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Monday, August 29, 2011, the 28th day of Morgan’s stalking. First picture of the stalker!

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Morgan is starting a new semester, just picking up those last few credits, and taking two dance classes per day at Colorado Mountain College. After spending the night at a friend’s house she arrived home at 6:30 am, had breakfast and dressed for her first day back at college. The last few days were quiet, no stalker, she was bubbly and happy, not a mention of the stalker, plans for the future filled the air.

After Morgan and Steve left it was quiet and calm as I worked. Steve had filled the bird feeder and they were singing outside my office window, I loved it and couldn’t help but smile.

Late afternoon Steve and I were in the yard discussing where to put the camera, we only had one, and I felt we had to make it count, I wanted it outside Morgan’s windows. Steve felt nothing was happening on her windows, and the trail over the berm needed a night of surveillance. Our discussion deteriorated, and then we were arguing with all of our bottled up frustration. With no agreement in sight I held the ladder, and we hung it over the front door. There was a spot on the trim where it didn’t stand out like the proverbial sore thumb. I said this would be a good test, and tomorrow we’ll put it somewhere that it will do some good. We didn’t talk for hours, Morgan was in her room singing, and we went to bed. Morgan felt like now with school starting she was determined to sleep in her own room and not be afraid of this stalker anymore.

At ~ 11:00 pm it started, he didn’t elude the new placement of the motion detectors, four total, and each receiver was lined up on my dresser with a post- it stuck on that had the location written on it. Steve announced he’s over on Rhonda’s side (where Morgan’s bedroom was in our house), and was pulling on clothes, grabbing his things, and heading for the front door. I stayed in the room this time so I could watch the receivers, and know where he was. I was going to call Steve with updates until I saw his cell phone lying on the nightstand. We had to get better at this.

In what was becoming a horrible disheartening sequence of events the motion detector in the front went off, that was Steve, then lights went on along the side yard, then the motion detector on the back corner, Steve, moving around the house. I waited for another set of alarms. One that would belong to the stalker, but it didn’t happen. I went out the back door and sent Steve to the front while I tracked him down in the back. We both came up empty, then argued about how we can’t both leave the house, Morgan is alone then, even if we lock up on the way out, it is just not safe.

This all repeats itself over and over, I lose track of how many times. I call dispatch and as night turns to morning (it is now after midnight on 8/30/2011), we are standing in the house at a quarter to 1 am with three deputies who have come up just as empty as we have in this desperate fight to catch him. They are going now, and hope they have scared him off, hope it’s going to be a quiet evening for us now. I’m wondering about the catching him or making him just go away. I’m so tired that scared away sounded good. But, I know that is not the solution.

We go back to bed and just as I’m drifting off to sleep I startle. The wildlife cam! I shake Steve, the camera, the test, we have to look at the images, we should at least have the Deputies leaving caught on camera – otherwise it is worthless. Steve gets dressed again and goes out to get it down. The motion detector tells me he is in the drive.

It’s our first time using this camera, and it takes a while to get the card out and into a computer. It has taken 12 pictures, little thumbnails on the screen, most are nothing, until we get to the last four. And . . . here, date and time stamped, are those four – depending on your browser you should be able to click on the picture for a larger version.

The first Deputy to leave –

First Deputy leaving after searching for stalker

First Deputy leaving after searching for stalker

Then the next two Deputies –

Last two Deputies leaving after searching for stalker

Last two Deputies leaving after searching for stalker

Then we see the stalker, leaning against Steve’s truck, and watching the Deputies leave. An authority on stalkers refers to behavior like this as “thumbing their nose at law enforcement”, and believes this is at the top of the list of danger signs, but at the time we did not know that, and we were not told this bit of information. As for the picture, the upper left corner would be the street, so you would turn left at the end of the drive to leave our block. And quite a few experts in disseminating images have had a look at this, and a remarkable amount of information has been uncovered, but we welcome any observations. Either leave a comment or, if you prefer, the tip line on Morgan’s website for more privacy.

Stalker watching the Sheriffs Deputies leaving

Stalker watching the Sheriffs Deputies leaving

Next is the desperate attempt to knock down the wildlife cam that just took his picture, it is spinning to face down the street toward the end where the sheriffs trucks were depart ing from. If, as we believe the two streaks in the upper right are lights on the Deputies truck, the stalker was that close!

