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November 30, 2011 – Day 121 of Morgan’s stalking – Tuesday night turns into a busy Wednesday early morning, after midnight

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 Morgan is alone tonight – her friend does not sleep over. Steve & I are there, but we are in our room on the other end of the house. Morgan’s phone is busy just past midnight this morning. Not the first time in her life, she is a twenty-year-old, young woman, but this is out of character considering the past few months.  At 2 seconds past 12 a person she does not know texts her, it turns out to be quite innocent.  Her friend Nathan, who is just back from Australia, does not have a phone yet, and asked Morgan if he could give another friend her number until he got his own phone, and this friend might be texting, it was just that neither Nathan nor Morgan thought it would be at midnight!

Morgan calls him back and tries to put him in touch with Nathan, but gives up and goes back to sleep.  Another friend of Morgan’s texts at 12:14 AM and teases her about not lending him her sweater earlier.  Morgan answers him and he keeps going on with his texting, but she stops conversing and goes back to sleep.  Unfortunately the stalker must have been outside, and because it seemed he had seen her light on and heard conversation he is now angry.  Morgan thinks this because there is very loud banging at random intervals.  Once it starts up Morgan covers her head with a pillow, and hopes he stops.

As we will find out next year, at 12:25 AM status updates are happening on facebook accounts.  Hannah Hurlocker (?’s friend) happens to be staying with ? just up the street and her wall updates with “ugh I already called you and told you member?”  a minute later Stephen says, “Oh yeah my bad sorry”  Hannah answers, “its osay”  Stephen expands on his answer “Oh yeah my bad sorry But u didn’t tell me what was going on u just asked me to Drop everything and come get you that’s it”  at 12:27 AM Hannah tells him, “enough said”

Also at 12:27 Morgan’s phone rings she answers and hangs up from under her pillow.  It was yet another friend “drunk dialing” her.  He will call to apologize later in the day.

Morgan gives up on sleep, and she gives up on her stalker outside giving up for the night – she knows he won’t stop, so in a very strange move for Morgan, she gathers up clothes and comes into our bathroom with her puppy to dress.  I hear her and come in to see what is wrong.  Morgan can’t explain it, but feels like something is really wrong.  Her crazy stalker has been banging some wretched beat on her window and she is afraid he will be at it all night, so she slipped out of the room and came into our bathroom to change.  And now she wants to go to her friend’s grandmother’s house for the rest of the night.  She has had a standing invitation, and has only used it a few times, but Morgan knows she is home and her couch is not only warm and safe, but most importantly quiet.  A place to dream happy dreams.

For some reason I think she is making the right choice and I tell her I think it is a good idea.  I walk out onto the porch and watch her and her puppy drive off at 12:47 AM.  I wake up Steve and tell him what has happened – he wants to get up and make sure she makes it OK.  I tell him I have been watching cars in driveways for the last five minutes and nothing has moved, and she promised to text me as soon as she is safely locked up in her friend’s grandmother’s house.

It’s 12:52 AM when I call dispatch.  I tell them what has happened.  She has done this a few times when the stalker is being extra persistent, so this might be a good night to nab him, but before I can explain all that, dispatch tells me the officers just left the neighborhood one hour before because they were investigating our next door neighbor Ken’s house where a robbery occurred early in the evening, but they will come back.  Might not even be an hour.

You would think with a sheriff’s presence constantly coming and going from our house that nobody in the right mind would be breaking in to our neighbor’s house – but I don’t think we have been dealing with people that are in their right mind.

The next morning Steve is watching the cameras and can see the deputy walk up to Morgan’s window, get down on his knees and inspect something on the ground.  He wonders what he found and wants me to make a note to ask Detective Rob next time I talk with him.  Steve also see’s him on the other side of the house and comments to me that he never even went in the backyard!

At 8:00 AM another of Morgan’s friends had a text message conversation with her about Bluegrass, he can’t believe she won’t go to a performance with him and tattoos, which he believes you have to have before you can express certain opinions.  It is all good natured and fun loving.

Steve meets his crew in the driveway at 8:55 AM and lines out the day for them.  He invites them in the house for coffee, and tells them about the night before.  They are incensed and just want to go take care of this.  Steve tells them that we heard from the detective that it will be over soon.  None too soon for our liking.

