November 13, 2011 – Day 104 of Morgan’s stalking – Why haven’t they caught the stalker?

Posted on October 27, 2012 by Toni Ingram

Tessi babysitting Wylah so Morgan can get some sleep

Morgan calls me at 8:00 am and thanks me for taking Wylah, out and letting her sleep. She wants to sleep more if that is alright and I tell her certainly – go back to sleep. She needs the rest.

Our detectives are trying to come by earlier today so we can try to make some calls again. They are called pretext calls, which basically means Morgan gets on a phone that has been attached to something in Detective Glassmire’s briefcase and she picks up the phone after he has dialed the number and tries to engage the people in a directed conversation. It all sounds good and looks impressive, but unfortunately nobody on the other end has cooperated by answering yet.

Keenan had his cell phone disconnected, and they have been unable to find his new number yet, so a lot of this is shooting in the dark anyway. The calls today are started earlier in hopes we will catch someone at a different time. It starts out with promising signs, but is headed for discouraging results before long.

Steve tries to help and goes into my office to sign up for a service on the Internet that supposedly has all the answers for $20 and there are all kinds of special deals for increased access and information, which Steve accepts and we soon have names and addresses and all kinds of information to go with the numbers.

Again, this looks very promising at first. Even Detective Glassmire and Detective Alstatt are surprised by all the information that can be had on anyone. Only none of this information is working any better. Steve signs in again and tries a search on us using a number that we have had for six years, and is supposed to be private. The information comes spitting out and it is all wrong, we are not even anywhere on it. And it is our number.

We conclude the attempts of the calls, and Detective Glassmire announces he is going to stop by Keenan’s house on the way back to Rifle for a conversation – I did not know he knew where Keenan now lived. I am very hopeful of this development, and after the detectives check their cameras we say goodbye.

Morgan goes out with her puppy to take pictures, and Steve is trying unsuccessfully to get a refund from the Internet information site.

A friend calls me with information, even though we avoid talking about it now, a lot of people are trying to help us end this situation. My friend has scouted on the Internet and has some links I have to see. It is a picture of a young Keenan, decked out in complete camouflage with a deer he has successfully bow hunted lying dead alongside him. I call Steve over to see and he tells me he knows a few bow hunters, it is not an easy sport at all – requires great discipline and patience. There was also a link to a boast that he can go undetected by anyone that my friend is reading to me and I relay to Steve, he wants me to make sure that Detective Glassmire sees it.

At 5:58 pm I text Morgan, “Dad’s B-Day is tomorrow. Let’s talk when you get home.” She calls me back, and tells me about a project she is making for him. I am sworn to secrecy, and promise to let her make the cake as well – she loves to bake.

Detective Glassmire gives me an update later that Keenan was not at home, so he will try again soon. I found out this past May of 2012, that Detective Glassmire never had a real address for the “suspect,” Keenan, so I don’t know why he told me he went there and Keenan was not home…what was that all about? We have signs of momentum in positive ways and I thought after the last few embarrassing events they were trying extra hard, which was very appreciated.

After an uneventful evening the cameras in the rear yard picked something up at 4:51 am (this would now be on the 14th – the “suspect” Keenan Vanginkel was not working at all on the 14th!). Morgan heard what she called shots or bangs on her upper window and her motion detector lights were going on and off all at about the same time. Steve was up and instead of going out sat at the monitor and switched from camera to camera seeing nothing. He now wishes he had all motorized cameras with pan and angle instead of just a few. He had gotten an ad about a camera that followed motion all on its own and now he was going to check into it some more. We just kept thinking – how are we going to stop this!

Click here to read about the 105th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2041

Morgan learned to fight for herself regardless of what she was told she couldn’t do – she was a LEO!

Posted on October 27, 2012 by Toni Ingram

I just ran across a short draft of a speech Morgan was asked to give at the GED/High School graduation on June 16, 2010 for Colorado Mountain College. Morgan was mentioned in the Colorado Mountain College eNews publication about GED’s and High School Diplomas, dated October 11, 2010. Morgan had had missed a lot of school when she was attending Aspen High School because of her exposure to Carbon Monoxide. Being held back was not a choice for her as she was too scholastically advanced for that so instead she enrolled in CMC and took College classes, and then received her GED and went on to receive her Associates of Arts degree in 2011. Below is the draft she wrote for the GED speech – I just wanted to share it with you so you could see another glimpse into who Morgan was – she never gave up on anything.

