Terrible Real Estate

From weird architecture to questionable “previous occupants,” we’re walking through all the red flags that somehow slip through the listing photos. And yes — I’m out front with a smile, a stack of listing papers, and keys no one should ever use.

If you love bizarre houses, questionable design choices, and comedy with a slightly unsettling twist, this episode is your new home sweet home. 🏠✨

Tour at your own risk… and don’t look at the window too long.

Transcript

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Hi, I'm Amanda, your friendly neighborhood real estate agent specializing in the houses. Nobody knows what to do with. You want a home with the secret staircase to nowhere. A bathroom shaped like an octagon for no reason. A kitchen where the oven is six feet off the ground. Perfect. You're in the right place and don't worry if you hear something scurrying under the floorboards, that's probably just the previous owner who refused to leave the crawl space happens more often than you think in this market. This is the world of real estate baby where every listing raises questions and none of them have normal answers. So welcome back to, let's Get Weirdish. Do you hear that? The wind is blowing obnoxiously in this camper and it's been a hell of a week. we've been in the market to buy a house for a couple of months now, but hadn't really found what we were looking for. We've got everything we need. Pre-approval houses we like, but it's hard to find a good agent. Our mortgage company actually found one for us, so we were pretty pumped. You know, like, hell yeah, I'm a boy, but. It is been a little bit harder because we have been looking in Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Missouri. We even dabbled a little bit in Texas, but it's just not green enough for me. and we've traveled all over the United States, so we've been just about everywhere. And we wanna be somewhere where we can still go camping. There's deer, we all like to hunt, so we wanna be able to hunt on our own property. We have specifics, you know what I'm saying? And there's nothing worse than looking for a house and getting a crappy agent. the mortgage company set us up with this mother-daughter duo, and we didn't realize it was a duo until we showed up to look at the first property. Now, mind you, the first town that we were looking in was like five and a half, six hours away. So we left early that morning, got to the first show, and at one o'clock it was the agent and her agent mom. The daughter stayed on the phone most of the time, which fine, I don't really care. But then the mom proceeded to follow us throughout the entire house. I get it. I get it. I'm not a real estate agent. I don't know the rules. All right. Don't come for me. But at the same time, I don't need to walk around every corner and have somebody's mom tell me why I should or should not buy a home. Right? We immediately walk into the kitchen of this house and she's telling us how the layout wouldn't work for us. And yeah, I knew that, but quit breathing down my neck. Okay, so daughter continues to stay on the phone, walks up front. Then Corbin takes a work call. So it's just me and the kids and the mom agent But that's all right. We wanted to see this house. So we walk out onto the back deck, Corbin comes back out there and the mom proceeds to fall in a hole and hurt her knee. Refused to let us help her up. I won't say got ugly about it, but you know. Whatever you wanna argue about it, you can lay on the ground, that's fine. If that's what you wanna do. So then the daughter runs out and she's freaking out. Her mom had knee surgery last year. All of the things, right? I'm standing there like we tried to help her up. She wouldn't let us. And the daughter goes, uh, she's just really tough. Okay, fine. Whatever. Anyway, This is all besides the point, but I just need y'all to know, okay? I need y'all to know what this was like. We were supposed to go to a house right after, but they tell us they're gonna meet us at three 30. Three 30 comes along, we go, look at this house. We hated this house. It was weird. There was no closets in most of the bedrooms. The layout was weird of the house. Just a bunch of little things. We've bought a house we didn't love before. We're not doing it again. It's gotta be just right. Either the land's gotta be just right or the house has gotta be just right. Okay. If we can find both with a medium, perfect. So after that showing the daughter says it's too late in the day to go see any other houses, so we go get a hotel. She wants to start at 11 the next day. Fine. Cool. We could have started earlier, but she tells us that we are going to see the rest of the houses on that list, which are in Oklahoma and Arkansas, and they're right there on either side of the state line. You know what I'm saying? It's not like we're driving five hours into Arkansas, so we get to the first house at 11 o'clock. House is perfect. We love it. You can see the mountains all the way around the outside of the house. House is full of windows, the master bedroom was fine, but it has this weird office coming off the front, which actually leads you back into the living room. Why? I'm not sure, it really didn't make any sense. Okay. Also, it said. In the listing that the house had four bedrooms, and I'm not sure what state you're in, but I know in Louisiana they