Stalker trying to knock camera down, it's mounted over 12 feet high on the house

Stalker trying to knock camera down, it’s mounted over 12 feet high on the house

The stalker never expected a camera and in what was a rare event was caught off guard. The cameras that can take low light photos glow red as they are taking a night picture. Animals, supposedly, are unable to see this red glow, this animal obviously did noticed it, as you can see him. as we believe, spinning his face back to the camera, to be caught as a blur. He obviously knows just what is happening, as just after this image is captured, the next is him trying to destroy the black box mounted 12 feet high over the front porch. While his attempts to knock it down fail, he does succeed in breaking it. I called dispatch and the Sheriff’s call me back, they can’t believe he was right there the whole time and popped up as soon as they were leaving. Two of the Patrol Officers are coming back right now. The officers are visibly upset and look at the first three photos again, and again, they want copies which we give them on a jump drive. Then they checked everywhere outside again. This time he really has left for the night.

Steve and I look at the photos ourselves for a longest time after the Deputies have left. Mercifully Morgan has slept through it all, he was focused on our closet and he doesn’t know she is back in her room. We just have to stop him somehow, and maybe we can’t positively ID him from this photo – but, as Steve points out, our list of suspects, which had been growing, just got very short.

Click here to read about the 29th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=859

August 27 – 28, 2011 – the 26th and 27th days of Morgan’s Stalking, we go to Steamboat Springs

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Saturday, August 27 – This morning Morgan, Steve and I drove to Steamboat Springs to spend the night.  All three of us were in desperate need of sleep, and thought if we all got away, even for just one night, it would help.  We are extra cautious, and make sure that none of us mention the trip to anyone, just having learned how stalkers will follow you for years, and through multiple moves, anywhere in the country my vigilance only grows.       

Morgan’s puppy Wylah, and our Newf, Tessi came with us, and we make a pact to not talk about the stalker during the trip.  Steve’s older brother’s family are all there, with all of their dogs – 15 including our two, we were quite a crowd wandering along the river.  Morgan was taking pictures constantly, for possible Christmas cards, all the pooches together, and a lot of smiles.  Morgan even put everyone out in the shallow river, with the dogs, for just that perfect picture, she got some great shots and funny expressions. It was fun and light-hearted, and a good time for all. 

Not talking about the stalker didn’t last long as everyone wanted to hear about it.  They were all worried about Morgan.  Everyone in the family wanted to help with suggestions and their suggestions were all very good, but one in particular seemed to make a lot of sense to Steve…a wildlife camera that we could hang outside.  We had no experience with one, but it’s a camera that is meant to be strapped to a tree out in your happy hunting grounds, and then triggered by motion, it will take pictures of any prey that should happen by.  Some take pictures day or night, and that sounded perfect.  Maybe if we could just get a picture of the stalker the sheriff’s could confront him, even arrest him, maybe just knowing his picture had been taken would cause him to stop. The idea was quite a ray of hope.

The cabin we stayed in was 2 floors, but tiny.  We all slept upstairs, mattresses on the floor and it was happily quiet and safe.  I could not help but wonder out loud if Morgan was on a second floor at home if she would be safer (we lived in a one story home at the time), no one could stand at her window if she was on a second story.  Steve thought that with all our detectors outside no one could get near her window.  Morgan reminded us we weren’t supposed to be talking about the stalker on this trip.  It was hard to leave him behind us.   

One of the 15 dogs our family had with us in Steamboat Springs today

Sunday, August 28 – The second day we were there Morgan sent a text to her friend at 10:52 am, “Please God tell me you’re free tonight/late afternoon.” I don’t think Morgan wants to sleep at home tonight – she was really happy to be away for a night with us in Steamboat, and I think she is hoping if she stays at someone else’s house tonight she might be able to be rested up enough to have energy for her first day back at school on Monday.  Morgan gets a text message from her friend Cooper at 12:51 pm, “We never did Kirstie’s picture thingambob!”  Morgan says, “Dam”, He asks, “When did you say you were coming back?”  Morgan answered, “I know! I’ll be back in a few hours.  Probs like five or six? You left already right?”  Cooper says, “No I’m leaving tomorrow.”  Morgan said, “Oh duuuuuude!  If I bring my computer and camera into town tonight can we do that?!”  At 1:01 pm Cooper said, “Yes piz”  Morgan answered, “Yay!  I’ll call you when I’m on my way in. :)”  Cooper said back, “Much love.”  Morgan sent a text back to him, “:)” 

Morgan was constantly trying to go and be with her friends, taking pictures of her friends, graduation pictures, their pets, going away parties, all the fun stuff.  She listened to her friends, giving them a shoulder to cry on at times, and at times like these, crying on their shoulders as well.

