This was originally published in Retrospect on October 12, 2019 under the prompt Hacked and Scammed. Although I have been hacked other times, it is still my favorite story of being hacked.
The screen froze. A red, pulsing light covered QuickBooks, accompanied by a loud, persistent beep. I froze in horror, as this old laptop contained all of my husband’s bookkeeping and our personal finances in Quicken. The only thing visible was a Windows logo and a trouble-shooting phone number. I know. I should never have called it. But perhaps if I share how I got here, you will not send me a new copy of Windows for Dummies.
A bit of background information may help to understand why I fell for this hack. Like most of my generation, I learned how to use a computer by using a computer. My first experience, on my son’s Apple IIc computer, should have prepared me for this moment. When my son turned thirteen back in 1984, we bought him a computer. I was both in awe of this machine and afraid of its presence in our home. It resided in the family room where I could keep a close eye on its influence on my son. It required a floppy disk to operate and emitted strange beeps and grinding sounds as greenish words flashed on the screen. My son adapted to it quickly. I watched from a distance, amazed by his mastery of this machine. Did I dare to try?
At the time, I had returned to graduate school to earn a Master’s degree in early childhood education. That meant I had to write papers. For a hunt and peck typist prone to spelling errors, that meant a lot of white-out and retyping. After closely observing my son, sometime in early 1985 I decided to use the computer to write my Master’s thesis. Wow. This was great. I got up every morning at 5:00 a.m. to work on it before my son and his younger sisters got up for school. But when I decided to print out the paper (remember those printers that used fan-folded paper with holes on the sides?) disaster struck. My thesis had vanished.
Convinced it was in there somewhere, I packed up the computer and took it back to the local store where I had purchased it. This was the era before Apple Stores with Genius Bars, but surely the man who sold me this machine could find my thesis in there somewhere. I asked him to retrieve it from inside the computer. When the owner asked me for my backup floppy disk, I had no idea what he was talking about. What’s a backup?
I felt similarly befuddled when the hack occurred. I mostly use a Mac, so this old Windows laptop was strictly for financial records and business. I had learned how to use both Quicken and QuickBooks through trial and error at work, so setting up a simple system for my husband’s billing years ago was not that hard. But designing a new invoice proved to be above my pay grade. No problem, I assured my husband, I would call Intuit for help and work with a human being who would guide me through the process. It always worked well with Apple support for my Mac, so why not try it?
When I reached the Intuit call center for help, my tech support person was a man with a heavy accent. He read to me from what I assume was a script and seemed to have a minimal comprehension of my problem. Every time he put me on hold, rather than hearing music or silence, I heard a cacophony of other tech people on calls. Finally, he suggested a screen share. I had done this many times with Apple and the first step is to download a screen sharing app. Through it, the person helping me could see my screen and prompt me with helpful red arrows to fix the problem. But this time, the app wouldn’t open. After a few attempts, my screen lit up like a heavily decorated Christmas tree and I stupidly called the number for help.
I should have known when I heard what seemed to be a Russian accent on the other end of the call that the best action was to hang up. But I was desperate and he assured me he could help. Then he informed me that not just this computer but every electronic devise in my home from televisions to phones to tablets were compromised because my network had been hacked. He ran a “diagnostic” on my screen consisting of rapidly scrolling data to confirm the disaster and, because he was a nice guy, he offered to connect me with a company that could help. Yes, this was getting very pfishy.
I started to balk at his suggestion that I do this online and give him control of my computer because he was just so darn eager to be helpful. He said I could take every device in my home to one of three locations in Chicago. When I asked where these locations were, he offered an address in a remote and not very good neighborhood. When I asked what it would cost to fix my problem, he said, “Maybe $500, maybe $1,000 or more. Who knows?” My spidey sense was now tingling (finally) and I declined his offer of help. Then I did what I should have done to begin with. I turned off the computer.
As in my first encounter 34 years ago when my son’s computer ate my Master’s thesis and I had no idea what backups were, I felt really stupid once again. I wouldn’t let a burglar into my house but I had almost let one into my computer and given him access to lots of important financial information. Several lessons learned here:
- I’m not sure my original call for technical support went to a legitimate call center. I should have ended that call and tried the online help (although I much prefer dealing with a human being).
