Murder With My Husband - Dear Daisy - My Stalker is a Real Threat!

Episode Date: June 23, 2023

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Hi everyone welcome back to our podcast. This is murder with my husband. I'm Peyton Morland and I'm Garrett Morland and he's the husband. I'm husband. Another dear daisy episode. These have actually become so fun for me like I really look forward to recording dear daisies. So again before we jump in just a reminder you can send your dear daisy you can either email it in or you can just put it in through the links there. It'll be link in the episode, link in all of our social media. Just submit a daredeasy. These are different than case suggestions. Daredezies are personal stories, whether that's connections you have to some type of true crime, hauntings, ghost interactions, just something spooky that you found in the walls of your home. We want to hear about it. And so does Daisy. All right, I'm just going to jump into the first one.

Let's do it. Says, hi Daisy, and pay in and get it. I found myself in the same bow as the listener who submitted their Italy story in the way that I don't find my life that exciting to share until I really start to think about it. I'll start by saying that due to the events that took place, my identity has been completely changed as per the recommendation of the detective assigned to my case. I was strongly suggested to move out of the state for my own safety and

I'm still finding myself paranoid and looking over my shoulder to the state. Well, I assume we're not going to say her name correct? No. Okay, good. So, a few years ago, I moved to Seattle to test out living in the PNW. It's a beautiful area with great food. The outdoors look like something out of a mystical book about magical forest critters. I managed to land a job working as a property manager for an apartment complex.

As you know, there's a lot of risk in this job. However, I was not aware of that at the time. During my time there, we had to lock down the office multiple times due to death, assault threats by the residents. If you have not lived in King County, the context they had in place is a fair chance housing ordinance that ban landlords from denying housing to those with a criminal past. Convicted felons, sex offenders were all part of this protection. There's a similar ordinance for employment opportunities, which makes Seattle a very appealing place for those with a criminal background to restart their lives.

This is a great thing for those truly looking to start over, but don't get me wrong. However, it attracts a lot of bad people. Maybe this is why Washington is one of the top states with the most serial killers. Interesting, I didn't know that. As a property manager, I was given an amazing discount to live on site. The building constantly had multiple emergencies, which would benefit from someone living on site, such as breakers, flipping it all times throughout the night, and we've had a history of pipes bursting and flooding multiple floors. One night, I was going through my evening routine of cooking my Hello Fresh code husband and watching my shows, my dog sat by the exterior facing the back door to my apartment alerting me that he wanted to go out.

I lived on the first floor and the apartment had two entry points, one from the back which led to the street and run from the interior which entered the hallway within the complex. I took him out and saw one of my residents smoking a cigarette. I ignored him, knowing his reputation, and walked to the potty patch while my dog did his business. This area was much like a dark alley with not a lot of lighting and not a lot of human traffic coming through. While my dog did his business, he came over to me and started talking to me about the end of the world, how it's near and that God was directly speaking with him. Are you following along?

She just outside taking it. And some, another tenant who may not have the best background has come up and is trying to talk to her. God had told him that I was supposed to help him repopulate the earth and we would start a new beginning. That's what he said to her. Correct. The conversation lasted for about an hour and every time I tried to excuse myself for walk away, he would get upset and block me.

Dang, I shoulda used that with you. God told me that we need to repopulate the earth. I would have said. I guess my pickup line worked anyway, so that it's not. This is actually really scary. Like, he's cornering her in, telling her, we need to sleep together and he's not letting her leave. Where is she?

I'm confused. Outside her house. But she's in an apartment and she can't get back in. She said, thankfully, one of my other residents was walking home and she saw what was going on. She went up and told her boyfriend who came down and distracted him and allowed me to make my escape. I thanked him and his girlfriend the next day.