cannot list it as a bedroom unless there is a closet in that bedroom. So back to this house, the second bedroom on the main floor had no closet. It was outside of the room, which maybe wouldn't have been a big deal. it was done at a right angle, so it goes all the way down to the floor. What was Stella gonna put in there? No idea. So we're like, that's fine. You know, obviously it's cool. There's two bedrooms upstairs, right? We get upstairs. It's just one giant room. Just one giant room. So for Reed to have a bedroom that we could shut the door, we would've had to sheetrock it. And this house was listed at 535,000. So we don't wanna spend that much and have to go in and completely reconfigure something. You know what I'm saying? And it only had 15 acres. We were wanting 20 plus, but then. When our agent talks to the listing agent later that day, they said it's only 10 acres, not even the 15. when we finished looking at that house, I asked daughter, agent,'cause mother agent didn't come today, which house we were going to next. And then she tells us that she can't meet us until four 30. Four 30, what were we gonna do for over five hours? We have two kids, two dogs. So we did what we do best and went and found something outside to do. So we went and hiked. Then we went into a pet store and let the kids play with snakes, pet puppies, and all of the things you do when you're trying to kill Tom. The last house she took us to. Oh wait, no, we've gotta rewind a little bit. We did go see one more house the day before. And this is the most important house that we need to talk about. How I forgot about this is beyond me. It's been a week and be quite frank with you guys, I'm sitting here trying not to fall asleep while I'm recording this, but this is serious stuff that we need to talk about. The most important house that we saw was in Oklahoma. This was listed at, I don't remember what this house was listed at, between five thirty five, five fifty, maybe I can't call it, but has over 20 acres. The house is stunning. Do you hear me? The pictures are absolutely beautiful. And you know what they say? A picture is worth a thousand words, and it is pictures only. So we already know the property has two old chicken houses on it that have been converted into grow houses, and you know what I'm saying? You know they're growing weed out there, but this is a legitimate operation. Right. Very fancy stuff. Of course, there's no pictures online of inside the chicken house. What is pictured is right up to the back patio is this half-assed garden with weeds everywhere. Needs to be just ripped out, tilled up, grass, planted a couple of other random buildings on the property. Most of them need to be torn down, so we get there. Oh, also, every house we went to, the agent couldn't figure out which door to go in. So that was always a good five to seven minutes of our time trying to figure out how to get in the house. And we're not those people who take hours. Okay. We walk in, we walk through. Yes. No, maybe that's just who we are, how we've always been. Back to the weed house. she couldn't figure out how to get in. Corbin and I both say, we'll just walk to the back of the property until you can get in touch with the listing agent, whatever. we are headed out there. Mind you, kids are with us. It's kind of raining like drizzly, nothing major. We get out to the first chicken house. And one of the doors, the padlock door is unlocked. We're gonna go in. Why would we not? Can't get the lights to cut on. So we turn on our flashlights. This place is wild. picture it inside of a long chicken house, but they've got half of it walled and separate doors to each one. We're talking pineapple express times 50. Okay, we open the door. there's no Mary Jane left in there. These people aren't stupid, right? we're looking, looking at the lights, the misting systems, all of the things that you would expect to be there. She finally figures out what door to get in. So we exit the chicken house and there is a truck coming up beside the chicken houses. What the hell? It's on the property. So we're thinking. These are the owners and it was, we're assuming maybe they had cameras in their, their grow house. We don't know. But anyway, they creep behind us as we walk all the way back to the house So we make it back up to the house. They've got a dog that's chained in the yard. It's freaking out all the things, and we're just ready to be done. You know what I'm saying? We're ready to be done. We're hoping this is the house and we can just call it a month because we're exhausted. We just wanna go to the hotel. We walk in the house and there is a smell, and I don't know how to explain the smell. Maybe shrimp cooked two days before boiled. I, I don't know. I don't know how to describe it to you to give an accurate description. So to the right when you walk in under the carport is the master. I step in there and the floor automatically sinks below my feet. You know? Right. Then it's just gonna go south from there. Walk into the bathroom. There's just sturdy clothes all on the floor, buckets of quarters. I don't know what is happening in this place. The mattresses are just thrown on the floor. They're not on a bed frame, whatever. Some people like it that way. I'm not one to judge. I don't walk into the bedroom across from this bedroom. I take a right and I'm steering into the hallway that