Any Idea How To Hack A Email Account ?

[DPlover]

Just wanna know , is there any software to do it ??

[britmaveric]

key stroke software would be the preferred method, plenty of it about to purchase. Mind you only works on those who are unsavvy with the puter.

[davethailand]

you're not trying to hack a bg's e mail account are you.

[britmaveric]

Mind you a mate of mine hacked his gfs email accounts. (some reason he doesn't trust her)

[elsie]

Your mate is not based in Tokyo, is he?

[britmaveric]

LovelyCutey...nah the one I mentioned is based in America. Silly <deleted> at times who can't realize what sort of relationship he is in.

BTW have someone in Tokyo love?

[elsie]

Not really, my dear. Just a friend.

[Bluecat]

Your mate is not based in Tokyo, is he?   

Not really, my dear. Just a friend. 

Friends, friends, friends. Come and go,...

[Drewcifer]

BC,

The answer to that would be, it depends on the email account. You would need to tailor the attack to the type of mail server you are interested in.

On the other hand, if you just want to send (not recieve) email as another person, thats called spoofing and isnt that hard at all (but a very savy person can detect a spoof)..

[elsie]

Yeah, that's what my friends do, BC

[Bluecat]

Yeah, that's what my friends do, BC

Choice is yours, isn't it?

[elsie]

Indeed, BC. Either shut up and live with it, or find a new friend.

[Bluecat]

Either shut up and live with it, or find a new friend.

With a nice Peepermint breath.

Working on it,...

[DPlover]

Out of topic again ........ This topic is how to hack a email account ........ and not how to hack a BG email account, i am a gal anyway dun have any Bb email account for me to hack now.

[Drewcifer]

lol..

well I guess the answer to your question is, probably not. I doubt you will find anything that will just hack an account for you by pushing a button or something..

If you did, I'd love to see it.. if it works, it would be one slick piece of code.

[elsie]

key stroke software would be the preferred method, plenty of it about to purchase. Mind you only works on those who are unsavvy with the puter.

The only suggestion so far is using a spy ware. Just checked their website myself. Lots of stuff there.

Personally, I don't think it'll be easy with people who are savvy with the computer. I've kind of tried on one too.. without any success.

[jayrockwell]

I saw a nice keylogger that inserts itself into an emailed greeting card, i.e. Love You, Happy Christmas, Happy Easter, whatever, ideal for the girlfriend! It plays them a greeting and a song and installs a keylogger in their system, which then emails you their keystokes/screen captures daily.

Voila, you own them!

J

[MadFrankie]

if yer plannin on doing it remotely a http trojans the best way..

simply send a link to the victim and bobs yer uncle

laters

[francois]

hi'

is it an hotmail account?

some easy ways, simple, efficient and takes only a few minutes

francois

[tuky]

My Mate did it to me 4 or 5 years ago using Back Orifice, he then had total control of my system and kept sending me these prompt boxes that would only let me carrying if I clicked the button. It was quite amusing, he would send me a prompt box with text along the lines of "Click YES if your a <deleted>" I had no choice to click YES otherwise I was stuck. It took him a while to get past my anti virus but he eventually did it.

[fatter than harry]

Classic!

Put me in mind of this article (which I can't link to because there's some swearing in the url):

The Phone Saga

by John Cheese

It was my day off, and I had postponed my update until the morning so I could get some actual sleep for a change. It wasn't much in the way of comedy, but it did contain vaccine formulas for seventy-six diseases, which until that point had been considered incurable. Yeah, I know I should keep this site on a theme of "funny," but d@mn it, I had worked hard on those cures, and I wanted to show them off. Anyway, I figured if I was going to make that article any funnier, I had better sleep on it and come back to it when I was less groggy.

I woke up around eight in the morning, and went through my usual routine of breakfast (cold pizza and warm beer), shower (washing my balls in the sink), hit-list, and buttering myself from the waist down so I could fit into my tight, leather pants. Once I was whole again, I sat down at the computer and double clicked my dial-up connection. It read "dialing" a bit longer than usual, and a frown slowly spread across my face like a. . . something that spreads really slow. . . across faces. . . marking displeasure or frustration. Except not like that at all. In fact, now that I think about it, the frown didn't really "spread" as much as it just kind of appeared there. At least, I'm guessing. Because without a mirror, you can't see your own face. But that's how I imagined it would look. For the sake of argument, let's just say that I was staring blankly at the screen, not really noticing that it hadn't connected yet, but rather wondering if I should've gone to the bathroom before buttoning those pants. And then kind of skipping over to the thought of how funny it would look if my wife didn't have any eyebrows. I giggled a little and got up to go get a razor.

