The day when it all goes wrong…we didn’t listen to our intuitions

Morgan's ferret Mocha peeking out of a bag

Morgan’s ferret Mocha peeking out of a bag

There is such a day… and over the past year I have looked back on that day so many times.  We all knew there was danger, Morgan, Steve and I, but obviously we did not really know the extent of the danger.  But that is the story you know from the Blog of Morgan’s Stalking.  There are many other stories of the past year ,and now I want to share this one with you.

Very surprisingly, and unexpectedly since the day that Morgan was murdered, I have met people who have been through similar situations, all with different outcomes; however with a very similar thread to all our experiences.

We all thought we were being abundantly cautious.  We had all taken protective measures that may seem extreme to others, but were obviously not extreme enough.  And we all had that one night where one breakdown followed another until, much to our total dismay, our defenses were down.  And we all sort of independently thought, on that particular night, what are the odds? Or even, just this once, I can relax for one night, and everything will be alright.  And we did – relax that one night – and no, it was not alright.  Far from alright, it all went wrong, so horribly wrong.  Not just for Steve and I, and Morgan, but for many others who have shared their experiences with me.

As the last two weeks of Morgan’s life have been pieced together with as close to microscopic precision as Steve and I, and so many others helping us have been able to achieve things have surfaced.  So many things came to light that we would have never known.  So many seemingly innocent incidents that added together for Morgan to even be home on the evening of December 1st.

The night before she had a pleasantly unexpected ex-boyfriend sleep over on our couch – he wanted to add his watchful eyes and ears to ours, and on the night before that, she “felt “the stalker’s” presence, and heard his noises”, until she could take it no longer and went to the home of a grandmother she baked with.  The next evening (the evening after she was murdered) she would most likely have been gone for the weekend babysitting for our proud military families at their retreat in Frisco, CO.  And the move of our family would have officially begun in all likelihood the next week after that.

And here was that one night, as Steve and I have fatefully learned, where so many things were stacked against Morgan.  We learned that Morgan had asked to sleep over at a friends aunt’s house that night but it didn’t work out so she came home.  Whereas Tessi (our dog) was closed up in the back of the house in our room, very unusual.  Where I took extra sleeping aids because the exhaustion of Morgan’s Stalking had become too much.  When Steve moved a key motion detector because the suddenly increased Deputy patrols with their equipment laden trucks were setting it off at all hours of the night.  When an inside monitor suddenly failed, and was left off for the night.  And at least a few more I just can’t remember right now.  And we all know the outcome, sorry Louise, Morgan did not take her life, and even if she had it would still be a crime caused by the stalker, and his accomplices, and those covering for him.  But far too much evidence exists to dismiss the presence of at least one other in Morgan’s room that night.  We now know with complete certainty the reality that no parent ever wants to believe…our daughter was murdered in her own room, while we were sound asleep on the other side of the house.

In my grief I heard similar stories, and they did not register until much later.  Something that has been with me very much so since Morgan’s death.  Stories of alarms that were malfunctioning, and off for just one night.  Of tarps, and scaffolding in place at the neighbor’s house that conveniently concealed the criminal.  Of car keys that were thought to be missing, but were not missing at all, instead in use by the criminal with a new perfect hiding spot.  Of dogs that were at the vets for overnight observation, after suddenly taking ill.  The list goes on and on.  And because of all these mishaps that took place, something horrific happened to others on that one particular night when everything seemed to have gone wrong.

MISTAKE – letting your guard down in a crisis situation.  Stalking is a crisis situation, invasion of privacy for sexual gratification is a crisis situation.  The only thing you really know is how long it has been since the last time your perpetrator terrorized you.  And you know very well that most likely there will be a next time, and while you accept that fact, you do not know when it will be.

While you should not have to ever live in fear, you must also be extra vigilant on those nights when it seems like things are randomly, suddenly all going wrong.  Human nature to accept that there is a simple explanation for it all.  I did, Steve did, and now I have met many others who did.  We might have all been worried, but convinced ourselves that everything was going to be just fine.

Which brings up an obvious point, when I look back on the combination of events that came together by coincidence for one night, and I say coincidence, because there are events that were beyond the control of Morgan’s tormentor.  How much of a coincidence is it that is the night he chose too?  Too much of a coincidence?  I think so.

I think that stalkers and sexual perverts either get quickly exposed, and caught because they are inept at remaining undetected.  Or they have mastered remaining undetected and are rarely, if ever, caught red-handed, or have eyewitness testimony, and things of that nature.  They are only caught through trace evidence, DNA matches, a fatal slip up they never realized they had made until it was too late for them.

