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By Wendy C Allen
eelkat_red_scarf.jpgWendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again.

Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer

Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)

If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title.

List of the published titles still in print:

The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series

What the series is about, for those new here:

The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series. 

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.

There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...
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health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis

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@eelkat Health update: #chickenpox #bellspalsy #RamsayHuntsyndrome #paralysis #recovery ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
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I seem to have had another stroke (during the night while I was asleep?) #stroke #paralysis

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Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 


@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

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  • I actually think it's better to just go ahead and mention their race. A lot of readers (particularly white ones) tend to assume characters are white by default, and (sometimes willfully) ignore hints that they're not. For example, Rue from The Hunger Games was explicitly described as dark skinned, but a lot of readers still pictured her as white, to the point of getting angry that she was "changed" to be black in the film. I guess they thought she was just tan. So, if you want it to be clear, give them something they can't ignore.

No... even when you flat out tell them the character is black, they still ignore it.

I write a long running series... the 2 main characters are described as "Persian" and "Scottish".

The series is set in 900s, you know, 500 years before the white Celts invaded Alba(Scotland) and mass genocide murdered the native Pictish tribes.

Throughout the entire series, in every single novel, the Scottish man is described as:

  • a tribal king/clan king
  • dark skin
  • black eyes
  • having ropes of wooly black hair/dreadlocks/fairy locks
  • only 5 feet 1 inch tall
  • he constantly makes anti-white statements like "of course they did that, they're white what do you expect"

The series features time travel. In novel #22 of the series, they end up in the American Civil War, in the South (state not said). They fall out of a portal and land in a battlefield, full of grey uniformed soldiers, who immediately take them both prisoner, accusing one man of being an escaped slave and the other of being a black sympathizer smuggling slaves to the North.

In the weeks following the release of the book, my email was filled with hundreds of hate emails from readers of the series who were enraged to learn that there was a black character. 97% of all copies sold to America were returned. I received nearly 200 hate emails informing me that I was a "n-loving cracker" (even though I am myself not white, LOL!) and they would never read a book by me again, because they NEVER read books "for black people"

They were enraged and infuriated, by the fact that I suddenly "changed his race".

Dozens of emails proclaimed there was no such thing as a "black Scotsmen", even though the reality is there is no such thing as a white Scotsmen, as any white skinned Scotsman is nothing but a Celt - a descendant of the murderers of the Native tribes of Scotland who were black and almost pygmy hieght. (I am myself a very short, non-white Scotsman of Pictish descent.)

I suppose that taught me that the average white American knows nothing about Scotland or Scottish history.

I suppose, however the most ironic thing of all of this, is that the character in question is also by race, a Unicorn.

Yes.

A unicorn.

As in a horse.

With 4 legs.

Pointy fluffy ears.

And a shiny horn on his head.

Yes. A little black pony.

That's right... he's NOT a Human.

Their hatred of black people was that bad, that they flipped out over a freaking black HORSE.

In addition to describing him:

  • a tribal king/clan king
  • dark skin
  • black eyes
  • having ropes of wooly black hair/dreadlocks/fairy locks

... he is also described as:

  • covered in shaggy black fur, now turned grey
  • 4 knobby legs, that ended with sharp talons instead of hooves
  • his tail and mane, once braided long ago by some Human, now grow in long matted ropes, stuck full of twigs, moss and mud
  • a chubby little pony, with an old sway back
  • a small shaggy pony, only the size of a goat
  • an old grey stallion, now blind with age
  • his fur grown thick and fluffy, in desperate want of brushing

Yes, dear readers, the White Powers of America, hate black people, black HUMANS, so much, that not only did they not notice King Gwallmaiic was black, they also failed to notice, he was a horse.

Here, have a scene from the novel in question:

The Scene From The Cover Art...

The commander laughed. A few of the soldiers laughed nervously with him.

"Do we have reason to fear THIS?" The officer said to his men, while pointing to the cowering Elf.

