Why we said 'no' during a previous house hunt
December 26, 2015 12:19pm CST
Before we moved to Tennessee we spent 3 days house hunting. We saw over 30 homes in those three days. We wound up buying the last house we toured, which was the one I wanted in the first place as soon as I saw the photos online...but that's not what this is about. We pulled up to a house at the lake....a very nice large ranch house with a decent size yard and partially fenced. There was enough room for a pool and a workshop and the price of the house was very reasonable. The trouble began when we tried to enter the front door - it fell off the hinges. That's when our realtor called the listing agent and she told us to stay put until she got there. No problem. Once she arrived we toured the home and I must say the rooms were huge, the great room was truly great. The master bedroom was the biggest I've ever seen. When we got to the master closet I noticed all the baseball caps lined up on a shelf, all by color. Then there were shelves full of Video tapes all labeled by hand and they were alphabetical. As we went back through the great room again I noticed a rather large dark brown stain on the carpet...the more I looked at it the more strange feelings ran through me. Something was wrong for sure, something happened there, but I didn't know what exactly. Since our realtor smoked heavily we were in two separate cars. When we got back to her office she had a strange look on her face. We were her first clients - her real job at the time was ER nurse. She said she should have realized whose home that was..... There was a second home near the one for sale. It turned out the parents lived in the other home and the son in the one we toured. He was an only child and had several issues. He was OCD, as reflected in the video tapes and baseball caps. But he was also very lonely. He was overweight and had no friends. His parents were always traveling so he had one, or so the story goes. Now to the stain on the carpet in the great-room - that's where he committed suicide. Our realtor had been on duty in the ER when he was brought to the hospital. He died at the house, on that brown spot on the carpet. The door was off the hinges because that's how the authorities got in to check on him...but it was too late. There was an answering machine with the light blinking...his message was still playing. His parents were so upset they couldn't face going into the home to clean or even empty the fridge and it had been months since his death. It wasn't the home for us, I never would have felt comfortable there for several reasons.
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27 Dec 15
I can understand very well your feelings, when we toured in search of a house, the realtor stopped in front of one and I felt something wrong, I refused to enter. Later I learned that an old wealthy lady owned the house and her younger boyfriend had killed her in that house.