LINDA WALLFAN JOHNSON

After “seeding” a couple of guest books with an alias email address, the mugumail literally came pouring in. (I have since learnt that yahoo was not a good choice, and I should have used an email server that does not disclose my IP address such as gmail or fastmail)

"Linda's" email wasn’t the first cab off the rank so to speak, but for some reason I just chose to go ahead with this one. It may have been becauset most 419 scammers are men, and this one was claiming to be a woman. If she really was a he, then she would have some squirming and explaining to do when we got around to the trophy pic, or the “token of trust” as I call it.

Note that in some cases I will display the email with headers, so if you are so inclined, you can see for yourself the IP address’s.

Text Key:

Blue Text Colour: Authors comments

Red Text Colour: The Mugu

Green Text Colour: The Baiter

Orange Text Colour: The Baiter’s Personal Assistant

Fuchsia Text Colour: The Baiter pretending to be a fellow scammer

Cast of Characters:

Mrs Linda Wallfan Johnson, The SCAMMER

Master Richard Johnson, The SCAMMER’S “Son” (Probably the scammer himself)

Lady Mia Greatlay, British Aristocracy, and the Scammer’s intended victim

Mr Johnathon Wad, Lady Greatlay’s boozing womanising personnel assistant

Crystal Security, The Scammers so called security company that has the box of cash.

Linda2, Myself pretending to be a fellow scammer attempting to take over the scam from Linda

Here is “Linda's” first email:

Mrs. Linda Wallfan Johnson
22/4B HIGH STREET
Accra-Ghana
E-mail- [email protected]

Good Day,

 I got your contact address on my desperate search for partnership investments overseas. By introduction I am Mrs. Linda Wallfan Johnson from Sierra leon. I was newly married to Mr. Johnson Phillip. My husband was a serving director of the Cocoa exporting board until his death . He was assassinated by the rebels following the political uprising in my country.I escape from my country with my kid by  the help of my father in-law who is also killed by the rebels later after my running away from the country. Right now I am a widow with one kids here with me in Accra-Ghana.

Before the  death of my husband he told me that he  deposited a consignment here in Accra-Ghana in a security company,and that he is having in the box the tune of $6.3million US dollars .He did not let the company know the containt of the box  he told the security company the box contains family effect, I want you to do me a favour to assist me to claim this box from here to a safe place  in your country or any safer place as the beneficiary.

I have plans to do investment in your country,like real estate and industrial production.please Iam writing with heart felt condition because of how I lost my beloved husband.20% of the total sum will be offered to you for your assistance, while 10% will be set aside for any expenses that might arise during the transfer.God will reward you as you going to help me out of this predicament .I have documents to make claim to this consignment if you are willing to help me I will send you copies of it and my pics as a proof.I will like to hear from you soonest for more details.God be with you and protect you.

Thanks and best regard,

Mrs. Linda Wallfan Johnson

Well, 20% of $6.3million US dollars sounds pretty good money, so I better reply.

Enter Lady Mia Greatlay ESQ, distant descendant to the UK throne.

Short and sweet. Its better to keep the first reply short, as they dont really seem to read it, except to see if they have a target, or a "maga" as they call the intended victim.

My dearest Linda,

I was very touched by your tragic situation, I have been so upset I havent stopped crying for you for ten parsecs. I feel for you so because I to lost my husband in tragic cicumstances. He was killed with my mother and father, God bless their souls and may they rest in peace, in a motor vehicle accident. I to suffered hideous injuries, but thats enough about me. How can I be of assistance to you? God be with you and protect you.

Lady Mia Greatlay.

I wonder if my new pet knows what a parsec is? One thing that seems common with these lads is their love for expressing their thanks and trust in God etc, so I always try to add a little God bless etc to make them feel that I am a nice trustworthy Christian. After all Christians dont lie do they?

My dear Mia,

Thank you very much for your urgent reply to my mail. I am sorry for making you remember about your sad side of story like me. I hope you will not be offended. Sometimes I ask God why must this happen to us like this. I am newly maaried to me late hushand, I have not even enjoy my marrage with him before they planed and kill him out of the way. But I know God knows the best that happens in our life. I can believe that I can stay in this such condition I am seeing myself today with my kid.

