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. 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. There are no demons. There are no evil spirits. There are no haunted cars. I was not abducted by 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 website you are reading right now, is my ONLY website, and you can see EXACTLY what I say here, and you can also see how fucking PISSED OFF I am at the scumbags who make those videos and websites. 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.