When normal kids are enjoying their preteen years, they are learning to flirt coyly with the idea of relationships with each other, homework becomes a common part of life, and drama huns high. Unfortunately, i never got a chance to indulge in many of these occurrences, because I was busy spending my junior high experience dying.

For three years, instead of growing into a young adult, I was in my bed ridden with an ever growing myriad of symptoms that doctors could not rationalize and could not even begin to fix. They did not know a flue on my house was installed incorrectly and that Carbon Monoxide was being pumped into me daily. In the end it was a simple detector that named my killer.

Devastation hit again when i tried to join high school, and discovered that the poison had left in its wake, long-term side effects. More vicious symptoms appeared, and once more my days were being taken from me. By the time I was starting to regain my health, my high school had decided to hold me back, I had missed too many days being sick. Shortly after, I was attending Community College and had gotten my GED. Never regretting a second of it, this experience taught me to fight for myself regardless of what I’m being told and shaped me into who I am today.

Because of the wonderful experience Morgan received through Colorado Mountain College, Steve and I set up a scholarship fund in Morgan’s name through the Theatre Department. This past Spring the first student received the first award of the Morgan Ingram Scholarship. Morgan would be so very happy – she was always trying to get her friends to go to College.

November 12, 2011 – Day 103 of Morgan’s Stalking – What are the streaks?

Posted on October 26, 2012 by Toni Ingram

Last night we had an event that I forgot to put on the blog. It would normally be an upsetting, frightening ordeal. But on day 102 of a gang stalking, it was something to sigh, and laugh at -how strange your world can become. At 8:00 pm Morgan was getting ready to go out. The last few days have been good to her, and I don’t want to be the one to ruin it, but I am watching the live feed from outside her window. With the addition of the separate Morgan outside cam, Steve has been able to go to synchronized times, and detect the “movement toward her window on both cameras. Once he showed me what to look for any streaks – like things hitting Morgan’s window, I can see it also. I am watching the camera and it happens right now as I know she is dressing to go out. It angers me and I head straight for her room and knock.

Morgan is just finishing up, and burst out the door (music playing in the background) just as radiant as I have ever seen her. She is smiling and happy and I almost feel guilty about an email I sent to Detective Glassmire where I worried about how she was taking all this, and I wanted him to see if Detective Alstatt would take her on the side for a little talk so we could have her opinion. Detective Glassmire felt Detective Alstatt was “Really good at this” and a mother can never be too safe with her kids, so I had set that wheel in motion. As I looked at her now I knew what Detective Alstatt would say, but like I said, you can never be too safe.

Morgan wondered what was up and the first thing that came to mind was that (obviously she had not heard any banging), so I wanted to say good bye, and hoped she had a good time, so I did. Morgan looked a little perplexed for an instant before bursting into a broader smile, and said, “Thanks mom.” I walked her to the car, and stood there watching her drive away. So easy to feel it is all over, your mind begs you to do it, countless times every day, and this was certainly one of those times.

Morgan waved from the street, and I watched her speed up as she drove for the end of the street. I didn’t move, just stood there and watched, not sure what I was thinking.

And then just like that, one snap of the fingers, and all that warm fuzziness was gone, completely replaced. A car had come from the right (on the right was the dead end of our cup-de-sac), very slowly at first. I could not see anything of the inside (it was dark out), and now it was rapidly accelerating toward Morgan, she was just turning the corner at the end of the block. I cried out, to anyone and turned for the house, yelling for Steve who came running from the room wondering what was wrong. I didn’t feel like the words came out correctly at all, but Steve understood it just fine, a car was following Morgan and as I heard his words to call dispatch I heard the front door slam, then his truck screeching down the driveway. Dispatch was speed dial #1 and I could still hear all the commotion he was causing out in the street, as I was connected to an all-too-familiar voice.

But instead of her normal concern and rapid fire questions for information, I heard her saying it is OK, everything is fine Mrs. Ingram, just fine. I told her no it was not, Morgan was just followed out of the cul-de-sac and my husband is in hot pursuit, we need officers, now.

She was silent for a half-breath and then came back, that it is their car following Morgan, they had a tip. You better call your husband and tell him what is up. I slammed the phone down not sure whether to be happy or outraged. Why could they not tell us, I told the empty house. I was dialing Steve’s cell phone and hoping this was one of those times it went right through, because sometimes it took a few tries.

Then it was worse, I heard his phone ringing from somewhere in the house. Of course he had not stopped to grab it, he was after whoever was after Morgan.