But before I could even leave the living room, the Windows warning beep shattered the morning silence. I hate that warning beep. It's never a good sign. . . well, that and with my "John Cheese" theme installed, instead of beeping, it screams "she loves my COCK!!" Ever had your entire family woken up from someone shouting the word "cock?" My family wakes up that way every morning. And it's never a pretty sight. My wife burst into the room screaming something about turning down the speakers on my computer, but I just told her to shut her stupid little face and threw a beer bottle at her, and she shut right the he11 up. Turning back to my screen, I read the error message.

Windows cannot establish a dialup connection because it is gay. We'd love to fix the problem, but we're so f#cking stupid, we can't even begin to fathom complex ideas like squancho, let alone dialup connections, so I guess you're just screwed. Check your f#cking password and try again. Homo.

I kind of changed that, too. But I did as it said and retyped my password and tried to connect again. Thirty seconds went by, and the warning reappeared. She loves my COCK!! Again, my wife stormed into the room, and yelled at me to turn it down. I didn't have an empty beer bottle this time, so I just spit on her and scowled. With an angry sigh, she slammed the bedroom door and left me to my work. I turned back to the screen.

"Check your password," I thought. "That's odd. I know I typed it right." But just to make sure, I typed it again. Thirty seconds later: She loves my COCK!! The bedroom door shot open and Carrie stormed into the room like a woman possessed. Something hard slammed into the side of my jaw, and I slumped to the floor. Vision blurred, and thoughts jumbled, I glanced up in time to see her hand edging toward the volume button on my speakers. With one, swift motion, I pulled my butterfly knife from my pocket and jammed it into her palm, pinning her hand to the table. She buckled under the pain, and screaming, fell onto the keyboard, mashing down random keys that once again brought up the error button. She loves my COCK!!

"AHHH!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! I HATE YOU!!!"

"Yeah, you weren't hating me two months ago when I was feeding your cocaine habit, were you?"

"I DON'T DO COCAINE, YOU DUMBASS!!! YOU JUST BOUGHT IT BECAUSE IT MADE YOU FEEL LIKE A ROCK STAR!!"

"The first sign is denial, baby."

With that, I pulled the knife out of her hand and gave her the keys to the car.

"Go get that stitched up. I don't want company coming over thinking I'm abusing you."

"You are one sick bastard, you know that?"

"Whatever. Take the boys with you. I'm trying to write and article here, and I don't want to put up with having to feed them and stuff."

"I hate you."

"Yeah, but you love my COCK!!"

After that, she was only too eager to leave. Well, that and the fact that if she didn't, she could very well die from blood loss. For the next four hours, I continually tried my dialup connection to no avail.

.....

Part 2: The Discovery

Carrie stumbled through the door around noon, her hand hanging limp at her side. Jason yelled "BALL" at me and sprinted to his bedroom as Meanrock Destructotron crawled haphazardly after him. My wife gazed around the room in a half-stupor as I double-clicked my dialup connection.

"You're drunk again, aren't you," I asked.

"It's pain medication, you moron. You stabbed my freakin' hand. I drink about as often as you don't."

"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that."

She loves my COCK!!

"Are you still trying that? Have you ever considered the fact that the phone lines might be down?"

I stared at my wife the way a dictator would stare at a peasant who just suggested he might not be running the country in the best of the nation's interest. For a long while, we both said nothing. The only sound in the room came from the incessant ticking of the clock, which only mocked the situation with its tireless record-keeping of the tension between us. Still glaring at my wife, I double-clicked the dialup again.

She loves my COCK!!

"This can't be right," I told her. "I've checked my password at least two thousand times, and it still keeps telling me to check it again. Maybe I should call Bill gates and see what the problem is."

"Yeah, why don't you do that. Then, when you find out the phone is shut off again, maybe you'll stop being retarded and give that thing a rest."

