Ok... I came across this thread and have returned to lurk several times... but Darrells post has convinced me to share. Which... I have not shared my "best" horror story with too many. Of course I have all the "6 inch" path stories, and the smells and fleas, and gun waving and even the "mind the bull" story, when the homeowner at least warned me to mind that huge big old bull in the backyard when I went out to measure..... ) which he WAS poking me in the butt the whole time I was measuring the back of the house..)
But the nightmare of all nightmares finally came true about 5-6 yrs ago. I was doing way too many foreclosures in very bad neighborhoods. And really probably shouldn't have been going into these homes alone and with no weapon ! When I got a string of bad homes. The week before I had gone into a vacant foreclosure and the realtor had told me they were convicted crack addicts and kept breaking back into the house, they had tried to secure it 4x.... so be careful when you go. I went and the house was a wreck to say the least. They had been using the bathroom even though no running water or elec for 6 months... you get the picture.. horrible.... could barely do the inspection.
The next week, I get a foreclosure in a nice neighborhood for a change. The realtor tells me it was a realtor who lost his license and skipped town. No elec for 8 months... don't open fridge... rotting meat, worse house she's ever been in... the trash out guy lost his cookies, couldnt even stay in the house... I quote... "If I hadn't of been thru the whole house, I would think there was a dead body in there..."
So I go the next day... bring a scarf to cover my face, get in the house... and it WAS the worst I had ever smelled... and I just did the "loo" house !! I was sooo spooked in that house... the smell was sooo bad I could barely stand it... and was trying to get done as quickly as possible. Everything was there.. even his cell phone on the night stand, looked like he left in the middle of the night.. The upstairs had open areas, had to measure from the inside, so was in the house awhile. I had opened the front door also ( lockbox on back) to try to air out,and it slammed shut on it's own... I ran out... and not a breeze in the air... always concerned about vagrants in the house somewhere.... but I was spooked beyond reason in this house, and it was in a nice neighborhood.
There was a coat closet in the family room.. old style colonial... know the floor plan well, did lots of homes in neighborhood.. it had a baby gate in front wedged under the knob... no need to open and TOUCH it... there was 4000 dead flies in house... I found my 2.5 baths already... wasn't going to touch that door... and the chair in front of it.
I went to another appt and then to my office. When I got in there was a message from a detective. I returned the call and he started asking me about the house. I told him I had been there that morning.... more questions... I finally asked if there was something wrong and he proceeded to tell me, only if I thought there was something wrong about the dead body in the closet !!
My heart dropped probably to my knees at least ! I had felt this one in my bones ! I KNEW there was something more here..... I was spooked to my bones while in that house. Few people know what rotting meat locked in a fridge with no elec for 6 months smells like... it's decomp smell. This house smelled worse, but the house I had the week before was my worst until this house... and the realtor and trash guy had been thru the whole house... so you don't ACTUALLY think there can be a body in the closet! Even though it was always in the back of my mind.. when going thru crack houses...Good lord don't let me find a body in one of these houses !
Well it turns out he had been in that closet for at least 6 months. Right after I left a cleaning crew came in. They cleaned the kitchen first and then went into the family room and pried open that closet door. And the guys leg fell on the woman. ( he had been folded up a bit.. a large man in a small closet) Thanks goodness for her, she wasn't alone, it was a husband and wife team.
I sent all my interior pics to the detective... they were the best crime scene photos of the first floor, as the cleaning crew came in after me. Turns out the realtor had started hanging with a not so nice crowd and was partying with this druggee husband and wife team and they shot him in the chair in his family room and stuffed him in the closet and took off in his car.
I can't tell you how this affected me for years to come. If you are hiking and find a body in the woods, you might refrain from hiking for a while. But I had to do a foreclosure the next day ! No assimilation period for me ! I was spooked in vacant houses for the next few years. It really had a huge impact on me. The realtor left the business. And while I am truely thankful I did not open that door ( I had started to do so, and stopped) knowing I was in the house for 45 minutes with a murdered dead guy in the closet, really throws you for a loop.. more than you might expect. I HATE opening closets in crack houses that have debris all over and look like someone might be living OR dying there ! I have to make myself do it..
They still wanted the appraisal... had to determine if there was an affect on value, It was all over the news.
One year later I get an order again. They are putting it on the market. They have not touched a thing except remove the body. I asked my husband to meet me during his lunch hour, I did not intend to go into that house alone again.
The closet door was closed, but the chair and gate had been removed. Of course I had to look in there. So with my husband behind me, I opened the door. And there lay his whole body outline with tissue and brain matter still on the wall !! Chunks of carpet gone... didn't even clean it up !!
Sooo, not only my most "horrible" appraisal story... but definitely life changing !! Closets have a whole new meaning for me in vacant houses now !!
They did catch the couple in his car in VA eventually.....
All of my "other" appraisal horror stories... don't mean as much anymore.