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As a realtor, I toured hundreds of homes each year. When I was first
starting out, a more experienced agent asked me to share a few of his
listings. One of the homes I helped sell, got a reputation for being
haunted. It was an older two-story, the owner had been remodeling the
kitchen and bathrooms. It had really nice woodwork and was a house I
would not have had a problem living in. The owner had moved out so it
was vacant but it showed well.
Soon after I started working on this
listing, the house's next door neighbor started calling me to tell me
that someone had left the lights on. I drove over a couple of times,
turned off the lights and checked to see if someone had left a business
card so I could call them and remind them to turn the lights off after
showing. There were never any business cards to be found. About the
fourth time this happened, it was just getting dark and I was glad the
neighbor had called before too late. I happened to have my daughter
Jenny with me who was in kindergarten. When we walked in the door, I
felt uncomfortable. My first thought had nothing to do with spirits. I
really thought a real person was in the house with us. I had Jenny stand
by the front door and wait for me. I quickly turned off the light that
was usually left on in the den then walked past the bathroom to the
stairway so that I could check the lights upstairs. As soon as I got in
front of the bathroom, I felt a chill and suddenly frightened. The door
was partially closed and I assumed someone was in there. I decided to
make as much noise as possible so the intruder would know I would be
gone soon, so I called back to Jenny and told her that I was just
checking upstairs to make sure there were no more lights on and then we
would be leaving.
Shortly, after I got home, another
female agent called to tell me she'd had an appointment to show the
house that afternoon. She said the buyers stood her up so she stood
around waiting alone in the house a little longer than usual. She also
said, "Don't think I'm crazy but I had the feeling someone else was
in the house with me." She also mentioned the first floor bathroom.
She'd had enough nerve to open the door and look, finding nothing out of
order. She was so uncomfortable that she contacted our manager and
persuaded him to come back out to the house with her. She was afraid a
vagrant had possibly broken in and was living there. The two of them
walked through the house without finding any kind of forced entry.
I went back to the office the next
day and repeated my story. Instead of scaring people away, it got every
body's interest. I was able to get every agent in the office through
that listing. Someone sold it within a week. Finally I got a chance to
ask the listing agent, who worked out of another office, if he knew the
history of the house. The wife, who was my age had died suddenly of an
aneurysm. She had been remodeling the kitchen and bathrooms. She'd
finished the kitchen and first floor bathroom and was still working on
the second floor bathroom when she died. She'd picked out the wallpaper
and everything herself . The first floor bathroom was her favorite room
in the house.
The new owners ended up re-wiring the
whole house and moving within six-months. I've often felt that the
previous lady of the house felt threatened by other women and had no
desire to share her space.
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