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November 12, 2011 – Day 103 of Morgan’s Stalking – What are the streaks?

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Last night we had an event that I forgot to put on the blog.  It would normally be an upsetting, frightening ordeal.  But on day 102 of a gang stalking, it was something to sigh, and laugh at -how strange your world can become.  At 8:00 pm Morgan was getting ready to go out. The last few days have been good to her, and I don’t want to be the one to ruin it,  but I am watching the live feed from outside her window.  With the addition of the separate Morgan outside cam, Steve has been able to go to synchronized times, and detect the “movement toward her window on both cameras.  Once he showed me what to look for any streaks – like things hitting Morgan’s window, I can see it also.  I am watching the camera and it happens right now as I know she is dressing to go out.  It angers me and I head straight for her room and knock.

Morgan is just finishing up, and burst out the door (music playing in the background) just as radiant as I have ever seen her.  She is smiling and happy and I almost feel guilty about an email I sent to Detective Glassmire where I worried about how she was taking all this, and I wanted him to see if Detective Alstatt would take her on the side for a little talk so we could have her opinion.  Detective Glassmire felt Detective Alstatt was “Really good at this” and a mother can never be too safe with her kids, so I had set that wheel in motion.  As I looked at her now I knew what Detective Alstatt would say, but like I said, you can never be too safe.

Morgan wondered what was up and the first thing that came to mind was that (obviously she had not heard any banging), so I wanted to say good bye, and hoped she had a good time, so I did.  Morgan looked a little perplexed for an instant before bursting into a broader smile, and said, “Thanks mom.”  I walked her to the car, and stood there watching her drive away.  So easy to feel it is all over, your mind begs you to do it, countless times every day, and this was certainly one of those times.

Morgan waved from the street, and I watched her speed up as she drove for the end of the street.  I didn’t move, just stood there and watched, not sure what I was thinking.

And then just like that, one snap of the fingers, and all that warm fuzziness was gone, completely replaced.  A car had come from the right (on the right was the dead end of our cup-de-sac), very slowly at first.  I could not see anything of the inside (it was dark out), and now it was rapidly accelerating toward Morgan, she was just turning the corner at the end of the block.  I cried out, to anyone and turned for the house, yelling for Steve who came running from the room wondering what was wrong.  I didn’t feel like the words came out correctly at all, but Steve understood it just fine, a car was following Morgan and as I heard his words to call dispatch I heard the front door slam, then his truck screeching down the driveway.  Dispatch was speed dial #1 and I could still hear all the commotion he was causing out in the street, as I was connected to an all-too-familiar voice.

But instead of her normal concern and rapid fire questions for information, I heard her saying it is OK, everything is fine Mrs. Ingram, just fine.  I told her no it was not, Morgan was just followed out of the cul-de-sac and my husband is in hot pursuit, we need officers, now.

She was silent for a half-breath and then came back, that it is their car following Morgan, they had a tip.  You better call your husband and tell him what is up.  I slammed the phone down not sure whether to be happy or outraged.  Why could they not tell us, I told the empty house.  I was dialing Steve’s cell phone and hoping this was one of those times it went right through, because sometimes it took a few tries.

Then it was worse, I heard his phone ringing from somewhere in the house.  Of course he had not stopped to grab it, he was after whoever was after Morgan.

According to Steve the car chasing her caught up to her just as they were approaching another deputy up off the side of the road.  He wouldn’t say how fast he was going at the time, just that it was as fast as his truck would go.  The chase car pulled over alongside the deputy that was already parked and they all had begun to frantically wave him down.  He slowed and then slid as he came to a stop alongside them all.  Steve pointed at Morgan slowly driving away, apparently she had not seen anything that was going on behind her.  Then Steve pointed at the unmarked car as it pulled away and the deputy explained it was one of theirs and they were just being cautious.

Steve said he told them something like too much caution is better than not enough, but all he really remembered was he was shaking pretty badly.  He said good night and left the officers.  He told me later he realized right then that he didn’t have his phone, as he reached for it to call me – and tell me to relax, everything was fine.  He knew I was home trying to call him and there was little to do, but laugh.

I called Morgan later and told her the story, she was so happy that they had done that, said that it made her feel safe.  I was thinking how strange it had all turned out and even more strange was how Steve had found it so funny, because it wasn’t.  What did they think they were accomplishing by chasing after Morgan?  Later on if was even stranger to me when I asked the detective why his undercover officer was chasing Morgan and he insisted that he knew nothing about it and greatly doubted it was one of theirs…how in the world could he say that?  I was told by dispatch that it was one of theirs following up on a “tip” and then his own patrol officer told Steve the same thing…who was zooming who?