Morgan comes home at 10:07 AM and looks well rested. Steve leaves at 10:10 AM in his truck to run an errand. 10:27 AM her “drunk dial” friend from this morning texts to tell Morgan he is sorry.  Morgan does not answer him, and works on her room before we all leave to go to our doctor’s appointments this afternoon in Grand Junction.

There was a mini van that pulled up the driveway at 10:55 AM and a man came to the front door with a sheet of paper looking for someone in the neighborhood that I had never heard of before.  He seemed to expect that and left, not circling the neighborhood or asking anyone else, just left…strange.

Right after he left Morgan got a text she found uproariously funny.  She is getting very frustrated trying to get her point across to her long ago ex-boyfriend, that she does not want to date him again, she just wants to be friends.  She changed her facebook profile as a joke to say she was in a relationship with a girlfriend of hers at school.  Her girlfriend had just been approached by an instructor who thought it was about time.  It was so funny to Morgan that she was going to leave it for a few more days before changing it back.

Steve loaded the truck with the dogs and our stuff and at 12:19 PM and Morgan was now in one of her all time favorite places, crashed out in the back seat of the truck, and off on a road trip.  A short one, but a road trip all the same. Below you can see a Facebook Post she responded to today.

Today is November 26, 2012 – That day last year seemed so normal.  I mean as normal as having a stalker that hasn’t been caught yet can be.  I have to admit the day this past September when our Garfield County Sheriff went on TV and announced he would NEVER reopen this investigation I was devastated.  And I believed then that Morgan, who had been nothing but a kind giving soul her entire life, was being so unfairly treated.  I am not alone, in private emails, from others in law enforcement, it is a constant question – how could he have said that?  I have replayed the clip many times and there can be no doubt as to what was said and since repeated.  How in the world can you say that?  What if you were presented with an airtight case, with all kinds of evidence to show there was murder…would you still have to say NEVER?

But if he is the Sheriff and he is entitled to make that call – then he has made it.  This just compels us to go up higher to a different law enforcement agency to open this case – we won’t give up,

Now for other victims of stalking, and others who may become victims there is this other unbelievable interpretation.  We were out to your house X times and never saw a stalker, so there isn’t one?  Are you kidding?  Do you think a stalker is just going to sit and wait for you to get there and see him?  I kind of doubt it.  And what about footprints, pictures, videos, eye witness accounts…do they not count for anything?

November 30, 2011 is a perfect example of how that just can not fly.  Morgan gave up on sleeping in her own bed during the early moments of that day.  Terrorized from her room.  The same Sheriff’s department that now claims there was never a stalker, dispatched an Officer that had left an hour ago, and returned 34 minutes later.  Morgan was gone for 39 minutes.  By now we know the stalker most likely was on the roof 45 minutes ago, but where do you think he is now? Honestly?  The deputy searched the ground for five minutes on Morgan’s side of the house, then the other side of he house, never circled the house – if the stalker had wanted to sit on out back porch, the Officer would never have seen him.  No problem, won’t even have to duck.  The Officer then sat in his truck for six minutes before leaving.  End of story – no stalker.

Make no mistake, I am not blaming that officer at all.  I am pointing out how this is not working.  How this is the plan they have to stop the stalker, and it is not working.  Over 3,500,000 views of Morgan’s Stalking have taken place.  One person – one page – one view.  Do any of those 3.5 million views think that today’s performance almost nabbed the perp, stopped the stalker – I don’t.  Lots of times now, I cry for Morgan, Steve too.  But we have both talked about this so many times, and we cry just as much for other victims of stalking that will call this same Sheriffs department and will get exactly the same as Morgan got – and we wonder, Steve and I, how can anyone involved in Morgan’s stalking not sit back and wonder – is this the best we can do?

Click here to read about the continuation of November 30, 2011 the 121st day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2446

Just wanted to share a birthday card Steve and I gave to Morgan on her 10th birthday – the inside said, “Angels dwell in the hearts of a very special daughters like you.” We always felt like Morgan was an angel from Heaven ever since the day she was born…and now she is an angel in Heaven

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November 29, 2011 – Day 120 of Morgan’s Stalking – Detective Glassmire seems full of hope!

