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Romance Scam Diary ( 86 % likelihood, Accra, Ghana ) by Brigitte Schmid.

This is the true story, from her own diary. Read it, and then warn your friends!

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Can I help you?

Ian looked at the grey building in front of him. Recessed from the rest of the street and just a few minutes walk from some of Edinburgh’s most notorious strip clubs, this didn’t feel to Ian how a Catholic church should look. It seemed almost unassuming, hidden even from the rest of the world.9780957243293A sudden sense of caution came over Ian as he approached the main doors. How would they react when he told them what he had seen? Would they even believe him? He wondered if he should tell them about Nathalie and Angela and about their return trips to the Gates if they didn’t.
As he stepped through the doors, the church seemed to open up and grow, as if he had stepped into a grand cathedral, not just some dull unassuming building on a side street. Wooden pews stretched to the altar at the far end and large murals, taller than a person, ringed the room, depicting the Stations of the Cross. A plaque by the door told the story of their restoration and Ian smiled and thought of Angela when he read that the paintings were originally by a Bavarian artist over a century ago.
He took a seat near the back of the church. The pews were mostly empty, but there was the occasional person sitting by themselves nearer the altar. He looked at the pulpit on the left, which was empty. He felt awkward, even clumsy as he sat there, not sure of what to do now, or where to go.
“Can I help you?” asked a voice from behind him that seemed to hauntingly echo the tone of the angels. Ian turned round and he saw what he assumed was a priest, a man with a strangely friendly face and dressed in clerical clothing. Ian stood up to greet him.

Excerpt from Promoted Beyond Glory: Afterlife by Stuart Pitsligo

Messages with poems

Every day, morning and night, he sent me messages with poems, with declarations of love, which I thought at the beginning as unrealistic, since we didn’t know each other personally and we should get to know each other in person before we can speak of love.Cover-frontBut his messages were so beautiful and he had started calling me “Honey”, as I now was his true love, and I was looking forward more and more every day to his messages. On Nov. 06, I set up a Skype account so we could chat directly. On that day he told me he wanted to live with me, his daughter Petra and my son together in Munich.

I should buy a house for this. I refused to buy a house, since I didn’t had the money. He told me that he could send me some money and I should look for a 4-bedroom-house. I told him, we could do this together after his arrival here. And that evening I told him that I love him, what has made him probably very happy (haha). At that time I was already very much in love with him and so worried that nothing would happen to him in this terrible country. I couldn’t eat anymore, could only think about him the whole time and I was only waiting for my chats with him on Skype.

Even dancing, my hobby wasn’t fun for me anymore, as I could only think of him. Of course, we still exchanged mails every day. He always sent me wonderful love poems that would easily win the heart of every woman.

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This is the true story from Brigitte’s own diary.

"Time for me to die…"

“Time for me to die,” Angela responded with a smile. Nathalie kissed her forehead and placed the mask over her face. Nathalie and Ian both took one of Angela’s hands in theirs as Nathalie began a short countdown.
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“I’m dropping you in five…four…three…two…one…” Nathalie hit the button to release the board and as it slid into the vat she felt a sickening twist in her stomach at Angela’s scream of pain as the freezing water consumed her. She looked at Ian who had himself turned pale, shaking and sweating with the same fear as she was. She grabbed his hand and held it tightly, fighting to control her stomach and even her bladder as the screams of pain from Angela slowly began to subside.

Angela’s eyes snapped open the moment she felt awake again. Immediately she felt a sensation resembling bliss, of floating freely in utter peace, but it quickly turned to a pang of elation when she realised she was enshrouded by a familiar haze, and that they had been successful. But the elation quickly gave way to a sense of urgency about her planned experiments and she leapt to her feet and looked around her. It was just like the last time, with people emerging from the haze to be greeted by pairs of angels in white robes. Her two angels approached her, smiling the same bland smile worn by all the angels.

“Hello Angela,” the first one said. Angela ignored him, she was already focusing on the experiments they had discussed. She reached down to her arm to pinch it, but before she could do that she realised something unexpected.
“Oh, I’m naked,” she said. The angels thought she was talking to them.

Excerpt from Promoted Beyond Glory: Afterlife by Stuart Pitsligo

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Gerade habe ich die größte Enttäuschung erleben müssen. M. kam online, wir haben mit Webcam gechattet. Auf der Cam hat er nur sehr wenig Ähnlichkeit mit seinem schönen Bild. Entweder ist das schon vor 10 Jahren gemacht worden, oder er ist einfach nur fotogen und die Wirklichkeit kann nicht mithalten. Wenn er gelächelt hat, war schon Ähnlichkeit mit seinem Bild vorhanden, aber er sah irgendwie komisch aus.

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Oh, I'm naked…

Angela responded with a smile. Nathalie kissed her forehead and placed the mask over her face. Nathalie and Ian both took one of Angela’s hands in theirs as Nathalie began a short countdown.

“I’m dropping you in five…four…three…two…one…” Nathalie hit the button to release the board and as it slid into the vat 9780957243293she felt a sickening twist in her stomach at Angela’s scream of pain as the freezing water consumed her. She looked at Ian who had himself turned pale, shaking and sweating with the same fear as she was. She grabbed his hand and held it tightly, fighting to control her stomach and even her bladder as the screams of pain from Angela slowly began to subside.

Angela’s eyes snapped open the moment she felt awake again. Immediately she felt a sensation resembling bliss, of floating freely in utter peace, but it quickly turned to a pang of elation when she realised she was enshrouded by a familiar haze, and that they had been successful. But the elation quickly gave way to a sense of urgency about her planned experiments and she leapt to her feet and looked around her. It was just like the last time, with people emerging from the haze to be greeted by pairs of angels in white robes. Her two angels approached her, smiling the same bland smile worn by all the angels.

“Hello Angela,” the first one said. Angela ignored him, she was already focusing on the experiments they had discussed. She reached down to her arm to pinch it, but before she could do that she realised something unexpected.
“Oh, I’m naked,” she said.

Extract from Afterlife available from Amazon and all good book retailers.

The police from Ghana called…

Brigitte describes her Romance Scam experience:

Tonight again the “police from Ghana” called, but apparently the link didn’t work. They sent me a mail that, due to his high rank, Phillip M. was released from custody and as the documents are issued on my name, I would have to handle the situation, otherwise I would be arrested. I have then (he was of course online) sent an email to Phillip M. and informed him that I expect his immediate reply. He replied actually. We talked on Skype then. He has informed me, that according to the “authorities in Ghana”; I would have to pay 11000 USD to get the money out of the box. He told me he had taken the jewels out of the box and the money would now be on the bank and when I would send the 11000 USD, the whole money would be refunded to me. Then he gave me a strange link that would be the website of the Bank. I have not clicked on that, of course, probably would have been some virus to spy on my PC. Man, I wish I could wring his neck, this son of a bitch. I told him to send me the jewels in the meantime. He said their worth was around 4500 Euros. He didn’t want to send them but “bring them with him”.

An extract from her true-life diary.

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“What a truly awful story of the callous nature of greed preying on a lonely, naive and love-lorn, woman. Brigitte describes her own embarassment at falling for these criminal tricksters seemingly obvious ploys. It’s clear that many women make the same mistake, so the scammers have caught on to a niche market here.”