"Then again, maybe I'll just have to find a new hobby. Like beating your ass."

I picked up the phone and dialed information. Nothing. And just like that, my world collapsed. For a long while, I just sat there, staring dazedly at the screen which used to bring me so much joy. . . phone still pressed against my ear. My heart raced, and my bottom lip trembled as I tried to piece together the chaos which littered my thoughts. What would I do? How did this happen? Why did God hate me so much? Who would I call gay without Gale around? Where was I going to find free porn without having to leave the house?

Carrie stood her ground, smug and solid, awaiting the opportunity to slip in a good "I told you so." I could feel her staring at me, her gaze pressed into the back of my neck with an eerie pressure that sent a shiver up my spine. Thinking quickly, I spoke into the phone.

"Uh, yes. Operator person? I need the number for Bill Gates. . . . yes? OK, thank you."

I immediately hung up and dialed a random number. Using my cunning phone knowledge, I deduced that I would have to wait a couple of seconds to simulate ringing, and just as Carrie began to jump in with a smartass comment, I spoke.

"John, you know--"

"Hello! Mr. Gates? Yes, this is John Cheese. My computer is acting strange. When I try to connect to the internet, it screams she loves my COCK!! and then tells me to check my password. What's the deal? Yes. . . Oh, OK. Yes, I understand. Thank you for your help."

I hung up and crossed my arms as Carrie started her gloating.

"Wow," she spat out in sarcasm. "I can't believe you got through to Bill Gates so easily. Since when did he become a computer repair man?"

"Since he invented the computer, smartass. And for your information, the reason I'm not able to connect to the internet is because a hacker got into my computer and erased the part of it that lets it dial. So what Bill Gates did for us is, just for a safety precaution, he shut our phone off right after that call so a hacker can't mess with us anymore until we pay our next phone bill."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Why can't you just admit that you faked that call and our phone is already shut off?"

"Because it wasn't! I'm not going to sit here and bold-faced lie to you and tell you our phone was shut off when it wasn't. Bill Gates shut it off to protect us, and you should be more thankful to him for it, you selfish harlot."

"And what happens when they turn it back on? I suppose Hitler will personally oversee our internet account to keep out the evil hackers."

I glared at my wife until she finally just gave up and left the room.

"He still has my belt," I yelled after her.

"No, he doesn't, John. Your belt-- just forget it."

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For part 3 and more John Cheese go here: http://www.pointlesswasteoftime.com/johncheese/index3.html

[think_too_mut]

I saw a nice keylogger that inserts itself into an emailed greeting card, i.e. Love You, Happy Christmas, Happy Easter, whatever, ideal for the girlfriend! It plays them a greeting and a song and installs a keylogger in their system, which then emails you their keystokes/screen captures daily.

That's what commercial keyloggers do. There are many configurable parameters in them and, unless you know the system for which to prepare and send the "pack", you can't do much or it may be easily detectable or wait on some parameter...

Cafee staff may sweep their systems and clean up the logger before something meaningful is captured. The most you can see then is what she did in the session after yours but she may well quit and somebody else gets to sit at the system. And then, she may go to another cafee another day...greeting again?

Don't know about unpublished hacking tools.

There was a post on another board about a (Canadian?) guy who disappeared in Thai for long time and his family got gravely worried. Somehow, they found out that he's been logging into his hotmail account. Engaged a lawyer and all but he could not perusede the court to order Microsoft to reveal the acount password or say anything about the traffic through the account.

If they had paid a lawyer, they would have come accross some hacker for much less money...?

[DPlover]

yeah a hotmail or yahoo account ............ just a discussion .

[britmaveric]

LovelyCutie...mate w/benefits???

[elsie]

LovelyCutie...mate w/benefits???

Sort of..

[britmaveric]

LovelyCutie....Ahh been there before- sounds like maybe you want a little more?

[elsie]

You are a psychic or what? Yeah, I do. Still trying to hack his account though. Got a feeling he's hacked mine.. Hope I'm wrong.

PS. I should be more careful around here. He knows I've been on this forum.

[britmaveric]

LovelyCutie...who knows you could be chatting to him right now????

[elsie]

HOPE NOT!!

[britmaveric]

LovelyCutie- only winding! I do have to say hacking one another's email accounts isn't a hopeful sign of a lasting relationship.