This all leads to one explanation that most do not like to think of.  What if your tormentor is there far more often than you ever realized?  What if sometimes you are aware of his presence and other times you are not?  What if the time that all seems so quiet and calm is the most dangerous?

My goal is not to further frighten other victims, but to further raise awareness of managing the dangers.  Because to help save others is to help make their radar one degree more intense.  Maybe the world is just not as safe a place as it once was, and we are all adjusting to that.  But I also want you all to know, parents and children alike, that to be just a little more cautious is a good thing.  To trust your instincts, even when your mind tells you something else.  Morgan was definitely not alone statistic wise, and the last thing she would wish is for you to join her.  Be happy, enjoy life, but please, be safe.

January 6 – 16, 2012 – Day 35 – 45 of Morgan’s investigation – more thundering silence in the aftermath of Morgan’s stalking

Morgan loved having her hair curled as a child - we would call her little curly

Morgan loved having her hair curled as a child – we would call her little curly

Between January 6th to the 15th, Steve and I tried to get back into the full swing of work, it was very trying.

On January 13, 2012 the Post Independent Newspaper in Glenwood Springs had the following in the report by the Glenwood Springs Police (not the Garfield County Sheriffs) about their incidents and arrests and this is what the paper had received from the GWSPD about an arrest of Keenan Vanginkel, but we did not read the paper on this day, we were sent this article later.

Then on the 16th Detectives Glassmire and Alstatt came over to our house to tell us about another girl attending CRMS in Carbondale that had a stalker, they asked us if Morgan ever took a foreign language class at Colorado Mountain College.  The M.O. of this stalker was different from Morgan’s stalker, and later on we found out that the girl being stalked recognized the man, and told the Sheriff’s who he was – a deputy went to his house, confronted him and he confessed.  It was a proactive move they made and Steve and I applaud this kind of intervention very much.  This perp wasn’t anything like Morgan’s stalker, a different typology completely, but it sure would have been wonderful if that same outcome could have been Morgan’s.

Then for four days we left for a trip to attend an award celebration for our oldest daughter.  She was still so distraught over losing her baby sister, that she didn’t even want to go, even though she had been nominated for an award.  We urged her to go and all of us knew that Morgan would have really wanted her to go.  Morgan knew how hard her older sister worked first hand, since Morgan got to help her on two of her movies.

So Steve and I went to cheer her on, even though it was an extremely hard thing to do.  I couldn’t stay more than 2 days, so we left early – the crying could no longer be contained.  It was our first trip anywhere after Morgan’s death and it is slowly getting better for us – we were able to function in public for 2 days.

In a wonderful gesture, a dedication was made to Morgan in one of the movies Morgan had worked on, in honor of her memory, and her contributions.  In Hollywood they have their own problems with stalkers, and they are very sensitive to the problem.  Specialists who have consulted on Morgan’s case are also very involved with the task of protecting celebrities from the beasts that stalkers are.  It has been very interesting to learn how catching the stalker is just the beginning.  Following through to a successful and very impact-full prosecution is just as, if not more important for them.

Unfortunately there is not a unified system to prevent stalking.  It has far more of differing methods in just about every area of the country.  And stalkers are very adept at slipping into the cracks when left wide open, all too often victims are left on their own.  Thinking they have protection when in reality they do not.  I look forward to the day when victims are not left to the mercy of their stalkers, as much as they are now.  And it will come, Morgan is not the only one to has suffered the fate she did at the hands of her stalker, unfortunately for us as a country of civilized people Morgan is part of a very large statistic that needs far more attention than it has received up till now.

The Unimaginable Life

Morgan always with her camera

Morgan always with her camera

Living through four months of stalking and terror…it seemed so unbearable at the time, but now it seems like just a walk in the park compared with what came next. We couldn’t protect our little girl, Steve and I, and we will live with that crushing emptiness for the rest of our lives, just as so many others are forced to do.

Everyone has their way of dealing with the tragedies in their life. Maybe for Steve and I writing a blog, and helping other victims of stalking in the memory of Morgan is our way. It does help us, yet I know all too well the accomplishments become a part of Morgan’s legacy so that gives every little thing a far deeper meaning. And as her legacy has, without doubt, been treated unfairly and unjustly by those with something to hide, there is much work still left to do.

It was so unexpected, but it was also so predictable. That the relatives of the suspects would go to any length to protect them by attacking the victim and even us. These are people who know all too well of the criminal pasts, and the criminal ways.