On November 12, Morgan lounged around the house knitting all afternoon.  Then she went babysitting until 9 pm, and came home showered, had dinner, and was in bed by 10 pm.  At 11:11 pm Sammy (our next door neighbors little dog) started to bark that bark of his that was a warning bark.  Sure enough a motion light came on.  I went to watch the feed of Morgan’s camera and Steve was quietly slipping out the back door.  I knew he had stopped right in the back corner of the house because I could hear the motion detector, then I saw he just sitting there behind a tree for the longest time.  I just hoped he was watching something.

When he finally came back in it was long after everything had stopped, and he told me he heard something, a noise like a sudden exhale.  He stood perfectly still waiting for whatever it was to move, or run, but that was it.  All he heard was the one noise.  And then just like that it was all he could think of…didn’t know where it came from, but he knew the stalker was close by and couldn’t figure out how to catch him.

Click here to read about the 104th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2036

November 6, 2011 – Day 97 of Morgan’s stalking – wasn’t that a long day?

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Morgan holding Wylah and typing on her computer

At 5:55 am Morgan texts me and says, “Will you let Wylah out? I’m still traumatized.”

We had already arranged that I would let Wylah out at 6:00 am every morning, which was working fine so far, but it seemed that her clock was just running a little fast. I was already on the way to let her out, and didn’t get the message until later, after I had already let her out. Morgan thanked me from under her covers when I came in, and I told her she was very welcome.

Detective Glassmire was coming over at 11:00 am and before he arrived I wanted to ask Elliott one question, based on developments from the Facebook conversation over the last few days between Keenan and Morgan’s friend.  I waited until a little after eight before asking him if he had any information on Wiley, as I knew very little and he was being accused by Keenan of being the stalker.

Around 11:00 am I received a text from our detective that he was running late on a call between Glenwood and Carbondale and shouldn’t be any later than 12:00 pm. It seemed at the time that our officers were spread so thin at our end of the valley.  I told Steve they were running late.

They had a little “routine” with Rob and Steve, where Steve would pull out our ladder, from our garage, when the detectives came so they could use it to check the cameras, usually he just had it close by, but this time it was already pulled out and set up right at the tree where their camera was.  We were both very excited to see their “face shot” of the walkabout, waiting another hour was going to be excruciating.

Detectives Rob and Megan have pressing matters when they arrive. We talk about interviews that are ongoing and plans for the resolution of this case.  It is all promising and we believe they are trying their best, Rob discussed information about cars first, so we talk about cars.

Rob tells us that one of their officers saw a green car by Thunder River– right where Morgan has reported seeing Keenan multiple times when she is coming home from school. Our Detective Glassmire said he has revised his numbers when he looked up the exact model and color car that I have given him and their are 6 of them between Grand Junction, Vail and Aspen, so it might not be Keenan. I asked what the problem is, because Morgan said she actually saw Keenan driving when she saw the car that was following her.  Steve adds that he has seen Keenan’s car in the Catherine Store parking lot, with another girl driving it, and it has a unique emblem on the back and it is doubtful any of the other 5 would share that same emblem too.  He is quite certain also that it was Keenan’s car.  Rob is uneasy, and for a few moments there is a tension between us that has never been there before.  Morgan repeats that she saw Keenan in the car when she saw the little green car.  Rob says he will check into it.  What is suddenly going on?

I just want to see his cameras, and I suggest we look at the camera to cut the tension, and at long last we go out into the yard.  Normally it is just Rob and Steve, but now we are all there as Rob checks the sheriff’s wildlife camera that is in the direct path of where the prints in the snow were seen. Steve is talking about all the cameras he has bought and returned, because it took so long for that first picture, when Rob curses, which is very uncharacteristic for him.  As we all stand and stare we learn that the batteries are dead, there are no pictures, nothing!  How can that be?

Morgan goes back into the house without a word, I don’t think Rob notices, but I am pretty sure Megan does not miss this. I am angry beyond belief, and pull Steve back toward the house to talk with him, as they take the ladder and go to check the other camera.  The other camera that they have pointed at the camera with the dead batteries – surely that camera must have caught something.  Steve tells me he knows why I am so upset, but he does not.  There is no excuse for this.  A felony stalking case and the one time someone does not just pass by, but intentionally marches right in front of their camera, and the batteries are dead.  I’m losing track at the moment, but I think this is battery problem three, at least. I want to start screaming, but I do not.  This is our daughter’s life we are talking about here – will someone please take responsibility for this stuff!