According to Steve the car chasing her caught up to her just as they were approaching another deputy up off the side of the road. He wouldn’t say how fast he was going at the time, just that it was as fast as his truck would go. The chase car pulled over alongside the deputy that was already parked and they all had begun to frantically wave him down. He slowed and then slid as he came to a stop alongside them all. Steve pointed at Morgan slowly driving away, apparently she had not seen anything that was going on behind her. Then Steve pointed at the unmarked car as it pulled away and the deputy explained it was one of theirs and they were just being cautious.

Steve said he told them something like too much caution is better than not enough, but all he really remembered was he was shaking pretty badly. He said good night and left the officers. He told me later he realized right then that he didn’t have his phone, as he reached for it to call me – and tell me to relax, everything was fine. He knew I was home trying to call him and there was little to do, but laugh.

I called Morgan later and told her the story, she was so happy that they had done that, said that it made her feel safe. I was thinking how strange it had all turned out and even more strange was how Steve had found it so funny, because it wasn’t. What did they think they were accomplishing by chasing after Morgan? Later on if was even stranger to me when I asked the detective why his undercover officer was chasing Morgan and he insisted that he knew nothing about it and greatly doubted it was one of theirs…how in the world could he say that? I was told by dispatch that it was one of theirs following up on a “tip” and then his own patrol officer told Steve the same thing…who was zooming who?

On November 12, Morgan lounged around the house knitting all afternoon. Then she went babysitting until 9 pm, and came home showered, had dinner, and was in bed by 10 pm. At 11:11 pm Sammy (our next door neighbors little dog) started to bark that bark of his that was a warning bark. Sure enough a motion light came on. I went to watch the feed of Morgan’s camera and Steve was quietly slipping out the back door. I knew he had stopped right in the back corner of the house because I could hear the motion detector, then I saw he just sitting there behind a tree for the longest time. I just hoped he was watching something.

When he finally came back in it was long after everything had stopped, and he told me he heard something, a noise like a sudden exhale. He stood perfectly still waiting for whatever it was to move, or run, but that was it. All he heard was the one noise. And then just like that it was all he could think of…didn’t know where it came from, but he knew the stalker was close by and couldn’t figure out how to catch him.

Click here to read about the 104th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2036

November 8 – 11, 2011 Days 99 – 102 of Morgan’s Stalking – A few quiet days before the storm…

Posted on October 25, 2012 by Toni Ingram

Morgan on a cold night

Steve is dropped by some illness, and I take him to see his doctor. I’m not feeling so well either, and I am afraid I will go down also, but I know we can’t both afford to be sick. Morgan seems perky, she has always had this great way of bouncing back from anything and she is happily coming, and going on her own schedule.

Two of the four days she texts me in the morning, because Wylah is up before 6:00 am, so I get up a little early to take her puppy out, the little yard is cold, but quiet now. I always take the opportunity to venture outside the fenced part of the yard to look for anything that resembles a stalker. It’s starting to look as if that one morning was the only time the stalker will make a visit to Wylah’s morning potty stop to terrorize Morgan.

Morgan had the following post on her computer on November 10, 2011 – she was strong and ALWAYS had a great attitude about life, even in the midst of this horrendous stalking…that is just who Morgan was.

I was writing just single words in my dayrunner during this time. Words like afraid, and chicken, and scared. Not to describe Morgan, but rather to describe him, the stalker. Because I was reflecting a lot over these quiet few days, even more so, because Steve was laid up with a horrible chest infection. He was on antibiotics, and bed rest, and that left me with more time to just think – much more than I usually have.

And I thought about Morgan’s stalker, how he had acted and behaved. His real M.O. He would do anything to avoid being caught, taking great pains to hide how he was managing to make the loud cracking noise against Morgan’s windows at night. Taunting the sheriff’s, as he had done at the beginning, didn’t even seem to concern him any longer. I guess the brutal truth is that if you choose to show up fifteen minutes after the crime, your deterrence effect is greatly reduced.

We had installed another wildlife camera (of our own) by Morgan’s window and it was meant just to answer the question of what was causing the noise against her windows. So far we had caught streaks coming through the air at the time of the noises. No person, not even an arm, just a streak through the air, and Steve was convinced now that it was not a projectile, but these streaks were attached to something as he could see the streaks, “retract, or withdraw” after every impact noise.

Steve was now guessing it was like the cracking of a whip from some distance. Just another theory until we could catch him in the act, and that, sad to say was proving to be next to impossible so far. We were searching for an answer with all the we had, we had not found it yet, and what we really had going for us is that we would never give up.

