202-241-0450

Received a call and said they were IRS wanted me to have my husband call back. The name on the caller ID is Frank Hamilton.

Same here. Then they said "your loan has been approved"

Received a call from "IRS Headquarters in Washington DC". Total BS hahaha

A male with a vaguely Indian accent left this message on my voice mail:
"Hi, this is [???] Brown with the [Internal?] Revenue Service, the headquarters of [Washington DC?]. The reason to give you a call is to inform you that there has been a legal [???] [allegation?][filed?] on your name. The moment you receive this message, give us a call back on my [???] number, which is 202-241-0450. I repeat: 202-241-0450. If I don't hear a call from you, then I will have to release an arrest warrant on your name. So, give us a call back at [???]. Thank you, and have a blessed [evening?]."

I called the number and got a recording that invited me to leave a message for "this Magic Jack customer."

What you have described is an overseas scam. Both my mother and a childhood friend of mine received calls like this. These telemaggoters are targeting vulnerable people in hopes of tricking them into thinking that they are the IRS. Ignore the calls and block them if you can.

Guess what? I left a message saying to call me back, and he did! It was the same guy, but this time he was blocking his outgoing caller ID so that it just showed up as "Private." This time he didn't say anything about a law suit or an arrest warrant. Instead, he said that he had in front of him a cashier's check made out to me for $90 million from the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes. I interacted with him enough to frustrate his attempts to follow his script. I'm still not sure how this alleged IRS employee was supposed to have received a cashier's check made out to me (apparently in my first name only as he didn't seem to know my last name) . . . from a sweepstakes that I haven't even entered in decades . . . for the *full amount* of the sweepstakes winnings (fishy, huh?) . . . or how he was going to hand-deliver the check to me at the front door of my house (when he was supposedly in Washington, DC, and I was nowhere near that part of the country) . . . or how my bank account was to come into it. . . . Suffice it to say that there were all sorts of holes and inconsistencies in his story. I didn't even hear a click when he ended the call. It must have been somewhere during my diatribe about these things that just didn't make sense and telling him that I needed proof that he was who he said he was. I'm glad I had the presence of mind to ask lots of questions and have a little bit of fun out of it.