they didn't even TRY... they drove around in a car nothing like anything I would own, they wore clothe I wouldn't be caught dead in, they ARE NOT BLIND, NOT MUTE, NOT IN A WHEELCHAIR, and they are WHITE... and no one noticed that I was suddenly miraculously no longer blind, no longer mute, no longer in a wheelchair, no longer brown skinned, no longer wearing dresses, no longer wearing head scarfs, suddenly talking about bizarre things I don't believe in like aliens... and not one of them, not even my relatives recognized that she was not me?

That's what I thought of today, when this person who knows me and my cars, but hasn't seen me in a year, and forgot, both that my car is a wild paint job antique Volvo and I'm in a wheelchair.

I think I am very surprised to realize that it's so easy for so many people to forget glaring details on such extremes.

Most people in my life, had no clue I was bedridden quadriplegics from 2013 to 2021, because, some one who is not even my race, and made zero attempt to look or sound like me, made no attempt to have any of my disabilities... pretended to be me that entire time, and no one noticed the change in race the no longer being blind the no longer being mute, the no longer being a Mormon, the no longer wearing tradition 14th century garb,, the no longer driving art cars... she simply TOLD THEM she was me, used nothing but my name, and was able to live here in Old Orchard and Biddeford, Maine for NINE YEARS passing herself off as me without NO ONE noticing?

• Do you realize how terrifying that is?

Do you know what that means?

That means someone can do the same thing to YOU, you who is right now reading this, someone can just take your life and pretend to be you, and they don't even have to look like you, act like you, dress like you, NOTHING, they only have to tell your friends and relatives they ARE you, and no one in your life will have paid enough attention to who you really are, so no one will notice they are not you.

And I KNOW it can happen to any one of you, because it happened to me, and I'm still flabbergasted by how MANY close friends and family members were so easily deceived by someone who didn't even make an effort to look or be like me at all.

I just don't get it.

Is the average person's memory really that bad?

Who is this woman and why is she doing this?

The FBI believes she is connected to the golf club woman who crippled me and murdered my son.

The FBI believes, the golf club woman THOUGHT she killed me, and when she found out I survived her violent attack, but was paralyzed, that she had one of her friends or family members pretend to be me, and do everything they possibly could, to gaslight everyone connected to me, into FORGETTING I was pregnant, FORGETTING that a backhoe drove over my house,

only a few days before the golf club woman murdered my son and crippled me

FORGETTING, everything I stood for, FORGETTING who I was and what I believed, and REPLACING it with a bunch of wild crazy bullshit about aliens, ufos, and gibberish nonsense.

The FBI also believes, this woman to be someone REALLY CLOSE to my parents... in fact, the FBI believes she is the daughter of one of my mother's brothers. According to the FBI, some of my female cousins look enough like me, that they could pass themselves off as me. The FBI think this to be WHY, people in MY FAMILY, including all 3 of my mother's sisters, and 6 of my mother's brothers, and more then 200 of my first cousin, ALL BELIEVED this woman to be me.

The FBI believes, that being a relative, one of my 400+ first cousins, the FBI believe with that many people in the family, it is easy to confuse faces.

According to the FBI, all she would have need was for ONE person, my mother my father, one of my siblings, some one from my church, my husband... the FBI says... it would only have taken someone like one of them, some who knew me really well, knew she wasn't me, but TOLD the rest of the relative that she WAS me... the FBI says, if one person who knew me well, DECLAIRED this woman to be me, the ENTIRE rest of the 400+ people my family, would simply believe without question, she was me. Any "Oh but I thought Wendy..." would quickly be shut down by that one person, by "Oh, you're remembering wrong, she here she is."

The FBI says some one very, very, VERY close to me, a parent, a sibling, a spouse, knows who the gold club woman is, knows who this impersonator woman is, and is working with both of them, to do everything in their power to erase all memory of the existence of my murdered 8 month old son.

and on that note:

If you encounter a page which asks for a password, no, you can not request access. There are over 2k pages of this website set to password access, due to the ongoing FBI investigation into my son's murder. If you are a police officer authorized access these pages but do not have the passwords, let me know, I will deliver the passwords to the specific pages you are allowed to access, to you via the Portland FBI office and you can pick them up from the FBI agent in charge of the murder investigation.

Pages where you can find out more information on that:

• How did the FBI get involved?

• Never Forget my son was murdered

• Do you know who this woman is? And no 146 Portland Ave is not for sale.

• Who is Tod Murphy and why does this woman arrive to yell the name Tod Murphey at me on the anniversary of my son's murder every year since 2021?

• Receiving death threats over a septic tank and a little brown log cabin, but I own neither a septic tank nor a little brown log cabin... what even are these thugs talking about?

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Update: January 29, 2026: similar topic

wow, some people are saying there have been disruptions at some Iron Lung showings, very rude people ruining the experience for others. I really hope that dooesn't happen here.

I have been bedridden with a broken spine since 2013, quadriplegic the first few years, paraplegic the years later, today in 2026, I have movement in 2 fingers on my right hand, and near no use at all of my left hand; since 2021 I have been relearning to walk... in 2021 it took me 4 hours to walk 75 feet distance. Today in 2026 I can now walk (while pushing my wheelchair and using it for support) 750 feet in just an hour and a half (that the length of the average driveway by the way).

I was bedridden, paralyzed with no arm or leg movement for 9 years, have had only limited arm and leg movement since then, and not being able to go outside for over a decade, means I have not been to a movie in 13 years.

Though the theatre is only 15 minutes away, it will take us 2 hours to get me out of bed, in my wheelchair, out of my wheelchair, in the car, get the wheelchair folded and also in the car, drive the 15 minutes to the movie, get the chair back out of the car, get me in the chair, get in the theatre, get into the room, get me out of the wheelchair and into a theatre seat... that is a TWO HOUR process. And it's not easy for my boyfriend, who is 80 years old to do all this. Yes, we are elderly.

Being paralyzed since November 14, 2013 is WHY I started watching Mark, I've not missed a single video of his once since 2013. I was watching him BEFORE he even had 10k followers.

I say this, because I would really hate, to go through the amount of struggle and effort it takes to get out of bed in the first place, to get to the theatre, to see the first movie I have seen in over a decade, just to show up and have rude disrespectful people disrupting it and ruining any ability to enjoy the show.

Its very disheartening to hear that things like this are happening and really hope it doesn't happen to us when we go.

Updated January 31, 2026... Just saw Iron Lung, love it!

Harassment of disabled wheelchair user continues #winter #mainetok #wheelchairlife #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford

Update (9 hours after uploading)

An 80 year old man, who has to drive 3 hours to get here, is coming over tonight to shovel it out, because apparently everyone in all 11 apartments and 30+ people in my building are Maga (what even is that they were quite proud to say "I am a Maga!" and acted like I'm supposed to know what that even means??) and me having Multiple Schorosis (which they said i deserve; why exactly?) and being brown (im Native American, Kickapoo tribe) , and an LGBTQAI+ supporter, and Bad Bunny at the Super Bowl is why this is there? Who is Bad Bunny? What are they talking about? What's does the Super Bowl have to do with hateful people putting a six foot tall pile of snow across the exit trapping me so I can not get out? Is every single person at 409 Main St, Biddeford out of their minds? What are they talking about and why are they so full of hate, why are they harassing me, and who is Bad Bunny? What is Maga? I am so confused. I need to go outside to excerise my legs for physical therapy and i can't because someone, apparently one of them, put a 6 foot tall wall of snow across my door, trapping me from getting out, leaving me with no fire excape either. But yow, I had no clue how hateful of us none white people every one in my building was... being bedridden since 2013, and only just starting to go outside from only just starting to relearn to walk, I'd never met anyone who lives in my building before. I find thier sentiment that I deserve this harassment because of my skin colour and them being mad about some sports game, rather disturbing and incredibly terrifying.

But the only person I can find who will come help me to get outside and not be trapped in the building is an 80 year old man from half way across the state, he's on his way here now, but it's going to be way after dark before he gets here.
Why are the people in my building so mean and hateful?

Video from 8:30am this morning if you don't know what I'm talking about, what someone in the building at 409 Main St, Biddeford did today, and that apparently all 30+ people in all 11 apartments think was a good joke and all collectively worked on together, because I'm not white:

here, have another video:

They did that to my grandmother. What they are talking about in this video, my grandmother Eva Viola, was one of the women this happened to. My mother's mother. I think my mother and her Atwater siblings forgot that, forgot where they came from, forgot who they were, forgot how their mother was treated. forgot her mother was taken away from her family, called her "a red skinned savage" and daily beaten and raped by the head of the Shaker Village in Shapleigh, Maine on Sabbath Day Lake, from 4 years old. They kept her as the see washer girl slave of the church, and you can see pictures of her in the museum that's there now. Beatings and rape was the punishment for her inability to speak the White Man's English. Her grandmother fought for decades to try to get her grandbaby Eva back, but was denied adoption rights on grounds of her being "a dirty red skinned squaw who refused to submit to being turned civilized". That was in the 1930s, Maine. She was a Kickapoo stolen from her tribe when she was 4 years old. My Grammy Eva, retold that story to me daily, telling me to never forget what the White men did to her.

Today, my mother and her siblings pass themselves off as white and deny being Indigenous Native Americans. their mother, Eva Viola Atwater, would be so ashamed of them. I think a lot ICE supporters forgot what White men did to us Native Americans, and that it wasn't that long ago. In fact was still going on, not even yet 40 years ago.

Most of us Native Americans in our 50s experienced this happening to us in the 1970s and 1980s, and don't like that it's happening again right now to others who like us, also are not white. ICE sightings keep happening in Biddeford.

I saw them myself just 4 houses down from us, about 2 weeks ago, and other neighbours are seeing them around other parts of Biddeford.

Stay safe, but with what happened to me yesterday, my life being endangered by a 6 foot tall wall of snow being put across the only exit I can access, and then, when I asked my neighbours to help, they started saying they did it and did it because they were mad at someone named Bad Bunny, so going out of their way to make life harder for us who are not white, and they started accusing me, an Indigenous Native American Kickapoo, of being an immigrant and saying they needed to block me into my apartment so I couldn't flee before ICE got me... I find that very disturbing, especially considering I'm a 15th generation Native Mainer, and my land in Old Orchard Beach, has NEVER been out of my family.

My family was living there BEFORE the white men attacked us there for the first time in 1531.

I do not like that local white people have put it into their heads that me and my family are immigrants or that me and my family should be harassed or that ICE should come after me and my family, when we are not only Native American, but we still own our native land, for well over 600 years and are the oldest family in the State of Maine to be on our original land.

This local hysteria of white people sicing ICE on none white people, and in my case an actual literal wall of ice 6 feet tall across my door, needs to stop. You wouldn't like it if someone did it to you and you know it, so why are you doing it to us?

How dare you call me an immigrant you fucking arrogant, ignorant, hate fueled  WHITE bastards who don't even belong in this country to begin with! There ain't no WHITE people native to America you filthy pieces of shit!

February 13, 2026, additional update

Answering question that was sent to me from NextDoor & FaceBook:

I have stage 4 MS (multiple sclerosis). I have had MS since I was 16, though doctors had misdiagnosed it several times, and it was not until I was 42 years old when doctors realized the original diagnoses was wrong. At 42 the diagnosis was changed to "Stage 4 MS" with a mumbled apology of "had this been correctly diagnosed back when you was a teenager, it probably wouldn't have gotten to stage 4 at all, as there is treatment if diagnosed early".

No, I am not able to stand in an upright position for more then an hour or two a day, often I can not stand at all.

Yes, what people keep calling a "rollator" is NOT a rollator. It is a Vocic z51 Transitional Wheelchair, you can look up the model yourself, the company that makes them has several videos and articles on what it does and why it's made.

It is a Vocic z51 Transitional Wheelchair, that is made specifically for people with MS and similar mobility issues. What this means is it is a wheelchair, that has stability bars in its sides (those big square rods that form an A-frame on each side of it), which allows me to put my full weight on it and stand up using it for support. Most wheelchairs are not made with stability bars like this, because they are designed for people who are never or rarely standing up. If you look at the handle bar, it is double sided - meaning 4 handles, instead of 2. 2 foward facing handles so I can hold them and use them to stand up, this allows the chair to be used like a rollator pushed by the patient (me) to use to excersise leg muscles for physical therapy, and 2 backward faceing handles for a caretaker to push the wheelchair while I am sitting. It has the option to have a motor added to it, turning it into a power wheechair as wheel.

This sort of wheelchair is primarily used as physical therapy for wounded soilders who are relearning to walk. It is the type of wheelchair used for people with MS, POTs, and other similar disorders as well.

As this chair is designed for MS and ALS, it also has the option of adding voice proppelled (like what Steven Hawkings used on his wheelchair) via an AI computer; thise feature is for people whom have lost use of their arms, and are using it as a powerchair, but can not push the powerbuttons with their hands, so can voice activate the chair to move on it's own. The company makes several other different features and add ons for this chair, each designed for use by people with different illnesses. But I am only familar with it's MS specific features, as those are the ones I need it for.

Because it is designed to be a wheelchair 90% of it's useage time and only typically used as a rollator for under two hours a day, it features a layered memory foam seat designed for sitting in 4+ hours to a time.

It is what is known in mobility aid communities as a "transport wheelchair" or an "ambulatory wheelchair", so if you've ever heard of this device before, that is likely the term you would have heard. This "name" come from the fact that they are used by people who travel a lot, for example someone who is a CosPlayer and travels to a lot of conventions, would have this sort of wheelchair because it's smaller and lighter then a typical more standard wheelchair (only 32" wide and only 50lbs, vrs most wheelchairs are much wider and can weight over 200lbs), and can be folded down "small-ish) to fit in a car (maybe) (mine does not fit in either my Volvo or either of my parents' cars, thus why I have a wheelchair traier for it on the back of my Volvo; I have only 1 friends who has a car this fits in, so it's NOT as easily fit into most cars as the company advertises it to be... it also is too wide to fit through MOST doors of MOST houses, and only fits through just ONE door of our apartment building).