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New Pointe shoes, ready for a workout!

Morgan’s friend Nathan slept over last night and she slept out on the couch as well.  They watched movies till late in the night and it was a quiet night for us all.  In the morning Nathan and Steve left for work and Morgan got dressed to go to ballet and dance classes, but then she was a little too squeamish and decided to go to her first class, and see how it went, and then she came home, and skipped her second class.  She was thinking maybe a new flu was coming on and she didn’t want to infect her friends.  She also wanted to be back on her feet for the weekend, as she would be taking care of young children for the returning military families, so I encouraged her to take it easy and rest, and she did.

Steve came by at 3:00 and was all caught up with his work.  He was ready to start the move of his shop and could not wait for the whole move of shop and house to be complete.  Of course we had not really started yet so that sounded very optimistic.  He dropped Nate off in Carbondale and went to his now old shop to pack his office.  Morgan went to Carbondale with Wylah and I waited at home for Detective Glassmire.  I thought it was just going to be another regular meeting with nothing much to report, but I was in for a pleasant surprise.

At 3:51 pm I sent a text to Detective Glassmire, “Rob do you know about when you might be here?  Morgan is about 10 minutes from our house and I just want to let her know to come home in time.  Thanks.”  He replied back, “I am in Carbondale now working on my laptop, I can get there anytime, let me know.”  He also told me he was just coming to check the cameras and Morgan could just stay in Carbondale, so I relayed that message to her.

Detective Glassmire came over and I helped him get the ladder from the garage. He went out and checked his cameras and saw nothing.  I explained to him about the motion detectors that had been taken from their “perches” and moved to the ground and he shook his head.  I went on to tell him that Steve had been up really early researching the event because it really bothered him, how it had been done with such apparent ease.

I told him how our motion equipment had been detecting something in the front corner of the house and Steve had come up with yet another plan to paint two detectors to match the surroundings and then placed them both aimed at the corner of the house.  Then he made sure that two of the video cameras were aimed right at them and was so certain he would catch something.  He wore clothes to bed that night he was so sure.

But I told Detective Glassmire that it wasn’t even fifteen minutes later that they were both on the ground and nothing was caught on the cameras.  So what was really bothering Steve was that this morning until he saw a “Myth Busters Youtube” that showed how easy it was to defeat a motion detector and he later found how a person with a laser light, something he had seen off in the distance months ago, could mess with our video cameras easily and Steve ended up leaving for work completely distraught that it might be that the stalker was slowing down for winter and it might well be that he had figured ways around all of the deterrents we had and that was why we weren’t seeing anything anymore.  But then I told him how Morgan was still getting startled awake at all hours.

I asked the detective if it was possible we were so over-vigilant that we had begun hearing things or was the stalker right here more than ever?  I told him how we were coming to wits end with all of this.  Glassmire looked at me for a second and then bent down picked up a dirt clod from the ground and flung it at our house.  I jumped and it struck the house with a loud “BANG”.  He looked at me and said, “You are not crazy Toni, there is your stalker, he is still here.”

I agreed with the detective and told him that Steve does not know what to do.  Rob told me that he thought if anything he was going to escalate now.  That really scared me and I asked what we should do?  He told me not to worry, but be careful.  He was going to pick up Keenan’s hours the following Tuesday and he thought that would be a big step, maybe even the final breakthrough in an arrest.

This was shocking to me. I had not expected to hear that.  A long time ago, we were told an arrest would come only after catching him at the house.  I asked him if he really thought that, and he said that he did.  He also said the formal interview with Morgan would help too, and that was scheduled for the following Tuesday.  It was exciting to think that all of a sudden it had come so far.  This morning Steve was thinking it was all a lost cause and now it was on the verge of ending – in arrest.

We said our goodbyes around 5:00 pm and Detective Glassmire put the ladder away and left.  I called Steve and had a quick talk with him about all of the positive developments and he was cheered up.  He left to come home, and just as I began to peel potatoes for dinner, there was a loud “BANG” again on the front of the house that was sharper and louder than Detective Glassmire’s dirt clod.  It was far more like a gunshot against the garage, and I ran out front to see what it was.  The dogs were startled, as was I, but my first thought was a sonic boom (which I had never heard in Colorado before – only as a child in California) or maybe something large, like the ladder in the garage falling over and hitting something.

