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Stalking behaviors, Morgan’s Stalker and his actions.

October 14, 2011 – Day 74 of Morgan’s Stalking – Crank up the Coconut Telegraph Line…

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Wylah looking up to mom

At 9:30 in the morning Morgan texts with a friend who was heading into Aspen, and wanted company, but Morgan had a jazz class and couldn’t go with her so they made plans to meet later that afternoon at a coffee shop.

Our neighbor Elliott suddenly wants to talk with me, he has news.  We had not talked about the stalking in quite a while. It had reached a point where Steve said from what I was telling him, that it was a one way flow of information, Elliott was always wanting to know how the stalking investigation was going, which I would bring him up to date on, and then Elliott never really had any new information except another rumor that always came via Brooke Harris’ mother, Christina Harris.  Steve had reached a point that unless someone had real intel we should not be sharing what we know any longer. I had agreed, so with Elliott I had just avoided him. But this seemed too promising.

We meet out front, as he was walking his dogs. The first news was that Elliott heard from Brooke’s mom that Brooke and Keenan had broken up and Keenan moved out of Brooke’s dad’s house. He wondered if it had been quieter lately. I tell him that, yes as a matter of fact, it has been quiet, silent even, Morgan seems to have this feeling lately that somehow it was over. I didn’t know what to make of it, but now it made sense.

Elliott says this is great, and then he said something that was out of place enough to become locked in my memory. “Yeah, ever since the detectives have been coming around more often they freaked out.”

I immediately ask him who he means by, “they.”  Elliot changed the subject. Telling me how glad he was that Keenan was gone, and now everything could get back to normal. Which only added to my need to know and my attention was piqued, so I again asked him, “Elliott, what did you mean by they?”

He again tried to change the subject by asking what we had caught on the video cameras, and launched into an explanation about how he’s been extra careful lately because he walks his dogs at night sometimes, and he doesn’t want to get caught on camera, and have us think he is the stalker. His nervous laugh sent shivers up my spine, and I will never forget it.

I thought for a moment, not concerned at all about the awkward silence. We had not talked to anyone about the detectives. Only to ask permission from Rhonda to use one of her trees in case they wanted to mount one of their cameras in it. They used bolts to put them up for extra security, and Rhonda was absolutely fine with it. Anything that will catch the stalker, she had said and was still looking to talking to them about things she had noticed anyway.

I told Ellliott we hadn’t really had a chance to talk to anyone about the detectives yet, we were all so busy and they were sort of putting together a game plan. But as soon as we had one I assured E we would talk about it, that we would probably want him to be a part of it. I told him I guessed it was up to the detectives from here, how they wanted to proceed and all.

Elliott did not stop surprising me. He then told me, “Toni, its kind of obvious, first it was deputy trucks at all hours of the night, two and three at a time, and now all of a sudden it’s detectives, everyone is talking about it.”

I wanted to ask him who “everyone” was, but I still had not gotten answer to who they were, so I paused again. The detective’s truck was nondescript.  It said nothing on it, I thought about it, and to me I would not even know it was a Garfield Sheriff’s vehicle.

Elliott suddenly remembered a phone call he had to make, and our little conversation was over.

I called Steve as soon as I was in the house and he was amazed, he also had his hands full and said as soon as he could he would break free so we could talk about it. He also cautioned me to make sure the windows were closed if I talked about this with anyone on the phone today.  He knew me so well – my voice carries.

As soon as Steve came home it was obvious this had been on his mind since I talked to him.  Before we even said anything he was telling me about Detective Glassmire’s truck.  It might have county plates on it?  I’m not sure.  And he said maybe there were the pull you over lights, but they are behind the grill. If that truck passes you on the highway, you might think, oh yeah sheriff, but you would not be sure.  He wondered how it was common knowledge around the neighborhood.  He wondered if they had canvassed, gone door to door asking a few questions, and not told us about it.  He surmised that would put the buzz into high gear.

Then he was talking about the other detective’s car.  He was pretty sure it was a silver SUV, small, an Explorer, once again not certain of the plates. He compared it to one of my friend’s car (a friend of mine that stops by, while on errands, from time to time). Steve said they park in the same place, in fact right behind the same tree, slightly pulled off the street. He thought you would have to be very observant to detect the difference.