Because I primarily sell my books (novels, print/paperbacks) out of tent/booths at carnivals, car shows, festivals, comicbook conventions, state fairs, ect, the need to be able to have a wheelchair I can both take in my car and sit in for 4+ hours to a time, was a primary factor in choose this particular make/model wheelchair over the dozen+ others like it by other companies. So, yes, when you see me at LaKermeese or PortCon or Yarmouth Clam Festival or Moxie Festival or the Autism Awareness Car Show or the Saco Spirit Car show, yes, this wheelchair is in fact what I am sitting in. I can not use folding chair or seatting provided by most such events.

While I am able to stand up and walk a few feet with a cane, the distance is so short, that I can not even make it half way down the distance of my driveway.

For a few months in late 2023/early 2024, I was able to walk around the block with only a cane, which doctors at the time thought was reversal symptoms caused by medications, however, an MS flareup in summer 2024, reversed whatever that was, and I've not been able to walk with a cane since. Doctors have been unable to determine why a brief period of hightened mobility happened or why is just as suddenly went away, my doctors explaintion was the shrug and say "It's MS, it does that sometimes". It was innitally thought to be a sign of improvment caused by medication, and later decided to be "just one of those things MS does sometimes".

Attempts to sit in a upright position for more then a couple hours a day cause servere flare ups and paralise. For example, on January 31, we went to see the Iron Lung movie, it was not untill February 4 (4 days later) that I was able to sit in an upright position again, and it was February 7 (7 days later) before I was able to stand up again. This is because the amount of exertion on my nerves and muscles, that was requires to sit unmoving for a 2 hout long movie. This side effect is WHY it had been 13 years since the last time I have gone to a movie. I simply can not sit up for a space of 2+ hours without serious debilitating side effects that last for a week or more.

MS has variable symptoms by person, depending on which nerves have erroded holes in them. Yes, that is what MS does: it is literally holes in your nerves, This is like if you punched holes into electric wires of your table lamp and then had intermitant connections, where sometimes your lights came on, other times the lamps flicker, and othertimes no connection ability of turn on the lights at all. MS is like that. So depended on where the lesions have occurred a person can have different symptoms. For me my legs (both), left arm, and left hand are where the worst of the "nerve hole legions" impact.

Additionally I have rheumatoid arthristis (diagnosed at age 4, this is a lifelong thing, that grew worse in recent years). It is in my primarily hip and shoudlers. My right leg bone is fully fused to my right hip bone, there is no cartalage; this is why I drag my right leg and can not put any substantial weight on it. This leg gets progressivly shorter, due to the top of my leg bone slowly pushing it's way up higher into the socket joint of my hip. My leg is about a 1/4" shorter now, then it was 20 years ago, so i's a slow getting shorter, but this is also who I am unable to simple "stand up" aka, the shortened leg causes balance issues and attempts to stand up (without a mobility aid) cause me to immediatly topple top heavily to the right and fall over. This is why I have used a cane, staff, or walking stick since I was just six years old, aka my whole life.

In 2013 my condition grew dramatically worse when, a still yet unidentified woman weilding a golf club, should up at the Buglight Lighthouse Art Studio Parking Lot of Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013, at a few minutes past 10PM. I was leaned over into the back seat of my Volvo putting my easle and pait bag in my car, when someone screaming "I'm Clair!" showed up behind me. I did not have time to turn around to see who was yelling or why, before she started beating me with a golf club. I was 8 month pregnent, with my 8th pregnacy, and my 1st pregnacy to reach 5 months+ without a misscarrige. He attack, caused a labour and beat my baby's head in on the parking lot with her golf club, seconds after he was born, her golf club also, broke 3 vertebrae of my spine, broke my hip, broke my pelvis, and broke my knee.

However, the current state I am in now, happened June 26, 2016 at the Scarborough Walmart parking lot, when the same woman, this time with a early 1990s gold Volvo station wagon, pulled up beside my Volvo while I was taking bags of groceries out of a shopping cart and putting them in my car. She leaped out of the gold Volvo, grabbed the shopping cart, and started using it as a battering ram to hit me, while accusing me of being transgender and yelling "That's EelKat she tried to kill my husband!" She was dragged away by a red hair woman, and they both left in the gold Volvo station wagon. This event severed my spinal column, leaving my quardapelegic, ZERO use of my arms or legs at all, and is the injury from which I am currently doing psycal therapy to regain use of my arms and legs. It is also why I have not been online for a decade, and why you are only just starting to see me return to the internet after so many years not online.

This attack happened 2 days after I had surgery (June 24, 2016) so that I could talk (I was born near mute, unable to open my jaw or form words, I was not able to start forming clear word sounds until December of 2016, so I was not physically able to call out for help during either attack.

I am also legally blind, born that way; without glasses I can see only eight inches; with glasses I can see around seven feet. So I did not see her approach in either atack.

I am also nearly deaf, again, since birth, suffering from a tonal distortion, meaning I can only hear certain pitches that are very high (for example I can hear a bird singing from quite a distance, but I can not hear someone talking just a few inches from me). So I did not hear her approch in either attack, and am not able to clearly make out what she said to me.

These two attacks (2013 and 2016) are WHY I now have a camera that records 24/7.

I know no one named Clair and I've no clue who this woman is or why she attacked either time. She'd be about 80 years old now in 2026 though and the FBI has an active tip hotline for anyone who has any information leading to her arrest. She's wanted both for crippleing me and murdering my son.

I have had agoraphobia most of my life, and from 1983 until 2010 had rarely been outside. From 2010 to 2013 I attended Southern Maine Community College 3 times a week as therapy to try to learn out to go outside and talk to people. It was my first time attending school, I had not gone to grade school or high school, so my first year at collage was all adult education remidial classes for learning basics so I could get a GED and take the actual college courses.

Meaning, I have NEVER had interactions with Humans EVER in the forty years prior to 2010 or the decade+ since 2013, so I have ZERO people I know outside of the friends I made in college.

ZERO.

NONE.

And amoung the things this woman said were "you were just like this in high school" which immediatly proves she has me mixed up with someone else, as I NEVER went to school at all.

These two attacks (2013 and 2016) are WHY I now have a camera that records 24/7.

As of right now February 2026:

-I had full function of my right thumb and two right fingers. Partial movement of the right ring and pinkie fingers. Very stiff, limited movement without any grip strength of all my left fingers and left hand. I can move my right arm on limited levels, but I can not lift my arm up high enough to brush my hair. I can breifly rais my arm upright, but it locks my fingers into a stiff straight position, and I can not bend them, aka I can pick up a hair brush, but raising my arm high enough to brush my hair caused my hand to ungrip and drop the brush This is nerve damage and may or may not improve.

-Neigther of my legs has either the nerve function or the muscle strength to hold me up more then a few minutes, this is the primary reason I can not walk. Putting my weight onto the wheelchair allows me to shift my weight off my legs and onto the wheelchair, which gives me brief, limited abilty to walk short distances, but so far, not more then a couple hundred yards. As of right now I can make it from the driveway to the railroad tracks, about 750 feet, in a space of around an hour (most people take under 5 minutes to walk that distance). I am usually able to do this twice a day if a take a four hour nap after he first attempt.

-I can not lift either leg up high enough to use stairs. My leg lifts to a hieght of under 2 inches, while most stairs are 6 to 8 inches per step. I am ONLY able to use stairs IF another person PHYSICALLY CARRIES ME up the stairs. Yes, even if it is just 2 or 3 steps and not a full stair case. i have ZERO ability to use stairs AT ALL. I can not even lift my leg up high enough to step up onto the curb of a sidewalk, and require a person with me to lift me up over the curb, if there is no ramp on the sidewalk.

-While I had gone to culinary school and used to work on a food truck, and had at one point planned to open my own resturant... I am no longer able to cook MOST foods, because of not being able to lift a pot of water. this has seriously changed my diet as EVERYTHING requireing being cooking in boiling water, I physically can no longer make. And something like a frozen pizzza, is also too heavy for my to lift. with only 2 fully functioning fingers on one hand, I can still cut vegetables with a knife, and with the way my left arm hangs unusable at my side but forarm bent, i am able to use my left arm like a tray to sort of carry things... BUT... not being able to stand unaided, I have to hold on to walls or tables or chairs, when trying to cook. I am right now stubbornly still attempting to cook, but, I would estimate that in under two years, I will no longer be able to either cook or feed myself at all and so likely will need to look into hiring a live in caretaken within the next 24 months. I don't seem to have any other option.

-I am in bed 18+ hours a day and it can take an hour or more to sit upright in bed and even longer to try to stand up.

-I used a combination of AI voice to text software and my two usable fingers to type this and everything I type, thus why spelling can be quite bad at times.

Does that answer your questions?

Also, most people don't like answering medical related questions, I'm not mosst people, but you might want to consider that when asking others questions like you asked me.

But... how do you FORGET that someone in your family is THAT disabled...THAT crippled?

And then we have this wild "Tod Murphy woman" who keeps showing up at 409 Main St, Biddeford, and none of can figure out who she is or what is she talking about!

She acts like she thinks I know who she is.

She acts like I should know who Tod Murphey is.

She acts like she assumes I know what she is talking about.

She shows up every year since 2021 the week of the anniversary of my son's murder, and does this.

I don't know who she is. She has never said her name.

I don't know who she is.

I don't know why she is harassing me.

I don't know who Tod Murphey is, I never heard of anyone by that name before. I do have a cousin named Timmy Murphy and some distant uncle named Gordon Murphey, but they are both dead a long time ago. I had no other Murphey relatives that I am aware of, if there are others, I've never meet them Timmy and Gordon were the only 2 I knew. At first when she showed up I thought she was looking for my cousin Timmy and didn't know he had died over a decade ago.

And I barely knew either of them. My grandmother Helen Ricker allen babysat for Timmy when he was a toddler, and she died when I was 8 years old. Next time I saw him was 30 years later and he was dead in the middle of the road, I'm the one who found his body, while I was driving home from college, so I had to deal with over a year of police interrogating me about the Ku Klux Klan because of it, because according to the Old Orchard Beach Police officers interrogating me the Ku Klux Klan killed him.

My homeless friend (the one everybody called Etiole - the WW2 vet) knew him, because Timmy Murphey is the one who owns the swamp that abuts my land.

My homeless friend knew him, because Timmy Murphey is the one who owns the swamp that abuts my land. That's HOW my homeless friend became my homeless friend. Timmy Murphy was an abutting neighbour and he was letting this homeless guy camp in the swamp. And the homeless guy used to come over and talk to me.

The land that ufo hunter idiots call "Etuiole's Swamp" that's not mine. Timmy Murphy owned that.

the meadow that crazy alien hunting lunatics call "Etiole's field" that's not mine, nor is the 14th century cemetery in it. That again, belonged to Timmy Murphy.

the homeless guy people call "Etiole" was sleeping in my car in my driveway at night during the winter and during the rain, but his camp was on Timmy's land, not mine. I let him sleep in my car because he was a friend of mine and he had no place else to get out of the rain and snow. He stopped doing that May 2010, when a group of crazy people stole my car, cut it up, and sold it to a auto junkyard in Freeport., all while claiming they had to "kill he car to kill the demon" because some local Mormon Bishop who was also the town manager convinced his church congregation I was "a seawitch" and had "a demon" living in my car.

the homeless guy people call "Etiole" fleed Old Orchard Beach entirely after Timmy was murdered, fleeing just days before the backhoe drove over my house. Since then he's been increasingly hard to find and when I do find him, he's usually holding up with various homeless camps around Maine. But, he's close to 100 years old, a transman, a formor WW2 fighter pilot from France, who is serveraly disabled, and has dwarfism so is not even four feet tall, and even amoung homeless camp groups he gets bullied by other homeless, so more often then not, he camps alone in forests, and Maine with thousands of acres of forests, it's become nearly impossible o locate him these days.

All that land that people keep thinking is mine, ain't mine, it belongs to Timmy Murphy, or it did before he was murdered a few days before the backhoe drover over my house, a few days before my son was murdered, a few days before I was crippled.

FBI believes whomever murdered Timmy Murphy, also murdered my son, and also drove a backhoe over my house.

In fact... the FBI has this "alternate theory" that some developer was trying to buy Timmy Murphy's land, and thought Timmy would sell his land if I sold mine... according to this alternative hypothesis the FBI has, they think the backhoe driving over my house was actually a threat aimed at Timmy Murphy and not me at all.

See, my land isn't even a full acre... it LOOKS quite bigger then that from the road, because it's bordered on 2 sides by Timmy Murphy's land, which was over 50 acres of land, last I knew, including the 3 acre swamp, a 10 acre sandpit, a 10 acre pond, and 20+ acres of old growth pine forest that hasn't been touched by Humans in over 700 years.

My land is directly in front of it, and so it gives the ILLUSION that I own a shit ton load of land, but in fact, I only own the little sliver of land directly in front of the swamp, and it's less than an acre. All that huge exapance of land you can see from the road, I don't own that, Timmy Murphy did.

But the FBI says they can not find ANY MOTIVE DIRECTLY AT ME PERSONALLY. and they said they believe it is quite possible that whoever drove the backhoe over my house THOUGHT they were driving the backhoe over Timmy Murphy's house.

Like I've said before, the FBI has been saying right since the beginning they thought my cousin next door (Timmy Murphy) was the ACTUAL target of the backhoe attack. They believe someone hired the backhoe to drive over Timmy Murphy's house, and the backhoe driver, got confused and drove over my house, by mistake.

The FBI thinks this, because Timmy Murphy was murdered less then 30 days before the backhoe attack.

The FBI believes that this mistakingly driving over the wrong house, is WHY a couple weeks laer the golf club woman attacked me at the college.