Then we learn that the batteries in the other camera are also dead, but it has some images, just none that can be used, just someone’s back. It is a bad meeting all the way around and we say goodbye.  Steve tells me we are obviously on our own here.  I say great, now what? Pray for snow, lots of snow? Let Mother Nature stop him, because nobody else seems capable?

Right after the detectives leave, Morgan walks up and tells us to get Keenan’s phone number for her.  She wants to call him and confront him.  She knows that he lives only three houses down the street and we can’t go near him, but she has to do something.  I was about to say no when Steve agrees and tells her he will ask Rob, in fact he will suggest that they are on hand to record the call.  Morgan is alright with this and I am surprised.

Morgan receives a text message from Nate in Australia in response to her message yesterday, “fifteen minutes and I’ll be free. Just let me know.”

At 6:15 pm I send Morgan a text myself, “Dad and I are leaving to go to Aspen to drop off food for Dave (Steve’s friend Dave is laid up, so we want to bring him some food), so we are wondering what your plans are, do you want to go with us or go to a friend’s house and wait till we text you that we are home?” Since Steve’s friend is laid up and not answering his phone we have cooked up some of his favorites to cheer him up and we were leaving.  Morgan answers, “Just let me know when you’re home.” And I tell her, “OK.”

Leesa calls and their heater is on the fritz and she wonders if she can spend the night because she would rather not spend the night in a cold house.  I welcome the chance to see my grandchildren, and offer to pick her up.  We make arrangements and then as soon as I hang up Elliott sends me a text message, “He (Wiley) wasn’t here when this (the stalking) started. Don’t know his last name.” I wrote back to Elliott, “I know Wylie wasn’t living here when the stalking started, but Keenan told one of Morgan’s friends that Wylie moved in when this first started and people should be looking at Wylie. Could you get Keenan’s cell # I think Morgan should call him and say she hopes it’s not him doing this, but if he has any information on how it could be someone else then please share that with me.  What do you think?”

As we are putting the ladder away and Steve is wondering how the sheriff’s department would respond to a crate of batteries at their Christmas party, I tell him I am just looking forward to a quiet night with my favorite, and only grandchildren.

We pick Leesa and the kids up just after dark, and head home.  On the way Leesa thinks she sees someone she knows in a group of 3 or 4 walking up Equestrian way in our subdivision, just before the turn to our house. She wants Steve to stop the truck and he does.

Leesa leans out and starts talking to the small group.  One of them is familiar to me, but it is hard to be sure in the dark.  One answers with her name and Leesa asks her if they have heard anything about the stalker, and a most interesting conversation ensues.  It turns out that three of them know all about it, but after being told to shut up, by one particular girl (Brooke Harris) who seems to think she is in charge, all of a sudden they know nothing.  It also turns out that this girl (Brooke) tells us that she has knowledge of a “Video that exonerates her boyfriend Keenan” and says this is also well known. Nobody in the group tells her to shut up, and she goes on to explain that she has heard all kinds of weird stories about cameras all over the neighborhood, and does not know exactly what to make of it all.

At the end of the conversation we drive away in silence, until Steve says, “Now how did she know that? I didn’t think we had told anyone yet?” But of course she knew – she was the one doing the alibi walk I truly believe.

Today is October 23, 2012 – It is so easy to look back and see something different from what presented itself at that time. That is the last time I heard from Elliott until the morning of December, 2 2011 when Morgan was already no longer with us in this world.  Rob never mentioned any of our encounters with the green car again.  And the neighbors walking up Equestrian Way?  We only shared with Rob and Megan the odd conversation that took place.  And now that I read through the sheriff’s reports, I still have not found any mention of it in the official reports.  Strange, isn’t it all?  You would think this would be an important fact to be written in to the police reports.

And as I go over the final edit we have 12 signatures to go before we reach 1,000 on the petition to Governor Hickenlooper to open Morgan’s investigation.  Thank all of you out there – I just honestly don’t know what I would do without you.

Click here to read about the 98th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2001

November 5, 2011 – Day 96 of Morgan’s stalking – whatever it takes now.

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Morgan visiting when she was not being stalked.