Only like everything else there was nothing, by the time I got to the front of the house there was no car just leaving the street, no people closing the front door behind them – nothing.  I just stood and watched the empty street, tree branches slowly waving in a light breeze and giving up their last leaves.  I opened the garage and searched its corners – nothing was out of place.  It was so maddening!

I closed up and went back in the house.  Then I texted Morgan when dinner was going to be and asked when could she be home.  She told me that Nate had just left for the bar and she was waiting for him, but thought it wouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes.

Steve drove up and I heard his truck,  he came in and we talked about my afternoon meeting with Detective Glassmire.  Steve was calmed so much by all the good news and went to clean up before dinner.

Morgan came home, ate with us and was very excited by everything the detective had told me.  She went to sleep around 10:00 pm, and as I got in bed I saw flashlights in back of house.  Steve told me it was Patrol Officers looking for something, and as I was falling asleep, I told Steve they were increasing the patrols by the house too.  It was all such good news and I was only too content to not argue with any of it.

Today is November 24, 2012 – And as I look back that night was so positive.  I really felt that they really, really wanted to catch this stalker and protect Morgan – it just hasn’t happened yet.  I know it all went horribly wrong but I am still not sure why.  Parts of the truth are still hidden in the shadows.  But as Steve and I have found out bit by bit this year, so much happened over the next few days that was stacked against Morgan, only there was also the component of so much that did not happen to help protect her.  For others we must change not just one but both of those factors.

I missed Morgan so very much this week, and I knew it would be hard.  I want to thank all of you for your emails and words of encouragement.  I agree with so many of you that after I make it through this week I will get stronger and stronger.  I can’t wait to get back home and put it all together now, even the parts I have been putting off.  This year has been such a blur when I think about it, but for some reason I can’t really explain, it has all become more in focus now.  Thank you all for sharing Morgan’s story with me, it has been such an honor to be able to share it.

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What is a Screen Capture? And can you just email it to someone?

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Yes you can – It was just the other day I was talking about my ever increasing flow of screen captures (an image of what someone saw on their computer screen, sometimes however far it scrolled is captured too!) and this morning came one about Steve and I.  The person writing it used a screen name in place of their real name so that may put their honesty somewhat into question, why purport your honesty under a fake name and all that, but it appeared not to cause anyone to question as this supposition based on a guess and wrapped up in incomplete information was gobbled up as gospel truth as far as I could see.

So just before I give you the simple answer I will remind everyone who reads about Morgan’s Stalking that I answer thousands, and thousands of questions.  If you accuse me of a lie, then accuse the victim – my daughter – of a crime, and then demand an answer finishing up with a dare to post your question.  Most of you who have tried this tack, mostly in clusters of four questions at a time, you already know the answer to what happens, I delete it.  But then all of the calm sensible questions, they get answers.

So when we moved from 62 Corral Drive it was in foreclosure, not our foreclosure, the owners of record’s foreclosure.  But then for the simple truth you have to back up a few years. The summer of 2008 the current owners, our landlords were going through a rough time and in danger of losing the house back to the bank.  As holders of a lease option to buy at a favorable price, we were very concerned.  They assured us that there was no real danger and as soon as we paid the next month they would have it all squared away.

So we paid, and they didn’t square it away, a real bummer for us.  We tried to get a hold of the bank directly, numerous ways, and were unsuccessful.  It was a bank in Nevada that had gone under, and was swallowed up by another bank, who it turn transferred that asset to a holding division.  We were making plans at that time to move as it seemed prudent when out of the blue a man showed up at the door.  He had a pile of paper that Steve went over with him and in that pile was a recorded document the owner’s had signed forfeiting the rights to lease payments in the event the house was leased, which in fact it was to us, and had fallen into default, which in fact it had.  We by-passed the owners, dealt straight with the bank and just like that problem solved.