The FBI believes the golf club woman was trying to "tie up lose ends" and tried to kill me to prevent anyone from finding out the backhoe had driven over my house.

The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. Given her screaming "I'm Claire!" and yelling "you transvestite freak" at me, I'm wondering if it was a man, pretending to be someone named Claire and having internal issues with his own being dressed as a woman? Based on how excessively wrinkled her face was I would guess her age to be 60 to 70, but could be younger if a heavy smoker or younger if was wearing age makeup. If her age is guessed by wrinkles on face, she'd be around 80 years old now in 2026.

And THAT is why the FBI is now fully focused on finding out what this new "Tod Murphy woman" is talking about, because they believe, she's connected to Timmy Murphy's murder, my hoyse being driven over by a back hoe days later, my son being murdered and my crippled a few days after that. The FBI believes this "Tod Murphy woman" is showing up ever November on the anniversary of my son's murder, because she is part of the "construction worker crew" who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013 when they were attempting to drive over Timmy Murphy's house next door to mine. The FBI believes she somehow mixed up Tim for Tod same way the backhoe driver mixed up Tim's house beside mine for my house in 2013.

Gordon I only met once, didn't even know he was a relative until he told me he was some great-uncle of mine, some how related to my grammy Helen, and he told me that in February 21, 2012, same day I bought my motorhome, because it had no locks on the doors, and I called a locksmith to come install locks, and he's the one who the hardwar store sent over. It's why he was one of the police's suspects on the April 10, 2015 attack on my motorhome, because he's the only person who ever had access to tha lock, he put it on February 21, 2012, and I had, what I thought was the only key. April 10, 2015 someone broke into my motorhome, via hat lock on that door and used a Blow brothers sewage truck to fill my motorhome with 500 gallons of raw sewage! Police investigated Gordon Murphy because he was the locksmith who put the lock on that door, so was the only person with access to a keys to that door. Those are the only times I ever meet anyone named Murphy in my entire life.

This crazy woman who comes up here yelling about someone she calls Tod Murphy, is just such a wild screwball that has been thrown into my son's murder investigation, and... the FBI believes that they inadvertantly (in around October 2021) questioned someone very closely connected to my son's murder which is what triggered this womans's first "Tod Murphy attack" November 24, 2021 when she cut all the wires of the building at 409 Main Street Biddeford while proclaiming to be doing it "in honour of Tod Murphy".

I can't figure out what she is talking about, as she seems to be drunk every time she arrives and so she's talking a lot of just random words. But most of it is weird gibberish, mingled in with nonsence about aliens, UFOs, Stephen King, haunted cars, and strange accusations of me harassing her "husband Tod" on Reddit.

She accusses me of being transgender, she accuses my car of being haunted, she accuses me of being an alien abdictte, and, she keeps threatening to kill me.

She says "I'm gonna shove a shive in your back in honor of Tod Murphy" and starts chanting that.

My son was murdered November 14, 2013, a week before Thanksgiving day.

This woman has shown up Thanksgiving week every year of 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024, and 2025, usually arriving in my driveway while I am gone to memorial services for my son's murder, and waiting in the driveway to lash out these attacks when I drive in from said memorials.

She is constantly refering to some called "The Tod Murphy Gang" which she says is going to "gun down your family in your sleep".

She is always full of death threats and all referancing the name "Tod Murphy" as the reason or cause of the death threats.

Since she is showing up in sinc with my son's murder anniversay week I am left to assume she is somehow connected to my son's murder, as she does in fact look like the woman who murdered my son... except, she is in her late 20s to early 30s and the woman who murdered my son was 65+, meaning this "Tod Murphey woman" could possibly be the daughter or granddaughter of my son's murderer.

Yes, I am aware no one online knew I was a wheelchair user - its because I don't feel a need to talk about my disabilities. and yes, know, no one online knew I was mute, because again, I don't talk about my disabilities. And yes, I know, no one online knew I was born blind, because again, I feel no need to talk about it.

So why talk about it now?

Because, there is someone LOCAL, offline, going around old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine, CLAIMING to be me, someone, who is NOT in a wheelchair, NOT mute, and NOT blind, and most people THOUGH she was me, because most people were unaware I was in a wheelchair, mute, and blind.

And in May 2025, she showed at the house of someone who really does know me, and knew she wasn't me, and alerted me to what was going on. If a woman who is capable of walking, capable of speaking, or capable of seeing, shows up at your house claiming to be me - call your local police, because she is NOT me. She's also, I'm told claiming to be "EelKat". I am NOT EelKat. EelKat is a fictional character from my novels - she is a talking space cat from Planet Ptarmagin, who travels the galaxy collecting space eels.

I NEVER call myself EelKat.

I am and WENDY.

I also never call my homeless friend ETIOLE, and I never call my car The GOLDENEAGLE.

Etiole, is another fictional character from my novels, he is a silverskinned merman, and his title is Captain Goldeneagle, as he is the a pilot of EelKat's starship. I write novels and this person, whoever it is, seems to not be able to tell the difference between fictional novels and reality.

Whoever this is who is going around pretending to be me, clearly does not know me, otherwise they would know I'm in a wheelchair, am mute, and am blind, AND they would know I am not EelKat, my friend is not Etiole, and my car is not the Goldeneagle.

I find it deeply concerning that someone is doing this. I don't long it's been happening, as I've not had contact with ANYONE -not friends, not family, no one, since 2013, when my son was murdered, the same day I was crippled and paralized from a broken spine - and I've spent the 11 years since relearning to walk. I'm only just starting to stand up and move around again the past couple of months, and I'm finding out that in those 11 years while I was paralized, and also NO online either, someone has been working over time in creating hundreds of online accounts with various versions of "eelkat" (eeelkat, eiikat, realeelkat, ect) and claiming to be me, claiming to be an alien abductee, claiming my car is haunted, claiming my homeless friend is an alien... all things I neither claim nor believe, and NOW I'm finding out, not only have they been impersonating me online with this massive slander campaign, now I'm finding out, they've been doing it locally offline too.

The FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation, says he believes it's the woman who murdered my son, and/or her friends or relatives doing it.

I have no clue. But I'm not happy one bit to find out someone has been doing these things while I've been spending the last 11 years recovering from a broken spine.

NO! Us being Gypsies doesn't give your white asses the right to do these things!

No! Your claim that Stephen King TOLD YOU TO DO IT, also doesn't give you the right to do it!

NO! I don't care how many tv show interviews Stephen King did giving MY HOME ADDRESS out on national television, that STILL doesn't give you to right to show up here in my yard!

No! Witches are not real - learn to tell the difference between fiction and reality!

No! haunted cars do not exist! Get your head out of fiction and start paying attention to the real world world for a change!

No! spell casting and curses are not real, stop being a fucking fantasy prone retard and learn the difference between what is real and what's not!

Stay out of my yard, get away from my cars, stop trespassing on my farm, leave my family alone... 

GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES!

I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass Stephen King questions! Stop harassing me! The Stephen King rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about Stephen King! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass gay hating agendas! Stop harassing me! The gay Erotica rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about gay rights! I didn't even know what the word gay ment before the police told me in 2015! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass haunted car questions! Stop harassing me! The Golden Eagle is a Merman character from my books, it's NOT the name of my car! My car is not haunted! The Goldeneagle rumors were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about my car! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass amphibious aliens questions! Stop harassing me! The rumors that my homeless veteran friend is an alien were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I don't make videos about my friend, nor about aliens or demons or cryptids or whatever other stupid thing you are calling him! Those fucking videos you are finding are DEEP FAKES created by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

I'm tired of you people coming here with your stupid ass witch accusations! I'm a Mormon! I'm not a witch! Stop harassing me! The rumors that my being a witch were started by the fucking bitch who murdered my son, to try to turn the FBI murder investigation off her scent!

As there seems to be quite a few people claiming that someone talked to them, while claiming to be representing me and speaking on my behalf, I will say it again:

TRUST NO ONE who claims to be my representative: NO ONE.

ESPECALLY NOT my parents or Ben or anyone calling themselves an Atwater.

I NEVER have a "go between".

I do EVERYTHING face to face in person.

If you did NOT talk to ME IN PERSON FACE TO FACE, you did NOT get my permission for ANYTHING.

There is NO representative or agaent or any other type of person who "speaks for me" or "speaks on my behalf" and ANYONE telling you they are such a person is a SCAM ARTIST who is pulling a scam on you!

There has NEVER been such a person EVER in my entire life!

Whomever it is you are talking to who is telling you they represent me: THEY ARE LYING TO YOU AND YOU HAVE BEEN DECIEVED BY THEM! Report them to the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder.

And as one person said Ben is going around saying he is such a person... NO, he is NOT!

Ben is a gay hating prick who DOES NOT speak on my behalf. He has an extreme toxic hatred for the gay character of my novels and a nasty habit of going behind my back, to work up his fellow gay-haters into frenzies, which result in vandalism of my yard and harassment of my family. INCLUDING - he is the FBI's 3 primary suspect for being the one who hired the backhoe driver who drove over my house, for being the one who told the gold club woman where I would be the night she murdered HIS 8 month old infant son and crippled his WIFE, me.

There is evidence, which came forward in 2025, that suggests Ben is the one who hired the backhoe driver to drive over our house, BECAUSE we had just finished building a baby room on the back, and he, Ben, didn't want the baby, so hired the backhoe to destroy the house and erase evidence that he had a son.

There is evidence, that Ben was involved in the golf club woman as well.

In fact there's a LOT of evidence, that Ben has been paying a LOT of people, to do a lot of the vandalism and harassment.

There is a LOT of evidence that Ben is working very hard to erase all evidence that he ever had a son, and is going out of his way to gaslight everyone around me, to try to make them forget I had a son.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is going around behind my back, trying to sell my land.

There is a lot of evidence that the part of my land that was cut off, STOLEN, and sold to Don Cooliard, was actually done by Ben.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is the one going around telling people my Dodge is haunted.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is the one starting and spreading the rumours of Etiole being an alien and demon.

There is a lot of evidence that Ben is the one starting and spreading the Stephen King rumours.

There is a lot of evidence, that Ben is the one doing everything.

In June 2024, I drove to a state park, one I'd never been to before. It's not where I was going. I happened to see it as I was driving by to somewhere else. It was free to go in, so I figured it'd be a good place to stop, let my dog get a drink, and walk around for a few minutes to pee, before continuing on our drive. In that park is a waterfall. I took a picture of my dog by the waterfall, and sent it to Ben. No text, no words, nothing to say where we were. It took 20 minutes to walk from the parking lot to the waterfall. And another 20 minutes to get back to the car after taking the picture and sending it to Ben. By the time I got to my car, the blond golf club woman was there sitting beside my car, waiting for me. No one but Ben knew I was there.

In November 2024, I mentioned in a text, the name of some very obscure politician, asking Ben if he knew who that was. In less then ten minutes, and entire gangs of strangers showed up, surrounded by Dad's apartment, pounding on the windows, chanting that politician's name. 

May 2025. I send Ben a text, ask him, if he can drive me to WalMart, as I was hurting to much to drive. He asked why. My response: "To buy fabric for a costume for PortCon." It takes Ben 30 minutes to get here, I walk my dog before I leave, less then 5 minutes have passed since I texted Ben. When I get down by the road with my dog, woman is standing in my driveway yelling: "I hear your going to PortCon this year, bitch! You better not go to PortCon this year, bitch!" The text to Ben, was the first and only time I had mentioned PortCon to anyone in over a year, because I had previously said I would not be going in 2025.

November 14, 2013: I had declared, weeks prior, to everyone, I would not be attending Phi Theta Cappa, because Ben would not allow it, as it was on a Sunday. Fifteen minutes before it started, I got in the car and drove to the college. I told only 3 people: Ben, my father, and my mother who was living with Wayne at the time. No one else knew I was gonna be there. The golf club woman was waiting for me. She paralized me and murdered my son.

And now 11 years later, I'm finding out, Ben has been telling people that my injuries were caused by falling on the ice in Biddeford, in February, months after the injury actually occurred. Why? Why is he doing that? Why is he lying about how I got injured?

I've also found out, that nearly every injury I've ever had...Ben tells his friend that it's my father who has those injuries. Why? Why is he doing that?

Ben keeps my wheelchair locked in his attaic so I rarely have access to using it. I've now found out, he's been telling people it's my father's wheelchair. But, my father's never had a wheelchair.

Pictures of my meals, food I have cooked, keep showing up online, Ben in the only person who has access to taking those pictures.

In 2014 and 2015, while I was paralized, my arms and my legs, someone hacked several of my social media accounts, most notably KBoards and Twitter. On KBoards they went through my posting history and rewrote everything into wild rambling gibberish about aliens, ufos, and demons... my posts were articles of how to write Gay Romance novels, Monster Porn novels, and self publish them on Amazon KDP... and suddenly all my articles were gone and replaced with crazy conspiracy theory shit, that had nothing to do with writing novels or self publishing at all. And it was not until 2015 that I found out about it and contacted KBoards and they locked the account and removed those posts on my request.

While over on Twitter, bizarre posts showed up: notably a LOT of posts mentioning the names of people I never heard of and to this day I still have no clue who they are. I found out about the Twitter hack in 2016, when the person named showed up... a threatened to kill me with what he called his "gopher gun", which appeared to be an old style sawed off shot gun, he was waving it over his head.

We never did find out who hacked my KBoards and Twitter accounts, but there was a lot of evidence to it being Ben. The ISPN came from the Biddeford MacArthur Library, so one did it from a local public access computer.

And, prior to April 2025, I have not had contact with my mother in over TWO DECADES.

Ben IS the high priest. And he is the ONLY ONE who knew where I was when the golf club woman returned to attack yet again July 2024, 2 weeks ago. Do NOT trust him. 

Do NOT trust Ben. He has been the biggest proponent in attempts to shut down the FBI murder investigate, including he is behind attempts to shut down this very website you are reading right now.

