At 4:23 am the Master Bedroom motion alarm went off and I went to the monitor to see if anything was going on outside. As I replayed it I saw lights shining, lighting up the side of our neighbor Ken’s house. I went to the window and looked out, but it was dark now. Then I saw a flash, not a flashlight, maybe a cell phone.
I stepped as quickly and quietly as I could to the bedroom and woke Steve up. I told him that someone was outside our room, right now! Steve got dressed, went to the window, and peered out. He stood staring and motioned for me to go to the monitor and see it anything was on the cameras.
There was a shape right between the houses, probably a man. Steve had come alongside me and whispered he was going out the back door and either catch him of flush him out the front. He wanted me to go to the front door and if he came by I could run out and see which way he went – except I was wearing a robe.
We were amazingly calm as we set up the sting. After all these months it seemed all too easy. Steve had that look in his eyes, nothing was going to stop him. The shape started moving and his flashlight was on again, completely obvious this time. Then he turned and the letters SHERIFF in luminescent fabric were clearly seen on his back. Then he was on his phone again and Steve slapped the bat he was holding into his palm and cursed under his breath. Is he on a stakeout? Steve wondered.
Just as he said that he walked out to the front yard and we heard his truck start up. After a while he circled the block twice in his truck slowing down as he was near Morgan’s window. I called dispatch later and they told me our neighbor’s house had been broken into. Steve tried to call him to find out what had happened, but could not reach him and just left a message.
Morgan’s sister texted her at 10:32 am, “I’m awake! U?” and Morgan did not answer. At 2:09 pm her sister texted again, “Did u wanna skype still???”. Morgan answered her with, “We’re on our way to lunch. I’ll text you after?” Her sister said, “Have a good lunch!!! Text me when you get back and we will all Skype it” with a bunch of happy faces then “We have never had a Thanksgiving Skype.” With two hearts, and Morgan sent her a heart back.
We all drove into Aspen and had our Thanksgiving at the Maroon Creek Club, which was a very rare experience for us. Normally it was the whole family, and at least a few more people. We even tried to always invite someone we had just met to share our dinner with them. It was always festive at our home, but this was by far more quiet and mellow. Each of the chefs there made their favorite Thanksgiving dish, and the food was outstanding. Morgan was all smiles and had a great time talking about Thanksgivings to come, and how some day we would all be at her house, and how different that was going to be for us. It triggered a memory in me, because when we were were on vacation with Morgan in July we were able to go to my best friend’s house for dinner. Morgan was enthralled with the glass antique spoon holders my friend had, and said she would love those in her house one day, so I secretly wrote a note to myself since Morgan had been putting together things that she would love to have when she moved into her own home.
She was really starting to look forward to the Yoga certification classes she would be starting soon. She wanted the both of us to be her first “pupils”, and we agreed. She loved the tea and the desserts, I think she had at least one piece of each dessert.
Steve took the opportunity, on the drive home, to tell Morgan we had been looking at places to move to, and had found a few that would work. One in particular that we wanted her to see. Quite matter of factly she asked what we were going to do if he, or the stalker(s) followed us. Steve was quick to explain that this place had been picked with defense in mind, and the lowest window was twenty feet from the ground. How it would be so much better for the cameras and there would not be blind spots as we had now. There were some details to be worked out, but he thought it was going to be much safer for her and far more challenging for him to do anything like what he was doing now.
Morgan was quite cheered up by all this, and then reminded us it would not be so long before she was off to school at CU Boulder anyway, time enough for her Yoga certification program and then just a few months before she would be leaving…
Click here to read about the 116th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2273
Old age setting in so I forgot, when was Morgan expected to go away to Cu Boulder? My suspicion is timing of her murder to correlate with something that was about to come up, ie… a move.
She was going to start that August 2011 that same August that the stalking started, but before the stalking started she had decided to defer a year so she could take the Yoga instructor certification classes from January – June 2012 (which she never lived to do), and then she was to start Boulder in August of 2012. Some of her friends had already graduated with their 4 year degree an couldn’t find a job so she felt if she defered starting her last 2 years of college in order to become a certified yoga instructor then when she started school for her last 2 years in Boulder she could work weekends as an instructor and still be able to do yoga throughout the week to stay healthy and strong and then if her plans went well she was going to take the LSATs and try to get in to a really good law school. Until after she died and I read her diary I didn’t know she wanted to become a woman’s rights lawyer…that makes this even harder.