goes into the kitchen, but something tells me, don't even go that way. Take this right down into the basement. So I look at the agent. I look at Corbin, I look at the kids and I said, we need to go down into the basement. And this basement runs the length of the home. So this is a massive basement, several bedrooms down there, mattresses thrown on the floor, trash everywhere. And I looked down and there is black mold coming halfway up the walls. obviously we noted right on outta there. It was not even a contender, but Corbin did go into the kitchen and he said it was also destroyed. And I don't know how many of you are in the market to buy a house right now, but I'm sure if you are, you've experienced some of this yourself because the pictures look nothing like the house ever. So going back to the next day, we do our five and a half hours of killing time, and we go to see another house that's on our list. Mind you, it's four 30, right? It's getting dark at like 5, 5 30 down. So we get out there. It's 14 acres of property. Could be a little more, I'm not sure, but the majority of it was wooded. We pull into the driveway and look behind the house, and those woods are on a mountain, I don't mean slightly curved or a gradual incline straight up. You can't hunt up there. You couldn't even put a pop-up line up there. You couldn't even walk up there. So in my mind I'm thinking, this is just not not gonna happen. We go, we look down at the pond and we're walking around the property, looking at the woods on the other side, and it's directly into somebody's yard. So Reed couldn't hunt out there either. That's neither here nor there. I'm getting myself all worked up again. We go into this house, they are professionally trained to make these houses seem bigger than what they are. Okay? And kudos to them. They are wonderful at their jobs. But we walk in, you have to squeeze behind the couch to get to the master. The setup is weird. You open the door off the living room and that takes you to the master, but it's actually a hallway. The master bedroom is on the right and the master bathroom is on the left. The agent tells me, daughter agent says that. The person who is listing this house is also a realtor and had been out of town the weekend before, but had gotten back home in time to clean the house. There are bugs in the bathtub. It looks like the ceiling is about to fall through in the bathroom. Why? I'm not sure, but what I can tell you. Is that all I was ready to do is get upstairs and figure out what the hell was going on. Also, the closet was at the end of this hallway in between the bedroom and bathroom, and we opened the door and it was so slam full of clothes. We couldn't even see how big it was, and it wasn't really that big. And then off the master bedroom was an office space, just like the other house. That's kind of weird to me. Maybe it's not for some people, but why do you need an office off of your bedroom? And yeah, you could turn that into a closet, but it was all windows, so I would've rather had it as a sitting room. that doesn't even matter. Okay, let's get, let's get to the important part. We go up the stairs and look to the right, and there is a whole unfinished room. I'm talking down to the studs. Okay. Built in safes for guns. Really cool. No walls. There's three other bedrooms up there, though. They're fine. But when I say no walls and directly over the stairs, so all you would've to do is sneeze. Really good and just tumble right over the side. Break your neck and die right there. That is not what I'm trying to do. Okay? Not what I'm trying to do. So by the time we are done looking at this property, which only took about 45 minutes at at the most, and that's only because we walked the property. Which we usually don't do, but we had questions and we needed the answers to those questions. So we finish, it's dark and she tells us she can't take us to the next house. We ended up driving back to Texas that night, the full, the full six and a half hours back.'cause by that time we were over on the Arkansas side and we fired that agent obviously. You knew for a whole week we were coming. How are you gonna do us like that? We don't wanna hang out in town all day. We're trying to see these houses and skedaddle back to the camper. but yesterday we put in an offer on an Amish built house in Missouri with 52 acres. So perfect. We'll see what happens. Hopefully they accept the offer if they don't. It's back to the drawing board. I don't mind looking, but I promise you I will never drive that far again without having a full list of set appointments, which is what she was supposed to have done. But as the saying goes, you live and you learn. While we were dealing with all this, I couldn't help but wonder what other people have had terrible experiences buying a house. And not only that, I got curious about real estate agents who had awful buyers, creepy experiences, plumbers who go into houses. I took a deep dive into Reddit. These stories are all from deleted users, so let's dive in. This first one is from an agent. I got a call from a lady saying she wanted to talk about selling her house. I got the name and address. Now, mind you, I checked the name and address and the MLS and tax records. It all checked out. So I go to the house, she opens the door. Older lady, a little eccentric, a little wild haired. But she's elderly and, everybody's