Scribblings of a Scammer

By Anne Dover

Who are these scammers and what's their real purpose?
Apart from ruining your life and leaving you broke.
They aren't after love, it's your money they want because they are funding something that all the world hates.

We write them off as stupid Nigerian scammers.
Yes, read their antics it will give you a good laugh!

But there's a very real sinister side to them.
Best not to engage with them at all.

They do the same tricks as I.S.I.S, it's not radicalising you, it's simply
accessing your brain through the use of Voodoo

But the voodoo is real and the world needs to stop them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anne Dover
• Release date: Nov 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370003334

Anne Dover

Anne Dover is a non de plume for an already established best selling author in another genre.

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Scribblings

of

a

Scammer

By

Anne Dover

Copyright © Ooky Spooky Publications 2017

Cover Copyright © 2017 Ooky Spooky Publications

All rights reserved.

The author has asserted her moral and legal right to be recognised as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organisations or persons is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the Author. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author.

The email segments of this book are based on true events, but to protect identities this book has been released as fiction.

This is the second book in a Trilogy.

Scribblings of a Writer

Scribblings of a Scammer

The Keeper of Secrets

A note from the Author

Because of the nature of the subject I've been working on, these books have been released as fiction but they are all based around true real life events.

The scammer's ring is real and active.

I'd like to see the likes of Facebook bring in account verification really. The amount of men online who troll women is incredible and they try to hide behind being anonymous.

Technology didn't really advance us that well. Gave rise to Trolls and Scammers and other predators who think they are safe because they are behind a computer.

I have left the scammer's writing the way he wrote, as this does help identify them from each other. They all have a quirk on how they type and if you can get them - you need as much evidence as you can compile on them.

Dedication

For my girls who mean the world to me and in memory of my Mum.

Contents

Chapter 1

Song

Chapter 2

The Coast saga

Chapter 3

The New Yorkers

Chapter 4

The General

Chapter 5

The Box

Chapter 6

The Diplomat

Chapter 7

My Fiance really!

Chapter 8

Marry you, you must be mad!

Chapter 9

The Hex

Chapter 10

Earthquakes and Money

Chapter 11

The Marriage Licence

Chapter 12

The Bank Account

Chapter 13

Who's spying on who?

Chapter 1

Song.....

Predator From Hell

Don’t presume you know me……don’t ever do that!

G C G

I’ll never let you see me…….you’ll never get that

C D G

The damage was done before you----, you can believe that.

C G

You waltzed into my life and sent it spiralling in all directions

C D

Sending me, slamming me, in the end....straight into a wall

D G

Did you think it was funny, a laugh or just some fun?

C D G

Twisting and wrenching with my emotions, as if you had none

D G

Not caring for a moment, (this was) just some sort of fun?

G

Did you know what had been before you.....did you consider that?

C G

That people have feelings..... and that’s the facts

G D

Don't ever twist or pull at someone's heartstrings - they're bound to react

G

You bowled in on a breeze…created a thunderstorm then left

C D

Leaving the pain, hurt and anger and someone else to mop the mess

C

The damage you had caused was very, very real

C D

In somebodies little slice of the world

G

(Disaster and) devastation in your wake

D G

(and) a person left in pieces (This had all been such) a very big mistake

C G

Give me time and some healing, let me ponder and consider

D G

While I try and rebuild my shattered little world

C G

(Break)

So, try to understand that compassion is a must

G

Some things are hard to let go of...patience is a must

C G

Then maybe I'll let you see me, just a little bit by bit

C D G

But don't presume you know me, don't ever do that

D G

-----Oh no------- don't ever do that

D G

Chapter 2

The Coast Saga

Missy frowned, she had been searching and searching through all the old writing. Perhaps a visit to the old aunt's house might turn up something like a damn computer or something that would help her quest. She knew where the key was hidden and thought it was worth a look so without a second thought she ventured forth and arrived at the old homestead before it got dark. The key was hidden under a rock in the garden by the front door, luckily it hadn’t been shifted.