Almost forgot – in the meantime she was still taking classes at CMC – ballet (pointe), Jazz and Philosophy and had signed up for a computer class as well
Thank you Toni! I will be thinking of you and your family this Thanksgiving. God Bless you all.
I was asking my dad about metal, I was talking to him about yours and he said that his guys who put on the roofs must wear gloves so that they do not leave finger prints, he said that finger print oil curroads the metal leaving behind finger prints, and they don’t go away! Maybe that helps!
Nice tip Chayse
I had a stalker once…The MAIN night was I put my two babies (single mom, lived alone) in the bath, I was on the toilet. I thought I saw branches or something moving outside the window above the tub. It had that glass that’s textured. I stood up (pants still down) leaned over the tub, peered out with my face next to the glass hoping to see through the textured window. I was looking directly into a man’s face. I screamed, ran, kids ran, bubbles flying, dialed 911. Waiting for the police I’m thinking “Is my bedroom window closed and locked, is the kids bedroom window closed and locked” I was terrified. Then the phone went dead. Fortunatley it was me, so scared I had accidentally pulled the phone out of the wall but those few minutes…it took to get it plugged in, get 911 back, I honestly was terrified.
Long story short…a couple months prior to this…I was in a car accident. The police took my license and when they had written up the accident my license was GONE. No where to be found. The police said “don’t worry, it will show up” well it never did. One night I get a call “this is so and so from such and such police dept we found your license” But mind you this is a police dept 40 miles away…the accident was in Long Beach. My license is now, somehow mysteriously in Redondo Beach, at least 40 miles away…and the police officer says “I’m off work soon, I’ll bring it by”…
I was terrified…I hung up, called the police dept back and they had never heard of the offficier but sent a car over. He stayed but after a quick check, left. me alone in that house. I was never so scared in my life…Nothing ever happened. I never got my license back…never found out what happened…but sometimes the police can’t be trusted either. I think someone – a police man – at that accident took my license. He then knew where I lived…it was horrifying. For a while I would go into a store, comeout and there was a note on my car. I would leave the house, forget something, run back in teh house and by the time I got outside a note was on my car. I knew someone was watching, waiting but I couldn’t do anything nor could the police.
I was lucky.
Just a quick question. The pictures of the stalker trying to knock down the wildlife cam. Where were you in the house? Why weren’t the alarms going off?
Good question – we were in the back of the house, in our bedroom – the Sheriff’s had just left, and the front porch alarm was off, because if it was on while the Sheriff’s were there it would have been going off every time they walked up and down our driveway so we had turned it off.
So is there any follow up on what the police were doing or if there was a break in? Leaning toward more law enforcement.
Toni; the other day, on this site, I could swear I was watching some of the videos you posted of the stalkers. Did you remove them? Was I accidentally on another site? I ask for a couple of reasons…the main reason is because WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE!?! Someone knows. Someone will recognize their clothing, profile; who knows…but I just think it’s important for that reason for as many people as possible to see those images. It’s unbelieveable to me that the police have not succeeded in identifying these people or person. It’s just so obvious that that is square one…even if they didn’t have to do with your daughter’s death, I’m not saying they are, they STILL should be identified and questioned because if not, then what was the motive? What was going on? I am just furious no one has identified these people. If they didn’t drive there (no unknown car in the neighborhood?) then they live nearby – within walking distance…so that’s 3 miles at most right?
Second, this particular video, the one I was watching, was of the rainy night. The image was difficult to see…but I wanted to see that video again. Are they somewhere else on the site or did you remove them? And are there others? I saw them on Dr. Phil…..but would like to take a closer look.
They are all still on the blog – different dates starting in August. I agree I’m not an investigator and I could see distinctive characteristics in all the video/pictures and the Sheriff’s had copies of them that they could have used right then and there to try to identify these people but they didn’t.