He lies to people telling them I am not his wife, something I have been since August 13, 1987. (I was born in 1975. He was born in 1949. You do the math. THAT is why he lies about having a wife.)

He tells people he has no son.

He tells people I was never pregnant.

In spite of his paying all my hospital bills with cash, he tells people I am not bedridden.

He tells people the FBI investigation is about the 10 cats the police confiscated from my mother.

He tells people the ten cats were mine.

The cats were my mother's, not mine.

The cat investigation was my mother, not me.

The cat investigation was the local police, not the FBI.

The FBI investigation was already going for several years before the cats even existed.

He lies a LOT.

An important thing to note here, is while USUALLY Ben denies there was ever a baby at all... SOMETIMES... this is the important part, the part that makes the FBI believe Ben hired the backhoe driver, and the golf club woman:

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that fallen angel Etiole was."

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that alien grey Etiole was."

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that Satan's demon Etiole was."

I'll explain why that's significant in a minute.

He's been caught in a lot of lies now, to a lot of people, about a lot of things. In fact, it's starting tolook like he's NEVER told to truth to ANYONE about ANYTHING, ever.

And chances are high, if Ben is the one telling you he speaks on my behalf, that EVERYTHING he gave you permission to do: you are doing ILLEGALLY and WITHOUT my prior knowledge or permission. AND you are likely being used by Ben as a pawn to bury evidence of his son's murder.

If Ben is telling you, you have my permission to do something: know that the permission he gave you, DID NOT come from me, and you just got yourself on the FBI's suspect list, for being involved in the ongoing anti-gay harassment of my family which resulted in my son's murder.

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I’ve always been very vocal about my beliefs and boy does that piss a lot of people off, but, hell, I’m not going to change how I feel just to gain a few extra views.

My writing has always been controversial, because my main character is a trans man (born female, lives as a male) and I started the series in 1978, it celebrates its 50th anniversary in 2028, 4 years from now. But weirdly, it remained largely ignored by LGBTQ haters, until 2013, just 11 years ago, when a local pastor found out I not only wrote gay romance, but with a trans main character.

And now the last few months because trans topics are in the news lately, I’m suddenly getting hate from family, including my husband.

My husband, whom I’ve been with since 1987, and and who was fully aware I wrote gay romance, a thing I had been doing over a decade before I met him, has suddenly after three decades of being okay with what I wrote, suddenly has been screaming and yelling and flinging ultimatums around demanding I stop writing a series I have been writing for nearly five decades, because as he puts it, it’s an embarrassment to him, his friends, his family, and his church… oddly the friends he’s referring to are people he met at a Trump MAGA rally less than a year ago, and he’s threatening divorce just to keep up appearances with a “god hates fag’s” group he’s started going to protests with.

What the hell?

You DO realize that it is HIS OWN SON who was murdered by a gang of fucking “God Hates Fags” jackasses who mistook me for being male to female transgender while I was 8 months pregnant, right?

And now he’s joined forces with the VERY SAME FUCKING GROUP that murdered his son?

His 8 month old infant son was MURDERED , his head bashed in with a golf club— while they were screaming that I was a gay Erotica write, something that anyone who has ever ACTUALLY READ my books, is fully aware I am not — I’ve never written a sex scene in my life — and yet he himself now calls my books gay Erotica, my own Husband who has hundreds of paperback copies of my books laying around everywhere, he could pick them up and read them himself… but no, he’d rather LIE about what I write, to show off to his fucking gay hating friends…

One friend in particular - one friend who Ben was with November 14, 2013, whom Ben was with April 10, 2015, and whom Ben was with 2 weeks ago, when Claire showed up again... it is VERY CLEAR that that friend, is a friend of Claire's, and ANYTHING you tell Ben, goes straight to Claire...the golf club woman who murdered his son.

His 8 month old infant son was MURDERED , his head bashed in with a golf club-by members of the very same vile, scum bag hate group, that he is now proudly a member of.

Trust NOTHING Ben says, because he's a fucking backstabbing traitor, who will do anything to cover up all evidence of his own son's murder, and I do not know why.

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Some points to consider:

-Ben is a UFOlogist; I know nothing about UFOs

-the UFO rumours are being started by Ben and his friends Rick, Larry, and Dave - the FBI has found plenty of evidance of this, including that it is Ben and his friends whom have been posting the UFO bullshit about me online.

-Ben believes in aliens; I do not

-the alien rumours are being started by Ben and his friends Rick, Larry, and Dave - the FBI has found plenty of evidance of this, including that it is Ben and his friends whom have been posting the alien bullshit about me online.

-Ben calls Etiole an alien and a demon; I do not

-Ben has forced me to have DNA tests done to prove that I am not a demon; Ben, his friends, and several of my Atwater uncles, all fully believe I am not a Human, claim I was changed by a Demon, claim the Human child was stolen and replaced with a demon, and claim, that the DNA company who did the DNA testing they forced me to have in 2019, was working for Satan and tampered with the DNA test results; Ben, his friends Rick, Dave, and Larry, and several of my Atwater uncles are very that the DNA test results showed, that not only am I Human, but also, I'm far more BLACK then I am white... this would be due to my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater who was 50% Native American and 50% Black - he mother was a prostitute in Portland, Maine in the late 1880s to 1920s, and her father was a Black man from Hati. He is NOT the man the Atwaters list as her father. The man the Atwaters list as Eva's father, was in fact her older sister's father, and is only Eva's step-father, he is not her biological father. The Black man from Hati is Eva's biological father. We do not know his name because the Atwaters, destroyed all documents related to him. In any case, Ben forced me to be DNA tested in 2019 because he wanted to prove to the Sanford Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints, that I was a DEMON and the DNA test results proved I was a Human instead, and since 2021, Ben, his friends Rick, Larry, and Dave, along with several of my Atwater uncles - have taken to massive levels of slandering me and the homeless friend who I let live in my 1964 Dodge 330, Demons, while raving that the DNA company tampered with results.

aka:

_Ben had me DNA tested in 2019, in an attempt to try to convince people at his church, that I was a demon

-but the test results proved I was a Human, so he accused the DNA testing company of being demons working for Satan, and accused them of tampering with the test results, to cover up my being a Demon, to deliberatly decieve him.

-side note: this is the same guy who 3 years in a row ran around PortConMaine convention accusing people in costumes of being Demons, and claimed they were that demons had told them what costums to wear in order to manifest more demons.

I've been going to Portcon comic convention for almost every year since it started, and never once was i harassed, until the first time ben went, and i got cornered by a gang of his sanfard ward church friends. and they did it again the following year. portcon by the way, lost it's contract with the Maine Mall and has to move in 2026, because of the massive gang of religion crazed hoodlums who stormed the Maine Mall during portcon 2023 to vandalize round 1 and beat up cosplayers. those were ben's friends from the sanfard ward church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints who did that...

they went around chanting "god hates fags!" and yelling racist slurs at black people and asian people and were stuffing "repeat sinner!" bible tracks in everyone's coat pockets and backpacks. they were hitting and pushing (to hurt them aka pushing them off the side walk in front of cars on the big road in front of the maine mall) anyone they thought was gay or transgender while yelling anti-trans and anti-gay hate slurs.

after they left portcon 2023, they went to my dad's apartment and poisoned my dog mickie who died the following day.

that's the kind of friend ben keeps.

-Ben believes in demons; I do not

-Ben believes in demons, and so don't his creepy ass church friends

-Ben believes my car is haunted; I do not

-Ben went to school with Stephen King in 1968; I did not, I was not born yet in 1968

-Ben knows Stephen King, they went to Southern Maine University together in 1968 a full decade before I was even born; I have never met Stephen King, though one of my uncles and 23 of my cousins are in fact the squaters in Bangor that are constantly on the news about how Stephen King is dealing with a group of deranged squaters - those squarters who keep landing in Stephen King's yard - those would be the same same Atwater uncles who call my car haunted, claim I am a demon, claim my homeless friend is  an alien, and are friends with Ben, and forced me to have the DNA testing - THEY are the ones obsessed with Stephen King and spreading rumors about my car being connected to Stephen King

-Ben and Stephen King went to Southern Maine University together in 1968

I went to Southern Maine Community College in 2013; not the same college at all

-Ben is obsessed with Stephen King; I am not

-Ben watches all of Stephen King's movies; I have never seen a Stephen King movie

-Ben is a cryptozoologist; I know nothing about cryptids

99.99% of the stuff that people attribute to me, is stuff that BEN does and believes, and stuff that I do NOT do and do NOT believe

-there is considerable evidence that the person attributing those things to me, IS in fact Ben himself

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

TRUST NO ONE who claims to be my representative: NO ONE.

ESPECALLY NOT my parents or Ben or anyone calling themselves an Atwater.

I NEVER have a "go between".

I do EVERYTHING face to face in person.

If you did NOT talk to ME IN PERSON FACE TO FACE, you did NOT get my permission for ANYTHING.

I NEVER wear pants. I ALWAYS wear antique mumu and kimono that my grandmother gave me.
I always wear a scarf, veil, or hijab

I am crippled, I ALWAYS have a cane, walker, rollator, or wheelchair; I can not walk or run.

I am MUTE. You CAN NOT talk to me, you have to WAIT for me to WRITE MY RESPONCE on a notebook.

I am legally blind... I always wear dark glassed to block out light, because my eyes are hyper sensitive to light; when you talk to me I look at YOUR VOICE not your face, because I am BLIND and I can not see your face.

These people you say you are talking to? It is VERY EASY to prove they are not me, both in how I dress, and by my physical deformities, and my physical disabilities.

There is NO representative or agent or any other type of person who "speaks for me" or "speaks on my behalf" and ANYONE telling you they are such a person is a SCAM ARTIST who is pulling a scam on you!

There has NEVER been such a person EVER in my entire life!

Whomever it is you are talking to who is telling you they represent me: THEY ARE LYING TO YOU AND YOU HAVE BEEN DECIEVED BY THEM! Report them to the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder.

If you know who my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

For those who don’t know, Ben has D.I.D. (Dissociative Identity Disorder sometimes referred to as Multiple Personality Disorder, at least 7 persons known of so far, none of them has any memory or knowledge of any of the others, nor believes in the existence of any of the others - even when shown video footage of each other; most prominent are one who calls himself “The High Priest” and one who calls himself “The UFOlogist”) and Schizophrenia and won't take meds.

Ben has manic episodes where he thinks everyone around him is a Demon, believes cars are haunted by ghosts or aliens, has convinced himself that I am an alien abductee and can't be trusted because I side with "the greys",.... totally wild endless demon and alien filled delusions that just make him really had to live with but he ain't got no one else who will put up with him. It is “The High Priest” who usually is the one having “demon encounters” and it is “The UFOlogist” who most often has a alien/UFO encounters.

Both are nightmares to be around and it has reached a point where I will not set foot in the same building with him, if he is in “High Priest” or “UFOlogist” mode, due to “The High Priest” is a violent woman hating misogynist who wouldn’t think twice about beating the shit out of any female who dared exist within a mile of him…simply because ALL females are literal demons from Hell, according to him, and he believes NO female has the right to exist.

The “High Priest” has gotten progressively more violent in recent years, and has started “preaching” wild megalomaniactic “god hates fags” (Westborough Baptist Church) doctrine, has started attending something he terms as "anti-gay "rallies" and has become very mean and hateful to my gay friends, my trans best friend (whom people refer to as “Etiole”, and my trans sibling.

Ben's "High Priest" persona is EXCEPTIONALLY MEAN, VERY full of 100% HATRED for all things: female, gay, or trans. he raves and rants his hatred for them all the time. I don't like being near Ben when he is in high priest mode, because he is very mean and scary then.

Ben, in any of his other personas, is tame, calm, docile, kind... but The High priest is deranged, raving and ranting, hateful, and I don't fell nothing even remotly close to being safe around him in high priest mode. Ben's High Priest persona is a terrifying power crazed hater of everything.

And the stuff the FBI has uncovered, it looks like it is Ben's "high priest" persona who has been doing a lot of this stuff with the vandalism, the harassment, the murder of our son, spreading the alien rumours, spreading the Stephen King rumours... EVERYTHING is all linking back to Ben and his friend Rick.

I've been married to Ben since I was 8 years old, a thing I had no choice in, so I've been with him for 42 years now, and I've always been terrified of his "high priest" alt ego, but, I've also never been allowed out of that room that I was kept in for 28 years since I was 8 years old. I only first had contact with people outsside of the Atwater family for the first time in my life in 2010 when Ben was in Wales and I snuck out and got my driver's lisnce, GED, and started college.

I had never seen a single Human who was not part of the Atwater Clan before 2010. 

Even still now in 2025, I've only had face to face contact with none Atwater humans less then a hundred times.

I wasn't evemn in college long enough to start taking the regular class.

Because I had zero education at all, I had to be taught everything right from Kindergarten level, at age 31... the entire of 2010, 2011, and 2012 in college, that was all just taking K5, grade 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 remindial classes... and I had only just started my first math class in 2013 the semester of the golf club attack, so I have not yet learned numbers and counting or addition or clocks or measurments yet.

I wasn't even in college long enough to learn numbers and counting!

And the FBI is saying now, they think it was Ben and his friend Rick who were behind all of the golf club woman too, because the FBI said, the stuff that happened to me in 2013 at the college, they said same things happened to Rick's wife in 2016 in Utah. And the FBI says Ben was paying Rick three thousand dollars a month from 2013 through 2015. The FBI says, they think Rick and Ben planned to get rid of their wives and, they think Ben thought it was a joke but Rick was serious, and they said that Ben was complaining to a lot of people in 2013 that he really hated the idea of me in college.

I am so confused about all of it. 

As for the guy people call "Etiole", I don't call him "Etiole", Ben does.

I don't believe "Etiole" is an alien. Ben does.

I don't believe in aliens at all. Ben does.