She had brought a torch and weaved her way through to the study. The wall was lined with bookshelves that went from floor to ceiling. A great oak rolled top desk sat in one corner of the room. It looked like the old originals but it had been redesigned to accommodate a computer. She tried to open it but it was locked.

The old ladies house, she knew had been on lockdown since she had passed away. No one was allowed near it and nothing had been touched. Where would she have hidden the key? Think she said to herself. She glanced around the desk, atop of it was a small pile of what looked like books. It was in fact a wooden box disguised as books she grabbed it and peered inside. Business cards, she rifled through them and right at the back was a USB drive and a small key. She grabbed the key and shoved it into the hole applied pressure and it turned. Her heart lurched with anticipation.

Within seconds she had the top open and here before her were two laptops sitting on top of each other. A notebook sat tucked off to the side. Excitedly she grabbed them and quickly locked the desk again, pocketed the USB drive and put the key back into its box.

She fumbled in her bag and brought out her laptop and plugged the drive into it, it was much the same as before, except this time there were files with the books names. She flicked from file to file anxiously. One by one she opened them.

When Wolves Stroll in…

By Anne Dover

Copyright © Anne Dover 2011

Cover Copyright ©2011 by Anne Dover

All rights reserved.

The author has asserted her moral and legal right to be recognised as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organisations or persons is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author.

The email segments of this book are based on true events, but to protect identities this book has been released as fiction.

This is the first book in a Trilogy.

When Wolves Stroll in

Silent Screams

The Keeper of Secrets

Missy frowned, that was all that was in file! Exasperated she went to the next file.

Silent Screams!

By Anne Dover

Copyright © Anne Dover 2011

Cover Copyright ©2011 by Anne Dover

All rights reserved.

The author has asserted her moral and legal right to be recognised as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organisations or persons is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author.

The email segments of this book are based on true events, but to protect identities this book has been released as fiction.

This is the second book in a Trilogy.

When Wolves Stroll

Secret Screams

The Keeper of Secrets

The Keeper

Of Secrets!

By Anne Dover

Copyright © Anne Dover 2011

Cover Copyright © 2011 by Anne Dover

All rights reserved.

The author has asserted her moral and legal right to be recognised as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organisations or persons is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author.

The email segments of this book are based on true events, but to protect identities this book has been released as fiction.

This is the third book in a Trilogy.

When Wolves Stroll

Secret Screams

The Keeper of Secrets

Then onto the next...

This story needs to be told, firstly because I need to cement in my mind what a bastard the guy behind all this is and was. You see he is a chameleon, a classic conman and someone who lives by his wits. In his youth, he hung with the local gangs. When I arrived back from overseas I met him. He could never return to Truman’s Track his hometown. God knows what he had done, I never found out. I used to meet up with him and a girl I played hockey with on a Friday night to go hydro sliding. My boyfriend at the time was out drinking with his mates.

Eventually I dumped my boyfriend from lack of contact on his side and I had my conman hone in. He had a great sense of humour, was great fun to be with. He had not a care in the world, refreshing to be with after I had worked so hard for years. I was a great catch, I never realised just how good a catch I was, back from a three-year oversea posting in Bangkok. I had a house lot of furniture and a near new car in the driveway - all achieved by the age of twenty-three.

Therefore, a whirlwind romance started and within three months, we were engaged. Within six months we had bought our first home, a rumpty old cottage that needed desperate renovations. The guy who had owned it had died there. The real estate lady had only cleaned the blood off the walls the day before we viewed it. He had had haemorrhaged to death in the kitchen.

My first taste of things going wrong was when I was happily reading. I suddenly got roared at that I was rude and I had had my head in a book all weekend. I was onto the last three pages and anyone who reads knows how exciting that is, it’s like tearing someone away from the last five minutes of a movie!