"Him Necromancer, did ya forget that?"

"Look at him. He's so scared, he can't even stand up."

"Him control Liches. Him built Lich Lords. I commander of Lich Lords. Him commander of me."

"That Elf is a coward."

"Aye, but he no Elf. Him Thullid Di'Jinn un ain't nothing to be more feared then a fearfully terrified Thullid with power to control the dead."

"He can't even control his own fears."

"Ya wrong. Him just can no watch the bloodshed. Him can no watch ya wee little men die. Him faint at sight of blood. Him need to stay wake to control us dead."

Unicorn pointed to the field behind the soldiers.

The Humans looked to see what the Lich's boney finger pointed to and saw the bodies of their fallen comrades rising up. The dead of both sides stood and walked, lumbering mindlessly towards the army.

More frightening to the men then the dead soldiers rising, however, were the dead animals also rising. While the dead soldiers rising were hundreds, the dead animals rising were thousands. Tens of thousands. Skeletal deer bounding from the forest along side mountain lions and bear. Small animals. Big animals. Insects. Birds. Plants. Trees.

It bothered Unicorn the addition of so many animals among the dead. That animals rose up as well was not unusual, but for so many, that was unusual. Even more unusual was that the entire forest seemed to be marching forward. Unicorn told himself it was an optical illusion, but he knew it was not. Thousands of massive dead pines, tall oaks, and stately maples were now uprooted and marching forward. It bothered Unicorn that so much death of so many species existed in this place. He shook the thought from his head and turned back to the commander before him.

"Him most powerful Necromancer world ever know un ya bout to be food to brain eating nzambi."

The dead nzambi devoured the living who crossed their path. A pell mell of soldiers suddenly began running from the herd of mindless dead walking towards them.

Terror filled the heart of the commander, as he realized too late the true power of the Necromancer and the real reason why Quaraun was kneeling on the ground with his hands over his face.

"Kill him! You cowards. Shoot the Necromancer!"

No one was listening.

"Come back here! Kill the Necromancer and you'll kill the undead."

The soldiers were not listening, they were too busy running.

The commander grabbed a gun and turned on Quaraun, aiming to fire.

"Ya'll not kill me Elf," The Elf Eater roared as a whirlwind of ice shards rose up around the commander, stabbing through his body and instantly freezing him solid. The Lich waved his hand and the ice statue shattered to millions of crystals, then melted away into the ground, and with that the commander was no more. Where the ice had melted, strange blue crystal-like flowers began popping up out of the ground. All around them, the dry blades of grass solidified as they too turned into crystal shards. Soldiers ran screaming in deathly terror from the tiny crystal flowers. The soldiers who came into contact with the shards, went into panicked frenzies, screaming hysterically, running after the others begging them to help them.

The Elf Eater lighted back down to the ground, then transformed back into his solid flesh form, and knelt over the frighted Elf, hugging him and kissing his face.

"Shhhh, it be alright now. Let them go. They will no hurt ya now. The evil one is dead, his men will not fight us. Release their dead. Come. We leave. Let their dead be dead again, eh?"

Unicorn took the Elf's trembling hand and pulled him up. Slowly Quaraun stood up and looked around at the frightened Humans running in terror from the army of undead soldiers. Quaraun closed his eyes, then opened them again and instantly the undead fell where they were, once again dead. The soldiers stopped running and stared in terror at the pink Necromancer.

"I'm not evil," Quaraun said to the soldiers. "It was not my wish to hurt you. He wanted me to kill men I had no reason to kill. This is not my war. I just wanted to go home. He wouldn't let me leave. I'm sorry. This was the only way he'd let me go."

Quaraun and his pet Lich walked out of the field. No one tried to stop them. Unicorn turned into a Unicorn skeleton and stopped to skewer a few severed heads on his horn, then trotted along behind his Necromancer.

Quaraun stopped and waited for the Lichicorn to catch up with him.

"What?" The skeletal horse asked.

