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September 15, 2011 – Day 45 of Morgan’s stalking – How Safe Is The Car?

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Morgan in the car

A happy Morgan heading off to somewhere

Morgan left to visit friends after dinner, we followed our little routine, where I walk her out to her car armed with pepper spray.  I watched her backing down the drive, and into the street before going back into my office.

Movement outside caught my attention and I noticed, but did not get a very good look at, a little car racing down the street.  It had come from the end of the cul-de-sac where Brooke, her dad, and Keenan live, and was headed out of the subdivision, at a very high speed.  I probably thought something about the excessive speed not being safe, and then went about my work.

At 8:46 pm Morgan called my cell phone, when I answered it, she was not there.  I called her back from the home phone, and she answered. She had been followed!  Morgan said there were 2 people in the car, she couldn’t tell the color of the car, made some maneuver’s to try to lose the car (going down different side streets), and when she couldn’t shake them she pulled in to the CMC college parking lot in Carbondale, because there were people standing outside of their vehicles and without parking, she sat in her car with her doors locked and waited as the car sped by.  Morgan said she waited for a few minutes, and went out a different exit, drove to Hwy 133, doubled back, and then took side streets to her destination.  She was very shook up over this.

Steve was working late while this was all was going on.  When I called him he came right home.  He drove through the neighborhood at regular intervals that night, and came home one time to report a development. The little green car that had been gone for a while, was now back in the Harris’ driveway.  We never could agree exactly when we stopped seeing it, but it seemed to coincide with the amount of stalking activity.

At 9:15 pm Morgan texted, “On my way,”  I answered, “Ok”

Detective Glassmire said, “Wade and Keenan also talked about a hunting trip to Wyoming where they left September 12 and returned September 15.”  So obviously Keenan had returned by this evening…

Today it is September 12, 2012,  Morgan was followed more times after this.  We didn’t have the correct response prepared before this, and even in successive instances, we improved what to do, but then again none of it worked.  After this instance we all agreed Morgan would call me if anything happened.  Steve and I would use our home phone system to conference Morgan in with 911. The Sheriff’s afterwards told us next time she was being followed to keep driving, don’t go home, and stay on the phone with 911, and tell them where she was so Patrol Officers could intercept, and fall in behind the vehicle following her.  Then as more officers arrived she could just pull off the road and they would handle it from there.  It all sounded so good at the time, solutions that ended well always sounded so good.   I’m not blaming myself, but I do know there is a lesson in all of this, a lot of little lessons.  When they lead to a lot of improvements, that will be gratifying.

Click here to read about the 46th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1186

Wednesday, September 14, 2011 – Day 44 of Morgan’s stalking – Don’t miss the little things.

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Morgan and Tessi chillin

Steve had a realization right after breakfast that ruined his day.  We were so carefully chronicling the stalking events that happened.  Where cars were parked, what lights were on, times, everything for the entire neighborhood.  But here we were two parents trying to put an end to a horrible situation as quickly as possible, and in these days of relative bliss – we had kept track of very little.

The quiet times hold just as much information as our most stalker infested night.  Remember the old saying, “The silence was deafening”?  Here we had silence, and we had not been applying ourselves to such an important question. Why?  Why was it so quiet now?

The calm morning was quickly taken over by urgency.  Before I could even suggest an idea Steve was on his way out to do a sweep of the neighborhood, legal pad in hand.  He said he didn’t want to jinx it, but comparing the notes when he came back inside the house, with all of the notes when something had happened, would yield some information, he was certain.

I looked around the house, and gave this idea great thought.  The drapes, I said to myself.  What had been a fish bowl for someone who cared to stand out on our berm in the darkness, was now completely closed off.  Nothing to see, no reason to stay – ah if stalkers were only so simple.

Steve came back from his drive with that “Oh, I found something” look. He told me the green car is not here, and he didn’t think it had been here all week.  Also, the Explorer with the busted out rear window on the corner was gone too.  Steve was going to keep better track.  Before he felt he was intruding on other peoples privacy, by recording every coming and going, now he wasn’t going to let that stop him, not until this guy was caught.

(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working this evening)

Today it is 9/11/ 2012, an anniversary of such horrendous magnitude. And the little things are at work again.  Particularly accounts of other stalking events in this area.  In the early days of Morgan’s stalking Deputies that were personally involved in other stalking calls would recall the details to me. No dates, no times, no names, just what happened.  I always wondered if any of the many events the deputies shared could be helpful in our case.  And something strange that I should have stood up to happened as we had Detectives assigned to Morgan’s case.  As I recounted these, last summer, last fall, right after mountain fair events, the Detective said he checked every one out, and always came back to tell me I was mistaken.  There was never anyone tapping on windows in Blue Creek, only someone stealing things out of parked cars.  I would question this, wondering how the Deputies that had responded to the calls have gotten it so wrong.  Our Detective wasn’t sure, only that it had not happened.  So now my tip line is filled with personal reports of these very incidents.  I’m mystified as to why this happens, why did the Patrol Officers give me a correct account of what had happened before Morgan’s stalking started and why had our Detective assigned to the felony stalking told us it didn’t happen?  Is there something I missed?  This is very strange!