I immediately told my boss about what happened and while she didn't disregard it, she did not offer any mediation. She spoke with the company's lawyer who advised her that we could work on filing a behavioral eviction, but they are harder to prove. After the first interaction with this man, things would change. He would come by the office and stare at my desk from the outside window, much like someone possessed in one of those paranormal movies. He would knock on my door in the middle of the night. I could still see the outline of a shadow peering in through the curtains on my glass patio door. We caught him on the security camera looking at my car in the garage filming it. You would stand by the corner of the garage exits on my days off. Sometimes he would be there all days, sometimes just a few hours. So couldn't you improve that though? I'm like, I mean, what do you,

like how long is he really gonna go to jail for that, right? That's so hard. Not. You just get a restraining order. Being a stalker or stalkers, it's so hard to get gel time. I don't even know if they can, I'm sure they can, but like you said, usually it's a restraining order,

but usually it's horrible. And this is just awful. He's making her so uncomfortable in the one place she should feel comfortable. Oh, he's making her life miserable. Right. One day, he was standing in the corner of the intersection right in front of our complex and his purple underwear and matching suitcase staring at me while I was making my way home

with my friend from walking the dog. This all happened within the first few weeks of that initial interaction. Got it. I asked my best friend who also lived in the apartment on a higher level if my dog and I could stay at her place until his eviction went through. We deactivated his key fobs since he did not require access to the set of apartment homes she lived in. It was maybe two or three nights after this happened that he managed to make his way up

the elevator. Someone decided to be nice and just let him go up to the top floor thinking he lived there. He attempted to kick down her door in flip flops, but luckily got the wrong apartment number. My friend lived in a corner apartment and he kicked in the door on the opposite facing corner apartment just a few doors down. He managed to cost some major damage to the door and the frame but the door managed to stay shut. All these interactions were getting documented as much as possible through the security cameras. This went on and on for another month or so

with all his attempts to get close to me being failed by my need to constantly be accompanied by a member of our maintenance team. Which sucks. She's constantly just living in fear. Yeah, like she has to have a bodyguard in all times. Yeah, that's horrible. At this point, you might be wondering

why I didn't call the police, but I did a few times. However, the policing king country will not go out for threats or stalking. They will go out if someone is actively brandishing a weapon. And all I had proof of was him stalking me, which led to being assigned a detective and having a case. I was couch surfing for a month and a half between the homes of my friends, not being able to stay in my own home for fear of my life.

I relayed this to my detective and she stated she could put me up in the woman's home for victims of domestic abuse. That's when it hit me that there was no solution to this. That's crazy. I pulled every set of my savings. I had to my name. My 401k sold my furniture and was granted a court-ordered sild name change for my protection. I moved out of state where I would end up staying on another friend's couch until I got back on my feet. My experiences in Seattle don't reflect the experiences of everyone, but the world was really telling me very loudly that that city was not for me. Oh my gosh, that's nuts.

Yeah, thank you so much for your show. I listen to every episode as soon as it comes out, and I keep up with Rise and Crime and Bench. I even got my boyfriend listening to your show during a road trip. He's more of a Garrett where he doesn't know a lot of these crimes, but is now becoming enlightened. Love you guys so much. Stay safe out there. It reminds me a lot of, I mean, celebrities, right? Celebrities have stalkers and it's, I mean, they have to

have security 21st 7 because there's literally people who, and they can't run away, like Justin Bieber can't run away. Well, it also changes name like that's having a stalker has to be one of the worst things ever. I don't think changing your name is as light as we're saying it. I'm Peyton. Imagine it because of one dude's actions. I had to spend all of my savings and legally go not become Peyton. That is a really big deal.

It's also a lot. I mean, you're like, tough. Think accounts and credit cards and there's a lot of that. Like that is not just as easy as, oh, I'm just going think accounts and credit cards and there's no. Yeah, like that is not just as easy as, oh, I'm just gonna go change my name and there's no consequences to that. Yeah, it's crazy. That's, it's also scary because I wonder if she, I'm sure she thinks, but what if he finds me?