On 11/11/11

Morgan sends her teacher a text that she has to miss her jazz dance class today because she has a doctor’s appt., but will see her teacher right afterwards. Morgan posted a picture today on her FB. She is getting ready to go out at ~8:00 pm, she doesn’t hear anything, but later camera shows motion detector goes on at this time. She leaves to drive to Carbondale, I saw a small dark car, with blackout windows speed down the street after Morgan, so I yell for Steve. Steve jumps in his truck to follow the car – I immediately call dispatch, dispatch says it’s one of theirs going off a “tip” so I thank them and call Steve’s cell phone…I then realize he left it behind and it is ringing in the kitchen. I later find out that Steve raced until he caught up with the car following Morgan and then got waved down at the Carbondale Mini Storage by a sheriff who tells him it’s okay, it’s one of ours. The car continues to follow Morgan – Sheriffs staged a follow of Morgan as she drives out of the subdivision – why? We call and tell Detective Glassmire about this incident and replies, “I have no idea what or who that was!” There was no follow-up. No answers – end of story. Why did he lie? What was the “tip” they were going off of?

Today is October 25, 2012 – And little rays of sunshine have begun to peak out in Morgan’s case. Steve always reminds our other children that stress is not caused by too many problems, it is caused by a lack of solutions.

Today is no different than a little less than a year ago was. We had a horrific situation unfolding, and just to emphasize the point, I received a comment today from a woman who was stalked right here in Garfield County about 25 years ago, when she was the same age as Morgan, she was also 20 years old. She recounts a story, not too unlike what happened to Morgan, but gladly, and thankfully she was not killed by her stalker. The real point I would like to make is that nothing has changed. Twenty-five years later and it is the same story. I have met with and spoken with so many people who agree that this situation must change. The United States Department of Justice developed a protocol for stalking over ten years ago. It has proven successful, very successful, but there is a catch – you have to implement it. But guess what? The main player here, the person or even people who’s job it is to make that change don’t seem to be interested in change. Our District Attorney Martin Beeson and our Sheriff Lou Vallario don’t want anything to change…don’t they have children, wives, or sisters that they care about? Or is the big blue wall and their egos more important to them? I know only too well about that big blue wall – I grew up in Los Angeles before that big blue wall came tumbling down – so I know exactly what that looks like.

So what exactly is that telling us? Is it that two or three murders a year are somehow acceptable, as long as you don’t call them murders? That if a few of Garfield County’s residents meet with a grizzly end then that is OK? Because I don’t think so, and a think a simple truth has emerged, a solution to the problem.

The solution is a realization that the answer does not lie within Garfield County. Garfield County is comprised of a lot of great people with a problem that was evidently here twenty five years ago, and still exists here today. I wonder what has been here for those twenty five years that has allowed this to exist? If there was one thing, the solution might just be that simple. I’m not sure, but I can assure you that tomorrow when I pull out Morgan’s boxes of evidence, I am going to look at them in a whole new way. I am going to look for a new solution in there. A solution to how my daughter Morgan, could be stalked for four months, and then murdered, because I believe 100% without a doubt in my mind she was murdered. And sorry, but I have to say it again. I believe this 100% not because I woke up one morning and decided it all on my own. Quite the opposite. First there was a doctor who saw Morgan less than two days before she died, and talked to me over the phone, and wanted to be sure they were looking into her stalker, because Morgan was in perfect health, just tired and stressed – about her stalker. Then came another specialist, and another. Then Morgan was found to have died of natural causes. I wasn’t questioning it, no it was everyone else that Steve, and I spoke with about this that were questioning how Morgan could have died of natural causes, the stalker had to have played some part in her death – if not being completely responsible for what happened to Morgan. Steve and I were still in shock and were really just going through the motions, some days strong, other days not so strong. Always helping each other to move forward.

Then I know you have all heard this before, but we traveled to Los Angeles, and asked the person we thought most qualified to answer what happened to Morgan, what her opinion was after reviewing all the records, and it was her opinion, she was 100% sure that it was not natural causes. This was a homicide!

I truely, truely hope that none of you ever have to go through anything like this, I really do. But after that meeting in Los Angeles there were more opinions, and every one of them were in agreement. Morgan had met with foul play. And we will prove that that is what happened, one step at a time.

And then I’m going to find a solution for how, as citizens of this country, Steve and I are left to prove the entire crime ourselves, so that the next set of parents, who find themselves in our situation won’t have to, because it is a nightmare no person should ever have to live through. People have been lying, and Garfield County really doesn’t seem to care as long as they never have to have a murder on the books in their County.