Steve was already up and in the kitchen, I heard a noise outside my window in the room.  A loud thud, like a sack of horse grain being thrown from the back of a truck onto the ground, I lie still for a second listening, then asked Steve if coffee was ready.  I was working toward fear until he walked in holding two cups, and said this was unusual sound – what was it?  He raised his eyebrows and raised his shoulders as if to say, “I don’t know”.   I shook my head no, and pointed to the back yard.  He instantly knew something was up, was already dressed and was out our back door in a fraction of a second.

I sat up and listened as motion detectors around the house went off in sequence.  I could almost hear the grass crunching under Steve’s feet as he ran around the house.  Then he was back at the door,  and standing in the room huffing and puffing.

Nothing, he told me and then wondered what had happened.  I told him about the thud – and he walked outside, and again alarms went off for the back yard, and then he was back inside again.  Still nothing.  A thud, he wondered as he handed me my coffee.  He fixated on the noise asking me all about it.  He was thinking someone tripped out back.  We heard them thud the ground, and then he handed me my phone.  Mr. E needs a text right now, the stalker could be outside and perhaps he can check and tell us what he sees from his upstairs window.  He’s offered enough times Steve reminds me.  While I am texting Steve calls dispatch.

At 6:22 am I sent the text to Elliott, I ask him, “Elliott the stalker might still be outside could you look towards our house from your 2nd story window?  Sheriff’s are on their way.”  Elliott writes back a little while later, “Took me a sec to wake. I don’t see anyone.”  I wrote back, “Thanks so much, just thought it was worth a try.”  Elliott writes back, I just heard that Keenan was on a hunting trip Tuesday.  I wrote back, “Do you think that’s true?  What exactly was he told and who told him? Could he be back?”  Elliott said, “Can’t confirm, and I thought the same.”  How reliable is this info from Christina, Brooke’s mom to Elliott?  Supposidly he’s hunting with grandpa.”  I said, “Good to know, we must be getting close to home for him now.”

The sheriff’s were at the house a little later and Steve walked them out back to explain what had happened and how perplexed he was, unless it was just someone who tripped and hit the dirt.  He brought the officers in the house and showed them the one video we had ready to play from the walkabout.  This deputy was different. I heard him telling Steve he had a daughter and was very upset with what was going on here.

As they watched the video I walked in and said hi.  They both immediately came to the same conclusion.  “That is a girl!  Not even a guy!  No way!”  I told them we had pretty much decided the same thing and pointed out the pom pom.  They both shook their heads, this was unbelievable to them.  The deputy wondered if we can up the intensity of the lights in the front yard.  He had seen some of our videos and he thought if it was brighter that might help with the identification of the stalker.

Steve thanked him for the idea and told him to consider it done.  We would have another set of lights installed by Monday.  They assured us we would get this guy and they left.  I wished all the officers were all like those two, I knew it was too much to ask, that there is always the good, and the bad in anything.  But those two were the good and I truly appreciated them.

At 10:30 am I sent Elliott (our neighbor across the street) another text, “So sorry that I woke you both up so early.  I sure hope this is over soon.  At 11:34 am Elliott texted back, “No prob.  I think it’s time you hired surveillance.” I write back, “Good idea, I have a similar plan.”

Steve goes to the hardware store and upgrades our front yard lighting.  During the day it is hard to tell the difference, but Steve assures me that at night it will be quite a difference, he also thinks it can cut both ways, we’ll just have to see how the cameras react to this tonight.

Today Keenan sends another message back to Morgan’s friend on FB and says “I’m just gonna cal the cops when I get back and show em these messages and sue u for harassment.  U will hear from the cops in a few days.”

Morgan’s friend writes back that he isn’t worried and the cops know just who Keenan is…don’t worry.  Keenan now tells him, “I haven’t been in that neighborhood at all in 3 weeks or so.  I’ll call the cops when I get back and I want to see those bullshit tapes ur making up.  I’m done talkin to u.”  Morgan has taken to knitting Christmas presents like crazy – knitting keeps her calm – she doesn’t like all this drama, and when I look at her she reminds me of someone from a distant era.

Fact Check – The Deputies that Steve showed the video to, from only one camera, were the first to see it, and once again someone – Keenan, who shouldn’t have knowledge of the video – is talking about it – was this because he orchestrated the “alibi walk around” of Brooke?  And as for the three weeks comment he made – Keenan had followed Morgan to the corner on October 27th – many have wondered if he was questioned about this, and as far as I know he was not, but it was certainly less than three weeks ago!  And Morgan positively ID’d him as the driver.

