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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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