And isn’t it so true, that in the aftermath of a mass killing, either an evening in a movie theatre, or over many years, and across many states, leaving victims dumped or buried across the country, there are always the parents of the perpetrator that knew at the least something, and at times quite a bit. Why is it that some freely admit they knew this horrific outcome was a possibility, while others feign shock or disbelief, and then there are the most unbelievable of all, they defend as if it never happened, and anyone who thinks it did is the one with the problem.

Steve and I certainly have our weak points, but we have never had to go trolling the internet engaging in impersonation, threats, false names, twisted truths, and on and on to protect our wayward children from eventual justice. With great certainty, I know there are facts that are know by very few, but that does not stop some from presenting what they would like to be believed in Morgan’s case as if it is the obvious truth, that all should know, when it is nothing more than lies.

To date, since her untimely death, Morgan has had many doctors review her case, all specialists in what they do. Most shocking to all is how Dr. Kurtzman (the forensic pathologist) can completely ignore an Amitriptyline level in her blood perhaps less than 12 hours postmortem, and certainly less than 18 hours of 7,909 ng/ml. When 800 ng/ml would have killed her, how is she found with a level of 7,909? How was it introduced?

A research scientist, and doctor who works at a pharmaceutical company has assured us there is no way Morgan could ingest enough Amitriptyline to produce that level without vomiting it up. It can’t happen. Is this all the proof? Certainly not, just one piece! Is this the “smoking gun”? Again, certainly not! Those pieces wait patiently for their day in court, but that is not the point. The point is we know the facts, we and many others that were not willing to stand by idly and watch what was happening to Morgan have worked hard to assemble the truth. It waits for its day, and like I always remind myself, the truth never changes.

The two primary detectives on Morgan’s case had a period when they were not sure who the “ringleader” was and who was being led along the wrong path. Many conversations took place over that fact, and they assured Steve and I that they bantered the question about endlessly. Notice that the issue was not who the two perpetrators were, there was no doubt of that. The issue was, who was the leader, who was the person in charge. They finally arrived on K.V.G. with B. H. just along for the ride – we agreed with that only after an event the day Morgan’s body was found. Steve calls them pennies in a jar, all these little bits of truth that add up to the conclusions I share. What really happened to Morgan the night she was murdered has been largely constructed from those many “pennies in her jar”.

You can bet I am not about to spill any of the pennies I have been asked to keep to myself until the time comes. It is such an odd existence to maintain this silence, especially for an Italian, I grew up beating the drum when it needed beating, not maintaining silence. Not sitting by in silence, biting my lip as others draw up grandiose conclusions as to what really happened when they do not have much more than a tiny clue as to what the real facts are. I guess Dr. Kurtzman did the same thing, he was just the first. An officer with the Garfield Sheriff’s Department who prefers to remain anonymous was the first to tell us that Dr. Kurtzman does not like to be wrong, and boy was he ever right about that. Good attitude for a profession where new evidence presents itself all the time. Ditto for the Sheriff when he proclaimed he would never open this case. Shocking for people who are supposed to search for the truth.

Now is the time when those with sons and daughters who have strayed a bit too far to do some blind justification for their budding young criminal children, it’s so simple really. If Morgan was not murdered, then there was no one who murdered her. If she was not stalked, then there was no one who stalked her. There is no statute of limitations on murder, so the only way you can claim to be “cleared” is when the murderer is prosecuted and found guilty, oh and it also is not you.

One more thing, if you are identified as a “regular customer” of the cash for gold store, then who cares if on one of your many trips there, Morgan’s gold was not a part of the loot cashed in. What about all of the other times you were there, being a “regular customer”? What was cashed in then? And I really wonder, why do you have so much gold you are a regular?

I have to ask, at some point aren’t they a bit obvious. Doesn’t it become a bit too much like the Wizard of OZ? “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain”. Pay no attention to the man leaning against the front of Steve’s truck, and watching the Sheriffs drive away. Pay no attention to the young white male on the porch, punching numbers into the door lock at 4:30 am. Pay no attention to the young white male dressed all in black watching you let your dog out in the morning, ten feet away, at approximately 5:30 am in the dark!

And what about all of the foot trails on the berm behind our house, I almost forgot the trails worn into the berm. But wait, there could be a perfectly good explanation, now this is a long shot, but you have to allow for the possibility, it could all be the regulars from Catherine’s Store taking short cuts home. Isn’t that what Louise Bundy would have said? With complete seriousness too. We lived in that house for over 6 years and there never were trails worn into the berm before the stalking started.