Click here to read about the 103rd day of Morgan’s stalking. I can’t believe it has already been over 100 days and her stalking still remains out there to harass, intimidate, frighten and control Morgan, Steve & myself 🙁 https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2022

November 7, 2011 – Day 98 of Morgan’s stalking – a very dark day for all of us…

Posted on October 24, 2012 by Toni Ingram

Wylah looking at the front door

Today started out OK – last night was quiet. The grandchildren slept over and Dave, Steve’s friend, still never answered his phone. Steve decided to drive into Aspen extra early, and go straight to Dave’s house. He wanted to check up on him, and deliver the food, since we were unable to last night. We felt terrible, because we knew Dave never wanted to accept help, but he had just returned from the hospital, and couldn’t really do much of anything for himself. We were still in disbelief in regards to everything that was happening with the stalker, the sheriff’s dead batteries, and just about everything else. Morgan was losing hope in the sheriff’s department, and so were we. We were trying to come up with ideas – then everything turned black.

Steve got to town, and went straight to his friend Dave’s place. He knocked and knocked…yelled Dave’s name – nothing. He called their other friend to tell him what was happening – his other friend told him where the key was hidden, and said he was on his way. Steve opened the door, went inside and found Dave on the couch – he was not moving (Dave had already been dead for quite awhile, but Steve had no way of knowing), Steve called 911 and started CPR. By the time his other friend arrived, and the EMT’s had gotten there to take over, it seemed like a lifetime to Steve. He was devastated. He called me to tell me what had happened, and was so shaken up he couldn’t drive his truck home for hours. This was our first dark, dark day – we never realized that the darkness would be returning again on December 2nd.

I didn’t read my emails until later in the day – there were 2 emails from Detective Glassmire. They were both from yesterday, after they left our house. He said when they stopped at Starbucks in Rifle they saw a Green Ford Fiesta with a female driver. They jotted down the license (don’t ask me why since it was in Rifle, not Glenwood or Carbondale, and it had a female driver), and it wasn’t registered to Keenan so what was the point? He mentions they are all doing this to follow up on any sightings of a vehicle they think might be Keenan’s and to let us know this could be the vehicle witnesses have seen near Thunder River Market. Are you kidding me? Morgan said whenever she saw his car at the Thunder River intersection she saw Keenan in it, and now I feel like this email is trying to make it sound like it’s not him that she is seeing in the car. The next email he sends me says an off duty deputy saw one at the Rifle Walmart registered to a couple somewhere else, and mentions these cars are a little more popular than we thought. I am now thinking, OK – this is a little ridiculous at this point, do you know how far away Rifle is from the Thunder River Intersection? Am I supposed to feel like they are actually watching out for this car and Keenan, or just trying to make excuses? At this point I still trust them, but it’s starting to wear a little thin.

Morgan gets a text message from her sister that says, “I wish you could come here soooooo bad!!! I need help with my shows & I miss you!!” (She really just wants to get Morgan out of Colorado) Morgan answers, “I miss you! I just can’t ditch out on Wylah and ballet. :(” Her sister texts back, “When is ballet over? Maybe Mom can watch the dog…I need my Morgana!” Morgan writes back, “In December. I can’t leave Wylah though. I’d be so sad.” Her sister writes back, “:( you could Skype with her.” Morgan says, “Haha I don’t think that would do it unfortunately.” Her sister says, “Fine!” Morgan says, “I love you!!!” And her sister says, “I love you!!!” When I read these texts now I remember Morgan’s older sister calling me on the phone later, and chastising me for not forcing Morgan to go stay with her to get her away from the stalker. She was starting to panic, she had a really bad feeling (she was very intuitive and always had been), and she was getting upset with me, because she wasn’t getting anywhere trying to convince Morgan to leave. I explained to her that Morgan was 20 years old, she was a Leo, and very stubborn, and I couldn’t make her do anything. I explained that I wanted her to leave too – I pleaded with her to go back to visit her Godparents in Hawaii for a while (that was pretty far away), and I would take care of her puppy, but she wouldn’t do it – she didn’t want the stalker to force her to leave and she was also concerned that if she left, and he followed her then what would she do?

At 8:46 pm Morgan sent me a text to say, “On my way.” I watched for her to drive up so I could meet her in the driveway as usual. Morgan spent some time watching TV and knitting. She was making homemade Christmas presents as usual…here is a picture of the gloves she was making at the time (she looks so worn out, but still her happy self). She almost finished the present before she was killed.