I don't believe in ghosts or hauntings. Ben does.

I don't believe in ufos. Ben does.

I don't believe in demons. Ben does.

I never told anyone, either online or offline about "Etiole". except Ben. Which means ALL the information being posted online about "Etiole", on podcasts, of Coast to Coast AM Radio Station, on YouTube videos... ALL of it, was sourced from Ben. And we did learn, that it was Ben's fellow high priest from the Sanfard Ward Church who did the Coast to Coast AM Raido interview in September of 2021. We found out in September of 2024, when Coast to Coast Radio drove their entire mega-sized box-truck Radio station on wheels here to Maine to interview me, and I had no clue this radio station even existed or that they had been for several years now doing a series of segments about me, my so called "haunted car", and my friend "Etiole".

And Coast to Coast  said they thought I knew, in fact, they thought I had been sending people to them, and they thought I was expecting them to show up, because according to them, it's a lot of people who know me, or rather claim to know me... it's a lot of people I never heard of, but are on the church member rousters on Ben's Saco and Sanford churches... oh... they gave me a list. Several "Atwaters" have been calling in giving Coast too Coast interviews about me, Rick, some guy named Todd who I found out was the Bishop's grandson... a lot of people, who are friends when,, BEN, not me... I don't go to the same church Ben does. I am a member of the Cape Elizabeth Church of ?Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints. I have never attended the Saco Ward church at all, not once in my entire life, and I've only ever visited the Sabnfard Ward church fewer then a dozen times in my entire life. Ben was High Priest in Saco Ward Church and Sanfard Ward Church. The people in those two churches are Ben's friends, not mine.

And I'm left to wonder, how many people gave those interviews because they actually believede the bull shit alien and ufo and haunted car lies they were spewing about me.... vs how many of them were just fucking saying whatever they were paid to say?

FBI says Ben was paying Rick $3k a month.

What the fuck?

When asked, Ben says "I never posted anything online, I never contacted Coast to Coast"... no... but I but all his friends did... DOZENS of his friends from multiple churches... and Ben was the ONLY person I ever mentioned "Etiole" to. Ben turns out to be a fucking gossip... as we've now found FIVE different NONE-MORMON Churches that he ALSO ran around blabbing about "etiole", "aliens", "demons", and "haunted cars" to.

There are women in those interviews, who claim, "Etiole" raped them.... uh... yeah... about that... "Etiole" is transgender. He's a transman. That means he is biologically female, has a vagina, not a penis, and is actually a cis-woman living as a man. "Etiole" was a Jewish World War 2 fighter pilot from France, a part of some group called "sky witches" or something, I'm not sure, it's what "Etiole" called it. I don't know anything about WW2 history and I've never looked up his story... she was tortured in a concentration camp, severely scarred and burned. Was on a ship of refugees that arrived in Old Orchard Beach in 1953, and was immediately bullied by locals because, she literally has no skin, it's was peeled off because she had tattoos. So she ran out into the woods, the Ross Forest, started living as a man, and has been a hermit roaming all over the forests of Maine ever since. 

SHE.

Etiole is biologically a female, not a male.

Etiole is a transman.

Let me repeat this part from before:

An important thing to note here, is while USUALLY Ben denies there was ever a baby at all... SOMETIMES... this is the important part, the part that makes the FBI believe Ben hired the backhoe driver, and the golf club woman:

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that fallen angel Etiole was."

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that alien grey Etiole was."

• SOMETIMES Ben does in fact acknowledge there was a baby, but he says: "I wasn't the father, that Satan's demon Etiole was."

Ben HATES "Etiole". He's never made a secret of that.

I've had 7 miscarriages, because I have endometriosis, so it's very difficult for me to carry a pregnancy full term.

Ben has never cared about any of the babies. Ever.

He's never been sad or upset when the miscarriage happened.

All of them happened before I was 17, because after I turned 18, I found I as an adult had rights I didn't have as a child, including, the right to say no to sex.

Ben convinced himself that "Etiole" was the father of the baby, and the FBI believes that to be the motive behind the backhoe being paid to drive over my house, just days after we finished adding a baby room to the back of the house.

But also... I was removed from public school,when I was 8 years old, the same year I became Ben's wife, and to this day, I don't know why I was removed from school. I have almost no memories of the event.

My never having gone to school, past eight years old, SEEMED to be my parents doing, but in recent months the FBI has uncovered a lot that would indicate it was in fact Ben, who was the one who did not want me in school.

In 2010, three things happened, and Ben had a meltdown both times: 

• I got a driver's license...at age 35.

• I secretly went to night school at the Old Orchard Beach High School and got my GED...at age 35.

• I enrolled in college...at age 35

I did all of this while Ben was overseas in Wales and, I for the first time in my entire life, had freedom to do things without Ben lording over my every move.

And the entire time I was in college, Ben continually kept showing up, coming into class and stomping around mad. Several times the teachers had to call security to take him out.

He started showing up at study hall and having crazed white power anti-black meltdowns at my study partner, a Black man from Ghana, named Pius.

And then I did the unthinkable: I got a job. An evil thing for little female me to do. Nearly as evil as female me, driving a car, and almost as evil as female me getting an education.

Ben started showing up at work. Macy's at the Maine Mall, RGIS at various places, and HallMark Greeting Cards, again at various places.

He went full stalker mode. Not allowing me to go to college or work, without him. Showing up and having meltdowns if I just got in my car and drove to class or work like a any sane normal person would do.

It started to become very clear that it was Ben, and not my parents whom had removed me from public school at 8 years old, and it that's when I started missing classes... because someone cut the break lines on my car, 7 different times, the power steering line three different times; on four different occasions my tires were slashed; once someone poured etching fluid on my windshield and had to be replaced.

Another time, Ben simply removed the driver's seat from my car amnd hid it in a storage unit.

These things happened every few days for three years 2010 to 2013... and ended when on November 14, 2013, our son was murdered and I was left crippled and in a wheelchair by a woman wielding a golf club... whom the FBI believes Ben hired, because Ben was so enraged that I, a lowly female, had dared defy him, a dominate male, a learn to read and write.

The FBI believes Ben WANTED me crippled and in a wheelchair, so that I couldn't get out of his overly posessive sight ever again.

The FBI believes Ben started the rumours about "etiole" being a demon, my Dodge being haunted, the Stephen King rumors, and "Etiole" being the baby Xavier's father... ALL as a way to gaslight people into forgetting there was a baby, ALL to use "etiole" as a scapegoat, and ALL to punish me, a female, for committing the sin of trying to have and education and get a job.

The FBI believes my son was murdered because I was a female to defied males by learning to read and write.

So what about "Etiole"? Who is he?

He's not an alien.

He's not a demon.

He's a servery traumatized WW2 veteran. Who has an uncanny ability to predict death.

Every once in a while 4 or 5 times a year "Etiole" will randomly leave the woods, and seek out someone to tell vision he had to. Most people never believe him. I did believe, so he started coming and telling me every time, because I was the only person who would sit down and listen to him. He's never been wrong. Not once in 50 years. I don’t have an explanation for how he sees or knows things before they happen. But he's never been wrong.

And THAT is where the alien and demon rumours come from.

Every warning "Etiole" has ever given me has happened within 30 days of him saying it would. But in every case, the warning he gave, came to pass in less than 30 days, and every person I told, violently turned on me, accusing me of being a witch, him of being a demon, and both of us of casting curses. 

His messages are not cryptic. They are very highly detailed. Exact person, exact events, exact location…and that is the problem. I know exactly what will happen, to who, how, by whom, and when… and, I was only an eight year old child, in the early days, so I didn't know NOT to tell adults, what "Etiole" had told me... and I told my husband, because who else is an eight year old child going to tell.

Yeah, let that sink in for a minute.

Ben's immediate response was to tell me, his eight year old wife, that I had encountered a demon. I took Ben into the woods to meet "Etiole" and Ben stood there face to face with "Etiole" and said there was nothing there. "Etiole" tried to shake Ben's hand. Ben put his hands behind his back, stared up at the clouds and said: "Nope. I don't believe it. There's nothing there."

Ben has encountered "Etiole" dozens of times, and has responded this exact same way every time.

Ben is the one who started telling people "Etiole" was my "imaginary friend". By the time I was twelve, Ben had started telling people that "Etiole" was "an alien grey", a thing he was bragging about throughout the 1980s at the Cape Elizabeth Church.

In the early 1990s, a local Wicca Coven started attended the Cape Elizabeth Church. They were from that little "village" across the street from JoAnn's fabric. The missionaries had brought them. They attended church services every week for about a year before one by one they all returned to their Wicca coven and declared they didn't want to become Mormons. Ben, who was mission president's assistant at the time, had a total meltdown over it. And suddenly, started calling 90% of all females he encountered "witches", including me, even though I knew absolutely nothing about witchcraft.

He started weekly dragging me to the state presidents office demanding I "confess my sins of witchcraft". Two different Stake Presidents (first Seymore and then Earnshaw) kept reminding Ben that Mormons aren't Catholics and don't have confession, but Ben would hear nothing of it. He started telling them about "Etiole" at that point Ben was calling "Etiole" "a demon familiar".And we was still driving the 1964 Dodge 330 as our daily driver back then too. "Etiole" had not yet started living in it.

When the 1964 Dodge 330 stopped running, I gave "Etiole" a key to it, so he could sleep in it at night, because he was homeless, and often getting sick from sleeping outside in the rain. I was not yet a teenage, either, and had been married to Ben more then half my life already.

Ben is constantly preaching we should help the homeless, so, I saw no reason why I could not let my homeless friend sleep in my car at night... ten year old logic. 

Ben, started saying my Dodge was haunted, a few weeks after I started letting "Etiole" sleep in it at night.

In the early days Ben said it was a "demon" living in the car, but around the time of my turning fourteen, he started saying it was "an alien grey" living in the car. He now goes back and forth between the two, sometimes saying "alien", sometimes saying "demon."

if I tell any one, I will, as has happened over two hundred times in the last fifty years, be blamed for using witchcraft to cause it.

If I tell anyone and say he’s the one who told me, he will, as has happened over two hundred times in the last fifty years, be accused of being a demon and blamed for causing it.

He had predicted April 10, 2015, on March 31, 2015, with vivid accuracy. And the entire internet has seen what was done to me and him, by the person primarily involved with April 10, 2015.

August 8, 2013, a backhoe was driven over my house, 3 days after a prediction he made, came true. November 14, 2013, my 8 month old month old son was murdered and I was paralized, and today still not yet recovered, because a week prior, another of his predictions had come true. May 10, 2010, my car was cut in half, the 1964 Dodge 330 that he was living in, cut in half by a deranged group of women from the saco Ward Chrurch of Juesus Christ of Later Day Saints (Ben's church, not mine) who in arrived in my yard armed with chainsaws and chanting “kill the car, kill the demon” they decimated my, while trying to kill him, because 12 days earlier a child died in a bathtub while it’s mother was on the phone, less then a week, after he walked into that church and told all of them, not to leave a child unattended in a bathtub, one would drown before the week was out it they did.

NOTE that my 1964 Dodge 330 was cut in half, in May 2010... a few weeks after I started college in February 2010... which is why the FBI further believes Ben to be the instigator of EVERYTHING. EVERY SINGLE act of violence.

The FBI says Ben "has more money then he knows what to do with" and they say too that Ben "thinks he can buy anyone" and the FBI also says that Ben HAS BEEN going around handing out very large wads of cash to a suspicious amount of people who might otherwise have come forward with evidence about my son's murder, had Ben not been in the habit of paying them hundreds of dollars, quite regular, in cash.

As for why "etiole" was targeted as the scapegoat of all this: "Etiole" predicts death. Deaths that can be avoided. Deaths that won’t happen, if his warning is heeded. He's admittingly, somewhat crazy sounding when you talk to him, and evil people like to take advantage of people they deem "crazy", like "Etiole"

"Etiole" predicts death with vivid accuracy. And that’s why all the locals are scared shitless of him. Because he’s a hermit, who almost never comes out of the woods, rarely is seen even in the forest, and only ever comes out in public, when he’s had a vision and tries to help people, tries to prevent that vision from happening. But he’s always ignored. He’s been doing this since the 1950s, several decades before I was born.

I’ve seen, time and time again, how incredibly accurate his predictions are. And because I believed him, I have many times tried to warn people “He says ___ is going to happen, you need to not do ___ within the next 30 days.”

The problem is, just simply that, no one ever believes him, no one has ever believed me either… BUT… because I’ve “predicted” with vivid accuracy, over 200 deaths in the last 50 years, via forwarding "Etiole" predictions TO BEN and BEN ONLY, I get accused of causing those deaths. I get accused of being a witch. I get accused of casting spells and curses. I get accused of being demon possessed. And I get mobs of very angry people showing up in my yard -people somehow connected to whoever it is who died that time-who show up with guns and chainsaws and golf clubs and fists, or backhoes - I’ve had five house on my land -one was blown up by a bomb (2006), 3 were driven over by a backhoe (2001, 2007, 2013), 1 was burned to the ground (2006).

I gave up rebuilding because the Old Orchard Beach Police each time, arrive shrug and say “What can ya do? Boys will be boys?”

Those “boys being boys” also:

-beat my horse’s head in with a brick (1994),

-poisoned my goat (1985),

-cut the heads off of 75 pet bantam roosters and hung their bodies from rope nooses in my rose bushed (2007),

-Cleo’s head was nailed to my motorhome door her intestines used as decorations on the aweing of my motorhome which is why I painted it pink because no other colour would cover up the blood stains (2015),

-poisoned my dog (2023),

-poisoned my cats (2007),

-chopped up my 1974 Gremlin with a sledge hammer and chain saw(1987) - its what’s in those 12 five gallon buckets sitting in my yard; did the same thing to my 1976 Gremlin and my 1978 Hornet (1988),

-chopped up my 1964 Dodge (2010)...