And if you took the time to explain to Louise how there is a problem with the theory of Catherine’s Store customers trekking through the ranch on the way home, like the paddocks that look so nice and green from outer space are really full of mud (it’s why there are never horses in the end paddocks), and the irrigation ditch, which really does not show at all, is full of water and makes a big splash, and thud as you trip through it. How there are not really many residents in our neighborhood to go there anyway. And finally the trails over the berm starting behind our house don’t really lead to Catherine’s store. They do lead to the same place as the trails from the walk around in early November 2011 did, to B.H.’s house at the end of the street. But as Louise would say, that is such a minor point…right?

Morgan had her dreams and her goals. She worked very hard at them until the day they were all taken from her. And if Morgan could have one dream right now it would be that other victims do not have to suffer the same fate she did. There is still a stalker/murderer out there that has not been arrested, and be assured he will do it again…he can not stop.

Steve and I are here to make sure that doesn’t happen, for as many as possible. That Morgan’s true legacy can become as bright as her life on earth was, she deserves at the very least for that to happen.

Morgan’s army of angels has been helping us in such a huge way, finding us experts in their fields for their review of the evidence, finding us legal council to help us through all the steps needed to move forward, keeping the pressure on, helping us to advance, and go up the chain of command – if any other angels out there want to help as well please email me through the website on the contact button…be assured, I will answer…the help and advice we have been offered has made all the difference in the world, and I know there are still angels out there that can help even more. Thank you all for your support and help! Steve and I couldn’t do this without you.

ALERT! I was just notified about people that are going on the Internet using fake ID’s…please read this.

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WARNING – I was just notified today that there are people on the Internet – yes, the same ones, I assume, that have been posting all the hate messages, and horrible lies online, ever since I started this blog.  There is a murderer and then there are those eager to cover his tracks, this is evidently a given in the world of the internet, so I never go on to read about the hate, but I do get notified by others, screen shots and to save for that day when needed.  I just feel like it would be ridiculous to go on and read about the lies…lies are lies, and most people can see through the lies.  When someone spouts hate about someone else I think it becomes very apparent what they are trying to do.

Anyway, I think it is definitely my duty to warn everyone that people out there are now using a fake ID’s (trying to dupe people into thinking it is me) so people think that they are conversing with me, or adding me to their Facebook, or email or whatever else they are using.  Someone has even taken my picture from the taping of the Dr. Phil show, and they are now using it as their Avatar.  So please be aware that these people, yes maybe some are a little off there rockers, and others I know to be connected to the criminal that murdered Morgan, and they are trying in the only way they know (cyber bullying) to get to me…sorry, won’t work.

To read more about how to spot a fake ID you can read about it on Sarah Afshar’s latest article for Yahoo. (I also heard they are using fake ID’s to impersonate the writer Sarah Afshar as well – they must have a lot of time on their hands, or they are very worried that the noose is tightening)  Below is the link:

http://www.sarahafshar.com/2013/02/catfish-101-8-ways-to-spot-fake-online.html

How do stalkers become more lethal over time? More stories to share.

In December I received the following from other stalking victims:

First and foremost I am very very sorry for your loss. I just finished watching your episode on Dr. Phil and I was very moved by your story. Your daughter was so young and beautiful and I have no words to express how sorry I am for your loss.

I believe you and your husband with all my heart, I feel the police did not do their jobs correctly and I pray that you get the proper investigation that you deserve.

I was stalked by and ex boyfriend. I was with him for 5 years and he made my life a living hell. I was afraid to leave because he was both physically and mentally abusive towards me and threatened if I left he would kill me or permanently disfigured me so I can no longer model, as I am a full time model. Plus he happened to be a detective for the police department and he would use that to his advantage to torment me. When I did finally get the courage to leave it all became hell. I called the police numerous times and it was almost as if they were protecting him. The internal affairs investigation was BS and they said they couldn’t proceed with it until the criminal investigation in court was concluded. I have a temporary order of protection against him and that’s been ongoing for 3 years. We are still going to court, and he and his lawyer must have adjourned it 30 times! Now he’s retired and internal affairs says they can no longer investigate him, because he’s no longer employed by the police department! So I definitely feel an injustice too.

I’m sorry to ramble on and there is a lot more, but I don’t want to take up anymore of your time. My purpose of this letter was to let you know that the police can be very sneaky in protecting themselves and being lazy. Especially when they know they’re in the wrong they will go above and beyond to cover up what they did. HOWEVER if it was their daughter they would feel differently. I have a lot of empathy for people, and I’m truly sorry again for your loss, when I put myself in your shoes and have no idea what I would do.