N sends Morgan a text message,  “Hey, just found the most amazing dragonfly ever, aquamarine and bright red.  Made me think of you.  Hope you’re having a good week.”  Morgan sends a message to N in Australia,  “Ah!  That sounds so beautiful.  I’m jealous. 🙁 We should skype before you come home because that’s a long time to wait to see your face.  Haha.”

The dragonfly represents change and Morgan and her parents wish for change – for all the other victims of stalking – so their lives may return to them.

Nothing happens tonight, it’s quiet.  Steve and I just look at how bright the driveway is at night now, and we wait to see the detectives tomorrow.  We want to make this all end for Morgan, it hurts too much to see our sweet daughter the “target” of a stalker, under attack.

Click here to read about the 97th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1988

Almost forgot another milestone

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Last week the Morgan Ingram Blog went over 1/2 million views for the week, and I was too busy dealing with hackers of Morgan’s Blog too share.  But someone on their way home from shopping stopped her stalker in his tracks. And a small radio station began to raise awareness of crimes reported in one Sheriff’s district and ignored right next door. I applaud you all for your concern. The time to take stalking seriously has arrived. Remember that Morgan loves you for your efforts!  And the next victim we help could just be you. Share Morgan’s stalking with your friends. We all will make a difference!!!

October 30 & 31, 2011 – Days 90 & 91 of Morgan’s stalking

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On the 30th Halloween is in the air, we have small pumpkins to carve and cookies to make.  Morgan has friends coming over to get into costume and then they are all going to a Halloween party.

Both detectives come over the house to talk with Morgan about the recent events.  They have a new thermal imaging scope, which they want to become a little more accustomed to, in hopes of having a successful stakeout.  We have some stalking times recorded that seem consistent and very promising, and maybe between the four of us we can actually get a good picture, or even more.

After the conversation with Morgan, and the paperwork was finished, we went outside with their new thermal imaging scope and Steve’s.  We had offered the use of ours any time, but department rules did not allow that, so it was great that they now also had something that could “see” through the darkness.

What was not so great was that after many attempts to turn it on and waiting for warm up Detective Glassmire discovered, to his embarrassment, that it had no batteries.  Easy solution, we always keep a wide selection on hand, so Steve asked what they needed.  Only again this was a problem, Detective Glassmire said it was against the rules to use our batteries (this is starting to get a little ridiculous at this point).  They were brand new, still in the package, but Detective Glassmire had to say no, and that was the end of the ‘getting accustomed’ attempt.

It was doubly bad because Morgan was on hand for the whole fiasco.  After we said our goodbyes, Morgan chimed in with a question, she wondered if we really thought she was supposed to count on those two to catch her stalker – and feel safe about it.  We had to agree with her that it had not been their best week from failed promises, from being too busy, to no batteries, which Morgan equated to hoping they had bullets in their guns, in case they ever needed them.

We told her it was a sign to become even more proactive.  And Steve said we would.  He and Morgan had already decided that she would never drive home again, at night, unless he was there to follow in his truck.  He would position himself to see her come by and fall in only after he was sure she was not being followed.  They had done this before, but now it was an every time without fail routine.  Morgan wondered if he had a gun in his truck, and Steve told her no, he did not think that was warranted.  He would follow, and call the sheriffs, she would go home, their plan seemed simple and safe enough.

Morgan was happy, and giggling, and it had been a while since we had a group of her friends over the house. It was fun having them over, they carved pumpkins, Morgan roasted the pumpkin seeds, and they all got dressed up.  The part where Steve got into position, and followed her home went great, she did not even know he was back there until Steve showed up in the driveway right after her.

On Monday the 31st, there was another Halloween party, but this time Morgan called it an evening a little earlier, and came home under the watchful eye of her father behind her again.  We all went to sleep, and she had a friend staying over on the couch.

At 2:01 am there was a loud noise, Morgan later described it as a really different noise – very loud.  Her male friend took to the task and scouted out the entire neighborhood.  Steve joined in and after a short cold walk outside, both of them came back in.  Winter was in the air, and I wished for the snow to come soon.  Then there would be footprints and I believed that might mean no more stalker – I hoped!

Click here to read about the 92nd day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1885

Read below to review the sheriff’s supplemental reports ↓ keep scrolling down.