The house will remain in foreclosure to protect the banks interest, and as long as we live up to our end, which we in fact did, everyone is happy and we can stay and even negotiate another lease option.  We emailed the owners about this document, and funny thing, never heard a peep from them again.

With the economic crash in fall 2008, and in case you have forgotten, the bottom fell out, so to speak.  Brokerage houses were closing, banks were going bankrupt, car manufacturers were right behind them, and bailing out became a household term that had nothing to do with a sinking boat.  I bring this unpleasant memory up because the value of the house we lived in was plummeting faster that we could renegotiate a “fair” price for the lease option.  So as months are ticking by and another house down the street was put up for sale, and we would base our “fair price” on the sale of that house, sounded simple enough.  I remember Steve eagerly watching the price of that house plummet, and I kept telling him it will never sell and it did not.

So we abandoned the lease option attempt, and lived there under a simple rental agreement.  Another oddity is that suddenly everyone, and I mean everyone wanted to know who the bank was we were dealing with.  While we would not have thought that they would have minded, turns out they were adamant that we never disclose that – really never figured that part of it out.  But as you know from the blog we started with plans to move in November and then came the horrific tragedy of 12/2/2011 and everything changed for us.

After a week of shock and indecision, I decided I could no longer live in a house in which I would look at the front door, and think that Morgan was going to walk in at any minute.  It was for too much to bear for me.

We made concrete plans to move out, notified the bank’s representative that we would like to not remain through our lease and move as soon as we could.  They offered a relocation package for our early termination and in actuality we were completely moved before they could complete all of the paperwork on their end.

Steve tells me the recorded lease assignment should be available for a small fee on the Internet for you to really get to the bottom of it, investigators out there also remind me that we would not have, but had we chosen to, we could have invoked the law Obama passed to protect people living in houses that went into foreclosure, a little bit of protection in a crazy time  that would have forced the bank to honor a lease that we held for up to a year in the event they ever went through with the foreclosure, and that bit of information should be available on the internet for free.

But we never needed to do that, our exit was discussed and completed on amicable terms, as was our stay there.  Now do I get an apology?  Probably not – the people that go off on the other Internet sites (with no evidence or reason) just want to be right.

What does all this have to do with Morgan’s Stalking? Nothing. I did this for one reason, and it is not because I feel that I have to explain myself or my actions.  I did it because there are those out there who would love nothing more than for me to defend myself with every waking moment.  Attack Morgan with every lie that they can muster – it is called… attacking the victim.  Who would do this?  Perhaps the people who would like to see me talk about anything except the TRUTH about what happened to Morgan.  And it seems they will stop at nothing to have that happen.

I just wish one of them would decide to put all this energy into solutions about how to stop stalking. It is a real crime, with real victims, that takes a real toll on countless lives, it is under reported, currently overtaxes law enforcement’s ability to combat it, and must end!  The numbers of victims will grow, if the solutions do not will grow.  I believe we all must decide where we stand on this issue, because it is not going away, and always remember – one day we were not victims of stalking and the next day – we were. That fast, that complete.  Don’t live in fear, rather live empowered.

Cracked gutter above Morgan’s bedroom window

 

November 27, 2011 – Day 118 of Morgan’s stalking – Is he standing right behind Steve?

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Steve was up early, and left for work.  I was in the kitchen when Morgan walked in, it was late morning by then and she still looked tired.  She wondered if we were really moving, she knew what a job it was going to be, and hated to see us go through it, because of a stalker.  We had a great talk about how strangely enough her dad, and I had talked about it this morning before he left, and he was going to call the people we were dealing with today and start the process.

I told her how her father was very confident this was all going to work out for the best.  I didn’t tell her he was also going to move his shop at the same time so he would be a block away most every day, and his only reservation was that with our new home being so difficult to approach, the stalker would be forced into something that did not involve the house at all.  We had no plan for that yet, but Steve was insistent that we did before we moved.

Morgan had lived through enough fear, and fright for a lifetime, and then some.  I could not bear to start talking about what might go wrong after we moved, when all of a sudden she seemed to be warming up to the idea.  Obviously it had been on her mind the night before.

