Morgan went off the see some friends.  She was having fun taking her puppy to the park in Carbondale.  At 3:19 pm Steve sent Morgan a text, “Did you mail the letter?”  Later that day I sent her a text at 6:14 pm saying, M – it’s after 6 where are you?  Did you know your voice mail is not connecting?”  At 7:03 pm Morgan sends a text back saying, “What?!  I hate my phone. Have you called me too?  Is the mail place still open?”  At 7:34 pm I sent her a text back saying, “ No the mail place (P.O.) closed at 4:30 pm, it is now after 7:00 pm.  I called and called – no answer, no message machine.  You said you’d be home at 6:00 to bury the ferret.”  (Her last ferret had died over the winter when the ground was still frozen, and we had made a plan to go bury it in the later afternoon. Morgan texted back, “Call?”  I texted her back, “I meant call me”  She texted back, “Crap.  Should we do it tomorrow?”  I texted, “When will you be home?”

I am starting to get really worried about the strange tapping on her windows and wondering how does someone know within 15 minutes when she comes home?

Morgan sends me a text, “When do you need me?”  I text back, “Please be home by 10 – love you.”  Morgan texted back, “Definitely, love you more.”   I replied, “No way Jose.”  Morgan comes home from a friend’s house and decides to shower in Toni’s office bathroom @ around 10:10 pm (thinking it was safer since it was on the other side of house from her bedroom) within 10 minutes of her arriving home, and after undressing, she notices the obscured bathroom window is open about an inch, she gets a creepy feeling (your intuition always knows!), closes cranks closed the window – she hears a loud bang, bang on the window, it sounds like it’s about to break from a fist hitting it, she grabs a towel, wraps it around her and runs into our bedroom.  She is frightened out of her wits and tells us what happened.  Her dad runs outside to see if he can catch the guy, but finds nothing.  Morgan is so frightened she sleeps in my walk-in closet that night with her puppy.

*Please note at this point we should have called the Sheriff’s Office or 911, but decided the morning would be a better time to call in the light of day.  By this time Morgan is so stressed out that she breaks out in a rash on her face and chest.  I refuse to leave the house unless Morgan is not home…I never leave Morgan alone anymore (except one morning for 20 minutes, and as you will see later on in this story, that was a huge mistake).  Morgan always sends me a text or calls to tell me when she will be driving up the driveway…I always meet her in the driveway carrying pepper spray when she drives up.  This always happens up until, and including, the night Morgan died.  

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