Morgan had settled into a routine with her puppy, in order to avoid accidents, she got up whenever the puppy first whined in the morning, and took her out in the backyard to go potty. This was working well, and Wylah was sleeping in a little later all the time, and Morgan was really happy about that.
This particular morning Wylah decided that at 5:45 am she has to go out. The sun has not even begun to get up at this time, and it was still very dark out. Morgan has an uneasy feeling as she opens the door to let her puppy out, and she stops (intuition kicking in), putting Wylah on a 15 foot leash, that is on the floor right by the door. Then she stays right in the doorway, letting her out the back sliding glass door, so Wylah can have her run of the grass, and reach her favorite spot.
As Morgan crouches, and watches her puppy frolic she becomes aware of something – it’s on her left side toward Rhonda’s house. She looks and sees a person, a male, dressed in all black, standing just outside the 3 foot high fence between our BBQ and a post holding up the roof. He was not there when she came to the door, he has just appeared. He is standing still and watching her. He does not say a word. She reels the leash in, dragging her puppy as fast as she can, and sliding the door closed with her knee at the same time. There is a trail of urine across the patio, and into the house from the puppy. She closes, and locks the door, and runs to our bedroom doorway and drops to the floor. She is so badly shaken and scared.
She sat there, in our doorway, because from there she could see most of the house and all four doors. He was gone now. She could look over at the conga drums, by the door, and see a pepper spray can and a mag light sitting there. There was also another pepper spray on the kitchen bar top, and one up by the front door. She sat there for an hour with her puppy on her lap, and watched out the windows for something moving.
Steve woke up, and immediately wondered what was wrong. Morgan told him what had happened, and burst out crying, I woke up hearing her explaining to her dad. Steve can see how upset and frightened she still is, and holds her. Wylah whines and paws at them. I am furious and looking for somewhere to aim my furry.
I call the sheriffs department, can’t remember if it was Detective Glassmire or dispatch that I spoke to. I don’t remember anyone coming, but sometimes the memories are sharp and written down in black and white, and others, they are more of a blur, like this morning was.
We had a motion detector for exactly that area, and the night before Steve had taken it inside to repaint it a camouflage color. What the hell? How did the stalker know the detector was gone? Steve thought when painted the detectors would be harder to see, at least they wouldn’t be bright white, and not so obvious that way. But is that all this took? We take the detector down for one night and there he is the next morning in the area the detector would have alerted us to. Does he watch this closely, or was it a coincidence?
Steve and I avoided the spot he was standing, because we had some delusional fantasy the officers with crime scene kits might show up, and thoroughly investigate the area. Nobody came, nobody was coming. Steve and I got on hands and knees and searched ourselves – any little speck of something. Of course I have been since told that if I had found anything I would have destroyed the chain of custody. Why would I be surprised, nobody will ever look, but if I do and find something, it’s worthless as evidence. That is what I mean when I say the laws favor the stalkers. So, as I understand it now we could have shot him if he were two steps closer, and up on the porch, but if I pick up his cigarette butt, no good. I am telling you all of this to try to help others out there – before this happened to our family we had no idea of how to handle this type of a situation.
Steve waits a while and asks Morgan if she knew who it was. She is not certain, she thinks it is Keenan, but she also does not want to try and picture him, so Steve tells her not to, that it is over now, and she made an unbelievably good choice by following her intuition and letting Wylah out on a leash, and staying inside the house.
This afternoon I saw my therapist again, and again, she was really helpful – she tries to help me figure out how we can help this situation by catching Morgan’s stalker – she throws out new ideas that are really helpful. As expected, nobody is coming over because Morgan is not 100% sure that it was Keenan that she saw, and if she were to just compose a letter and send it to the detective we were told that will be fine.
I tell Morgan about writing a letter and I could see the disappointment in her face. I try to cheer her up, but it is too late. That she feels like she is getting the brush-off is all too obvious. We had a melancholy day together, and Morgan did a lot of knitting on the couch, with all the window curtains and blinds closed. Our house is no longer bright and cheery – it’s now all about blocking out the prying eyes of a stalker.
Morgan went to see her friend later on to just get out of the house. I was extra worried about her, but trying to remain calm.
I text Morgan to see when she is coming home, it’s now right before 10 pm, she is driving my car as usual and has her puppy with her. She leaves Carbondale to head home on the “back” road, it is a two lane, county road, hill on one side, and a small drop off on the other. It’s – County Road 100, Carbondale, Colorado – if you want to see it on Google maps.
As soon as she passes the first pull-off area, a car pulls in behind her, she thinks right away it is Keenan’s car, so she slows way down, so he will go around her, but he does not, he stays right behind her, no matter how much she slows down.
When she is going really slow another car catches up to both of them, and in the back window she can see the car’s headlights illuminate the car behind her, and she can see that in the car following her there is one person, a male, driving the car. Once again she thinks it is Keenan, and she can see the car is green like his, but she is not 100% sure that it is him.
She speeds up, and no matter how slow or fast she goes, he is right behind her. She turns left into our subdivision, and turns around to see the driver, it is Keenan, and for the first time she can say she is 100% sure. Morgan races home, and she can tell that Keenan has continued on County Road 100. She pulls up in the driveway. She is extremely upset! Steve goes out into the street to be sure he didn’t change course to follow her home, but no one was there.
I called the sheriff’s dispatch and tell them what had just happened, and how Morgan was frightened and forgot to call until right before she got home, so as soon as I knew she was safe, I called them. They explain to me that it is too late now, there is nothing they can do. She needs to call 911 next time, while actually being followed, or if she sees someone that shouldn’t be there.
Morgan is extremely upset, and is crying. She wants to know why it’s always up to her to do everything, while they do nothing. I don’t have an answer for her. Detective Glassmire sent me an email last night that I read at lunch. He said how he knows how frustrating this is, but they are getting close to making an arrest. And that was before what happened today – happened.
We all decide Morgan will no longer let her puppy out if it is dark out – she will wake us up to do it. Morgan is getting really stressed over all of this happening – can’t sleep at night, and is always exhausted. Morgan doesn’t want to be home, but she does not want to be forced from her home by this guy. Steve again suggests that perhaps she should just go to her Godfather’s home in Hawaii. Morgan says she can’t, she just can’t, school is not over yet, but will be soon. We are really at a loss over what to do now.
Today is October 16, 2012 – When I reviewed the emails and notes and text messages, I had a thought. This was a busy day of terrorizing from Morgan’s stalker, and no response from the sheriff’s, not one visit in person. But the strange thing is our detective is laid up for a few days and if a stalker knew this and wanted to raise cain, today would have been the day. But that’s too far fetched isn’t it? That would mean he knew, had some inside line. I’m not saying the sheriffs were in on this, just that maybe intel was making it to the wrong ears without their knowledge…just a thought.
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