On our way home, on Sunday the 28th, Steve has a question for us to ponder before answering.  Do Morgan and I really want to catch this guy or just stop him?  We don’t have to think at all before answering that catching him is the outcome we want.  Steve agrees that that is his wish as well, he just thinks it is more dangerous.  We are using that word danger more and more these days, before it meant being barefoot and stepping on something sharp – now it has an entirely new meaning.  Morgan and Steve went into Walmart on the chance they had a wildlife camera, and they did, one that took pictures at night.  Morgan is very excited and they also get more motion detector lights to better cover the yard.  It’s late when we get home and Morgan sends a text to her friend Cooper, “I just got home!  I’m gunna take the quickest shower ever and then nab you?  Where are you at?”  Cooper texts back, “With Calder over at his house.”  Morgan says, “Yay! I will be over shortly, with wet hair!”  Morgan sleeps at her friend Calder’s house tonight, to keep the peace and quiet going.

At 2:00 am (it is now after midnight so it is August 29th), Steve and I are woken up by 3 loud knocks on the master bedroom window – inches from my head.  Morgan’s not home – it’s just Steve and I.  Now our procedure is to grab our flashlights, along with our new pepper spray that dyes the skin on contact, and Steve goes out the front door, with me taking up position to watch out the back.  Bright lights go on, then off, and alarms beep in our room as Steve covers the yard.  Somehow the stalker did not trip the alarms, and motion lights we don’t know, as we would not have seen them in our sleep.  After a search of the neighborhood Steve reports that only the usual lights are on.  He’s wondered how the stalker picked his way up to the house without setting off an alarm, he’s going to get more and start moving them to new locations every night.  There is also something else he is noticing, before we thought the stalker showed up very shortly after Morgan came home, now he seems to have changed up and is just showing up with or without Morgan’s arrival.  Tonight Steve had Morgan drive his truck, and leave her car at home.  Was that enough to have fooled the stalker?  Because if it had that supported the theory that he was not here for hours, just minutes at a time and/or he or she was watching for the car that Morgan always drove and that car was in the driveway, as though she was home. 

Steve had wanted to hang the wildlife cam earlier, until he found out Morgan had all of the memory cards with her when she took the camera bag with her.  Two months ago if someone had told me they were putting a wildlife cam up in hopes of catching the stalker in their yard – I don’t think I would have known what they were talking about.

Click here to read about the 28th day of Morgan’s stalking & the first PICTURE OF THE STALKER! https://morgansstalking.com/?p=845

Thursday, August 25, 2011 – the 24th day of Morgan’s stalking

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We slept in little spurts last night, rocks on windows, detectors, alarms, I’m wondering how he does it, what keeps this stalker up all night – is it drugs? Surely he has a job and he has to function during the day. I gave up on sleep at around 4:30 am, Steve was already up, reading on his phone at the breakfast table in the dark. For some reason I sat on the end of the couch and thought about places we could get away to, even just for a long weekend, to not have to deal with this and finally get some actual uninterrupted sleep.

All our years in Colorado we were blessed with friends visiting us here, never had I wanted to go away like I did now.  I worried about Morgan.  My  intuition is screaming at me, and I feel like someone is out there, I never sit at the end of the couch and drink coffee. It’s as if just maybe if I sit still enough, and open up to all the sounds and movements in the dark then something will come to me, so that is what I do…I sit as still as possible.  The front porch light is on, and all three cars are in the driveway.

All of a sudden there was sudden motion, and I froze, my eyes locked on the front door.  Our front door has beveled glass in it (as you can see in the picture above), the porch light completely illuminates the porch, and a person was out there.  I focused my eyes and stared. What I saw was 100% clear, there was no doubt it was a person wearing a hoodie that just ran up to our front door.  They had run up along the garage door, past the laundry room window, and up onto our porch. It looked like he glanced through the beveled glass window and saw me, and in that instant he quickly turned and moved across the porch, never looking back in the window, his side to me now, and running off the porch, through the planter knocking a motion detector out of the aspen tree, setting off the alarm.  I quietly and urgently called out to Steve, “He’s here, I just saw him!”  It’s been 24 days of stalking now and we have never actually seen anyone until this moment.  If it were not for the footprints he had left around the house, we would have been seriously questioning our sanity.  Now I have a visual image that would be locked into my mind forever.

