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Stalking behaviors, Morgan’s Stalker and his actions.

Penguins painted on rocks by Morgan a couple of years before her murder and stalking

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Penguin Rocks

I know it might seem silly to others reading this blog but these little painted rocks fill my heart up with love every time I look at them on our bathtub surround.  Morgan painted them for her dad a couple of years ago as a Father’s Day present.  They are a depiction of our family, Steve, me, Morgan’s older sister and brother and Morgan (the smallest rock).  Morgan loved doing all kinds of “art projects” and most of the presents she gave us were things she made.  Anyway, just wanted to share our “penguin rocks” with everyone…not sure why I felt like I should share but my heart told me to…that’s why.

A Question About Morgan’s Stalking and Murder – what about the Amitriptyline?

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Sun peaking through the rain clouds

Morgan captures the sun getting ready to dry up all the rain

There is question that I answer in just a few words quite often on private submissions. Today it was a comment to a post, and it went like this:

I just have a question about the elavil Morgan was taking two years ago… what was she taking it for? (Re: what medical condition)

 Was it for depression or something else?

Well, like a lot of things in this blog I had few minutes left before I had to move onto something else, and I took that time to answer a few comments. This was one of them, and for some reason, I went into far more detail than I usually do, and this is what I wrote:

Morgan NEVER took elavil for depression, as has been reported.  She took it specifically as a prophylaxis (preventative measure) for migraine headaches, and a sharp stomach pain.  No anatomical reasons were ever found for these symptoms so she was prescribed a low dose of elavil (10mg), which helped.  It was later increased to 25mg at the same time another medication was being discontinued.  Morgan never liked the fact that she was taking prescription medications continually with no end in sight, and about two years before her murder she stopped taking elavil completely, and never took it again.  Morgan had NOT had a prescription for years, and had not had a prescription filled by our pharmacy since the time she stopped taking it.  The first Forensic Pathologist honestly was on a phone call discussing how he could not change her manner of death from natural causes, and calmly said Morgan was taking Amitriptyline (elavil, WHICH SHE WAS NOT), for her porphyria (WHICH SHE DID NOT HAVE).  So how can a person so uninformed about Morgan Ingram be in any position to render an opinion about Morgan Ingram?  It was on this phone call that I was threatened by this Pathologist that if I continued fighting the natural causes he would have to look into suicide or accidental overdose, but he couldn’t because he did not find any pills or remnants in her stomach at the time of autopsy.  Now to BE ABSOLUTELY CLEAR, I have advised everyone involved that she did not take Amitriptyline, and I advised the Sheriffs Detectives in person that I was threatened by the doctor long before he actually carried through on his threat. But have no fear, I’ve been assured by experts I have great trust in, that tests exist, which can correct all of these errors for Morgan, but it will take time, and as everyone knows, time works against Morgan in the pursuit of justice.

Then I smiled to myself, and said – I’ve just realized I got a little carried away with this, sorry, but I wonder, would you mind if your question and my answer were to become a Blog Post? – And she graciously responded:

I would love for you to do an entire blog post on this!

And she added:

And thank you for your answer. This is what I figured as well. Do you think the stalker was able to snoop in your medicine cabinets when he or she broke into your house? Also, do you have any ideas on why, if the stalker wanted to kill Morgan, why he would do so with these medications? Something seems to be niggling at me… like he wanted to make her think she was going crazy and then killed her in the same sort of manner (to make it look like it was in her mind vs the stalker…his mistake was the flexril (Cyclobenzaprine). The MO is the same in her death as the stalking itself… That no one believes her… that it is “her” if you will… Sorry if that did not come out the way I intended it to.

ps, have you looked at the half lives of flexural and elavil? She would have to have been given this stuff between noon and nine pm-ish for that high of a level in my opinion.