Steve had a conclusion, he was now certain and it would seem that it has to be someone who lived in the neighborhood – at least one of them. I told him I thought we were already sure of that. He had a more global outlook.  Until we are 100% certain then we are not really certain of anything.  We have to avoid the trap of becoming locked in on one person and miss another.  Many times Steve had said he not only wants it over, but he wants to know that when it is over it is really over.

Together we arrived at one thing, obviously Elliott knows more than he is telling. After that it was all guesswork – all good stuff for the detectives.

This said something to Morgan

At 8:09 pm I text Morgan and ask, “Are you in Aspen? Everything OK? Tell Paul I said hi. ”I want so badly to tell her that Keenan has moved out, but we have already decided to tell her in person, we are trusting everything less these days and are concerned about our phones, Steve has checked Morgan’s out and looked for some spike you can see in the data usage. So far it looks normal, but he still wanted me to be more vague when I sent a text message.

Morgan answered, “Yes. Yes. Ok.” With a smiley face icon. I sent her, “Short and Sweet.” With another smiley face icon. And Morgan answered, “Coming home soon with Danny, won’t be long.” I thought oopsie, so much for vague, and I ended with “Great.”

About 10:00 pm a man showed up at the front door with a very pregnant woman at his side.  Steve walked out and talked with them. When he came back in I asked him what that was about.  He said right street, just wrong house, and winked at me.  I knew what he meant and just shook my head.

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October 9 – 13, 2011 – Days 69 -73 of Morgan’s Stalking – Hope for the Victims…

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Bird feeder in the Aspen tree by the front door

During these four days it starts with me telling the story, in place of the usual retelling of the story.  Just like with every other blog post I look through, there are things no person should ever have to have, like an event recorder log, that time stamps every stalker event and saves texts, a surveillance camera log, and my trusty day runner.  And, it took me a while to see it, but there it was…I had them all.  I wish with all my heart that I hadn’t needed them.

A little something, that was not so bad, unmistakably surfaced over this four day period.  Over and over there are notes about the “little green car” – being gone, not there, don’t remember noticing it.  And almost within twenty-four hours of it being gone, Morgan’s activities picked right back up.  She was talking with her friends, making plans, saying, hey you, long time no…

For victims of stalking I take this as a good sign, no make that a great sign.  Morgan was strong, but she was also becoming scared from this ordeal.  And when I read back through this four day period of time, I really had the feeling at that time that he was really gone, for whatever reason.  I tried to convince myself that she was no longer being stalked and that she knew it had ended.  And she would go back to living life, as it used to be lived, as soon as she was able. Sadly, that was not to be.

Then in the early hours of the 13th, between 3:30 – 4:00 am it started again, Morgan heard tapping or pebbles thrown against her bedroom window again, and sent me a bubble on my phone, then sent a text to clarify the timing.  Our motion alarm covering her side of our house went off at 5:15 am.  Steve had installed two new wildlife cameras tonight.  At 1:15 pm I sent Detective Glassmire a text, “Just wanted you to know Morgan heard tapping or pebbles on her bathroom window at around 3:30 – 4:00 am this morning and our motion alarm went off on her side of the house (where your wildlife cams are located) and it went off at 5:15 am.  Just need to run some errands so please call or text me on this cell phone when you know you are coming over as I would like to show you our new camera set up.”  He sent a text back, “Okay, will do.”  And I said, “thanks.”

Morgan texted a friend in the afternoon and went for a visit.  She didn’t stay late, and I think we took her puppy and Tessi for a walk together.  The leaves would have been almost out of the trees, and it would have been getting cold, that – “Oh it won’t be long before it’s snowing” time that you have to live through, a few times to really appreciate the meaning of it – the simple times.

Click here to read about the 74th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1656

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A post from Morgan’s friend Tacia…

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I came accross this band this morning, and it reminded me of Morgan because of her kitty Mogwai. I think she would have liked this song. I can picture her smiling and swaying gently to it with the soft morning sunlight pouring over her face. I could never recreate her in my imagination as beatiful as she really was, but it is a warm thought and a fond feeling it gives me all the same. She had an incredibly diverse taste, and divine appreciation for music. I loved listening to music with her, we would just immerse ourselves in the sounds, cuddle up together in a blanket of tones, tap our toes to the beat. She really felt things, she was so open to life. I feel like the whole world is asleep, they don’t see the beauty in everything like she did. She always inspired and amazed me with her capacity to absorb and embrace everything with such loving, open arms. I felt like she could swallow the whole world up in one great gulp, breath it in with one deep breath, and if she were to breathe it all back out, in a gentle sort of sigh, the world would have been a better place. Anyway, I just thought perhaps it might brighten your day just the tiniest bit. Many, many wishes of love and healing to you and your family Toni. Click on the following like to see the video.

