Hello campers, grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire.

Wear your camp counselors, I'm Katie, and I'm Whitney.

And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction, or roasting

murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

Serial killer Israel keys once said, everything's free if you take it.

Bit of an oversimplification, of course, doesn't take into account the potential fallout

of that philosophy, but of course if you're Israel, you couldn't care less about that.

What you care about is what you can grab today.

If you're gonna worry about consequences at all, you can worry about them tomorrow.

Most of us don't tend to see these people coming.

We think, surely nobody would lie about that, or nobody would do something that insane,

right?

So a lot of the time when we come across an audacious con, we ignore our little inner alarm

system, that little voice in the back of our minds that's frantically waving its arms

trying to get our attention.

Poor little thing.

That little guy was no match for the specimen in today's story.

This is the millionaire that wasn't, the tale of the lottery liar.

So campers, for this one we're in dear old blighty, by which I mean England, donkaster

and southeorxure specifically.

Home of puddings that aren't puddings and little yippie dogs and a chap by the name of

Howard Wombsley.

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