And to answer the part two let me borrow another answer from the Blog, and expand on it a little:

We did look into the half lives and here is the thing, when she drove home around 9:00 pm that night and I saw her and then her dad had a long really nice talk with her she was her normal self – very articulate, happy, nothing weird, and if she had that level of those drugs in her body there would have been signs.  I’ve been told and have read that within a half hour of a dose this great being administered there would be visible effects – Steve observed none.  He described Morgan to the Sheriff’s Detective as being “very Morgan”  More specifically, her normal self, they talked about plans, such as when they would take another art class together, how she was worried about the children she would be babysitting the next day, as she thought she was coming down with a cold or something.  How excited she was about things that were happening in her life.  As for someone in her room that night, it took us a long time for our hearts and minds to believe someone was in her room, especially for Steve, he just could not believe that fact, for one thing …it hurt too much.  But as evidence and expert opinions mounted there were no other options.  Morgan’s second Forensic Pathologist believes the Amitriptyline (elavil) was in liquid form and either injected or poured down her throat.  No containers or syringes were recovered from the scene.  I requested of the Sheriff’s Detective that she be checked for possible injections and he assured me that this is always done.  I have since learned that hiding an injection point is a simple matter, an innocent observation of Morgan at her viewing revealed that if an inspection for injections points was even undertaken at all, it was very cursory at best.  So coupled with the fact the stalkers, by nature, invade you life, it is ridiculous for Steve and I to think that Morgan’s stalker was not in our house that night – or that he was in our house many times.

Your kitty Mogwai misses you Morgan…and he is constantly trying to tell everyone something.

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September 17th, 2011 – Day 47 of Morgan’s Stalking – Mind Games?

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Morgan's shadow

Morgan striking a pose

Today was the Balloon Festival in Snowmass Village.  We thought about going, but Morgan didn’t feel like it, so we decided not to go. It was a quiet day, Morgan went to her friend’s house and Steve and I caught up on work.  He also boxed up the umpteenth, “catch the stalker device” for return.  As usual it sounded great in the description, but had some sort of fatal flaw upon actual hands-on inspection.  Unfortunately, we didn’t just need a stalker catcher, we needed a super stalker catcher.

I texted Morgan at 10:41pm, “Coming home? Almost 11?”  Morgan answered, “Oo. I’m at a birthday party. Can I be a little later?”  I said, “How much longer getting really tired?  Morgan answered, “How late can I be?”  I gave in a little, “11:30, but any later will be really hard for me.”  Morgan was a sweetheart and as usual, she just said, “K. ;)”   I reminded her, “Text me at 11:20 when you are leaving & please have someone walk you out to the car OK?”  “Will Do.”  she said.  It was really hard trying to stay awake so I could be out on the front porch when Morgan drove up after dark – I missed those nights before a stalker had entered our lives – the nights that Morgan could come home anytime she wanted, safely unlocking the front door and coming in her own home without us knowing…those days were now gone for us.

At 11:18 she texted “On my way.”  And I answered her, “Ok”

She was home shortly after that and we were lying in bed when our neighbor Rhonda called at 11:48 pm.  She had seen Morgan’s motion light go on outside, and Rhonda’s little dog was barking at that side of our house.

Trying not to think about the stalker didn’t last very long, now Steve was out the bedroom door quickly.  With him was the thermal imaging scope, which he took up to the top of the berm – there he planted himself, and watched.  I could not see where he was, and none of the usual alarms were following him around the house so I waited.

Later he would tell me he spent a lot of time watching the ranch behind us, because from where he sat nobody could cross from the berm around our subdivision to the buildings on the ranch without being spotted.  He could clearly pick out movement all the way down to the Blue Creek subdivision.  He did see movement, only it was just animals, large and small, nothing human, or even close.

That he could see so well in the dark was encouraging, I wondered if he could hide in a car at the end of our street or even across the street, and just watch select houses.  He was thinking that just as suspects had been eliminated that now with the ability to “see” people in the darkness he could eliminate areas.  As in this evening he was fairly certain nobody had crossed to the ranch the entire time he was out there.

Rather than try to chase the stalker, which we had proven to be rather futile, he would pick an area and watch it from a distance.  No attempt to physically capture anyone at all, simply see them enter a house from the yard after a stalking incident.

Morgan was fast asleep when we finally gave up for the night, so we couldn’t ask her, and all I had recorded was a question mark as to if she heard noise on her windows or not, I must have forgotten to follow up on that the next morning.  But there were the motion lights Rhonda saw, and then lights that I saw go on.  Rhonda’s dog had been barking, and Steve decided that in the future that will be enough.  He will go outside, and spend as much time as he can, and eventually he will spot someone moving out there.  Instead of even trying to catch him, he was now just going to try to spot him from far away, and narrow down just where he came from, and where he went to.