Your husband and you handle yourself very intelligently, and were very composed, I give you a tremendous amount of credit.

If there is anything I could do to help you or get the word out please let me know, I have a big following on the Internet.

Have a wonderful blessed day.

And another from December:

There is so much I want to say after finding this blog.  I was stalked for a little over 18 years. That experience changed my life and changed who I am.  Prior to that I would have never supported owning a gun, or ever thought I could aim, and shoot.  I know I could kill now if I had to.  I also had to deal with the Sheriff’s dept of the county of San Diego, and they would not even come out when I called for help.  My torment ended after my stalker shot at his father, and a neighbor across the street.  My stalker lived next door, and even though I had him arrested once, I could not get any help.  (Short version of my story)

And here are more stories from January:

Thanks for this blog being up. I’m so sorry that this happened to everyone in your family. I really appreciate how dedicated you are to preventing things like this from happening again, and your transparency about what happened. Your honesty comes through and inspires me to feel like I can still find ways to try to get through this even though I feel like I’m working by myself on it.

I’ve been stalked for 6 years now by my ex and I wish that my parents and family would be half as supportive as you guys are. I totally understand how frustrating working with the police is, they’ve seriously tried to discourage me from even thinking there’s anything that’s happening, or that I can do anything about it.

I’ve found that having a lawyer is about 3,000 times more efficient than the police. Hopefully I can eventually put an end to this.  I haven’t slept feeling safe in years. I also want to thank you for all the wonderful tips for survival.  I’ll take all of them I can get.

Good luck with your case, if there’s anything I can do I will.

In solidarity

Then in February:

Mrs. Ingram,

I have been glued to my screen the last few days, every chance I get to read Morgan’s story from beginning to current, and it’s broken my heart a little more every page at a time. I am so, so very sorry for what has happened to your family, the terror you have lived through, and the unimaginable loss of your daughter.  I wish there was more comfort to be given than “I’m so sorry” but I know that as someone who has not lost a child, I cannot fully comprehend this. On your September 30th blog, you mentioned you wanted stories from victims… and I have a small story.

A few years ago when I worked in a public library, a young man who came in relatively regularly (and always been very polite) started to chat with me at the desk, and quickly went from “how about that nice weather” to “What do you want to do with your life?” I firmly, but very kindly shut him down, saying to him, “It’s against work policy for me to discuss my personal life.” Well, he left very angry and I did not see him again for perhaps a year. Then… he came back. Reintroduced himself… and began to leave notes for me at the desk. He came in when there was less security in the building, he always sat at a computer where he could see me at my work desk, and just… watched. I notified my boss about it, and she made an incident report. Then, a month later he tried to give me jewelry, which I firmly declined, telling him that I cannot accept gifts. ” Again, he became terribly angry and stormed away, and I made another incident report with my boss. Some time later he came up to the desk while I was away and tried to get the girl there to give out where I was working behind the desk hat day, and then tried to get my number to call me, and then angry, stormed away only to return 20 minutes later with a note addressed to me, along with his number begging me to call him. I photocopied the note, attached it to an email to my boss and filled out another incident report. By then, all of our security guards were aware of this, and both police officers that worked part-time there were aware of his description.

At any urban library there’s a few crazies and a few inappropriate people, but you must always follow your instincts. What made me so afraid of this man wasn’t that he would get angry, or that he would storm away from my desk or even that he tried to give me things… what scared me was how smart he was. I saw the books he read, and he was well-read. I had spoken enough with him to recognize a wide vocabulary, an articulate and precise way with words and a keen sense of humor… and that someone that intelligent, and relatively socially graceful as he was (other librarians would remark that he seemed so nice, and so much fun to help look for books with), he could not understand, or refused to understand that how he was behaving towards me was even slightly inappropriate or menacing.  Whenever he was in at the end of the day, and left with the other patrons when we closed, and I closed that day, one of our security personnel or other staff members would drive me to my car so that he would not see me exit the building, or get a sense of where I lived. I changed up my parking, I occasionally got rides from coworkers so my car wasn’t there, and I changed my routes to my car frequently so that it would be harder to figure out which car was mine.

Eventually, I saw him less and less in the building and I was finally grateful when I took a job in a law firm instead.