A stalker, maybe even our stalker, was at work in this immediate area long before he settled in on Morgan.  That I am finding out this way, on a secret tip line, 9 months after Morgan’s murder, it is very troubling to me, and for what it portends for the safety of others…we need law enforcement to be forthcoming when things are happening so the community can assist and be aware of their surroundings.

Click here to read about the 45th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1177

Monday September 12, 2011 – Day 42 of Morgan’s stalking – Our Daughter Is So Stressed!

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In the afternoon I take a break from work and go in the kitchen.  So many afternoons like this Morgan and I would talk about anything.  But it is quiet, I hear her in her room, singing to her pets.  I went and knocked on her door, Morgan yells out, “Come in momacita!” and I do.  Morgan is hard at work, hand sewing thick burgundy flannel sheets to fit over her really high windows.  She tells me that what she already put over her upper windows was too thin, and this will block out all the light.

We talk – Morgan has given the stalker some thought, and she tells me she is worried the stalker can see into her room from up high.  She doesn’t want even a silhouette of her to escape her room.  I asked why she thought he could see through her top windows, they are really high up.  Through her upper windows, with the drapes she had already put up, the most you could make out would be a shadow on the ceiling, if that.  It was not like our rear windows where the stalker could stand up on the berm and see things inside the house.

Morgan lying outside

Morgan lying outside,
smiling for another picture!

Morgan paused and looked at me.  I think he could be on Rhonda’s roof next door.  “Why? I asked, “Have you seen him?” Morgan shook her head,  “No, if I had don’t you think I would have told you”.  “Of course” I answered back. I walked behind Morgan and touched her shoulders, I didn’t want her to see how upset I was, and I didn’t think that it was possible for her stalker to be up on the next door neighbor’s roof.  I told Morgan her shoulders were so tense they were like rocks, and I didn’t believe anyone was up on our neighbor’s roof.  Sammy, our neighbor’s dog was always barking around the time our motion lights, outside Morgan’s room, would go off, he was very protective and alert, but it seemed a little crazy to think this stalker had gotten onto our neighbor’s roof.

Little did I know at the time she was right, and I was not – this stalker had been on our roof, and probably our neighbor’s roof as well.  Nothing happened tonight – it was quiet.

Tessi is trying to get rest too

Tessi is trying to get some sleep too !

Today September 9, 2012, as I write this, I remember yesterday’s blog and recalled that my entire night was upset because Tessi barked, once.  What I should really have said was that my entire night was upended because my daughter had a stalker, AND THEN, our dog barked, once.  On the day last year that Morgan was making her extra thick window coverings, she was fighting back, Morgan was courageous, but it was also taking its toll.  I’m sure I’ve said it before, so I’m not going to even check before telling you that stalking takes such a big toll on your life.  Every little thing you say, and do has to then be put through the stalker processor.  You stalker becomes a consideration – in a quick trip to the store, the wattage of your lights, how cranked open the windows can be, how drawn completely closed is the new required position for all window coverings – and even if you have to make them yourself, thicker window coverings for your clearstory windows, which just might allow you to sleep a little more soundly.

A stalker, for reasons I may never understand, wants to invade your life, own it as much as possible, which is why they do all the things they do.  As I write this blog  I have heard, over and over, stories from other victims about how frightening it became as their stalking escalated:

  • The stalker broke into the house, they could just tell he had been there.
  • The stalker stole things, from the yard, the car, the bedroom.
  • The stalker broke up the apartment, smashing pictures on the floor.
  • The stalker, went crazy, and destroyed an entire room.
  • The stalker killed her pet, she can’t afford an autopsy, but she just knows that he did.

In Morgan’s case investigators (not local law) are explaining to me that it is not a matter of if her stalker could have been in her room, it is more a question of how many times. Evidently a stalker will usually attempt to not tip off anyone the first time he enters your home.  And really, if we were never able catch her stalker out in the yard over four months, why on earth did we believe that he could never be in the house!!!  Please understand, I am not saying this to freak anyone out.  My goal is for all of you to be safe, and to realize that bad things can happen.  What we had been advised of, and actually thought was impossible, was not only completely possible, it was far worse, and was in fact, happening.