"Do you really have to do that?"

"Aye. I does."

"Why?"

"I is Lich with gingerbread house made of skulls, me always need more heads to add to me collection."

"Of course you do," Quaraun said sarcastically. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because yis stupid Elf with no brain in head."

"Unicorn."

"What?"

"You know what."

"But it true. Jellyfish ate ya wee little brain. Ya gots hollow skull."

"Thank you for reminding me."

"Yis welcome."

"I was being sarcastic."

"I knows, eh?"

Quaraun and Unicorn left the battlefield. They did not look back and were oblivious to the nightmare unfolding as the blue crystal flowers multiplied rapidly, over taking the soldiers, who now fell to the ground screaming, as their bodies likewise turned into crystal. Soon the entire field was a single solid piece of blue quartz, with the fleeing soldiers frozen forever, encased in their crystal graves.

~From "GhoulSpawn & The Lich Lord's Lover"

(Volume 22 of The Quaraun Series)

Many of the readers emails pointed out Unicorn's broken English, in their rants of nigger hating white power, calling him "a stupid illiterate black man".

Notice that Unicorn is Scottish and is speaking ACTUAL Scottish English. (My native language. The language I actually speak myself). 

Notice how they jumped to false conclusions of who and what he was, based off their own bigoted images of black people.

They assumed that his speaking Scottish english equaled his being illiterate. And in their minds black man = illiterate, so anyone deemed illiterate, MUST therefore also be a black man. Their immediate assumption that he MUST be a black man, based of his broken English alone, says a lot of the mind set of the average white American and how they view those around them.

Their bigoted notion was "proven" to them, when a drunk Confederate soldier, mistook a black horse for an escaped slave, and called him "a niggah black as tar, blackest damed niggah I ever did see".

They got their panties in a black hating knot, over a black horse.

This scene, where the Necromancer rescues his black unicorn from the white supremacist soldiers, by killing said white power bigots, is the scene that pissed off readers most of all. They raved and ranted and railed on the evils of a black man killing the white soldiers.

Yet...

It is Quaraun... the Albino  Elf  Wizard, a white man, (a transvestite) who killed the racist white soldiers, who had tried to kill his black HORSE.

But then, Quaraun is not a Human, so, he's not a white man either.

Of course, The Ku Klux Klan doesn't take physical skin pigmentation into consideration either, considering I am physically whiter then the tan-brown skinned KKK members who live n Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

Yet, they say I am not white.

Thus they blew up my house with a bomb, left a big white cross in my yard, filled my motorhome with feces, cut my cats' heads off, cut my car in half, and beat me up leaving my crippled for the rest of my life.

I'm physically whiter then the white sheets they wear.

But, according to them, I'm not white.

Go figure.

By their fruits, ye shall know them, for no good fruit can come from a bad tree. Like the Master they serve, they come to kill, steal, and destroy. There is no light in them. They can not spread love, peace, and joy to others, for they have no love, peace, or joy in their own souls.

Ask yourselves this: what type of person cuts a cat's head off and nails it to a door? Does that sound like a good or God fearing person to you? And yet, the Ku Klux Klan, a religious organization, a branch of the Baptist Church... do exactly that, and they do it in the name of Jesus, a non-white Jew, which makes no sense to me at all, but, who can understand the mind of a mad man?

Like the local KKK, the haters in my email, were infuriated over coloured people, in places where there were no coloured people at all.

Which tells me that they are so full of hate, that they are just going around, out of their way, to try to find things to hate, with the intention of hating on them.

Rather small minded thing to do if you ask me. 

I can't understand why someone would want to live their life like that, but it's what some people just WANT to do.

They were upset over the fact that a black man had defended himself against being murdered by white supremacists! 

(Even though that is not what had actually happened at all. What they thought they had read, and what I had actually written, were in fact to very different things!)

Behold, the power of the words "niggah" and "slave".