Interestingly, he never made an attempt (to my knowledge) to approach me outside of my job, and I am grateful that it never escalated beyond that. Now, this was less than a year ago since I’ve last seen him, but my former boss has kept my incident reports on file, we have him on security footage, and since my law firm is in the same area as the library I am still,t o this day wary about walking down there. I keep hoping and praying that that was all it ever will be, but I haven’t completely let down my guard…

And again here is another story:

I commented earlier, right after seeing the show. I was about to leave for work and didn’t have a lot of time. You are so gracious to thank Dr. Phil after being on the show. It was good that you got to share your story, or I would have never known. But, honestly, that is all the thanks Dr. Phil deserves. He tried to make you look like a bad person. He implied your daughter used alcohol and drugs. If she did, would that justify what happened to her? Of all the people supporting your blog, he found and AIRED one critic. He barely asked the other people any questions that would explain their relationship to your family.

I am a 41 years old teacher. I was stalked and my entire family was terrorized when I was 23 years old. It went on for a year, until one female judge finally got the case in her court and put my stalker away for a year. For one year of punishment, I have a lifetime of emotional damage. You and your family need justice AND psychological healing. Dr. Phil did not appear to offer you either one. Your airing is and was the last time I watched his show.

And then here is a similar thing that happened to me when I was 11 years old, walking home from school (my mother did not believe me either, and never called the police to report the incident) – here is the story that another reader emailed to me:

Long ago, I was stalked.  When I was 14 years old walking home from the 7 eleven a car was following me.  He stayed behind me and slowly stayed far enough back to where I didn’t notice him until I turned a corner into my neighborhood, then I noticed him.  I had an angel or guide that led me to safety.  At the last possible minute I crossed the street before mine, and he started to speed up to catch me, and I took off running, weaving in and out of houses, and then I laid low behind a big thick hedge.  I heard his car going up and down the street, when I heard him on the 3rd time at the end of the street away from me, I ran into my house, locked the doors, and peaked out of the window.  He went up and down at least 10 times trying to locate which house.  I do believe he would have kidnapped me and killed me for it was a small neighborhood where I knew every car and his car I have never seen.  Melbourne, Florida was where I lived at the time.  I never got a good look at him, only his car, and silhouette.   I told my mother when she got home from work (I was a latch key), but she didn’t believe me so the police were never called.   I lived in fear for a year, afraid to go to the bus stop, or anywhere for that matter.  I can relate a little bit, however I wasn’t stalked on a daily bases this was only one incident, so I know the fear I felt, and I cannot imagine what 4 months would have been like.

Then this stalking victim said:

He followed me in the car as I walked, staying back far enough to where I didn’t hear the car, but I was able to see his silhouette and car.  There were two people that were in the news that could match him.  A serial killer named Gerald Stano, and Ted Bundy.  I do believe it was Gerald Stano for he was into the type of car that this perp drove, and he was also known to drive down to Brevard County.    Once I was aware he was following me I did not run right away, I knew I had to get into a position first.  This is what saved my life!  If I ran the second I knew he was following me, he would have caught up to me.  I crossed the street and stepped on to the sidewalk before my street, letting him think I lived down that street, and I did not walk fast, or show body language, that would have let him know that I knew he was following me.  When I crossed the street, I was able to turn my head to get a look at the car and saw his silhouette.  Once I got close enough to a house 3rd house down the street is when I took off running for my life!

I just have to send this to someone since nobody believes me to this day!  No even my mother.

The car I saw was GREEN, it had one of those scoops on the front hood, the guy had dark hair, a little curly and short, not fat and not thin either.

I read this only last year, and this is when I figured out who stalked me.

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This is an except from a book.  The writer Kimberly interviewed Stano when he was in prison.  One of his statements is in italic.  Notice he stated “Then I would go out riding around and I would find a girl walking”

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Here he describes his car.  When I figured it out, I literally freaked out, and to this day I have survivors guilt.  If my mom had believed me, and I was able to give a description of his car, maybe I could have saved lives!  This was 1974/75 time frame.  It also was reported and suspected that a few deaths around my area are connected to Stano, but Stano would not confess to them.  One was a guy that lived off of US 1 just 4 miles south of where I lived.

The street I was walking down on the right side on sidewalk of Albeto:  My street was Fairfax top left, I crossed the street at Galleon Ave.  I noticed him soon as I turned on to the main straight away. Jackson street. The 3rd house in on the right I hid in the thick bush.  My house on Fairfax Ave. was directly behind the 3rd house, I hid in the bush.

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PS: This is a dump of a neighborhood now, back then it was a brand new subdivision.