Category Archives: Stalking

Stalking behaviors, Morgan’s Stalker and his actions.

Instead of implementing the suggested national protocol (cost $0) to stop stalkers, did our Sheriff really buy a tank for $400,000? And it sits in an underground parking structure somewhere?

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This article is about our Sheriff – yes the same one that  said he will never reopen Morgan’s investigation – but he can justify his tank!
America’s most in-demand police vehicle is a 10-officer 16,000-pound armored tank that takes bullets like Superman and drives 80 mph. The federal government buys dozens each year for local police departments. Do America’s local police need tanks?

Published Time: Friday, March 4, 2011 at 11:39pm
And while I would agree that there” is no price tag you can put on the life of a police officer who is out there protecting you” what price tag was placed on the life of our daughter Morgan Jennifer Ingram?

A book to read as soon as I get the time…

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Someone just sent me an email about a book they thought I might want to read – I can’t believe it is about another mother just like me…different story, but also similar in many ways.  I just hope in our case it doesn’t take eleven years, but even if it takes longer, we will never give up.

For eleven years this mother fought to have her daughter’s COD changed – the Coroner went from “undetermined” to “suicide” to “undetermined” to “suicide” when she knew her daughter had not committed suicide, but had been murdered.  On November 9, 2009 there was a precedent-setting hearing that found that the Coroner’s office had been derelict in it’s duty to investigate her daughter’s death…why do these people we trust put parents through the most unspeakable pain of fighting for the truth to come out?

The book by Ann Rule is titled “In the Still of the Night”

 

September 24, 2011 – Day 54 of Morgan’s Stalking

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Morgan

Today starts Carbondale’s Potato Days celebration.  Morgan is texting her sister in the morning about how someone has hacked her email, and now people are getting emails from Morgan, that are not really from Morgan.  Her sister warns her to notify Yahoo.

Later, Morgan went to babysit in Aspen from noon until early evening, it runs late, and Morgan calls me on her way home at 9 pm.  She arrived home to the usual drill with me waiting in the driveway, pepper spray in hand, and we show her the latest addition to our stalking arsenal.  Steve has installed a simple wireless doorbell from the hardware store that afternoon. so the button is stuck to the side of her nightstand, and the bell is in our room. We call this her panic button. Our bedroom is on the far back end of the house and her bedroom is in the far front – really far apart and the hardcore bedroom doors, when closed, dull any noise. There is absolutely no way for us to hear anything going on in Morgan’s room if we are asleep in our bedroom so this alarm will really help. But, I was thinking Morgan may feel like this was getting to be a little too much, as it has been quiet since the video cameras went on, but Morgan was happy about it.  She thought we were great for putting it in, now if anything at all happens she can just press the button, we will know instantly, and come to see what’s up.  It gives her even more security.

We don’t have to wait long to see if she will ever need to press the button as the bell rings at about 11:30 pm.  I shake Steve, and jump up myself.  We run to her room and it was a noise on her window, but she said it was different this time.  Before it was tapping, or banging, usually tapping first, then banging later.  Morgan calls this softer like small rocks (for lack of a better way to describe the noise).  She points to the window top, of the clearstory window in her room, where the sound came from.  Steve goes outside in his robe and slippers to look at it from outside.  While he is gone I find out from Morgan that she was reading, and saw the outside motion light come on about an hour ago, but did not think that rose to pressing the new alarm button. Then when she heard the familiar sound she alerted us.

Steve came back in and of course he didn’t see anything out there in the still of the night – we then all said good night after reassuring Morgan to please push the button again if she hears anything.  I had no idea how Morgan would react to the sort of, “panic button,” idea, but I was so glad then that we had put it in, and she wasn’t afraid to use it.  When we were back in the room, we went straight to the camera monitor, and played back the video.  First we checked the camera that covered her windows, we could clearly see Steve approach, and stop to stare up at her end window (when he went out in his robe), then turn and leave, but rewinding, and replaying, there was nothing else (again, we had no idea that the cameras should have been pointing up at the roof).  We went to the cameras on either side of that one, and replayed that video too – also nothing.  This was so very frustrating, we should have seen something, but did not.  We went through it all again and again.  It would be hard to tell Morgan the next morning all we ever saw was Steve, and we were both troubled by this – there was a very good reason our cameras were not catching the stalker, but we would not learn how he was doing it until it was too late.

Steve reasoned that it was rocks from a distance, so that is why we did not see anything on any of the video.  I guess our minds were continually trying to make a logical excuse for the cause of the noise. We went to sleep with that thought on our minds.

(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working this evening.  On 9.24.2011 he worked from 12.58 am – 6:11 am & then from 6:40 am – 9:24 am)

Today it is September 22, 2012 – I have been in meeting after meeting, and one thing has become very clear to me.  The “average everyday citizen” is far more outraged by what has happened than the officials of Garfield County have ever been.  People, universally, without exception, want to know answers from me,  what do I think could have been done differently, how do I suggest we go about creating change, how do I think we could improve, how do we as a community stop this from happening again, how do we go about protecting the next young woman?  How, how, how?  I’m sure that together we have all made progress toward that goal, productive ideas, strategies, lists of importance.  Yet at the same time, is it just me, or is every elected official in Garfield County who is responsible to us the citizens ignoring us?  It seems like they are all equally intent on looking the other way, and claiming it did not happen, or promising how there will never be an investigation, or that it used to be natural causes, but now with all these date rape drugs in her system it must have been suicide!!!???  Am I missing something here?  I want the truth, from day one all I have wanted was the truth, I traveled to Los Angeles to hear from some of the best this nation has to offer in their respective fields for the truth.  Morgan deserves the truth.  Yet here at her home, here in Garfield County, I am nothing more than a grief stricken mother who can’t accept it?  Can’t accept what?  That the truth is that every single expert that has been consulted on the death of our daughter Morgan does not agree with natural causes, or suicide as a manner of death, and there have been many experts consulted.  While I do not feel like I am grief stricken, in denial, or having issues with acceptance – I am absolutely positive that the esteemed professional experts that we have consulted with so far are not grief stricken, in denial, or having any acceptance issues!!! They gave their expert opinion, they offered to talk to our Pathologist, they offered to go on camera and explain, they offered to fly to Colorado, and to testify as to their expert opinion.  They are all in agreement that what we have right now is not the truth.  It is anything, but the truth.  But so far it seems to be all for naught, because here it would seem the corner of the carpet had been raised ever so slightly, and a broom is attempting to push all this underneath that carpet.  It is my opinion that firmly grasping the handle of that broom are all the hands of all of the elected officials sworn to protect…to protect Morgan, and protect you.  All I ask is the simple question – why…what is so wrong with the truth, and why is Garfield County so intent on preventing it from ever surfacing?