http://youtu.be/ol3e032aOeU

Mogwai – “How to Be a Werewolf” Sub Pop Records

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MISSING MORGAN AND BLOWING OFF STEAM – JUST A LITTLE…

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STEVE AND I WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT MORGAN’S HORRIFIC STALKING AND MURDER – AND YES, UNITL AN INVESTIGATION IS LAUNCHED WE ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT CAN CONTINUE TO CONDUCT AN OFFICIAL INVESTIGATION – AND YES, IT’S HORRIBLE FOR US!

WE JUST REALIZED THAT A SIMPLE QUESTION HAS NEVER BEEN ANSWERED AND PERHAPS YOU CAN HELP, BECAUSE I THINK I AM MISSING SOMETHING HERE – IF THE GARFIELD COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT HAS SELF ADMITTEDLY RESPONDED TO OVER 50 CALLS AT OUR RESIDENCE, AND NEVER SAW ANY SIGN OF A STALKER –

DESPITE NUMEROUS CRYSTAL CLEAR SHOE PRINTS IN CAREFULLY WATERED AND RAKED SOIL AROUND OUR HOUSE, WILDLIFE CAMERA PHOTOS, VIDEO SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE, EYE WITNESS TESTIMONY, TESTIMONY ABOUT REPEATED ATTEMPTS TO OPEN OUR FRONT DOOR THROUGH A NUMERIC KEYPAD, METAL CLEARLY CRACKED IN THE GUTTER OVER MORGAN’S WINDOW (BY AS OF YET UNDETERMINED FORCES), THE TESTIMONY OF OUR NEIGHBORS CONCERNING THE BIZARRE BEHAVIOR OF MORGAN’S STALKING SUSPECT(S), ET CETERA, ET CETERA –

THEN HOW DO WE HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT THIS SAME SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT CAN BE REALISTICALLY EXPECTED TO RESPOND TO A 911 CALL ON THE MORNING MORGAN WAS FOUND DEAD AND THINK SOMETHING NEFARIOUS MIGHT HAVE OCCURRED?   OF COURSE THEY COULDN’T, THE STALKER EASILY ELUDED EVERY EFFORT THEY EVER PUT FORTH TO CATCH HIM; SO OF COURSE ON THE MORNING MORGAN WAS FOUND DEAD –

HER BODY FILLED WITH A DATE RAPE COCKTAIL (LETHAL MANY, MANY TIMES OVER), ALL OF HER VALUABLE JEWELRY MISSING, 3 OF HER NAILS TORN, AN UNIDENTIFIED SUBSTANCE ON HER CHEST (VISIBLE ONLY UNDER THE CRIME SCENE LIGHTING), A SUSPICIOUS RED BRUISE ON HER FOREHEAD, BLOOD IN HER MOUTH. OF COURSE THE GARFIELD COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT WOULD BE TOTALLY INCAPABLE OF PUTTING 2 + 2  TOGETHER AND REACHING THE UNBELIEVABLE ASSUMPTION THAT HER STALKER COULD HAVE ESCALATED TO MURDER.  THAT THE UPCOMING EXECUTION OF A SUBPOENA UPON CITY MARKET, EL JEBEL THE FOLLOWING TUESDAY TO TURN OVER ALL THE SUSPECTS WORKING HOURS, WHICH THE DETECTIVE WAS CONFIDENT, ONCE OVERLAID WITH THE TIMELINE OF STALKING WOULD BE COMPELLING EVIDENCE TO FINALLY MAKE AN ARREST OF HER STALKER.  A FACT THAT MORGAN WAS SO EXCITED ABOUT SHE SHARED WITH HER DOCTOR, DURING HER OFFICE VISIT, 36 HOURS BEFORE HER DEATH.  OF COURSE THE GARFIELD COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT WOULD WANT TO BELIEVE THIS WAS ALL COMPLETELY UNRELATED. MERE COINCIDENCE!