- I needed to add more security to my computer.
- Once I received assurance from the bank that nothing had been touched, I also needed to put more security measures in place there.
But this experience also confirmed my tried and true approach to all problems with technology. Turn it off and turn it back on. Nine times out of ten, the problem is mysteriously fixed.
Laurie LevyBoomer. Educator. Advocate. Eclectic topics: grandkids, special needs, values, aging, loss, & whatever. Author: Terribly Strange and Wonderfully Real.
Yes, Laurie…when all else fails, REBOOT! That can help so often. I’m afraid we are in computer malfunction situation right now – not a hacker taking over an old computer, just one so buggy or old that it isn’t working properly, so I am (for the first time ever) working on my husband’s, to which I am not accustomed. The main computer in the house is a desk top with a much bigger screen, but it is only working for a few minutes at a time these days, then needs to be restarted, will work again for a bit, then freeze up. Very frustrating. We’ve had bugs that locked up the screen and caused Safari to crash. I do wonder if the whole thing is just so buggy at this point that it can’t properly operate. But I feel your pain!
I had a similar situation with my previous Mac, Betsy. It was infected with malware and there are programs to help clean it out. I still had to replace it, which was a huge ordeal to transfer all of the data as well as a big expense. I used to have a great computer guy who was reasonable and knew what he was doing, but he moved away. I still haven’t found a good replacement. It’s so frustrating. I hope you get your main computer (which like mine is a desktop with a big screen) working again. Having a computer I am comfortable with is a huge deal for me, so I feel your pain as well.
Laurie, I love the way you write! You tell us about a problem we probably all have faced, and yet you make it sound exciting. So many great lines, like “perhaps if I share how I got here, you will not send me a new copy of Windows for Dummies.” And your spidey sense tingling. And almost letting a burglar into your computer. Then you neatly sum it all up with lessons learned. Perfect!
Thanks, Suzy. I felt particularly stupid to have fallen for this one, although my husband was with me and he would have gone father than I in fear that his records had been compromised. When I hung up on my “friend,” he was worried I had done the wrong thing. I’m sure the ultimate goal was to hold the computer ransom for money. It’s really cruel and should be illegal.
What a harrowing experience, Laurie, and I know well that horrid feeling when those messages appear or you get the swirling donut of doom or the blue screen of death!
Yes, Marian, this one was pretty upsetting, especially when I realized after the fact how fake it was from the start. I love your calling it the donut of doom. The blue screen of death is something I truly fear.
I especially like the baby boomer approach to this: “I was both in awe of this machine and afraid of its presence in our home” Future generations may read it and understand just how far we’ve come. But turnabout is fair play: Have you seen the youtube video where someone puts a rotary telephone in front of two teenage boys and they can’t figure out how to use it?
I especially like the baby boomer approach to this, Laurie: “I was both in awe of this machine and afraid of its presence in our home” Future generations may read it and understand just how far we’ve come. But turnabout is fair play: Have you seen the youtube video where someone puts a rotary telephone in front of two teenage boys and they can’t figure out how to use it?
I especially like the baby boomer approach to this, Laurie: “I was both in awe of this machine and afraid of its presence in our home.” Future generations may read it and understand just how far we’ve come. But turnabout is fair play: Have you seen the youtube video where someone puts a rotary telephone in front of two teenage boys and they can’t figure out how to use it?
Yes, I’ve seen that video. Also, my grandkids don’t get how to talk into a landline phone unless I put it on speaker. Otherwise, they hold it in front of them to talk and are surprised that they can’t hear anything.
That’s hilarious!
Laurie, I see we baby-boomers are all in the same leaky boat when it comes to technology!
But now that we know not to trust those telephone scammers, it’s a good thing most of us are retired and can spend our free afternoons at the Apple Store!
Ha! The Apple Store is usually pretty good but the one near me is always crowded and very loud. I think they pity me as a woman of a certain age and usually find a stool where I can wait. Then someone not much older than my grandkids helps me. But at least they know their stuff. I’ve had really good luck with their phone support where I kid myself that they think I’m much younger and know my stuff.
Yes, the median age of those Apple Store techs looks about 12!
But indeed they know their stuff, they grew up with it and it’s second nature!