I mean I could go on and list all two hundred plus of the things deranged locals of Old Orchard Beach have done, the FBI already has that list of all things though and it takes too much space to list them all here.

And in every attack, as the FBI points out, the ONLY person who knew what "etiole" had said, was BEN, because I never told anyone else.

Ben is the ONLY person, I ever told anything about "etiole" to at all.

So those people who attacked, they could ONLY have gotten their information from: BEN.

I have Autism. Low Functioning. What is often refered to as "The RainMan Type". Meaning I'm also classified as MUTE. I have "selective mutism" and "semi-verbal functioning". There are exactly seven people whom I am able to talk to, and everyone else I can not form verbal words, and I don't know why. While in college I took speach therapy and vocabulary, and public speaking classes every single semester and I still can not speak verbally to anyone but those same seven people, and it is very frustrating to not be able to talk, to not be able to communicate... and for some reason, Ben has taken it upon himself, WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE OR PERMISSION, to use my mutism as an excuse to call himself my "representative", even though he is NOT my representative. I have NO representative.

ZERO.

NO ONE speaks for me.

NO ONE is authorized to do or say ANYTHING on my behalf, ESPECIALLY NOT BEN!

So, you can see, why I am hesitant to talk about "Etiole” . My houses, all on the same spot of land, are oblitherated, my cars chopped up into tiny pieces, my pets chopped into tiny pieces and draped all over my yard, my 8 month infant son murdered, I’m crippled and in a wheelchair because of a crazy woman with a golfclub… and in EVERY one of all 200+ attacks, it was ALWAYS because days prior “Etiole” came out of the forest, and predicted a horrible event, the people warned of that event laughed, a few days later it happened, and few days after that they go bat shit crazy on me accussing me of having done it via witchcraft curses.

But you can also see now, WHY Ben is the FBI's number one suspect for EVERYTHING: including the backhow driving over my house, my cars being vandalised, my online accounts being hacked, my being crippled, AND my son's murder.

Update added May 31, 2025

Uhm, I am getting some weird messages and I don’t trust things that show up privately, so I’m going to answer publicly, and I assume the one who messaged me will see it, and this should answer their question.

No, I do not have a brown log cabin. What are you talking about? My house at 146 Portland Av, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, was a 9 foot wide by 16 foot long beach hut, originally white with green trim when it was built in 1942, and repainted yellow with brown trim in July 2013 when we got the building permit to add the baby room onto the back. Deranged bigots drove over it with a backhoe August 8, 2013, then the same people returned November 14, 2013 murdered my 8 month old son with a golf club and paralyzed me at the same time. I have been HOMELESS for eleven years now, and am still relearning to walk. I have over THIRTY MILLION in medical bills from my broken spine and physical therapy. So I have not been able to afford to rebuild a house yet. 

You are seeing me out any about with a walker now because yes, I’ve ONLY just STARTED to have enough strength in my legs to walk, but not unaided. I’m still wheelchair bound and bed ridden over 80% of the day, I only have enough strength to use the walker 1 or 2 times a day about 30 minutes each time.

Yes, I am the one who wears the “Middle eastern garb”, we are Gypsies, part Native American Kickapoo Tribe, part Persian&Mongolian Middle Eastern. Yes I ALWAYS wear veils and hijab. No I have never worn pants in my entire life. Yes, I ONLY wear floor length caftan and kimono. Nearly ALL of my cloths are neon pink, neon orange, or bright red, I wear almost nothing else. You ARE going to know it’s me if you see me.

No, I am NOT an animal rights activist, nor a vegan, I wear fur coats and eat seafood and dairy quite regularly.

No, I am not the founder of the Procter and Gamble boycott. The Boycott was founded in 1973, TWO YEARS BEFORE I WAS BORN in 1975. That alone should tell you the person you are talking to is lying to you.

NO, anyone you see wearing pants, wearing “American cloths”, or without their head covered, is NOT me.

No, I do not own ANY of the cars you listed. I own ONLY THREE cars:

1992 Volvo with murals painted on it

1975 Dodge Sportsman painted neon pink and glow in the dark lime green.

1964 Dodge 330 Coronet, painted orange. No, is it not haunted, nor are there demons living in it, nor are there aliens living in it. If you believe that cars can be haunted or if you believe aliens or demons are real, I would suggest you seek a psychiatrist because it sounds like you have schizophrenia. I am getting tired of you clearly deeply mentally disturbed people running around slandering me, my family, my friends, and my cars with your stupid ass retarded rumours about aliens, demons, hauntings, and whatever other crazy ass bull shit you've come up with the slander me and my cars with.

I do not know anyone who owns any of the cars you listed, so I do not know who owns them, and no the woman driving them is NOT me, so you NEED to call the police next time you encounter her and report her for impersonating me.

My NEIGHBOUR at 144 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine did recently build a brown log cabin. But that's my neighbour next door, not me. Is that the brown log cabin you are talking about? Maybe? I don't know. But if is it... That's not mine, that's next door to me.

Coming over here and threatening to "burn down the little brown log cabin while your family is inside" doesn't do a damned bit of good, because it is not MY "little brown log cabin" and the people who live there are NOT my family. You're threatening the wrong damned person you stupid retarded idiot. Plus I don't have a septic tank. I don't even know what you creeps are talking about!

There are so many people, mixing me up for someone else, steady, hundreds of times, for the past ten years, STEADY, ever since I became crippled. It's VERY OBVIOUSE that someone is taking advantage of the fact that I am bedridden, paralized, and from 2013 to 2021 UNABLE TO TYPE, WALK, or SPEAK, so was unable to respond to any of this.

Someone has spent the last decade pretending to be me, both online and offline and I do not know who she is or why she is doing it, but I am not happy about any of this at all.

THIS was my house here:

And these are my cars:

Okay, I'm answering a message that was sent here to me privatly, but due to the ongoing FBI investigation into my infant son's murder, my being crippled/paralized the same day by the same woman with the same golf club that murdered my son, and the backhoe that drove over my house a few weeks prior to his murder, and the FBI's belief that both the backhoe driving over my house August 8, 2013 and my son's murder November 14, 2013 were done by the same person, both as an attempt to drive me off my land so a 27 unit condo could be put there, I therefor do not answer anything privatly, so here's my answer to said message:

No. You do not seem to have any level of concept for how extrordinarily limited my ability to move my arms, even now 11 years later is.

I can not exstend my left hand forward enough to reach 17" in front of me. The average person can easily reach 24"+ in front of them.

I can not straiten my left arm far enough up, down, or ahead to reach 17".

I just measured, just now, to get the exact number for you. I can get my finger tips to tap against 16" ahead of me. I can bend slightly my fingers around something 8" in front of me. But to actually grip my fist around something, the item must be 4" directly in front of my belly, no higher, no lower, no further ahead.

As you are trying to say I was writing online between 2014 to 2021 (even though I was not able to move my fingers more then slight tremors during that period) it is very clear you have ZERO understanding of how INCREADIBLY disabled my arms, hands, and fingers really are, even now still in 2025, 11 years after the attack.

You don't seem to have an actual understanding of how very little movement i have in my arm. How narrow a distance i can reach ahead of me.

My left arm bends down, handing there dead and unmoving 24/7/365 for 11 years now, and it still does. The lower half from elbow to wrist, bends at an angle across my belly and stays there near completely immobile all day.

I returned to typing in May 2021, same day I returned to the internet after not being online since November 2013... anyone you saw posting ANYWHERE online between November 2013 to May 2021: WAS NOT ME, because my hands were PARALIZED between that time period.

Since May 2021, I've been typing not only with one hand, my right hand, but with only 3 fingers of one hand. I have no ability to type at all with ANY of my left hand fingers and for my right hand i am only able to move my thumb and first two fingers enough to type. Right now in 2025. It has taken me ELEVEN YEARS to regain enough nerve use of those three fingers, so that I can type what you are reading, right now.

When you understand how serverly crippled I actually am, you can then see the MASSIVE levels this online stalker has gone to between 2013 to 2021 to pretend to be me: Like I said before EVERYTHING being said about aliens, UFOs, demons, witchcraft, Stephen King, and haunted cars: NONE OF IT WAS SAID BY ME -- ALL OF IT was said by someone PRETENDING to be me, and taking advantage of the fact I was FULLY PARALIZED -- ARMS AND LEGS -- and not able to defend myself.

The FBI believes the person/s pretending to be me online are the SAME PEOPLE who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013 (see photo - my house July 4, 2013 vs August 8, 2013 -146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach) and murdered my son November 14, 2013, and crippled me also November 14, 2013.

And, I will say it again, if you have any information about my son’s murderer, DO NOT try to contact me... you MUST contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or at 1 Middle Street forth floor, Portland, Maine. He is in charge of the investigation into the backhoe, the murder, and my being crippled.

But the extreme limiting use of my hands is also why I use the cane in my right hand. I am supposed to be using my left hand for the cane. Dr gave me the cane and she tried to teach me to use it with left hand, because you are supposed to use cane on opposite side of injured hip, but my left hand is still near completely immobile, I can't move my fingers at all yet and can not hold cane in my left hand where it is supposed to be instead of my right hand. I had the underarm crutches for 18 months before switching to cane full time and the crutches were difficult because my arm would not bend so I could hold them correctly.

Even now in July 2025, 11 years after the woman attacked with the golf club, I do everything with my right thumb and 1st two fingers. I've almost no movement in my other 7 fingers

Its why I have not brushed my hair in several years. I can not both grip the brush, and lift my arm higher then my shoulder at the same time. And that’s my right arm which is my good arm.

Its why I have been having so much trouble cooking. I am still homeless these 11 years, later because the backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, and I have not yet recovered the injuries enough to go back to work, so I have not yet had money to rebuild my house again. Because I am homeless I go to my dad's apartment in Biddeford to cook, but it is very difficult as I cannot lift the pans once water is put in them. I can not open the top door of the freezer. I can not reach anything on the top 2 shelves or in the cupboards or on top of fridge. All because only one of my arms lifts higher then my belly level and the other doesn't go higher then shoulder level. Its extreme pain if I try to go higher.

So, no, again, you really are mixing me up with someone else, as I am far more disabled then you seem to be aware, and I am not physically capable of doing 90% of the things you are even talking about.

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

On November 14, 2013, she used a golf club to bash out the brains of my 8-month-old baby Xavier-Octavian Allen. She called herself “Claire” as though she thought I knew her, but I know no one named Claire and had never seen her before. She was about 65 years old and would be around 75 years old today in 2025. The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house on August 8, 2013, a few weeks before my son’s murder.

The FBI believes this woman who crippled me and murdered my baby on November 14, 2013, is connected to the backhoe that illegally drove over my house making me homeless on August 8, 2013.

Between June 2001 and continuing on into 2025, there have been over 200 violent attacks on 146 Portland Ave, Old orchard Beach, Maine, including the beheading of 75 pet roosters April 2007, whose headless bodies were hung in my rosebushes from rope nooses.

The FBI believes ALL of these events are being done in an attempt to drive me off my land. 

According to the FBI, in 2007, a developer went to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and filed an illegal building permit for a 27 unit condominium, on my land and CLAIMED to be the owner of my land. This land has been in my family since 1531, we are Native Americans of the Kickapoo tribe and there are more than 500 graves, most dating from the 1500s to 1600s on my land. 

This land has been in my family well over 500 years, and I inherited it from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen in 1983.

The FBI believes, ALL of the slander/rumours that falsely accuse me of being transgender were ALSO started by this woman who murdered my son, in a further attempt to drive me from my land via working locals of Old Orchard Beach into a trans-hating frenzy.

If you are a real estate agent and ANY ONE contacts you interested in buying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, PLEASE report that "client" IMMEDIATLY to FBI Agent Andy Drewer, head of my son's murder investigation, and head of the investigation into the 200+ acts of vandalism and hate crimes which have occurred at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine between 2001 to 2025.

If you have ANY information about ANY of the incidents, attacks, vandalisms, and hate crimes that took place between 2001 and 2025, on 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, please give that information to FBI agent Andy Drewer as well.

My land is not for sale and ANY ONE offering to buy it is likely connected to this woman who murdered my son.

ANYONE interested in buying my land has a HIGH PROBABILITY of being hired BY MY SON'S MURDERER, and you MUST send their information to the FBI.

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby.

She had distinctive two-inch wide stripes in her hair all the way around her head, platinum blond and dark reddish brown, in a pageboy haircut.

She drives a 1990s era gold Volvo 240gl station wagon

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

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

I found a pin that shows a similar hairstyle:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/tonos-de-cabello-rubio--322148179608879161/

She shows up at my yard (both in Old Orchard and in Biddeford), at my college classes, at my workplace... always violent and smashing things, always yelling "transvestite freak" and similar hate slurs about transgender people (she seems to believe I am transgender even though I am I cis woman, and her hatred of transgender people seems to be her primary motive.).

At one point the man who was with her called her "Vallerie". But she herself talked of herself (in a bizarre, not how normal people talk "3rd person") Claire. She kept saying things like "I'm Claire, bitch!" and "I'm Claire you fucking transvestite freak!"

She really, really, really, really was going overboard in emphasizing that her name was Claire - to the point that I am led to believe that her name is NOT Claire, and that she was in fact pretending to be someone else, who's name was Claire.

The fact that the man with her (who was later discovered to be a Biddeford police officer - he was identified in February 2025 when he was killed in a car accident in New Hampshire.) called her "Vallerie" and not "Claire" when he talked to her, indicates, that her name is more likely to be Valerie, then Claire.

But I know no one named either Vallerie or Claire, and outside of these events where she shows up and attacks, I've never seen this woman before and have no clue who she is.

She has attacked more then a dozen times, IN ADDITION to the golf club attack when she murdered my son and crippled me.

