After work today we went to purchase more motion detector lights, the high intensity types, along with more motion detector alarms.  We are trying to completely cover the perimeter of our house, and perhaps get advanced warning of someone approaching.

Earlier in the day at  2:58 pm I sent Morgan a text message, “M – text me a really good picture of Wyhla, and is that how you spell her name?”  Morgan texts me back, “You have a picture of her on your phone.  Or dad’s.  It’s Wylah.”

At 4:23 pm I sent her a text back, “Thanks!”  Then Morgan sends me a text that says, “Mhm.  Whatcha doing?”  At 5:59 pm I send an answer, “Just leaving Costco should we come get you?”  At 6:17 pm she responds, “No, it’s cool I was just wondering why you wanted a pic.”  I said, “To send to Bill.”  Bill is Morgan’s Godfather – he lives in Kauai.  She had just spent 2 weeks with him, and his wife Diane in June, and had such a wonderful time with them both…she misses them.  They haven’t seen a picture of her new puppy yet, so I thought I would send them one.  Morgan writes back, “Aww.  Yay.”

At 6:38 pm I sent her a text that says, “Suppose you can do that later perhaps?”  (not sure what that was about, I guess she must have called or sent her dad a text about something).  Then at 7:43 pm I sent Morgan a text that said, “Almost 8:00 pm can we come get you?”  Morgan texts back, “Give me an hour?”  I say, “OK – 8:45 where?”  Morgan texts back, “Mom…Nine.  Just call me when you’re close.”  I sent her another text at 8:46 pm, “We are at the Methodist Church right one?” She texts back, “K. Just a second.”

It’s strange to suddenly be treating our 19-year-old daughter like she was twelve again, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all.  She’s afraid, we’re afraid, and we are trying not to talk about our fear – talking about it would make it real.

Her stalking has been going on for 11 days now, and even though I may call it a quiet night, we don’t really sleep well.  Our guard has been raised and we are becoming, what the sheriff’s tell us later is called “hyper-vigilant.”  It’s like when you sleep in a new place that you are uncomfortable in, every noise no matter how small or slight, has added significance now.  We lie in bed and instead of kissing and saying, “Good night honey” we talk about what we are going to do if we should hear a rock against the window, because we know someone is out there trying to terrorize us.  Who’s going out the front door?  Who’s going out the back door?  Mag lights on, Mag lights off?  How are the two of us going to corner him/her?  We actually have no idea who he is, or if it’s even a he.  So far we have never caught the slightest glimpse.  If it were not for his/her actual footprints, up against our house in front of our windows, we would be dealing with that small doubt – we have had so many theories from our friends that maybe the windows could make noises on their own with temperature changes, or it could be bats with faulty sonar that smack into windows – however none of those leave Etnie skater shoe footprints on the ground.

Morgan still feels safer sleeping in our closet on the floor, and tonight there was no noise on the closet window…it was a quiet night.

Click here to read about the 12th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=550