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

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?

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

Morgan we always keep your candle burning

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November 26, 2011 – Day 117 of Morgan’s Stalking – So nice to see the two girls together again, not knowing it would be the last time

Today is Saturday and we are looking forward to our niece, Morgan’s cousin coming over on her way back to college, now that the Thanksgiving holiday week is winding down.  It’s starting to get really cold now in the mountains – I keep hoping that since we will be going into December soon, the snow will come. stick to the ground, and this stalking will end (footprints show up really well in the snow), we can move, and everything will go back to normal.

This morning at 9:45 am Morgan’s friend B. sends her a text asking what she is up to this evening.  He says he gets off work at 5:00 pm and might want to hang out.  He tells her their friend T. is in town for Thanksgiving and he will be checking in with him to see what’s up too.  Morgan is excited and she asks that he let her know, since everyone may be getting together tonight for a mini reunion.  So far it’s been a quiet day – we all just hang out at the house, do laundry and clean up a bit.  The dogs crash out on the floor next to the couch while Morgan watches a movie.  Then Morgan gets a text from D @ 2:10 pm, “Let’s meet tomorrow then?  Call me when u wake up and let’s do this!  I so wanna spend time with u girlie!”  Morgan texted him back,  “I would love that!  Will do :)” D texted back, “xoxo!  I’m very excited. 🙂 So overdue” Morgan texts, “I agree completely.”  Later in the afternoon Morgan leaves to go pick up a friend, and Steve and I head out to the grocery store.

At 6:40 pm I send Morgan a text telling her that her cousin is on the way over to our house, and dad and I are on our way home.  I tell her if you’re not home with your friend yet please head home.  Morgan sends me back a text saying she knows her cousin is on her way, and that she is already home – she has started to bake a cake.  When Steve and I arrive home the music is playing, Morgan and her cousin are in the kitchen waiting for the cake to come out of the oven, and talking as fast as two girls can talk; trying to get in all the updates as fast as they can.  It’s so nice to feel the energy in the house.  Then Morgan stops to tell me that right after her cousin came in her friend Nathan thought he saw someone through the front door window – he walked outside and looked around, but didn’t see anyone.  This was before we got home so we checked the cameras and could see Nathan walk slowly down the driveway, look up and down the street and then go back in the house, but that is all we saw.  When our niece was ready to leave we walked her to her car, to make sure she was safe – everyone hugged, and kissed and said goodbye, never realizing that this was the last time the two girls would ever see each other.

Morgan turned to tell us her and Nathan were going out for a little while, and then they would be back at the house together later this evening – she would not be coming home alone so we could go to sleep whenever we wanted, and didn’t have to wait up for her.

Tonight at 10:57 pm (on my timeline, looking back now 11:00 pm seems to be a very popular time for the stalker) there is a loud bang – Morgan had already gotten home, but wasn’t asleep yet.  At this time we never realized the stalker was getting on the roof of our house, so of course we checked the cameras on her side of the house, but again, did not see anything.  Why didn’t we ever think he was on the roof?  I did hear sounds up in the ceiling, but there was a crawl space up there – Steve had been up there when he was installing the cameras, so he said he thought I was hearing a mouse or a bird.  The evening started out so nice and now another fitful night…

Click here to read about the 118th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2385

Blaming the Victim

I recently read this submission, by someone over the Internet, and thought she summed it up rather eloquently – so please read this, as I have not approved some comments that have tried to make it on to “MY” blog, because there are still some people in this world that hold onto the belief that we should always blame the victim…which in my mind is so very wrong!

Written by Jenn: We discussed the concept of blaming the victim in my Social Psychology course. In class we learned about why this occurs. When we hear of something horrible that has happened to someone else (i.e. murder, rape, assault, etc.) this scares us. Our minds react to tell ourselves that this person made some poor choice that led to this horrible event. So, we blame the victim for using poor judgment instead of placing the blame on the offender.

Sometimes it is harder to admit that horrible things can happen to anyone regardless of who they are or what choices they’ve made. It makes us feel safe and in control to blame the victim. We think if the victim would have done something different they wouldn’t have been attacked, assaulted, kidnapped, raped, murdered, etc. Therefore if we make the right choices then we won’t be attacked, assaulted, kidnapped, raped, murdered, etc.

We must face that we live in a world where horrible things happen to good or bad people, to intelligent or naive people, to prepared or unprepared people. Our choices don’t always matter. Sometimes we even make poor choices but nothing bad happens. We walk down an unsafe alley and are not attacked. So when we hear of someone who walked down an unsafe alley and were attacked we cannot blame that person for being attacked. The offender/perpetrator should be blamed; they chose to attack, murder, rape, assault, kidnap, etc.

Understanding why we blame the victim isn’t meant to pardon this thought process but to explain it (just because something in the human thought process is explained doesn’t mean that it is right and just). Although this is a common response we should not blame the victim in order to satiate our fears. By understanding why humans do this, maybe we can stop ourselves when we start to blame the victim or when we see others do this. Being educated on why humans do certain things or think in a certain way can help us to be aware of our irrational thinking, correct it, as well as educating others on this matter.

Here are my thoughts:

Not only do the perpetrators of crime, and their supporters, engage in victim blaming, but sometimes, unknowingly, law enforcement engage in it as well when investigating reports of stalking.

From the Oxford University Press – terminology: Victim blaming
Ways of thinking about the causes of criminal victimization which seek explanations from the individual victim’s conduct and the victim’s relationship with the offender, rather than looking for wider social factors which help to explain victimization. In the context of police investigations, victim blaming can take the form of disbelieving the victim’s report of a crime being committed, or giving some types of incident lower priority on the grounds that the victim is less deserving than others.