When a drunk Confederate soldier, in a novel, mistook a black horse for an escaped slave... and resulted in 97% of all books sold in America, to be returned, and many hundreds of white power hate letters to be sent to the author's email, calling her a "nigger loving cracker"... because she wrote about a black, Scottish Unicorn - a horse with a horn.

And with him on the cover of nearly every single novel too!

Here... here are a FEW of the 130+ covers in the series... see him there on the cover...
    Oh well.
    It goes back to the same thing I already said: it's small minded, hateful people going out of their way looking for things to hate, because they are evil, hate filled people who only know how to hate.
  • I actually think it's better to just go ahead and mention their race. A lot of readers (particularly white ones) tend to assume characters are white by default, and (sometimes willfully) ignore hints that they're not.

I DID mention race, AND also DID describe skin color, AND I also DID describe physical features, AND he is a character who does NOT like white people and his dialogue is filled with constant, incredibly racist, very anti-white statements AND...

...he's described as being

a HORSE,

a PONY,

and a UNICORN,

literally THOUSANDS of times.

The story is about an Elf Wizard and his freaking pet Unicorn, for crying out loud!

Are they that frigging stupid?

And readers STILL translated him as white!

And HUMAN!

It took a Confederate soldier calling him a "slave" 22 volumes into the series for them to finally see that he was black.

Interestingly, there is a later scene in the closing chapter of the novel, where Unicorn, uses illusions to make the white people see him as a black man, BECAUSE of how they treated him in the opening chapter of the novel. However, near as I can tell from the hate mails and death threats in my inbox from the haters... they never read past the 1st chapter of the novel, past the scene excerpted here, to know that part.

Interestingly, it seems that I have succeeded in creating a very well made set of characters, seeing how they, by their very existence, have pissed off so many people. But then at the same time, I have to wonder at the IQ, common sense, or just basic mental state of the haters who started to read this novel and then stopped because they mistook a horse for a black man?

But they still have not yet figgered out that he's a HORSE!

No where, not ONCE in any of these multiple hundred emails that flooded my inbox April 2015, days before haters trashed my motorhome and beheaded my cats....not once did any of them mention the character either by name or use the word "horse" or "pony" or "unicorn" in their hate mails.

Had they read the whole book to reach the final chapter, they would have scene the horse to human illusion. But I wonder... in their hatred for black men, would they have even noticed it?

He's also a spoof of the My Little Pony, so he's constantly using illusions to give himself cotton candy coloured fur and Care Bear "tummy powers" and fruitsy-cutesy nonsensical nicknames.

I can not understand how or why they overlooked his race. And how they did so for 21 freaking novels! It could not have been made any plainer the fact that he was black (and a horse), but, readers see what they want to see, I guess.

Racist readers are bigoted, hate mongers looking for reasons to be hateful. 

It doesn't matter if the character is a little purple Unicorn with pink polka dots (as he is also often described), they are so blinded by their vehement hatred for non-white people, that they see them everywhere, even where they aren't. 

Bigots are going to accuse the lemon yellow pony with a rainbow tattoo on his bum of being a gay Chinese man, and a shaggy black unicorn speaking broken English as a nigger. Because that is what racist bigots do.

Haters are gonna hate, no matter what you write, so just write your story and ignore the haters. They are small minded gutter scum not worth wasting thoughts on.

And for people wondering why I don't blank out the word niggar to N-word like most people do... because doing so gives the word more power then it deserves. 

Think about it... Lord Voldemort, was perceived to be more powerful then he really was, because everyone called him "he who could not be named". But blanking out his name entirely, they gave him way more power then he had. By being so afraid of the word nigger that you close your eyes from it and blank it away, you give it more power then it either has or deserves.

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i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why?

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since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026. EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car! FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop?

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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....

... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.

While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since.

The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.

She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.

The attack also triggered labour.

My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.

The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.

The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.

Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.

Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.

Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.

Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

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

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Kendrascreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.

Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.

Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.

Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.

In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.

Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.

But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.

I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.

Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.

Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.

I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.

My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.

Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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