Steve is standing over me, asking where I saw him.  I pointed to the front door, telling him he was on the porch wearing a hoodie, and he ran to the left.  As Steve was running for the front door he was asking me if I thought the stalker knows that I saw him.  I said I wasn’t sure, then quickly corrected myself, and said that I thought he did see me – that’s why he turned so quickly, and ran off through the planter.  Steve was out the door and I was following, he tells me to go back though the house, to the back doors, and watch the rear yard as he locks and closes the front door behind me. I can see it all today like it just happened 5 minutes ago.  For the longest time I stood at the back sliding glass door, and stared at the backyard, it was still very dark outside and I could just make out the trail over the berm.  I’m wondering if the tall grass was moving because of a breeze, or because the stalker just ran by, brushing it with his legs.  Steve passes twice, out on the grass, and stops both times to look at me, holding his hands up as though he is asking, “Well do you see anything?”  I shrug and hold my hands out, mouthing the word nothing, and shaking my head no.

When Steve gave up searching the yards he took off driving around the neighborhood, again recording every little detail about our neighbors, I looked in the front yard, hoping to find something that maybe he had dropped, any clue that would lead us to him.  Steve drove up and seemed very edgy, he wanted me inside, I thought he had seen something on his rounds.  He had grabbed a legal pad and when we sat at the table he was asking questions rapid fire.  Could I tell if it was a male of female? How tall? Skinny or husky? He said, “You saw the stalker, we are getting closer.”  I cannot answer as fast as he wants, and we were quickly reduced to screaming at each other about the need to stay calm. The stress was unbearable.  Steve holds up one hand and says “Stop!”  He takes a very obvious deep breath and blows it out slowly, his way of restoring order.  He tells me that everything in the entire neighborhood was normal except there was a light on in the front room at Brooke Harris’ house.  He doesn’t know if it’s an office, bedroom or a dining room, so it could mean something, or it could mean nothing. I then told Steve to just follow me to the couch and sit down where I was sitting and I explained to him exactly where I was looking and exactly what I saw.

I go through it again, and again, concluding it was definitely a male, about 5 foot 11 inches (slightly shorter then Steve), definitely wearing a hoodie, hard to be sure about body build through the hoodie, it could have been loose. Steve stands on the front porch exactly where I saw the stalker, there is a column on the porch that was directly behind the stalker when he was standing up at the front door so that makes it easier to estimate height as I look at Steve standing in the same place as the stalker stood.  I was so frustrated, I wanted to scream. I had just seen him for the first time, had a good look, and it seemed like he had slipped right through our fingers and we were left with nothing.  Steve disagrees, he thought all of this was adding up, we just had to be as accurate as we could be about what happened, diligent, and we would get him. He also shares an eerie feeling he has, that this is like an alien movie where the unknown thing is, “testing the defenses.” The stalker is just standing across the yard tossing pebbles at the windows, and testing our defenses, he thinks that’s what is going on.

Out comes the suspect list again, we go over it at least once a day, this time Steve wants to do something different, and circle all the names it could have been and hopefully that will considerably shorten it.

I call the sheriff’s dispatch and meet with them later. The deputy also draws a few conclusions from the experience.

Later that day we are all trying to feel normal, and not under attack.  Steve was in Glenwood Springs and wanted to do something for Morgan, he knew she liked to baby herself with a good skin scrub so at 4:12 pm Steve sends Morgan a text, “Going to Walmart do you need an exfoliant that they might have??”  Morgan texts back, “Yeah!  If they have St. Ives Apricot that’d be preferable, but if not any exfoliant would work.  And if they have dog toothpaste?”  Steve answers her, “K.”  Morgan answers again, “Thank you!!”  At 6:46 pm Steve sends Morgan another text, “Morgan, got your stuff, sheriff’s deputy wants to show you a line up of possible suspects.”  Morgan texts back, “well I’ve never seen him…”  Steve sends her another text, “Mom thinks she saw him this morning, and he wants to talk to you too.  They did not have toothpaste so I got dental chew bones.” (For her puppy).  Morgan texted back, “Ooo thanks!!  Tomorrow they want to talk to us or?”  At 6:54 pm Steve texted her back and said, “Tonight if he can.  He said you might see someone you recognize for some other reason??”  Morgan wrote back, “Gah.  When does he want?”  Steve wrote back, “He is going to call when he is on his way here & we will call you & you can be here in 10 minutes, so that seems like it should work..”  Morgan answered, “Sweet.”  At 8:54 pm Steve sent another text to Morgan, “He is not coming over to talk till 7:00 pm tomorrow evening, but they will patrol this eve.”  Morgan answered, “Alrighty.  Thank you!”  Steve answered, “K.”

