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Aug. 19th, 2006 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherWell, 2 more houses looked at, one rather promising (though it's near the highway, and we're trying to decide how much the noise would bother us), the other rather not.
This is the story of the rather not one, for it is a WARNING TO OTHERS.
The house we decided to check out was, as mentioned, on the same street as the first, though farther up and away from the highway, making us think it might be a bit easier to live with. Our first warning sign was that it was a foreclosure (not neccesarily bad, but usually means the house was stripped of everything of value). When we entered, Harvey's first words were "All the carpet needs to come out."
Aside from being dysentery green shag, it looks like the previous owners hadn't cleaned up after their pets. Very stained, very smelly. The kitchen was a title floor, but had lots of claw damage, spilled food and cat/dog food all over, and lots of nasty marks on the walls. As we expected, all the appliances had been stripped out, except for the microwave that appeared bolted into the cupboards and wall. Deciding it was safer not to look in the basement, we started to venture upstairs. About halfway up, we noticed a very nasty smell. By the top of the steps, I had started to choke. Not from the smell, though - I simply couldn't breathe. Harvey told us to get down as quick as we could, then went about half way up, said "Mold!" and then turned around to look at us as he came down. "As a father, and not as your realtor: Get out. Get out, and don't even think about this one."
We turned around and left, and ran into some Asian men in the driveway.
"You looking?"
"Yeah, we were just inside. You?"
"Yeah, we might buy."
"Don't!"
We tried to warn them, but they went in with their realtor once he arrived.
I wish them luck, if they wanted to clean the place up, and perhaps to re-sell it, but I wouldn't have gone back in if they'd paid me.
This is the story of the rather not one, for it is a WARNING TO OTHERS.
The house we decided to check out was, as mentioned, on the same street as the first, though farther up and away from the highway, making us think it might be a bit easier to live with. Our first warning sign was that it was a foreclosure (not neccesarily bad, but usually means the house was stripped of everything of value). When we entered, Harvey's first words were "All the carpet needs to come out."
Aside from being dysentery green shag, it looks like the previous owners hadn't cleaned up after their pets. Very stained, very smelly. The kitchen was a title floor, but had lots of claw damage, spilled food and cat/dog food all over, and lots of nasty marks on the walls. As we expected, all the appliances had been stripped out, except for the microwave that appeared bolted into the cupboards and wall. Deciding it was safer not to look in the basement, we started to venture upstairs. About halfway up, we noticed a very nasty smell. By the top of the steps, I had started to choke. Not from the smell, though - I simply couldn't breathe. Harvey told us to get down as quick as we could, then went about half way up, said "Mold!" and then turned around to look at us as he came down. "As a father, and not as your realtor: Get out. Get out, and don't even think about this one."
We turned around and left, and ran into some Asian men in the driveway.
"You looking?"
"Yeah, we were just inside. You?"
"Yeah, we might buy."
"Don't!"
We tried to warn them, but they went in with their realtor once he arrived.
I wish them luck, if they wanted to clean the place up, and perhaps to re-sell it, but I wouldn't have gone back in if they'd paid me.