Click here to read about the 55th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1336 

September 23, 2011 – Day 53 of Morgan’s Stalking

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Dream a little dream

This is now like you would feel after a period of really high tension, and things calm down, and you go way down.  I am so stressed out now I feel like I need a mental health day off from work.  But I plow on, instead of taking off from work I lean on Morgan to spend some time with me in the early evening.  All our time together for so long has been all about the stalker, and now that the video system has seemed to have done the trick, I want to get back to the way it was – I want to do something fun together.

Morgan is going to take her niece out to the store which just excites little Joni to no end.  At 11:14 am I finish the phone end of the arrangements, and text to Morgan, “Ok just call Leesa on her cell when you get there and she’ll bring Joni to the car for you or you can get out and knock on the door – Joni is really excited!”  They have a great time together, and I’m uneasy that the installation of a video system has completely restored order back into our lives, but it certainly seems to have.

After Morgan has fun with Joni and drops her back at her house, it’s my turn with Morgan, and we have a great time talking about all the stuff we used to on quiet days.  We crash out on the couch with her little puppy Wylah sleeping on the floor right under Morgan.  Morgan’s sister is cleaning house, and found a gift from Morgan from a long time ago.  A little clay imprint of Morgan’s hand, glazed and fired, a permanent memento of her little sister.  She texts Morgan, “Look what I found… Little Morgan hand imprint… I put it next to mine for comparison… ;)” There was a picture of the two together, and Morgan’s fingers might have been a little longer, sure sign of a piano player!

That night Morgan goes to the Penny Hot Springs with her friends.  While she is gone, at around 11:00 pm, the motion lights on the back of the house go on.  But it is coupled with nothing else so we record it, but ignore it.  A while later the motion detector driveway alarm also sounds, but same thing, unless Rhonda’s dog joins in, or one of the video cameras sounds, and alarm us we will record it and ignore it.  I wrote a happy face in my day-runner today.  For a while we think all has returned to normal.  Steve reviews the cameras when he gets home, and is happy that every warning of a possible event is nothing on the cameras.

We talk about going somewhere, and doing something.  It is a completely different atmosphere in the house now.  As it all ratcheted up one click at a time, it was hard to really see the full effect.  Now that it had all been released it was really easy to see the difference.  And what a difference it was. . .

(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working this evening.  On 9.23.2011 he worked from 8:31 am – 12:39 pm & then from 1:10 pm – 3:26 pm)

Click here to read about the 54th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1317

September 22, 2011 – Day 52 of Morgan’s Stalking

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Morgan in her mirror

Morgan in her mirror

Morgan is gone to school in the morning and Steve goes on errands.  A friend comes by, and we talk about Morgan.  Sometimes you have no idea what a pressure cooker you are in until you share it with a friend, and this is one of those times.  We go over all the options, and to my surprise Steve and I have already been over them all, multiple times.  It would seem like a real solution has to be possible, but it has not presented itself yet.

That afternoon Steve takes my car in for new tires.  Now I will feel much safer when Morgan drives it.  My tires were getting pretty bald and I was so worried that a tire might blow out, and she would be easy prey if she were stuck on the side of the road and the stalker saw her.

Today we found the Google Earth pictures that have already been shared on the blog – the ones that show the trail on the berm.  We had not even thought of checking for a satellite shot until one of the sheriffs had noticed the trail and told us about it. It was something we could not wait to share with the sheriff’s detective.  For me it was just as compelling, as far as evidence goes, back then, as it is today, even more so because you could trace it easily on foot.  I held out such hope for his involvement and could not wait to meet him.  I had so much to tell him.

Morgan was home, and in bed, and it was a quiet night.  Steve had another tool for us, a little app for our phones that we could just press and it would record the time and date of any incidents.  He had programmed it with a different button for every location where tapping, or rocks, or whatever it was had banged on the windows in the past.  Up until then I had sat up, turned on the light and typed or wrote in a note.  This promised to be much easier, and the best part was we didn’t need it this night, it was again quiet.

(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working this evening.  On 9.22.2011 he worked from 12:59 am – 6:12 am & then from 6:39 am – 9:33 am)

Today is September 20, 2012 – I had a long day at work and am just getting back to my blog.   I’m sure I broke at least one blog etiquette rule today, and I am sorry for that.  I was right in the middle of one series of five blogs, and couldn’t help myself as I dove right into another series of four.  If it sounds complicated don’t worry I’ve decided to finish the first series first, and then the second, and I promise by then it will all make sense.  Listen to me, talking like I invented this, if my dear friend Steve Emersen had not suggested a blog a few months back I would not even be here, So thanks Steven, your encouragement has been priceless.

Click here to read about the 53rd day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1312