entitled to their quirks as they age. I figure she says her husband is out running errands, but he'll be back later. Fair enough. Let's chat. We talk about the house, look around, she tells me all about it, how it's this old and this happened and that happened, what she's fixed, what she's changed, et cetera, et cetera. Close to time to make my pitch. And we're sitting in the living room and the front door opens, a couple walks in and the wife screams. The husband starts threatening us, and it is a total shit show. I'm confused as hell. Cut to cop showing up and the near fight turns out the lady I've been talking to is in a case occasional homeless woman. Well off her meds. This apparently isn't even the first time she's done this. She's obsessed with that house. far as anyone can tell, she has no relation to the current owners or any of the previous owners. she just has a mat on for this house. She broke in, pretended to be the owner and called me. and once they found her in their bed with a bunch of food from the refrigerator, cops took her away. And to their credit, the real owners weren't mad at me. They apologized and I apologized back. It was a hell of a thing. Um, I would say so because if I ever walked in my house and there's just some random people sitting there, I'd probably lose my shit too. Also, I would like to add if a homeless lady had been breaking into my house, I would have security cameras inside and outside. This one is also from an agent. I had a lady get down on her knees and breastfeed her 5-year-old because he wanted a snack mama during a showing while looking me directly in the eyes and asking me questions about the house. First off, your child is five. That baby needs to be off the tit completely.'cause what are you gonna be doing breastfeeding your 3-year-old son? Have you seen the horror stories about that? I have. There's this lady on Facebook who reads these messages from Monster in-laws and one was about her husband breastfeeding from his mother. And she finally divorces this man. Okay? Obviously she divorces this man, but get your tit outta that kid's mouth and you're on all fours. I breastfed both of my kids. There was never a time that I was on my hands and knees feeding anybody with my titties. Do you hear me? Gross. This one says, I'm not a realtor, but when we sold our house, our realtor had a story he gained from it. this takes place around 2004 to 2005. We lived in this house for 10 years, but the activity had gotten to be too much. When we sold it, the realtor who was in his early twenties was just getting into real estate. He was unsure while we were selling the house, and we told him it was because it was haunted. He laughed and said, oh, you're serious. Look, I've sold a couple of houses and everyone says this, but here's the secret. I don't believe in ghost, and I've never had anything happen to me. He sets up an open house for that weekend, a Saturday and Sunday deal. We don't hear anything from him. Monday rolls around and my mom calls him. He says, I owe you an apology. First I laughed at you and that was wrong. Second, the open house. I said, 30 minutes Saturday third. Now I understand why you wanted to sell. The house is a ranch style house. You could see the entire house in every room from one side of this house. He was in the enclosed patio and heard someone walking around and going through cupboards, opening doors, talking low, thinking it was somebody stopping in and used the door on the other side of the house. He walks into the kitchen, but sees nobody as he's standing there, he can hear the same stuff going on in another room and here's someone walking around and such right before his eyes, but nobody is there. It walks right in front of him to the other door and is gone. true to his word. He did not go back inside unless someone else was with him. And this is one of the more mild stories from this house. When we bought our house in Louisiana. Stella was six months old, so it was 2015 and before we made an offer on. The house that we ended up buying, we probably looked at 10 houses and there was this one house. We went in with the agent and all of the other houses had been fine, no issues, but we all walked in this house and it just felt weird. I don't know how to explain it. The house just felt dark and there was windows and all the things. It just felt dark. And how you walked in there was almost like this. Small balcony area above a look down into the living room. we're not talking upstairs here. We're talking like four or five steps down. So our real estate agent goes to the right down the hallway to start turning on lights. And I look at her and I said, this house is weird and I'm uncomfortable. And she said, yeah, I don't like this house. She said, I don't even wanna go back there and turn off the lights. So Corbin walked down there with her, helped her turn off the lights, and we skedaddled didn't look at any part of the house. It just had all of the bad vibes and gave us all the heebie-jeebies, so, no, no, thank you. And did you know there's only four states in the US who have to tell you that quote unquote, there's supposedly paranormal activity in this house, and that's only if the client asks about it. And most don't have to disclose deaths either. But houses are houses, y'all. I wanna live to be old and die in my house, so it's gonna happen, right? Murders