A couple of days later something else flared him up. I can’t remember what but he systematically put his fist through every cupboard front in our kitchen and the water cylinder cupboard too. I had to quietly grin to myself when he did that one as he hurt himself and dented the old copper cylinder. Karma!

I went to work on the Monday and came home and had it out with him. I told him in no uncertain terms that if he ever tried such a stunt again he would be gone. When my Dad came around and silly me made up some excuse to cover for the sudden change on our cupboard fronts.

His debts rolled in about three months after we had bought our home. One was a $1500.00 toll bill that he and his flatmates had run up, same amount as the deposit for our home. His quip about his mother was 'the never, never account'. It seemed she bailed him out regularly. Run to Mummy was what he did when he hadn’t functioned well. When I had met him, he was living in a flat that his parents had bought and he shared it with his sister.

We got engaged quite quickly. He popped the question. 'He'll drive you nuts, a voice went off inside my head. That little thought was to haunt me in the years to come. He couldn’t afford a ring so again stupidly I lay my jewellery out on the bed and said, 'Which one.' I had a hoard of jewellery from my Saturday morning shopping sprees in Bangkok.

Life settled for a long-time. I think after living in Bangkok I was so pleased to have met someone who liked me. When I had lived there no one looked at a white girl. My days of partying whilst overseas had led to a fantastic youth. But I had also seen the very sleazy side to life at a young age.

His obsession with pornography was the next thing that reared its head. The holidays came and he wanted to get blue movies and make me sit and watch them with him. God, I had lived in Bangkok - seen so much of that sleazy rubbish in my lifetime I couldn’t be bothered. Slowly, he turned me off him bit by bit. The more he harped on about sex or got sleazy with regard to sex the more he drove me away. What happened to a loving caring relationship where making love was meant to be nice and not the latest scene out of a porn movie.

It was at the time I was about to leave that he had his accident. He was crushed by a forklift with massive head trauma and broken legs, neck and smashed shoulder. I had been told that if I ever left him I would pay - all his old girlfriends had paid and so would I. I would live to regret it. Now, I felt duty bound so I stayed. How could I leave someone who was in need of care? It's funny how one just slips into a passive existence, co-existing with someone who is now like a stranger to you. His personality changed totally. He had memory lapses, lost all short-term memory and his temper was worse than before. I was the workhorse so he didn’t want to upset me too much.

He was slowly sucking the life out of me. I couldn’t communicate my needs or wants any longer. I had a problem with my weight but I was so grossly unhappy with living with him. I didn’t realise that then, hindsight is a fabulous tool! I had to carry on being the workhorse.

He even talked me into buying an old VW. I loved them but having talked me into it, he then promptly took it off the road to rebuild it as the damn thing kept breaking down. So now, I was carless and he drove me everywhere. My Dad was onto him; he was quite put out that I seemed to be going backwards with having him in my life. My personal freedom was compromised. Financially we were getting ahead. By this stage, we were onto our second home. My financial prowess was onto that. I got the feeling I married a control freak and now a damaged one at that!

At one point, I think I was biking around town to three-part time jobs whilst he had the main car at home. He had started working again, from home. Designing conservatories for aluminium companies, as he didn't want to work with anyone. He spent most of his week just talking. I would arrive home exhausted for the weekend and he would want to go out.

We decided to have kids, I wanted them, he didn’t care either way. My body clock was ticking. I was now resigned to my lot and had no choice but to stay.

So, our first one was born and my complications followed. I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (M.S) about six months after the birth. I was sick now and could not return to work. We packed up and headed for the coast. Friends of ours had bought property and they wanted to subdivide, so off we went. When we got there, A.C.C told him he had to do the wood on our property. The 103 acres we were buying was covered in regrowth bush - perfect for a firewood business. I argued he would never handle it and I was right. Looking to the future I started to re-train as a childrens' storyteller and started a diploma, knowing it was not going to be an easy get rich scheme but a ten-year project.

The fun and games began when our new neighbours moved in and this is where the diary entries will fill you. Now do bear in mind I was