Yeah. When she finds my name. You know, just still living in fear. Like, it's still her. Like, it's like, she can't change her outward appearance. All right, the next one is called the lemonade stand creep. her, like it's like she can't change her outward appearance. Alright, the next one is called the Lemonade Stand Creep. This one says, I am such a huge fan of you both and just love this space in the podcast universe that you guys

have created. You're both so authentic and fun and I have never loved a true crime podcast as much as yours. I have listened to every single episode and get so excited for a new one each week. Anyway, you asked for abduction stories and I came to deliver. This story is about me when I was a little girl. It could have turned out much worse, but it still gives me full body chills to this day to tell the story. So when I was in grade school,

my best friend and I lived about a block away from each other. Our neighborhood was safe. This was the 90s. So our parents let us just have freedom and running back and forth to each other's houses and around the neighborhood together on our bikes, riding up to the local candy shop or coffee shop or whatever.

One winter evening, after a plated at my house, my friend had to go back home for dinner, so I walked her. Again, she lived just a block away, and this meant an extra 10 minutes of time together, giggling and hanging out. We couldn't get enough time together. Truly, we were like sisters, and still are to this this day 25 years later. So we were about eight or nine years old at this time and as we are walking totally distracted by some silly conversation we were having I noticed a green

sea-bring convertibles drive right past us then stop back up to get closer to us and then just drive off. It gave me a weird feeling but I brushed off because I was a kid and young and naive. I got my friend to her house hugged her goodbye and then turned around and started walking back home alone. When I got my friend to her house, hugged her goodbye, and then turned around and started walking back home alone. When I got about a half a block from her house where I had to cross the street to get back to my block, the car pulled up in front of me, blocking me from crossing. He rolled down his window and it was a man probably in his late 30s or early 40s with dark hair and a smirk on his face. He said, hey little girl, do you want some candy? I have some in here for you. No way, the classic, do you want some candy? I have some in here for you. No way. The classic. Do you want some candy? Yeah. All right.

My stomach dropped to the floor. What a typical line to use, right? Seriously? It ignited the ultimate stranger danger in my young brain, but I felt frozen in fear. I politely said, no, thank you. And then he quickly rolled up his window and sped off. I took off and started running to my house. As I said, it was a winter night. I lived in Ohio, so it was very icy and snowy and slippery. I fell and scraped my knees, got up, and kept running towards my house. And at this point, I was crying pretty hard. My dad was outside in our backyard, chopping wood for our fire that night.

And he saw me running towards him crying, and he immediately started yelling, what's wrong, what happened? I told him, and he took running off down the street with a chopping axe in his hand looking for the guy. She said, girl, that instinct activated. That's so funny. He came back home after a few minutes when he didn't see the guy and we called the police. They came over and we filed a report. There were a lot of young kids that lived in the neighborhood and ran around playing all the time without adult supervision. And there was clearly a predator on the prowl. We were all pretty shaken up and for the next few months, anytime I was in the neighborhood, I was always looking over my shoulder for that convertible. But after a few months, I think I tried to forget

about it and not be scared. Things went back to normal until that summer. My friends and I were holding a lemonade stand once again about a block from my house, but in the other direction. We were right on the edge of the lawn, right in front of my friend's house. No adults were out with us, but we were in her yard. We were right on the edge of the lawn, right in front of my friend's house. No adults were out with us, but we were in her yard. We were having fun and laughing, and just being sweet little girls went all of the sudden,

the green, subring pulls up. My blood went cold. He got out of his car, walks up, looks right in my eyes and says, I'll take a lemonade. I couldn't even move. I was frozen in fear. My friend, having no idea who he was, just poured him the lemonade and said, that'll be

50 cents. He gave us five dollars and then walked back to his car and drove away. That was the last time I saw him. I'm grateful that this story doesn't have a more tragic ending. This guy clearly had horrible and disgusting intentions and we hear way too many of these things not ending this way. Thanks for reading and grateful to be here not ending this way. Thanks for reading and grateful to be here to tell this story. I love you guys Emily.

Surprise. All he did was ask for lemonade. I think he's just being creepy. It's weird, but I'm surprised he didn't go. I got some lemonade in my car. You want some? I mean, green convertible. Yeah. Do you want some candy? Who's? I wonder if people still say that, like predators. Probably. I wonder if it's like the number one thing that parents teach their children now is, if you wouldn't ask for candy, don't say yes.