I feel like should have to be told about, but they don't. Real estate photographer here seen plenty of personal bedroom toys and women's underwear. Lots of weed laying around and kids skipping school to wham bam. Thank you ma'am. Or get high. But one incident sticks out wasn't disturbing, but totally weird. client was wealthy and had a very nice home. Her and her husband were home while I was shooting photos. And I asked the woman if I could remove her pink robe. Which was hanging on the shower door, she replied, feel free to put it on. Caught me off guard, but I just moved it aside. This woman was beautiful, by the way, petite and fit. She had tasteful nude photos of herself around this house. So I kept moving through the house to shoot, and I told her I was about to wrap up, but needed to photograph her walk-in closet. To which she replied, try on anything you want. I didn't take her up on her offer. Finished the shoot and left. Just an overall weird event. Can I just note here guys, that tasteful nudes, I love how you worded this because I used this phrase, I have taken a many of tasteful nudes for my friends. Shout out. You know who you are. There's three of you. I always love to help in that department. Might sound weird, but some friendships are just like that. I don't mind taking a very tasteful nude for a friend in need for them to send to others. Don't mind at all. I love that journey for me, honestly. Here's another good one was shadowing my friend for a home inspection. He was interested in buying this house himself. We went to view this multimillion dollar beautiful home when we got to an amazing basement with a full bar, bedrooms, pool table, et cetera. There was one semi hidden wall door type thing. When we opened the door, it was a small four by four room, A single light bulb in the center and a wooden chair bolted to the floor with what looked like markings of old metal restraints that were removed. It was very strange. This sold my friend and I on the house because he wanted to investigate further once he actually moved in. We did blacklight tests but couldn't find anything worthwhile. I would totally have bought that house too. No, I wouldn't have, actually, that is a lie. Corbin would have refused, downright, refused. This story is from my dad, who was a real estate agent. He was showing around a house to some people who were going to fix it up and eventually put it back on the market. He was walking through it and everything seems all right. When he gets into the living room and stops, He looks all around from the spot he's standing in and the guys that came with him just stare at him and scratched their heads. He looks at one of them and says, you need to look into this room. Something doesn't feel right. So when renovation starts in that room, they pull the carpet up and they smell something awful. They then pull off the floorboards to find the remains of one of the previous owners underneath the floorboards. In the living room, right where my dad was standing the previous homeowner had been missing for years. Who did it? Was it your kids? was it your spouse, ghost floorboard person. Let us know. we wanna help you. Not really. I mean we would, but we really just wanna know who put you down there. Okay. I'm not a realtor, but I was house hunting a few years ago and there was this one house that had a great location, two stories kind of secluded just a very nice overall property. It had been on the market for a long time and my family didn't really know why. I walk into the place, check it out, and it just had a terrible vibe. It felt very dark on the inside, and I felt sick. I felt like I had just walked out onto a stage with millions of people watching me the whole time I was there. I just wanted to get out as soon as I could. I continued to look around this place and it seemed quite old, but it was still very nice. I went upstairs to check it out and it felt even more intense. It was an extremely hot day and the place didn't have air conditioning, but I felt cold in the master bedroom. I walked out into the main room upstairs and saw something black dart out of the corner of my eye, and I was like, Nope. Fedal this and I left. Also, they didn't say Fedal. I just added that word in because I've heard that some kids listen to this too. So while I can't always remember that I say bad things, I try my best to not say them. You know? This one is from another agent. I went to show a client a house that had a wonderful main bedroom that had been renovated and out on the back deck off of the bedroom was a naked man having an affair with himself in the sunshine. This man was not the owner. Nothing like a, a good old break in sunshine affair. This one is from another agent, so this one surprised me. I had clients that I helped buy a house a few years ago. It was priced surprisingly well, and it seemed like fate was really working for them to buy it. They shouldn't have qualified, but they did. They were thrilled to get their dream home. Imagine my surprise a couple of years later when they call and want to sell, their reasoning made no sense. Their payments would go up and the rental that they would get would be smaller. They had quite a few kids, so this blew my mind. Anyway, I put it up for sale and everything goes really smoothly. I was surprised because there was one bedroom that was empty except for a card