Then later on I sent Morgan a text, “Are you heading home yet?  Just really tired…”  Morgan said, “I’m waiting for someone and then I am.  I am so tired.”  I texted her back, “Poor baby – well just text me when you leave OK?”  Morgan said, “I will :)”  I texted back, “Thanks”  Then at 9:13 pm I sent Morgan a text, “Dad’s asleep & I am fading fast, coming home???”  Morgan said, “Yes, I’m so sorry.  I’m getting close to leaving.”  Then I sent her a text that said, “OK I’m hoping – my eyes are blurry.  How’s Wylah?”  Morgan said, “Asleep”  Then I texted her, “Oh she (Wylah is her puppy) needs your bed.  Can’t stay awake much longer – PLEASE come home”  Morgan said, “I am”  I said, “Now?”  Morgan said, “Yeah”  I said, “OK, I’ll be looking for you.”  I was so extremely tired, but I needed to meet her in the driveway, holding pepper spray – we can’t be too safe.

Now looking back on last summer it is so amazing to me that Morgan was so good about coming home early, instead of staying out late like most 20 year olds.  She knew none of us were getting very much sleep because of the stalker, and she was trying her best to have a life, but didn’t want to make it any harder on us.  Morgan knew my mother lion instincts were functioning at full tilt and she didn’t want it to get any worse.  Unfortunately since Morgan was coming home pretty much by a certain time every night, that only made her more predictable for the stalker – and that was not good.

Click here to read about the 25th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=784

(Years later we see that on this day the sheriffs had put our case # on Keenan Vanginkel’s Global Subject Activity Report (report of crimes), and as you can see the sheriffs wrote ‘Criminal Trespass’ – which, in my opinion, is much too minimal a crime for what has been happening to our family for the last 24 + days!)

Wednesday, August 24, 2011 – the 23rd day of Morgan’s stalking

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In the early morning, before sunrise, we had rocks on the windows again so I called the sheriff’s dispatch to report it – just the other day when a sheriff was here, he went with me next door to the neighbor’s house, and found the back master bedroom door unlocked – this whole thing is so very unnerving.

So far after 23 days – this case has still not turned in to a felony stalking case (it will become one, but hasn’t yet),  Morgan is still sleeping in our closet, and now her back is killing her.  Steve and I are hyper-vigilant of every noise, every inconsistency, and leery of every person in the neighborhood.

It has been suggested to us by the patrol officers that we shouldn’t discuss what is going on with our neighbors, the reasoning was not to tip off the stalker, who they think is one of our neighbors. This goes against everything my intuition is telling me.  I feel very strongly that if everyone in the whole area knew what was going on then there would be more eyes and ears helping us.  We have been in this valley since the 70’s and I know how protective families are of each other… now things may have changed a bit, but I think this stalker could have already been caught if we had just told everyone, taken out an ad, even put up posters all around the neighborhood, anything except keeping silent about this.  I just didn’t see how silence was going to help, and I regret it even more now, but I was too trusting, and I really believed that law enforcement had more knowledge and experience with this than we did.  So we always followed their advice.

Then it occurred to me that of course the neighbors had to know something was going on – they could see Garfield County sheriff department vehicles coming and going all the time in our small neighborhood.  Before this I could count on one hand how many times I had seen a deputy vehicle here – in six years – no wonder we were getting strange stares from people.  They just hadn’t decided to ask about it yet.

Now the lock on one of our back sliding glass doors was suddenly broken, and we couldn’t lock the door anymore.  This was on the door we usually used to go in and out of…the other sliding glass door we hardly ever used.  Steve immediately went to the hardware store in the morning and bought a new lockset and replaced the broken lock. Is this just a coincidence that we have now had to replace two locks? To this very day we are not sure if it was just a coincidence, but how often do you have two locks broken in the same week on your house?

None of us had a very good night of sleep last night, or tonight – and were definitely  not expecting what we would see between 4:45 – 5:00 am on the 25th!

Morgan ordered her books for the next semester, she’s waited until the last second again, and I have to pay extra to get them in time – how I wish I could be paying extra right now to get her books in time . . . miss you so much honey, I wish I was paying for classes, books, school supplies, all of it again this year, because that would mean you were still here with us.