We had gone from trying to catch the stalker red-handed to allowing a comfort zone that would let us to zero in on him over time.  To me it was bizarre, to allow him to move about, make him feel like we were backing off, so that eventually we could really catch him, but so far nothing else had worked.

(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working this evening.  On 9.17.2011 he worked from 1:00 am – 6:01 am & then from 6:29 am – 9:32 am… so he was free this evening to continue his stalking & torment)

Click here to read about the 48th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1220

September 16, 2011 – Day 46 of Morgan’s Stalking

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MJ thinking

Morgan Jennifer, deep in thought

Morgan was so upset in the morning. I kept asking her about the car that followed her, if she had any more details that she could remember.  She said she remembers the silhouette of a small car, couldn’t tell what color, she remembered the outline of a male driving, and female in the passenger seat. By the time she drove into the CMC parking lot all she wanted to do was see which way they were going so she could take off in the opposite direction.  Which is what she did, driving onto Highway 133, the closest thing to a busy street there is in Carbondale.  I kept asking her questions and she blew, sarcastically screaming that of course she should have stopped, and snapped a picture with her iPhone, but she didn’t, she just thought about getting away!  Morgan had done the right thing, but being followed was very scary for her and rightly so.

Ironically, Elliott from across the street calls me, and wonders how it’s been.  I told him immediately about Morgan being followed the night before.  Elliott tells me that he just heard from Brooke’s mom that Keenan had been gone hunting, but now he is now back.  I pause and shake my head, there is this fear of everything, and anything, whether I like to admit it or not, that had become a part of my life then.  Elliott was talking about Keenan, and I was wondering if I could trust Elliott.  If I said something, would it go right back to Brooke’s mom, and then to you know who?  There is nothing good about feeling like that, but I do not tell Elliott that it had been quiet for days.  I wanted to ask him when he left, but he had to get off the phone so I didn’t do that either.

We had been told that Morgan’s case was finally being assigned to a detective, that it would be a few days before we would get a call from him.  I made a note in my dayrunner to ask the detective if he could find out what days Keenan had been gone on his trip.  I circled it in red.  Couldn’t imagine what Morgan had felt like in the car.  Everyone had a different idea. Drive home, don’t go home, drive to the police station, no it was night time and they could all be out on patrol.  Last night in bed Steve and I had walked through every combination and every single one had a glitch in it.  There was never a, “Oh that’s perfect, I’ll tell Morgan that in the morning, she’ll be so relieved.”

That afternoon when Steve came home we went straight to the next order of business.  A restraining order.  It was being suggested more, and more, and maybe it was just me but I grew up in Los Angeles and had watched restraining orders fail in the most horrific ways.  As in gunned down in a parking structure the next day, dead.  But Steve was right we had to do more, I just wasn’t comfortable with this solution.

Steve had one prevailing thought.  What if we had one long shot chance of catching him, detaining him, or positively identifying him in the yard.  With no restraining order, what if he said he was retrieving his tennis ball, and tada! it all became nothing?  With a restraining order it is a felony.  There is a difference.  We wrestled with the pros and cons for quite a while and ended with the decision to defer to the detective.   He would be assigned any day and we would get his input, and allow that to tip the scales.

That night Morgan and I went to do a Pathfinders volunteer call.  A mother had cancer and it was her birthday and anniversay.  She had 2 young boys and needed a babysitter so she could go out with her husband for a few hours to celebrate.  Morgan and I played with her children, while she and her husband went to dinner and a movie.  I had a wonderful time with Morgan.  She loved children, and they always sensed something special in her.  We played little games and stayed with them until their parents came home.  Then Morgan and I drove home together and talked in the car…only about kids and happy things, not about the stalker.

Just before we got home Morgan said she wished that since it was so late and we were coming home from Aspen that the stalker would have already given up for the night and leave her alone.  And this night, her wish was answered.  We had a quiet night.

(Police reports later show the “suspect” was not working the evening of 9.16.2011)

Click here to read about the 47th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=1194