table. They had kids stacked three to four in a room, but left a bedroom empty. Weird timeout, pause. How many kids do they have? Like you've got three to four kids in a room and there's multiple bedrooms. What are y'all doing? I know what you're doing in your spare time, but what are you doing? What kind of job do you have? How are you feeding them? Still is expensive. Okay. Expensive. She has very, very particular taste. She likes fried octopus. Okay. How are you feeding all of these kids? None of my business continued at closing. They admitted they had locked themselves out before doing the final walkthrough, and they left a pie server in the kitchen. Since I had my key still, they asked if I could go grab it. I always walked through my listings to make sure they didn't leave anything behind, so I was happy to do so. I was alone in the house with the door locked. Turns out they had left like half of their kitchen behind. Thanks guys. It was the first time I'd been alone and the house suddenly felt really creepy. I was packing up everything when I heard a door slam shut upstairs. Weird. I go upstairs and the vacant bedroom had the door shut. I don't think much of it, and go into the master. When I come out, the door was open. I walk through all the bedrooms, all the windows are shut, and everything seems normal. I walk down the stairs and hear a door slam again. Whatever. I get all the way down the stairs and the smoke detector for upstairs starts going off. I walk back up and that one bedroom is closed again, and the smoke detector is going off in there. I don't have time for this nonsense, so I finished packing up the kitchen, ignoring the smoke detector and leave. You're a lot braver than me. I'm assuming you're a woman because a man would've dipped. Lady. You should have skedaddled, right? The freak outta there. And quickly, mind you, quickly. My Uncle Flip's houses and he told us a story about how late one night he was finishing up a bathroom. He was the only one left putting on the finishing touches to the place that night. When he closed the vanity mirror, he saw a surprised man behind him. In the reflection at the top of the staircase across the room, he slammed the bathroom door shut and looked around to see what he could use to protect himself. He grabbed his tool belt and after calming down, he opened the door and told us he leapt towards the stairs, ran down the stairs as fast as he could, and out the front door. He described the man as an older Vietnamese man and says it looked like the previous owner who had died in like the eighties. He tells his story better, but I can just picture the surprise face in the mirror and that's super freaky. Yeah, it is super freaky because you see that in all the scary movies. They go to close the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and there's always somebody standing there every time. Any house that I go to that has one of these, if I have to open it for any reason, I will stand sideways and shut it. Superstitious maybe. But I don't wanna take a chance. Clearly this man did. And look what happened the night before. A reinspection on a buyer's house. I was watching the news. The inspector's face pops up. He got arrested that afternoon for what you say? Having a camera in the women's restroom van in his office. Spying on women in the bathroom. Immediately my phone rings, the buyer is flipping out. The seller agent starts calling me immediately afterwards. It was a huge shit show. This was in 2012, so nothing really to be done. At 11:00 PM on a Thursday, I was up at 5:00 AM rescheduling a new inspector. These are the type of people who probably have cameras hidden in the house as they inspect. if you're buying a house, please check the cameras. You don't ever know. And you hear that about Airbnb's too, which we stayed in a mini of Airbnb in our day. I think about it, but then it's like, where would you look? Obviously you look in Vince, you look in wall plugs, you know they have the little fancy wall plug cameras and all the things. And I hope I'm not giving you guys any ideas. Do not stick cameras in weird places. Okay? That is a good way to go to jail. But when you're buying a house. And you close, you better get some kind of thing in there, some kind of little gadget to detect. Right? Okay. Okay. Please do that. The creepiest showing I ever did was in this 1930s house at the end of a blighted cul-de-sac that was listed as a rental. I had three young men as clients and we were near sundown, still light outside, but you know, getting dark soon. I had a terrible time getting into the lockbox. One of the guys actually did it for me, embarrassing, LOL. As soon as we got inside, it was like the sun had just slammed to the ground and the house itself had a lot of windows, but it was so dark that I got a flashlight. Was there no power? No power in this house? Why would you not turn the lights on? The house itself was very interesting. Best way to describe it would be like the inside of an old wooden ship. There were cubbies drawers, odd shaped staircases and doors, literally everywhere. all the wall space, Had some custom storage built in. I think it was a two story, but it had so many odd angles and steps. It was honestly hard to say. One upstairs shower was fitted into this trippy acute triangle shape. I'm five three and I can barely fit. So anyway, we were walking around this