She frequently dies her hair and wears wigs. And has looked quite different in the over TWELVE YEARS of her stalking and harassment

In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

She most often looks like this, with the red hair... and it was what she looked like on the December 24, 2016 Christmas Eve attack at my dad's apartment building. And THIS attack we have on camera, and so we have actual video footage of her... including, we have audio files of her yelling and chanting "transvestite freak!" while shooting a gun, during the Christmas Eve attack at 27 High Street, Biddeford, Maine.

People always ask why I have a video recorder running 24/7. Watch these 4 videos of The Scarborough Walmart.

I have a video recorder running 24/7. Because this parking lot is where I was attacked a second time by the woman who crippled me with the golf club at Southern Maine Community College in 2013 (who also murdered my 8-month-old son at the same time) this is the location of her 2nd attack, the July 2016 attack with a shopping cart, the attack that left me in a wheelchair and despite over 200 "security cameras" and signs saying there are cameras in use... the police did not find even ONE actual REAL camera. Every "security camera" on this building and parking lot was ALL fake "dummy cameras" and that is why there is no video footage of my son's murderer.

I started carrying a camera 24/7 the very next day after Scarborough police informed me they could not identify the blonde woman who attacked me or her gold Volvo 240GL station wagon, because EVERY CAMERA at this store's parking lot was an empty case with no real camera inside it. My son would be 12 years old this Christmas 2025, and his murderer walks free, still unidentified because this parking lot did not have real cameras.

Those things that look like cameras on the building and light poles, are fake, according to the Scarborough Police Department. That is why I have a camera running 24/7, because my son's killer walks free because there was no camera the day we were attacked.

Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".

Her face is covered in deep "smokers wrinkles" and her skin is very, very abnormally dry and flakey.

She had a somewhat large nose, (kind of more like a man's nose then a woman's nose) and very thin lips (almost none existant, again, more like a man's lips, then a womans)... she is a LOT bigger then me... a LOT - I am 5'6" and she's maybe 5'11" to 6'2"... she's like really, really, really big.

The 2016 attack is the one that did the most damage and. That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmigly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

• Everything we are allowed to publicly release about The FBI Investigation Can Be Found Here

Seeing how this message arrived very violently, with a deranged lunatic showing up in my yard in Old Orchard Beach and lashing out at my pink motorhome, on multiple times between April 10, 2025 and May 10, 2025... I'm going to leave this message up on the top of the front page of my site.

I do not know who these people were (it was 4 men in construction/road worker yellow and orange vests - it appeared they were workers from the nearby train track construction that is going on in Biddeford - who decided to trespass in my yard on their lunch breaks - I don't know who these men are, nor do I know what caused them to show up, and most of the things they said are a lot of bizarre gibberish about the brown log cabin at 144 Portland Ave, next door to me, largely accusing me of owning it and owing some man they called "our friend Mark" money for a septic tank.

I also don't know anyone named Mark, but they act like they think I am supposed to know who this "Mark" is that they claim sent them over here. Clearly they have got me mixed up with someone else. But that does not make what they are doing any less terrifying.

My being a mute/none verbal low functioning autistic makes me unable to respond and they do not stay around long enough for me to write out an answer. I do not know how to make them understand they are threatening the wrong person.

Coming over here and threatening to "burn down the little brown log cabin while your family is inside" doesn't do a damned bit of good, because it is not MY "little brown log cabin" and the people who live there are NOT my family. You're threatening the wrong damned person you stupid retarded idiot. Plus I don't have a septic tank. I don't even know what you creeps are talking about!

If you know who these men are, or if you know who this "Mark" person is that they claim sent them over to harass me, please call FBI agent Andy Drewer and tell him everything you know.

please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

AND APPARENTLY, THIS ALSO NEEDS TO BE SAID:

I write Elves, Fae, Unicorns, & Demons in Limon Furry Yaoi that is not romantic enough to be Romance but also not erotic enough to be Erotica, and falls in the weird line of Slice of Life Literary without sex scenes, whatever genre you can think of that it might be. For some reason there are a lot of people spreading weird Erotica rumours about my books, trying to get them banned on grounds of being Eroica, even though there is nothing remotely erotic about anything I write.

Clearly they never read my books. However, it is causing a lot of Erotica readers to buy my books and get mad because there are no sex scenes. All I have to say to you is this: you shouldn't fall for the scammers who call themselves Christians and devote their lives to acting like Satan instead of acting like Christ.

Sorry honey, but, the people running around calling my books Erotica are the same dim witted idiots who are also running around saying my car has demons living in it, and are the same people slandering me with UFO rumors as well.

Sorry honey, but if you came here looking for Erotica, haunted cars, aliens, or UFOs, you can consider yourself scammed by a weird group of people who've made it their life goal to do everything in their power to try to cover up my son's murder.

ALL the rumors started a few weeks after my son's murder: the Stephen King rumors, the haunted car rumors, the alien abduction rumors, the UFO rumors, and yes, even the Erotica rumors---the fact remains, my son was murdered November 14, 2013 and the murderer is the one who started ALL of those rumors to try to turn the FBI investigation away from herself.

If you find ANYONE making videos, blogs, or podcasts about me, my car, or in any way, shape, or form slandering me by connecting me to Stephen King, Erotica, Aliens, UFOs or witchcraft, know that there is a 99% chance that YouTuber, Blogger, or podcaster either IS my son's murderer or is a family or friend of my son's murderer.

If you find ANYONE making videos, blogs, or podcasts about me, my car, or in any way, shape, or form slandering me by connecting me to Stephen King, Erotica, Aliens, UFOs or witchcraft, copy the link to the video, blog, or podcast and give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer who is the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation.

Be aware that the New York Podcast is spreading information that was found ONLY in the classified documents of the Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments, meaning someone involved in the New York podcast was AT THE MURDER WHEN IT HAPPENED.

NO ONE BESIDES THE MURDERER HERSELF knew what the murder weapon was. And New York Podcasters are broadcasting that information in a DELIBERATE ATTEMPT to sabotage the FBI investigation of my son's murder.

You can contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or you can go into his office directly to talk to him in person at the FBI building on Middle street in Portland, his office is on the 4th floor, last hall on the parking garage side.

Because there is such a HUGE problem of people making fake "eelkat" accounts impersonating me, here are the links to my ACTUAL accounts:

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If you find an account online claiming to be me, that is NOT one of these profiles linked above, there is a 99.99% chance it is a FAKE account impersonating me and only a .001% chance it's actually me and I just forgot to link it here.

Also, I do not have or use email, so don't trust ANY emails you receive claiming to be me. Likewise I DO NOT make videos about my family, Etiole, my car, or Stephen King, so ALL videos you find of such nature are fake as well. Likewise I do not run fundraisers, request donations, or have any involvement in any such things, so beware of ANYTHING using my name to request money from you, because I simply DO NOT do that.

These fake emails, fake accounts, and fake videos all claiming to be me are an increasingly big problem since the pandemic, and are being made by scammers who have zero affiliation with me and are illegally using my name for their scumbag dealings.

Do NOT trust ANYONE in any way contacting you claiming to be me because I DO NOT contact people AT ALL!

I wonder if the verification will help end the fake scammer accounts? I've been having a problem with someone pretending to be me, and publishing nonfiction books (I don't write nonfiction) about really bad topics (like outright terrorism stuff - how to build bombs and things, really bad stuff), and then going on social media, and trying to pass the books off as mine, right down to listing my home address, posting photos of me and my family and my car, etc. FBI is involved, and found out the ISBN of the accounts is only 14 miles away from me so it's someone local doing it, and FaceBook was able to shut down the fake FB accounts via me submitting driver's lisence and birth certificate to FB to verify my account real, but it's not been so easy to get the fake accounts off places like Amazon.

I have been petitioning places like Amazon and Reddit and FaceBook to put ID verification in place, and all 3 are now doing it. Hopefully this verification system will help with that. It's been worse on Reddit too. FBI has found 33 different Reddit accounts pretending to be me, and 27 different FB accounts pretending to be me. Similar numbers on other places. Most are spreading wild rumors about aliens, ufo, Stephen King... FBI has not yet determined why the fakers are doing it, but my son was murdered 11 years ago, and these fake accounts started showng up then, and FBI thinks it's the murderer's family doing it to try to make me look crazy in order that no one will believe me son was murdered... weird and terrifying. So, yeah, if more places like Amazon and Reddit had id verification, that'd cut down on these sorts of scams.

And answering this question, because apparently that's a thing I have to do as well:

>>>Why do people say your car is haunted?

I don't know. Maybe it's because they are too retarded to look at logic, facts, and science, so they run screaming after lunacy, fiction, and fairy tales?

Short answer: I have a deeply mentally disturbed uncle, Mervin Bruce Atwater, who in 1968, at the age of 6, tried to kill his 2 year old sister by climbing onto an overpass and throwing her off it in front of a car. That car, was a 1964 Dodge 330. When adults asked the boy why he tried to kill his sister, he claimed that Satan was siting on the hood of the car and told him to do it.

That is the ONLY ACTUAL incident to ever occur with the car.

Since then dozens of people have - equally mentally deranged - have come forward with hundreds of wild stories about the car, but in the nearly 70 years since 1968, not a single one of those rumors have been founded and ALL have been proven false.

The whole "haunted car" rumor was a hoax started and maintained by my uncle, to cover up his guilt over trying to murder his 2 year old sister. Only this and nothing more.

The car, is NOT haunted, and that has been proven, several times now.

A very long detailed, in depth look at the car, it's history, and the wild rumors people tell about it, can be found on this page you are reading now.

It was bought new by the Old Orchard Beach police department in 1964. I don't know the early details, as I was not born yet. What I do know is immediately after buying it, a police officer died and another officer believed it was a bad omen, so the car was put in a garage and not given the black and white police paint job, instead remaining factory silver.

At some point soon after the police department sold the car to Dr. Larochelle, a local doctor on Ocean Ave in Old Orchard Beach. In 1968, which driving on Common Street in front of Michael's Pizza, coming out of Biddeford, heading through Saco to get back home to Old Orchard, while driving under the train overpass, a group of children, that included a child named Mervin Bruce Atwater, jumped off the bridge into the street in front of the car. One girl, Bruce's 2 year old Barbara Jean Atwater, was hit by the car. The Doctor grabbed the girl and her mother Eva Viola Atwater and drive them to the hospital. Bruce and another of his sisters (my mother) waited at home for their return.

Bruce, a very small child, was accused of having thrown his 2 year old sister off the bridge AT the car, and to cover this detail up, he claimed that Satan was sitting on the hood of the car, jumped up on the bridge, grabbed his sister, and shoved her under the car.

My Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater maintained that Satan lived in the car, for his entire life, until his death from Covid November 24, 2019. He was so obsessed with this event, that he spent most of the last two decades of his life living on Common Street and daily pacing around this train bridge jibbering about demons living in cars.

Mervin Bruce Atwater was a member of several radical UFO cults throughout his life, including Heaven's Gate (the kool-aid suicide cult) and MUFON. Through his MUFON connections, he built several websites, blogs, and social media accounts centered around aliens. Between 1997 and 2007, he published on these sites several hundred articles about my car. It is from these articles that my name got dubbed as EelKat, with him calling me "my niece EelKat Wendy and her pet demon Etiole". The earlier articles called Etiole a demon, the later ones called him "the Amphibious Alien", in some articles he said Etiole was "The Loveland Frog" and in other's he said "Joseph Smith's White Salamander", and in the last articles he called Etiole an "EBE" (extraterrestrial biological entity).

Over the course of a decade, my uncle Bruce wrote well over seven hundred articles lying about me, my car, and the homeless man whom I let sleep in my car.

I came to own the car in 1975, through my father, Kenneth Ricker Allen, who was a used car salesman for Marcott Motors on Saco Ave in Old Orchard Beach, at the time. The car had come in as a trade, sold by an elderly man whom had bought it from Dr. Larochelle. By this point locals had dubbed it "The World's Most Haunted Car" and made claims that there were well over a dozen hit and run deaths connected to the car, including 3 police officers who commit suicide by killing themselves and their entire families after driving the car.

I can not confirm or deny any of these claims, as, all of them happened before I was born, and I've never been able to track down any evidence to back the claims up. They appear to be just local hysteria.

The ONLY accident that CAN be confirmed, is my aunt Barbara being hit by the car when she was 2 years old. There is NO OTHER accident ever reported for this VIN number car.

My father took the 1964 Dodge 330 in trade from a station wagon. As I was too young to drive, my father was the one who actually drove the car, even though he had is all registered and licensed in my nme. (Which I didn't know at the time as I wasn't even yet started kindergarten; but apparently my father was having some sort of legal issues, and could not register a car in his name, so that is how, I at just THREE years old, came to be the owner of the car).

Because the car was mine and I was still a toddler, I parked the car in my rose garden and used it as a doll house. Later that same year, me and some of my cousins were helping local zoo keeper Helen Pearly look for an albino monkey that had escaped from White Animal Farm... a group of 31 children ranging in ages from 3 to 12, spotted the monkey in the swamp and ran after it, following it deep into the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, and we got it treed like a racoon... but... we lost it, because our attention was directed elsewhere, to a naked elderly man, passed out in the swamp. He was very sick, had a high fever, and was a near skeleton, looked like he had not eaten in weeks. We children ran back to my yard which was a working farm, to ask my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen, if we could take food out to the old man.

Me, my cousins Mike Jurgen and Tim Murphey, lead the adults (several aunts and uncles, my parents, Grammy Helen Ricker Allen, and Helen Pearly) back into the swamp to where we had found the man, but upon arrival he was gone, nd the adults accused us of making him up, citing that he was an imaginary friend. As the weeks went by we children became obsessed with finding the man and proving to adults he was real... a few weeks later we found a den full of bones, human leg bones mostly (which we found out later had washed up from a local 15th century graveyard that was also in the swamp) that were being used as digging tools. Excited we children once again dragged the adults into the swamp, to show them the den of bones, and prove once and for all, there was a naked man living in the swamp... we young toddlers did not expect the terrified reactions of the adults... the adults armed themselves with rifles and spent weeks, with local police, ripping the swamp to shreds with manchettes, looking for the homeless man who was using human leg bones as digging tools. Local news reports claimed "Cannibals in Old Orchard Beach!" on their headlines, but that was soon redacted, as the bones turned out to be from graves over four hundred years old.