We just came in here one month now and still in the refuges camp here planing to leave the camp to the town of Ghana as soon as we get some one whom we can trust in transcating this with. You sounded so trusty and I think I will like to know more about you and your business. The conginment is here with the security company.What want you to do is to apply and stand as our foriegn partner of my late husband so that the consignment will be change in your name a the beneficary of the box and we can claim it out from the company.I have with me the deposit caterficate which the company issue my husband on the day of deposting the box with them. 

I don't know your present postion noe because you will need to come over and meet us eye to eye and we go direct and proceed with the company here.Please God will be with you if you can find it in your mind to help us.I need to hear from you with your full contact so as to give you more details and more proof to what I am telling you now. 

God bless and be with you. 

Mrs.Linda

It appears in her haste she forgot to click on the spell checker! And it must be a good “refuges camp” that has internet access! What on earth is a "conginment"? So she chose me because I "sounded so trusty", she is in for a disappointing time. She wants me to travel and meet her “eye to eye” Like Hell!

So Mia replies, sweet as pie as usual, but very long winded. Lets see if reads it all.

My Dearest Linda,

I hope you are not suffering due to your internment in that awful camp. We need to sort this mess out and get you possession of your husband's personnel effects as soon as practically possible.

You asked for some information on me. Okay, but telling you is not a pleasant experience for me, but I feel I must do everything humanly possible to release you from this terrible plight.

I am an Englishwoman of aristocracy bloodlines that go back to King Henry The Eigth. I live in my late father's all to big cold and awfully dreary Barnsworth Manor, which overlooks the township of Macclesfield.

It is a cold and awfully dreary house, and costs a small countries national deficit to heat in winter, but my dying father's last words to me was to look after the manor, so here I am until I meet my maker and join my husband and parents. God Bless them.

Two years ago I lost my beloved husband and my parents in an awful car crash. I to was hurt, and lost my layrnx in a botched operation by that incompetent DR Sparrow. This hurts so much to tell you this, it drags back awful memories that I would rather forget. Since losing my Larynx I am unable to speak, I tried using an electronic voice box, but I sounded like a Bruce Springsteen harmonica. I now only communicate with sign language, my laptop, or my personnel takemydictaphone. You see, I cant stand to hear people speaking, it pains me because of my disability and I hate them for it. So hence I only read text and sign language. The Takemydictaphone is a marvelous contraption, it takes peoples dictation, either orally or from the keyboard, and converts it to text for me to read. I usually get my P.A to pass a dozen or so takemydictaphones out to people and I retreat to another room, so I dont have to hear their horrible voices. If I want to communicate with someone who doesnt know sign language, I simply type in my message and it appears on their display, or if they prefer to hear my message in a awful robotic voice, it will convert my text to speech.

There are no phones, TVs or wireless sets in my home. All speaking is strictly forbidden in my presence or when I am home. Therefore, all my staff must know sign language to work for me. Last year I had one of my maids flayed and soddomised with a 30mm cannon projectile for daring to speak in my presence, but the dirty little cow enjoyed it! She is no longer in my employ, and it has set an example to the rest of my staff. Hence, if you need to contact me, only use email, or fax or speak to my personnel assistant Mr Johnathon Wad. His number is XXXXXXXXX. His email address is john_wad@XXXXXXXXX. His phone is a combination fax/phone, so either can be used. He is to be completely trusted, as he is the result of my late uncle sowing his wild oats with the kitchen maids, hence he is almost Barnsworth blood. (He is also hung like a donkey, according to one of my silly maids emails that she left on my laptop).

I will instruct him to contact you if I am not available. I often retreat to my love shack in Paris, my lover kindly picks me up in his personal helicopter, an ex military blackhawk, so there is plenty of space in the back for a quickie on the way to France. As he is a married man and is a very high official in Mr Blair's parliment, we have to be very discreet and usually we are not contactable, not even by email, because he is a randy bastard and likes to tie me up, in more ways than one.

Attached is my picture and a dreadfully boring picture of my quaint but dreary home.

May God be with you and protect you.

Mia

So there you have it. Lady Greatlay is gorgeous, very rich, so therefore has lots of money to scam. She lives in a big house, but she has no voice box (I did this to prevent my pet from phoning and finding out that I am actually not female lol) Unfortunately through this whole bait, the mugu did not once comment about the sexual perversions and cruelty of Lady Greatlay, and as you will see later, of the sexual pursuits of her personnal assistant, Mr Johnny Wad. The "love shack" in Paris gives an excuse for Lady Greatlay not to answer the endless mugumail on the weekends. More time to plot and plan the trap.