What would you have gone to a car for? I don't, I don't think anything. Like a gecko? I don't think anything. Yeah, if you were little and someone say, hey. Hey. Yeah, I'd probably be like, they pulled out like a snake or something. You know where I'm like, Oh, what's that? Let me

go look at it. Yeah. So I guess you got to go look creative. A sour gummy worm. No, no way. Yeah, it depends. It's how many? I don't think I would have because my mom was so big on strangey-danger like I knew about Strangy Danger when I was two I swear. I knew to never go up to anyone or anything, but- That's so scary. So scary. This one says, dear Daisy, just like we've seen with other cases, no one ever really knows when their life is going to be completely changed. And for me, that day came early in life. The day was February 9th, 2006.

There's nothing better about a dear daisy when someone writes in with just a good intro, middle, cliffhanger, ending, like, I just love when someone puts a good story together. That cold and foggy morning, my mom was taking me to school. I was seven years old in the second grade at the time. My mom had just strapped my two-year-old brother into his car seat in the back as I sat in the front passenger seat. I had no idea what

was coming as my mom slid into the driver's seat and reached to shut the car door. Before she could close it all the way, there was a man jamming his body in between the space of the open door. I didn't know what to think at the time. I had never known fear or faced evil. Ugh, that's so devastating as a child to like just have it shattered that quickly, like your innocence. Yeah, I know. I don't know. I don't even know if my brain would have computed that.

Right. Yeah. Right. The man loomed over us and crouched down to yell at my mom demanding money. My mom could hardly understand him. She didn't speak English, but she tried to tell him she didn't have any. The man then demanded the car and started shouting for my mom to get out. I could hear my little brother crying in the back as my mom refused to leave us in the

car with him. That's when I saw the shotgun in his hand. Oh my god. I couldn't scream as I watched the man take his gun and strike my mom across the face with it. That's when my mom started screaming telling me to run as he struck her over and over and over again. I ripped open the car door and ran straight for the door to our apartment only a few feet away from the driveway.

I'll never forget the feeling of dread as I tried the door and realized it was locked. That's like a bad dream. Yeah. I still remember how out of body it felt to be pressed against the wall next to my front door and poking my head around the corner just to see the man coming after me. I full-on sprinted to the other side of the building where a staircase led upstairs to the two other apartments in the building. I banged on the door of the only other neighbor we had at the time and begged for her to call

911 as I tried to convey the urgency of the man coming. My neighbor didn't speak English either. She handed me the phone and I began to speak to the operator as I looked over the balcony and down onto our yard and street below. The man looked up at me from the sidewalk and I watched as he walked away, walked. He didn't even have to run. I tried to stay calm as I explained to the operator that he had left in which direction. East on C-Know, I would later hear an officer say.

The operator asked me on the status of my mom, but I didn't know. I asked my neighbor to go downstairs with me to check. As I approached the car, I could hear crying from my brother and my mom, but I didn't know. I asked my neighbor to go downstairs with me to check. As I approached the car, I could hear crying from my brother and my mom. My neighbor carried my little brother and helped my mom out of the car. She was bleeding from her face and it was spilling everywhere

as I got the door to our apartment open. My mom sat on the bench outside waiting for the police and paramedics and I brought out tissues to try to cover her wounds. She and my brother were both still crying but I couldn't fill anything. Looking back, I think I was in shock. The neighborhood was early quiet as I sat and waited. No one came outside or even dared look through the window. I called

every family member I could think of to come over and help, but either no one answered or I got their voicemail. I remember feeling hopeless and alone. That no one had heard my family's cries for help and that no one had come to help except for the upstairs neighbor. That is so like talk about lasting effects. Did the cops ever come? Eventually the police arrived and they tried to interview my mom but again these officers didn't speak Spanish. So they turned their attention to me and as they question me on my front lawn, I watched

them load up my mom into the ambulance and take her away. I begged to go with her but the cops insisted I stayed to tell them everything I could. He had black hair, brown eyes I began, how tall the officer asked. I pointed at the officer whose figure towered over mine the most. At my three foot six, he was well over six feet tall. He had a black beanie, a camouflage jacket, black pants, a mustache, black or brown shoes, one of those. What about the gun they asked? I tried to describe the style and told them it had a camel print. For my description, they said it was a shotgun. Eventually, my relatives would show up one by one and the neighbors would poke their heads out to see what was happening.