Click here to read about the 43rd day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1148

I’ve attached a link to a video of a volunteer helping Steve with another little experiment that went like this.  Our concerns about the possibility of someone on the roof were completely dismissed by the sheriffs.  There was no ladder, no way for the stalker to get up, they thought.  Now granted this was long after Morgan had been murdered, but Steve stopped by our old house.  He pointed his trusty iPhone on the tree that was up against the back of our house, which had become our prime focus, because the motion light there would always go off there for unexplained reasons.  Steve tells our volunteer no practice runs, just one try, if you get spooked for any reason stop, and I’ll get you down, and if you should make it up onto the roof stop there.  End of experiment.

So to put an end to one question that keeps popping up – is it possible for someone to get up on our roof with no ladder, jet packs, or other aids – watch this video below, hosted on Vimeo.    (it is possible within seconds – and it was quite an eye opener for us! 🙁

tree.climb from Morgan’s Stalking on Vimeo.

September 11, 2011 – day 41 of Morgan’s stalking

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Morgan loved yogurt and stuck by her favorites

Morgan loved yogurt and stuck by her favorites

I am woken at 1:45 by our dog Tessi.  She has started to bark at the front door.  She barks occasionally, but snores loudly far more often.  I feel that if Tessi is barking it is something.  She has not woken Steve up yet so I leave him to his dreams, and go to the front door.  Tessi is upset about something outside, and we peer out through the little beveled glass rectangles together for the longest time.

If I am standing here watching we are all safe.  I quietly look in on Morgan, and she is sleeping soundly.  I return to the door, and sit on the floor with Tessi, and look out into the darkness.  Nothing is moving, and one porch light is on across the street.  Of course our yard is lit up like a used car lot.

I finally say goodnight to our newf and go back to bed.  Almost on cue the motion detector light right outside our bedroom goes on.  It stays on for a minute and then goes off.  I tell myself that when it goes off again I will wake Steve, but it never does.

I write to myself the next morning a question.  How will we know when this is really over?  Just one sentence, because I know it has to be over at some point in time, and we will have to go back to normal.  So I’m wondering how we will know that has happened.  Last night I was up for an hour or two because Tessi barked.  A year ago I would have just told her to be quiet.

That afternoon Steve tells me, with no warning, that he has been thinking about the idea of putting trip strings, tied between the trees in our yard, and has found a black nylon “ballistic” cord sold nearby that should be invisible at night.  He has found a store where he can pick up four spools.  Steve is wondering if we can actually do this as we can’t leave it up, and will have to string it after dark, and remove it before sunrise.  We decide we will figure that part out later, and set off to pick up the cord.

At 8:50 pm I text Morgan, “On your way home yet?” icon of a red car “It’s almost 10.” Morgan answers, “Yeah. I’ll leave right now.” A happy face blowing a kiss  I answer, “Great, I’ll watch for you.”

We have just added an array of little icons to our phones to add to texts, and Morgan uses them in every message, so I am trying to add a few here, and there also.  And in case you did not notice I really did text Morgan just before nine, and told her it was almost ten.  She did not notice until the next morning.  We are all so tired, even after four days of quiet, which has me wondering what was different now.

Click here to read about the 42nd day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1096

September 7-10, 2011 – the 37th, 38th, 39th, and 40th days of Morgan’s Stalking

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On the 7th – Morgan went to school in the morning.  And later that night at 10:23 pm, I sent her a text message, “On your way home?”  Morgan sent one back, “On my way.  So sorry.”  I immediately texted back, “Ok, I’m watching for you.” This evening it was quiet – soooo happy!

The next three days are also quiet, I saw a note that I wrote in my day runner, wondering how long this would last, have we spooked him?  What are we doing differently?  Was the stalker test with Steve and Jarred, out in the yard, something he saw?  Was he away on a trip? Had he moved?  Was he in jail?  So many thoughts ran through my head.

Now today on September 5, 2012 – This morning I woke up extra early in order to have a  quiet moment by myself.  So much has happened, and so much is happening, that if I started writing about it now I would not stop for two days.  The 2nd opinion by the much respected Forensic Pathologist and Medical Examiner, Dr. Michael Dobersen, is coming today, I already know what it says, but I can’t wait to hold it in my hands, and then share it with all of you.

As I sit here today, and reflect back on last year, there is one fact that I believe is undeniable – the days we did nothing were the most dangerous – because those were the days our guard was down.  It is so easy to do, you want to do it.  Believe me; you want nothing more than to think it is all over.  But that has to be the furthest thing from your mind.  When you have a stalker you do not have a “normal” life anymore, accepting that fact was never easy for us.

I really believe now, more that ever, that getting the truth out about what happened to Morgan is making a difference, the awareness level is creeping up. If this could happen to our youngest daughter, at 20 years old, living in our own home, it could happen to anyone, and we all have to be hyper-vigilant, not paranoid, just hyper-vigilant.

For the next 3 days it is quiet until the early morning hours of September 11th – I will keep blogging for the next 3 days, with some other things I would like you to know about Morgan.  Thank you all for reading…more is coming.

Click here to read about the 41st day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1086