THE SAME GARFIELD SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT WHICH OCCUPIED THE HOUSE MORGAN WAS KILLED IN THAT MORNING TO PROCESS THE SCENE – IN DIRECT VIOLATION OF COLORADO REVISED STATUTES PERTAINING STRICTLY TO MEDICO LEGAL INVESTIGATION OF DEATH SCENES IN THE STATE OF COLORADO!  AND SUPERVISED BY AN INDIVIDUAL EITHER FROM THE FARNUM HOLT FUNERAL HOME OR A CHIEF DEPUTY CORONER FROM THE GARFIELD COUNTIES CORONERS OFFICE…OR MAYBE EVEN BOTH?!?  AND OF COURSE ALSO PRESENT IN VIOLATION OF COLORADO REVISED STATUTES PERTAINING SPECIFICALLY TO DEPUTY CORONERS.

OF COURSE I AM MISSING SOMETHING…THE TRUTH

 

October 7 – 8, 2011 – Days 67 & 68 of Morgan’s Stalking – The Stakeout…

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Aspen Tree

In the morning Steve and I went out to breakfast at our favorite local’s hangout in Carbondale, we texted Morgan (she was with a friend) to see if she would join us and she did.  Every time we went there Morgan would order the exact same breakfast, so it got to the point where we would just order for her, after checking of course.

After breakfast, Steve and I spent some time painting the motion detectors a brown camouflage color, so they did not stand out at night.  The motion detectors were the most consistent weapon in our arsenal.  The stalker could not cross through an area covered without setting the detector off.  The way they were deployed was giving us advance warning to a window banging event.  It had not allowed us to actually catch him, but it was certainly the most promising.  Early detection is the key, just like cancer, if you think about it.

A friend of Morgan’s texted her around 7:00 pm, “Dude. Now considering Stanford? They offer Romanian.”  Earlier that Spring when Morgan was out on location, working and helping her big sister, they stopped at Stanford on the way home. Morgan was quite smitten with the possibility of attending the law school there.  Morgan always had ultimate faith in herself, and was positive that if she knew the requirements, she could meet them.  Morgan answered her friend, “Yesss!!” And she responded, “Doing some school research. Seeing what I can find. =D.”

Detective Glassmire was coming out for a stakeout, naturally we were kept in the dark about actual arrival and departure times, but he agreed to text me on the way out.  There was no way I was waiting until the next day to find out what if anything had happened. At 2:06 am I could not contain myself any longer, and sent a text to him, “Backyard motion detector light going on and off – same time as last night.” Detective Glassmire texts back, “Okay, we did leave at 12:45 am, and we did notice that the backyard motion detector did go on and off twice while we were watching it.  Definitely was not us at that time, as we were very far from that light.  Otherwise quiet while we were there.”  I texted back, “OK better luck next time.  Morgan never alerted us to anything on her window tonight.”  Detective Glassmire texted back, “Okay, that’s where we focused on, we will be in touch soon, have a good night.”  I texted back, “You too.”

This was the night (the only night that I know of) that they did a stake out to try to catch the stalker.  Detective Glassmire the next day suggested that maybe we had a faulty motion light and that’s why it would go on and off in the middle of the night.  So Steve swapped it for another light that we could also see from our room, but hadn’t been going on and off, now that that light was put where the other light had been it still did the same thing, so it wasn’t defective – what we didn’t know at the time was that this was the area that was being triggered, because this is where the stalker was getting on to our roof!!!

Today it is October 5, 2012 – and I’m sure I’ve said this before, but it will always bear saying again.  Months after Morgan was murdered we found evidence that the stalker had been gaining access to our roof from that exact area that would set off that motion light, he would run over the berm, towards the back of our house, and climb up the Aspen tree that was leaning right up against the back of our house.  Once up on the roof he had the advantage to be able to see up and down the streets, as well as the advantage to hide where the roof comes together – it created a perfect hiding place for him.  He could also lean over the edge of the roof, body against the metal gutter over Morgan’s room, and see in to her room, or dangle something down to tap or bang on her window, ever eluding the Sheriff’s and all others.  He was “getting off” in being able to make fools out of the Sheriffs.

Except for one, Rhonda’s little dog Sammie, next door, that used to bark in the middle of the night at his window that faced Morgan’s side of the house.  But, unfortunately dogs can’t talk (or at least most of us don’t understand what they are saying), so we never knew that the stalker was on our roof.  But the little dog knew, and he tried to tell us…so many times.

Click here to read about the 69th – 73rd days of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1640