While adults now believed us children, that there was a homeless man in the swamps, they built up wild rumors about who and what he must be. Most parents on Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach believed he was a kidnapper who ate children, and that was the going rumor for a while.

And then... a hurricane hit. The swamp flooded, ocean waters surged through the town, and... the homeless man fled the rising waters, coming out of the forest for the first time... to hide in the first dry thing he could find: my 1964 Dodge 330 that was sitting on a high hill in my rose garden, out of reach of the flood waters.

After that, I gave him a spare key and let him sleep in it at night. I was just five years old. He could not speak English and I could not speak Hebrew or French, so there was no spoken communication between us, and over time we developed a quasi-sign language as a method of communication. He was sick and near starvation, so I started taking food to him and leaving it on a stump in the swamp. The stump is still there these 50 years later and I still leave food on it. He must have been in his 30s to 50s at the time, but today in 2023, he appears to be close to a hundred years old now and, yes, still lives out there.

He continued to live in my car until May 2010, when a local church group appeared in my yard to chop up the car while yelling "Kill the Demon" and rambling on about how they had to kill the car in order to kill the demon that possessed it.

Today the car is chopped up in pieces and wrapped up in a pile of parts, in storage, waiting for a day to come when I have the estimated $57k needed to rebuild it. While I have owned the car since 1975, I have never in my life driven it and it has spent it's time since 1975 sitting in my garden acting as a shelter to the homeless man who slept in it at night.

In short, the car is NOT haunted and "Etiole" is NOT a demon or alien or evil spirit or cryptid.

ALL the rumors of my car being haunted stem from a "hoax" started by my mentally deranged Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

ALL the rumors of my homeless friend being an alien/demon/whatever stem from a "hoax" started by my mentally deranged Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

The man my Uncle Bruce is harassing, 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:

HERE

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.

Only absolute scum bag, low life, piece of fifth TRASH would spend five fucking decades harassing a homeless World War 2 veteran the way the MUFON nutjobs of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine treat "Etiole"!

ALL the rumors of my being an alien abductee stem from a "hoax" started by my mentally deranged Uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater.

There are no aliens. I don't even believe in aliens!

There are no demons. I don't even believe in demons!

There are no evil spirits. I don't even believe in the concept of evil spirits!

There are no haunted cars. I don't even believe that hauntings are real!

I was not abducted by aliens. I don't even believe in aliens!

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but when my uncle was 6 years old, he threw his 2 year old sister off a train bridge and into an oncoming car... and then he spent the next 60+ years denying he did it and claiming Satan, demons, and aliens lived in the car and are who hurt his sister.

Anyone and everyone who ever knew my Uncle Bruce is fully aware how severe his mental instability was. He saw demon and aliens EVERYWHERE in EVERYTHING. He suffered from a severe inability to come to terms with what he had done to his baby sister and spent his entire life trying to throw the blame on others.

I had owned the car for well over fifteen years before I became aware it was the same car that had hit my unt Barbara. And my uncle Bruce spread those alien and demon rumors about me, "Etiole", and my supposedly "haunted" car ... spread them online for well over a decade before I found out he was doing it.

Since I discovered this in 2007, I have spent nearly twenty years issuing cease and desist orders to all the people with "1964 Dodge 330 Goldeneagle haunted car" videos and websites.

And yes, since the rise if AI in 2021 to now, there has shown up a LOT of "deep fake" video footage of me, my car, and someone who is supposedly Etiole... ALL of those videos on YouTube are FAKE AI generated hoaxes.

I have ZERO videos about my car.

I have ZERO videos about Etiole.

Images you see on my car or me, in YouTube videos were STOLEN off my website and are being used WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

I did NOT make any of those videos.

I did NOT make any of those websites.

I did NOT write any of those articles.

THIS is my YouTube channel right here: https://www.youtube.com/@EelKatWendyCAllen you can see for yourself the type of videos I make, the quality of the video equipment I have, and that there are ZERO videos about my car, my family, ghosts, demons, evil spirits, aliens, UFOs or any of that other bull crap those deep fake videos you are finding are attributing to me!

This website you are reading right now, https://www.eelkat.com is my ONLY website, and you can see EXACTLY what I say here, you can see the articles I write, 90% of which are about helping new writers write/world-build/create characters, and get their books published.

...and you can also see how fucking PISSED OFF I am at the scumbags who make those videos and websites...in the few articles I HAVE had to write in response to the deep fake bull shit alien/ufo/demon/cryptid crap ass articles that having been flooding the internet slandering and defaming my reputation!

I am fucking sick and tired of these nutcase crack pots running around impersonating me and making these jackassery videos about ridiculous alien/demon/cryptid bull crap and trying to pass that shit off as something I wrote!

THIS picture and ALL other pictures of my car, are being illegally stolen off of my website and used in HUNDREDS of videos and articles by scumbag Stephen King shitheads, I mean fans, WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! This photos were taken in August 1986 on my Sony camera, using Fuji film and I have both the original photos in a photo album, as well as the original negative strips. Others were also taken on film cameras and I have the negatives of those as well. BECAUSE the car sat in my garden, 35 feet BEHIND the swamp, that is in the forest 175 feet from the nearest road, and sat there since 1978, WITH A BARBED WIRE TOPPED FENCE AROUND IT and with no road access to it and not able to be seen from the road, there are ZERO pictures of this car taken by ANYONE... I own ALL photos EVER taken of this car, and am the copyright holder of ALL the photos of this car. I can PROVE that I took these photos, own the copyrights, and have NOT granted ANY rights to ANYONE to use my photos in their videos or articles or websites!

Those videos, websites, and articles about aliens, demons, cryptids, ghosts, haunted cars, and evil spirits are being made by fucking scam artists who are attempting to discredit my good reputation... something you can PROVE by the DATES those videos and articles started showing up: LITERALLY THE WEEK AFTER MY SON WAS MURDERED! Which PROVES those videos and articles are being made BY MY SON'S MURDERER as a means of trying to distract people away from his murder!

If you have any information about the scammers who are making these slanderous defamation videos and websites about me and my family, please contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

You can also mail him copies of the emails you are receiving at:

Federal Bureau of Investigation
1 Middle Street
4th Floor: Agent Andy Drewer
Portland, ME

That's his office, you can go in and hand it to him in person.

Did you ever wonder WHY you heard rumors about my car?

Ask yourself WHY did you hear about it?

Ask yourself WHO told you?

It wasn't me.

I don't talk about it.

I never told anyone about it.

Because I don't believe in it.

I don't believe in ghosts or hauntings or aliens or demons, and I've never seen evidence of one single solitary thing that would make my car haunted.

So if I didn't tell you my car was haunted, who did?

Perhaps the better question is WHEN did the humors about my car start flooding the internet and WHY?

The earliest mentions I can find online of my car, were posted by my uncle Bruce in 1997, where he was posting on a mofun forum, about how my car caused a snowstorm in Colorado, causing his plane to land there instead of California, causing him and the several other Heaven's Gate members on that flight to miss out on their koolair trip to planet Kolob via the comet HaleBop.

And yet, the transmission of mt car died in 1989, 8 years prior to 1997.

1997 was 4 years after that very same uncle barged into my farm, trespassing, setting up giant 4 room house sized military tents on my farm... me and my 3 brothers were gone to a movie theatre, and there was no tents there when we left. 3 hours later, when we got back, those tents, lines of motorhomes, dozens of cars, and over a hundred squatters had taken over my farm.

Days later, Stephen King's film crew arrived. Also illegally. Invited by that very same uncle.

My father was, at the time a used car salesman for Marcotte Motors of Old Orchard Beach, and so we have over 30 cars lined up in our driveway, for sale. They were the overflow cars that Dave Marcott couldn't fit in the car lot. And Stephen King's film crew, illegally and without permission, used those cars in The Thinner movie.

The Townsend cousins from Milliken Mill Pond , also on Portland Ave, owm huge amounts of carnival rides, rides normally seen at LaKermes and Oxford Fair and Yarmouth Clam Festival. But that day, those rides were set up as Shop & Save (today renamed Hannaford) in Saco, off Exit 5, across from the Saco Dairy Queen. The rides were set up to look like Palace Playland.

The film director, forced us Gypsies to drive our cars, which included both my Gremlins, my mother's red Crwn Victoria which she was driving, my father's blue Citation which he was driving, and ALL of the cars and RVs my Uncle Bruce and his squatter crew had brought with them.

I am in the Thinner movie.

My mother is in the Thinner movie.

My father is in the Thinner movie.

All three of my brothers are in the Thinner movie, they were aged 4, 3, and 1 and are the 3 babies in the Thinner movie.

My uncle Bruce, his wife Doris, their 6 at the time teenage children are all in the Thinner movie.

My uncle David, his wife Lucy, their 15 at the time adult children and around 30 of their grandchildren are in the Thinner movie.

The Townsend cousins are in the Thinner movie.
The Murphey cousins, including Timmy, whos white cross now stands on the Ross Rd intersection, was in the Thinner movie.

The McDonald's of Macs Garage, old and new, are in the Thinner movie.

And yet, most every one of them, will bold faced lie to you and deny being in the movie.

Why?

Because one by one, EVERY SINGLE Gypsy connected to the Thinner movie, has been attacked, brutally, viciously, and some cases murdered. See the cross at the Ross Rd intersection.

You know about the bomb that blew up my house, the backhoe that drove over my house which replaced the bombed house... but did you also know that in 2001, a local church cut my MOTHER's house in half, put it on a flatbed and stole it, moving it to Lake Arrowhead in Waterville? Did you also know that my mother's dog was hung by a noose in a tree at her backdog? And was the first of 7 of her dogs to be brutally killed that way? Did you know, in 2015, 10 of my mother's cats were kidnapped and held for ransom? Did you know that in 2017 a Public Works owned road grader, drove over 200 feet up my mother's driveway and flattened her car by driving over it?

Did you know that EVER SINGLE GYPSY - over 120 people - who appeared in The Thinner movie has experienced a construction truck either driving over their house or their car, or both?

Did you know that every single Gypsy who appeared in the Thinner movie, has in the past decade, had no fewer then 10 pets, mostly cats or dogs, but also horses, goats, and bird, killed and huge by nooses in trees in their yards... in total more then 500 cats, dogs, birds, and horses killed by a deranged stalker who targets the Gypsies of The Thinner movie?

Are you starting to see now, WHY, we Gypsies DO NOT like Stephen King fans plastering their rumos about my car all over the internet?

You people, who think yourself ghost hunters and ufologists - you are literally causing members of my family to be killed EVERY TIME you post a new video or article about my Dodge online.

And you don't care, because it's not YOUR children who are being beaten to death with golf clubs... it just us Gypies, who aren't white, and have Jewishh blood, so you don't give a fucking shit when we die because of YOUR videos posted online about my car.

But that brings us back to the question,, of WHO started flooding the internet with ghost and demon slander about my car.

MOST of the posts, MOST of the articles, MOST of the videos, are posted by a username "kendrasilvermander" all lowercase and one word with no spaces.

That's a username we Gypsies are very familiar with.

We don't know who this Kendra person is or why she stalks us, but according to the FBI, she's a Gypsy from a rival clan, a Romani Gypsy, who is outraged that we Persian-Scottish Gypsies, and not her Romani (who are NOT Gypsies... we Gypsies are NOT Romani, and the Romani are NOT Gypsies) were not in the Thinner movie.

Did you know that every single Gypsy who appeared in the Thinner movie, has requested their names removed from the credits of The Thinner movie, after receiving death threats? Bomb threats. Kidnapped pes? ALL of those threats signed with name "Kendra" on them?

We Gypsies like our privacy.

We Gypsies avoid being in a spotlight.

We Gypsies HATE when white people make videos and articles about us.

We Gypsies put curses on EVERY ONE who make podcasts and videos about our families and our cars.

We Gypsies are tired of being harassed by you holier than thou privileged white trash Americans.

But that brings us back to:

Did you ever wonder WHY you heard rumors about my car?

Ask yourself WHY did you hear about it?

Ask yourself WHO told you?

It wasn't me.

I don't talk about it.

I never told anyone about it.

Because I don't beleve in it.

I don't believe in ghosts or hauntings or aliens or demons, and I've never seen evidence of one single solitary thing that would make my car haunted.

So if I didn't tell you my car was haunted, who did?

Perhaps the better question is WHEN did the rumors about my car start flooding the internet and WHY?

• WHEN did the rumors about my car start flooding the internet and WHY?
• WHEN did the rumors about UFOs and aliens start flooding the internet and WHY?
• WHEN did the rumors about demons and witchcraft start flooding the internet and WHY?
• WHEN did the rumors about Stephen King start flooding the internet and WHY?
• WHEN did the rumors calling me transgender start flooding the internet and WHY?

ALL of those rumours were started by my son's murderer, and all of those rumours are being mass spread across FaceBook, twitter, and Reddit by people who support that child murdering bitch.. people too stupid to use brain cells, people who would rather believe in aliens, demons, and haunted cars, then turn a child murderer over to the police, people who are so full of blind hatred for transgender persons that they would attack a biologocally-cis-female just because a murderer wants you to attack the mother of the child that was murdered.

That stuff ALL showed up a few weeks after my son was murdered, , use your fucking brain and stop brown nose that fucking child murdering bitch.

Start using your fucking brains:

I'm not transgender, aliens are not real, cars can't be haunted.

My son was murdered, and his murderer started those rumors because wants you to get so caught up in Stephen King, ghosts, demons, aliens, ufos, and haunted cars, that you'll forget my son ever existed.