thing and marveling at how unusual it is, and I started to get this creepy feeling. I open up some little mini door near the floor, upstairs in a corner, and tried to shine my flashlight in. But couldn't see the end of it. My clients started to say they felt really creeped out too. We went back downstairs, the way we came, and I swear we were all of a sudden in a totally different room. I didn't recognize at all. I felt totally disoriented. It was huge, empty, very dark, very different from the rest of the rooms. One of the guys says, let's get the hell out of here. And I had to admit I lost my bearings. So while we were wandering around trying to figure out how to get out, because the walls are floor to ceiling bookcases, I shown my flashlight on the ground. And saw this body sized brownish red stain on the wood floors as shone the light up, and there was a similar sized stain on the ceiling right in that space where the miniature door led upstairs where we couldn't see in. All four of us ran up outta there. No joke. I went back the next day, took a pick of the floor and looked around in the daylight and didn't see anything suspicious. But that is the creepiest place I've ever been in. How do you get lost in a house? Don't know fam, but you did. That reminds me of that house. What is it? The Winchester house. Where the lady never stopped building because she was scared. If she stopped building that the ghost of all the people who had been killed by Winchester rifles would come get her. You know, she had stairs that led to nowhere and secret rooms, all the things. You know what story I'm talking about, right? This is from a contractor. So five years ago, I'm remodeling four bedrooms in an older home. my helper gets sick, so I'm working alone. Always felt like I was being watched even when my helper was there. So all the exterior doors are shut, including the garage door. I go into the garage to get some tile and the door slammed shut between the kitchen and the garage. Scares the shit outta me. Then I hear footsteps across the hardwood floors. Thought maybe the homeowners came by to check on the progress. No one was there, no cars were outside and no doors were open. Nothing. I keep working. I'm pretty spooked. But anyways, nothing else. That day, a few days later, I'm, let's just, okay. I'm pooping in a bucket in the garage, and the same thing happens. The door slams shut. Let's, let's pause. Sir. Sir, I'm going to assume maybe the water is cut off in there, right? Because why are you pooping in a bucket in the garage? And what if somebody showed up and just sees you out there reading your little newspaper, chatting in a bucket? I just, I, I can't. Okay, back to the story. There's no air from anywhere, as in the wind blowing the door shut, then footsteps again, and then the door reopens. I was terrified again. No one was there. I never went through that door again for the rest of the job. My helper comes back to work and we both feel like we are being watched and hear footsteps and voices. Later I learned from the new homeowners that were having us remodel before they moved in, that the previous owner had died mysteriously, and that some satanic worship rituals had been going on in the house. That's why they got such a good deal. And I was like, call a freaking priest, bro. This place is haunted. Might be haunted, but you're still pooping in their garage, sir. And that's the scariest shit, literally. This is also a contractor. Had a God tell me that Jesus told him his roof was damaged by a hailstorm and needed to be replaced. I told him I knew Jesus was a carpenter but didn't realize he did roofing as well. I was promptly told to get off his property. That's good to me. This one's kind of a doozy. My nephew Michael and his wife Rachel. had built a new home on some land they bought out in the country. It started out of the blue one day while they were both at work, their very young no children, their neighbor noticed that their garage door was opening and closing by itself all day. Then Rachel got home one night before Michael. She noticed all eight of their heavy oak dining chairs are missing. She found the malls stacked up on top of themselves in the master bathroom. At times you could feel something sit next to you sitting on the couch. You could feel when someone would rest their hands or arms behind you. Once Rachel was showering and could see a male figure in the steamy mirror, she assumed it was Michael. So when she got out and asked him why he didn't answer her, My nephew was stepping into the house from work, so it wasn't him. Guys, apparently, it doesn't matter if you buy a new house or an old house, things can get weird and quick, but I think people are weirder than the ghost. Especially if you're shitting in a bucket in somebody's garage, you never know what you're gonna find. If you're in the market to buy a house, maybe you should get with me. And we need to make a checklist of agents who not to use and what to look for. So you don't buy a haunted house. It sounds like a date. If you have any weird stories you wanna share, don't forget to email me at Let's get weirdish pod@gmail.com and send in those voice memos. I love getting them. We wanna play'em on here for everybody to listen. And if you haven't. Share this podcast with a friend, leave us a rating or review. It helps so much so until next time, keep it weird.