I made her tea and encouraged her to go back to sleep.  We had a lot of stuff coming up just as soon as the details were worked out.  Morgan went back to sleep and I spent a few hours packing up those things you know you are not going to need for the next month.  It was a really good feeling to think we were about to put an end to this stalking.  I can’t remember if I was concerned or not that we had not caught him yet.  I do remember a time when it was so important for Morgan that we did.  But right at that time I’m not sure how I really felt about it.

At 12:30 pm Steve was home from work, and his shop would be humming till late as he liked to put it.  He had a project to wrap, and he could carve out the time for a double move.  Sounded quite daunting to me, and I knew he was underestimating.  He had not gotten a call back from the bank, but thought they would be OK with the move.

Morgan had planned to come with us at 1:00 pm to a belated Thanksgiving with Steve’s brother and his family, but after her cousin Camille had to leave early, she wanted to just stay home in bed.  Her friend Nathan came over to stay with her and we felt she was very safe with him, so we left for another round of Thanksgiving and family.

Another of Morgan’s friends started texting her around 7:45 pm and she was telling them about her lingering flu.  She felt it had been going on for over a week and she was all the way up to just feeling “yickish”

Steve and I were enjoying our day, which was now turning to evening, so much and at 8:30 pm I checked in with Morgan again.  I texted her, “Any rocks or noise?”, and she answered, “Nope. We’re going out though. Nate’s sleeping over. We’re taking wyla.”  Nope, how nice that word sounded, nothing happening.  How simple it would have been if it was always like that. Steve wanted we to ask Nathan a question and since he didn’t have a cell phone yet, I texted Morgan for him, “Ok Nate’a going to work with Dad in the morning? Remember to lock the front door love you.”  Morgan answered, “Love you too.”

I asked her to have Nate check the bushes by the front of the garage on their way out.  The motion detector light kept going on and off, like the one on the corner of the house by our room had done a while back.  Steve had switched it with another light just like we had with the one by our room and the new one still kept going on and off at certain times.  It was so frustrating to have something happening, and never see what it was that was causing it to happen.

Morgan answered that “He is. :)” about Nate going to work with Steve and I told her, “Ok”

We were home before 9:00 pm and Steve immediately went to the task of putting together some motion detectors that he had been “custom” painted to match where he intended to place them, so they would blend in.  There was something going on in the front corner of the house, and he was working to catch it.  At around 9:21 pm he placed the detectors, and then called me on my phone.  He wanted me to stand by the alarms in our room and see just how close he could get before the alarm went off.  After a few tries he was satisfied with his new setup and came in the house.

At 9:46 pm the newly placed detectors were very carefully taken from their perches and placed face down on the ground.  They need heat moving to detect motion and if one were to grab them from the behind and slowly move them toward cold ground there would be no alarm.  And even if there had, Morgan’s stalker had plenty of hiding spots nearby.  He would probably have sat patiently and watched Steve show up wondering how the alarm had ended up on the ground, so quickly.  But we would not know they had been moved until after a series of events the next day.

Today is November 22, 2012 – Thanksgiving is today and it has been a long and lonely day for Steve and I.  I constantly receive screen shots by email now from some of our readers.  Little clips about what is being guessed at about Morgan around the Internet.  Some people seem to be amazingly certain of what they think they know.  My decision to tell what happened that day last year perhaps plays into this and of course free speech is free speech for all, well almost all, but don’t get me started on that.

For all of you who read Morgan’s Blog about Morgan’s stalking, at the end of the day the story I tell is for all of you, and your families.  Stalking is under reported, pervasive and lethal.  So many more know these three truths than when Morgan was being stalked – and Steve and I are so grateful for the chance to be sharing this information and raising awareness.

I will also let you all in on something most of you know already.  The people who work on Morgan’s case now are quite a different group then the Garfield Sheriff’s Department, and there are things I ache to share with the world. But I am not allowed to, not because of any court in the land, but because the investigators go over it with me, apologize for the obvious pain it has caused and remind me that this is not going on Morgan’s Blog, not yet.  I believe very strongly that even Morgan agrees with the decisions being made.  It is not to appease the court of public opinion – it is important for an eventual criminal trial.  We miss you honey, and have no idea what Thanksgiving looks like up in Heaven.

Click here to read about the 119th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2395