I lasted one year as a real estate agent. I worked with one investor who wanted to see this particular house. It was stupid cheap, so we expected the worst. Got there to find out each room was being rented separately, so there were padlocks on the doors.
The common areas were the kitchen, living room, and bathrooms, and they were stripped of wallpaper, dirty, and disgusting. The kitchen stank.
We opened a door to what was supposed to be a hall closet, and found the wall stripped to the lattice, with a rope ladder leading down to who knows what. I turned to my client and said "I'm not making enough on this deal to warrant me going down there."
Creepiest. He laughed and we walked out. Thankfully, he didn't make an offer.
Another agent in our office walked in with her client to a guy fapping to porn in the living room. That guy knew they were coming, too
When we were house shopping we pulled up to the first house with our realtor, neighborhood is meh, house exterior is meh...knock on door, answered by nekid lil 8 year old black kid who then runs off throughout the house, house is TRASHED...garbage all over, writing on the walls...straight up disgusting...we see one room, look at the realtor, point to the front door, and start walking. Realtor just looks mortified that he showed this house to a client...we just said, "I hope your other choices are better than this one...." We're friends with the realtor to this day and still laugh about it.
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Originally Posted by TheDarkEnergist
I was house hunting for over a year and saw some scary ones during my search.
Here are the most memorable ones:
The house was listed as a 4 bed 2 bath house. We went through with our realtor and could only find 3 beds and 1 bath. We looked in one of the bedrooms (which also had an exterior door that looked like a second front door) and found access to a crawlspace. The fourth bedroom and second bath was in the crawlspace with 5 foot ceilings and exposed floor joists. This was like some kind of underground railroad/Anne Frank house.
About 2-3 months into the search I went through a 3 bed 1 bath property listed as a fixer-upper with plans to finish the basement and a add a full bath. The power was turned off at the pole and I forgot my flashlight. The upstairs and main level were decent, and I wanted to see how the basement looked. I opened the basement door and was greeted with that odd damp basement smell that I had gotten used to from previous fixer-uppers. I got down the 4 of the creaky steps when the fifth let go and I fell into waist deep water. Somehow the lister forgot to mention that the basement was flooded. I’m glad I left my phone and wallet in the car on that one.
I walked through a house with a dark red stain on the wood floor, could not tell if it was wine or blood… all I know is that it wasn’t in a wine-drinking neighborhood and one of the front windows was brand new and the rest were ancient. We walked in, saw the stain and walked right out.
I almost put a contract in on a house that had what I can only assume was some kind of bomb shelter or dungeon converted into a basement. It was a 15x25 basement with block walls from the floor up to about 5feet, and a 3foot concrete shelf extending back to perimeter wall and then more block wall to the the ceiling. It is really hard to describe and I wish I took pictures. Thinking more about it, it could have been a crawlspace that was dug out and the person did not want to upset the original foundation. Another weird thing was the laundry room which was 2 or 3 stair steps down from the main level and had a ceiling that was maybe 5 and half feet tall. Maybe the floor of the laundry was the old crawlspace/slab floor. The weird basement was another 5 or 6 steps down from the laundry room. There was a big heavy door closing the dungeon off from the laundry. The stairway leading to the laundry room/basement and the laundry room itself had small basement sized windows with dropaway bars. Strangely there were no other barred windows and the neighborhood is safe enough to keep your doors and windows unlocked with no worries. The house had some great things like a nice stone entrance, landscaped backyard, privacy fence, barn-sized shed, and a nice screened sunroom. Unfortunately the house went under contract the day that we walked through and it was never communicated to our realtore until we wanted to move forward on it.
The house that I wound up buying is a real basket case as well. The main level bedrooms connect trhough the closets... you can walk from room to room through closests - I have never seen anything like this. There are locks on all of the windows and each external door has three deadbolts that are keyed on both sides (again in a neighborhood safe enough to not lock your doors). The weirdest thing about the house is that every doorway in the house has locks on the outside of the door - you can lock the bathrooms, bedrooms, basement, etc from the outside. I got a key ring full of keys from the sellers that is full-on high school janitor.
The scariest part is it is in New Castle, IN!
Creepiest experience (nothing like the OP) we had house hunting was scheduling a home visit while the owners were there. The mother and daughter (~20) just sat in the kitchen reading the paper and drinking coffee on a late Sunday morning while we walked through their house. They didn't even leave the kitchen when we came in to look at it. It was the weirdest, most uncomfortable house hunting experience. I never understood why they were there. It made it impossible to concentrate on the house. We felt we couldn't openly discuss the pros and cons of the home. Our realtor was pissed. She told us later that the listing realtor had been having trouble with the sellers not cooperating fully. Apparently it was a divorce situation and the wife was trying to screw the husband over by making it hard to sell the house. I guess she didn't want to move out.
Personal responsibility, a lost art.
If that house was fixed up I'd live there.
Even As is the only things I'd be worried about right now are it falling on me and the like.
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In my house hunting, I saw houses that had a strange room in the basement which was semi-hidden (you accessed it though a closet in a bedroom) and had no windows. It had three locks on the door, one light bulb, and astroturf on the floor...which had many faint, dark red stains. That creeped me the **** out, big time.
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During renovation, they found gaps in the wall where she would hide her lovers. There were fast food wrappers from when they would alledgedly hide/eat while the husband was home.
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