Click here to read about the 24th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=765

Tuesday, August 23, 2011 – the 22nd day of Morgan’s stalking

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I wake up to the smell of coffee, and the glow of Steve’s computer monitor.  Our motion detector lights outside our Master Bedroom went off multiple times last night.  Steve has already made rounds of the neighborhood, and noticed the BBQ and furniture have been shuffled around on our neighbors back patio. They are still out of town, so he wants me to call the sheriffs whenever I have the time. The red fold-up chair has been moved again, and the officers want us to report anything different that we notice going on around our house – this looks suspicious. No one has been at that house for quite a while now, so why should that chair be moving from one spot to another?  I go with Steve so he can show me the chair & BBQ and how they have been moved.

I call dispatch late morning, and a sheriff’s deputy arrives just before lunch. First we walked around the house talking about the stalker. Since this is still not considered felony stalking yet, and only misdemeanor trespassing, we have to explain the situation every time an officer comes to the house, unless they have already been to our house and they know what has been going on.  I tell him that since we put up all the detectors it has been only alarms that have been triggered, and pebbles (we think that is what is making the noise, but we really have no idea) against the windows – it’s very unnerving to us knowing the stalker is right out there, but we can’t see him/her. I tell him that my husband is going crazy trying to figure out a way to trap him, and I ask the deputy if he has any ideas that might help.

The deputy goes out to the berm behind our house (this is the grass and treed berm that divides the houses from the ranch), and is wondering if anyone lives at the ranch next door. I know most everyone there, because our horse is boarded there.  I run through them all again in my mind. They are all horse people, except for the renters in one of the buildings on the ranch.  I don’t think any of them are capable of this – but you never know, I don’t know them. They are all in the least likely group on our suspect list. The deputy was walking up the berm when he stopped, and pointed out a trail well worn into the tall grass. He asked me if we had ever seen this before, and I tell him we search for footprints around the house, but not out on the berm.  We have never see anyone up on the berm – there is no reason to be there.  It’s not a short cut to anywhere, the gardeners never work on it, it’s just wild natural growth, meant to block the view of the ranch.  He sees another trail, and thinks it leads to our neighbor’s house. He walks towards the back of their house, and asks if I know who lives there.  It’s Ken’s house (the house that has the red chair that has moved recently, again).  We have a key to his house in case of emergencies, we always keep an eye on it when no one is there, as is most often the case.

The deputy is checking doors, and finds one that is not locked. I remember him asking if he has my permission to enter the house. The next thing I know his gun was drawn, the door swung open, and he was calling out “Garfield Sheriff’s Department, is there anyone here, I’m coming in!” I was frightened, I have never been in a situation like this, and in my mind I imagine a shoot out, I don’t know if I should drop to the ground or run. He keeps calling out, while inside the house for a long time, and then he comes back out, the house is clear, and he didn’t think anyone was hiding out inside. He wanted me to contact the owner, get the house locked up and keep a closer eye on the berm behind our house. Also, call if anything at all happens, even just our motion detectors going off, especially out back. He thinks the trails worn into the berm are obviously where the stalker is approaching our house from – he was right.  https://morgansstalking.com/?p=744

The sheriff’s patrol officers were all very passionate about wanting to catch this stalker, they were great people, great warriors in my opinion, but the methods they were taught to employ, the protocol they were told to use, never had a chance against this type of stalker.

Standing on our neighbor’s patio, I can see my closet window. Morgan is still sleeping in that closet, because she feels safer there, and I wondered if she really is safe in there. I called Steve and told him we need a gun.  We were joining that group of people that feel they need a loaded gun, one that is ready to go at all times.  At first Steve didn’t want a loaded gun in the house, but I was insistent, and he said we would get one. It has been 23 days now, and I feel danger all around us.

Months later, in one of our moments of desperation, when we were thinking of what to do next, Steve went on the Internet to look at Google Earth.  He saw the satellite maps for our neighborhood that had been updated at the end of summer, September 22, 2011. There, plain as day, were the trails in the berm behind our house. It was sickening to see them. You can still see them today on Google Earth.  If you don’t have Google Earth it is free from the Google site, once you have it, enter – 62 Corral Drive, Carbondale, Colorado, 81623 – and zoom in. We did not realize it at the time, but the trail was going to prove very important in connecting the dots later on.

Click here to read about the 23rd day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=737

Morgan, before the stalking started, sitting in our backyard, with the berm in the background, reading a book. Her peace & tranquility should never have been taken from her.