It is beyond my comprehension that this is now the 30th day of the stalking and I have no idea what to do! It is a sick feeling and yet we are all still trying to go about our daily lives, trying so hard not to let this darkness in, but it is becoming frightening and all consuming.
We all wake up in the morning, and go about our business. I start work in my home office, Steve leaves for his shop, Morgan takes off for school. At 12:45 pm Morgan sent me a text, “Graph paper, shampoo, and conditioner (that Moroccan oil one if possible, the long term relationship red herbal essence if not.) Bobby pins, and a pair of black tights if they have them. Thanks! You’re the best :).” She wanted me to pick her up some stuff at the store after work today. Everything seemed like life was normal today – at least we wanted it to be, even if only for one day. I think your mind tricks you into believing the worse is over (on a daily basis), so you can emotionally survive to face another day…anyway that is what I have come to believe.
Later in the afternoon, after work I am standing out in the street talking to a new neighbor that just moved in down on Equestrian Way. She had stopped her car to introduce herself. As I was talking to her, a silver car with blackout windows (I later find out it was Keenan’s car) drives into the cul-de-sac, and parks in Brooke Harris’ driveway. When the person gets out of his car my grandson Jarred notices the guy is wearing shorts, with purple shoes on his feet – he runs over to look at his shoes, with the excuse that he would like to know if he’d like to have his lawn mowed. Jarred notices that this guy is wearing purple “Etnies”, (Jarred’s mother is out front on our lawn, looking in the direction her son just ran, and notices the shoes too). I remember at the time I was so excited that we now know someone that lives right here on our block has the same type of shoe as the shoe prints under Morgan’s windows, so I think to myself, this should be easy for a sheriff to go over to that house, ask to see the shoes, and compare them to the shoe prints – but I guess that only happens on TV. I told the sheriff’s about this, but they said as soon as this case has a detective assigned to the case (felony stalking) they can do those sort of things, but for the moment the patrol officers are not allowed. Later that night the silver car is gone, and the next day a little lime green Ford Fiesta is now parked in its spot, with paper plates. (if any of the readers of this blog happen to have a picture of this person wearing purple Etnies, please let me know – you can contact me through the tip line on this website. You will see it at the bottom of the home page on the site)
At 7:47 pm I sent Morgan a text, “Can we pick you up in about 10 minutes? We are in Carbondale, and too tired to drive home & back again. Thanks.” I didn’t hear right back from her so I sent another text, “M???” Morgan responded back at 8:28 pm, “I’m so sorry. I left my phone upstairs.” I texted back, “Call me please” Morgan responded, “K. Now I’m ready. :)” I sent her another text, “Where should we pick you up? We will be there in 10 – 15 minutes.” Morgan texted back, “I’ll just walk to Calder’s” I responded, “By yourself? I can pick you up where you are right now.” (I guess you can all tell I am afraid to have her walk down the street with her puppy at night by herself – I keep imagining this stalker following her, and seeing her alone…who knows what might happen, Morgan texts back, “It’s all good. I’m already going.” I said, “OK” We drive home. Later when we arrive home I have a talk with Morgan. I let her know how I feel about he being alone, while this stalker is still out there. Morgan tells me she is really making an effort to always have someone walk with her when she is in town, but this was just one of those times that it didn’t work out and it was just one block away. I told he it could only take one time if someone is watching you so please keep trying your best to stay in a group and always pay attention to your intuition.
In the backyard, the master bedroom motion light goes on, and then the master bedroom side motion light goes on – no noise heard. Morgan is still sleeping in the closet.
It has now been a whole month of this terrorization going on and I Steve and I are arguing more and more about what direction to go in with this. When your in the middle of something that you have never been exposed to before, and there is not much direction from authorities on the subject, you kind of make it up as you go. We now know this is not a good way to do that – there were authorities on the subject out there, but we hadn’t found them yet and our local authorities didn’t have the correct information or protocol.
Today (a year later) we know that significant incidents, containing lots of evidence, have been posted in the last few blogs, but at the time last summer we missed very important things that were going on right in front of our face. Later on today after work I will post another blog, and try to connect all the dots. Now a year later, and after all the things we have learned it is much easier to see…I guess that’s what they mean about hindsight.
Click here to read about the 31st day of Morgan’s stalking. She is no longer safe during the day either! https://morgansstalking.com/?p=913