One of my aunts took my little brother and the police officer's hand in me off to my uncle who would drop me off at school. The police still had more to do, pictures to take, evidence to look for, someone would have to go interview my mom. As school, I walked into the administration office and was berated for being late. They asked me why and maybe it was still a shock but I replied it's a long story. If they had taken the time, maybe they would have seen my blood splattered uniform or something in my face that was off, but instead I was marked tardy and sent to class. It was only a few hours later that everything finally hit me and I remember breaking down crying in the bathroom during our class restroom break.

My classmates yelled for our teacher, unsure about what I was crying about. I tried to tell my teacher that I didn't know whether my mom was alive or dead, but the man had attacked us. I don't remember what happened after that, but I recall spending the entire day at the school crying and being left alone. Even when school was over, I sat by myself on the curb waiting for my mom to pick me up, but obviously she never showed. Eventually another one of my aunts would come to the school and pick me up at that point

I was the last kid left. Once I was dropped off at home, I finally saw my mom. She was laid out on the couch with my dad by her side. Her face was stitched in multiple places all along her left cheek. Looking at her and my dad, I could feel the fear and dread thick in the room. It was a feeling that would stick with me for years after now at 24 years old. I can look back at the police report without those feelings of fear and dread. But at 14, I broke down after finding out the man had never been caught

because my parents had told me at eight that he had been. So I wouldn't be so afraid. Which it's hard to kind of smart actually. Well, yeah, because she was afraid of living in the same home. Yeah. Yeah. Then at 18 I held hope the fingerprint they pulled off the car would one day lead to an arrest. I was a hopeful college freshman worried for the family I'd left behind in the same place. Now at 24 I can see the pictures of the car of the blood of my mom's injuries and not completely break down. I can think back on that day and not resent everything that failed me for my neighbors to my relatives to the staff at school, which completely valid feelings.

Like, it at such a young age to feel like no one heard you, no one was listening, that's really, really hard. Now at 24, I accept that cases just go cold and if the stars align someday, I can see justice, but it's best not to dwell on it. I can appreciate life and consider myself lucky after I survived on Sino Avenue. Thank you Peyton and Garrett for all the work you put into the podcast. Your storytelling and empathy is captivating and listening to these stories helps me cope with what happened to me. I didn't know if I should send in my story, but you guys are always so respectful and genuine

when telling other stories that I convinced myself to do so. If anyone should get to tell my story, I think it should be you, Payton. Much love to you both, and to Daisy sincerely, Carla. Thing. I just sucks that stuff has to happen, and I hope it doesn't happen. I mean, I know it happens to other people, but it's just... I don't want it to happen to anyone else. I was getting teared up because gosh, the stories that we tell on our podcast are so intense, right? Like they're murders. They're awful, awful things. And the worst of the worst. But even something like a carjacking gone wrong can affect someone until they're 24 years old.

Like that can stick with you. That can affect the way you see the world it can alter you. It just makes you realize that like trauma is so real and that these things are just so hard. Also the fact that this stuff happens every day. Every day this type of stuff is happening. Yeah. And it's it's it's it's weird to think of it. It's hard that other people hurt other people. Why? Like why are people hurting other people? I just and that she still has no idea. He's still not been caught. No, I am I'm sure that he's continued to do it is probably done at a bunch of times and yeah, that was just one of a million and it's just crazy. All right,

well, that was all the dear Daisy stories We have for this episode again. We hope you are loving these if you have any stories literally anything eerie creepy anything like that Please write them in we are going to continue doing this because I think you guys love them as well And we'll see you with another regular episode next time. I love it. I hate it. Goodbye.