What's the most disturbing history you've learned about a house you found on the market?

The lady next door to me died and wasn't found until she was more liquid than solid on her living room carpet.

The family couldn't pay something back about back taxes or something, and the house went to HUD to auction.

HUD paid for some clean-up, but not to replace the carpet,

only steam clean it. So it finally sold and was talking to the guy who was flipping it.

Before I could mention the death, he asked if the house had a water leak under the foundation,

because they ripped up the carpet and pad to put down the new floor, and it was really dirty

and got all over them and their clothes.

I told him what happened and how HUD went cheap on what to fix before the auction.

He got green as a pee and then started emptying his stomach right there on his side of the fence.

My grandma sells and rents houses in the Denver area.

A few weeks ago I had to help her evict a few college bros from one of her properties.

This is a cottage-style home, no second floor, no basement. These guys literally dug a hole in the wooden floor and made a basement where they've been throwing trash away for the last year.

Like it's a living room with a TV, a couple of armchairs,

and a giant hole in the ground filled with ice cream wrappers, pizza boxes, and cigarette butts.

That seems like one thousand times more effort than just taking the fricking garbage out.

You know, taking out the garbage is a real pain in the butt.

I'm going to perform back-breaking manual labour inside my house

to avoid walking 20 feet to the street with a small bag of trash. My parents were realtors and also

flipped houses. When I was growing up, I used to help them a lot, usually by cleaning. When I was

12, I was helping with a house that was infested with roaches. I noticed the closets were smeared with crap and children's handprints.

There were fingernail scratches on the inside of the doors as well.

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