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October 24, 2019

3 Bloodcurdling Haunted House Stories Told by Real Estate Agents, 2019 Edition

by The CE Shop Team


Real estate agents are considered to be the heroes of our community. The ones who wake up at odd hours of the night and overcome challenges no one else wants to face, only to help their clients succeed in buying and selling homes. For some of those unfortunate souls, their sacrifice has led them into unexplainable situations science cannot explain. We’re talking about the haunted houses they’ve helped clients buy or sell and the chilling aftermath that followed. 

Over the past month, we’ve asked current real estate agents to tell us about the haunted houses they’ve encountered on the job. We received dozens of responses and would like to personally thank everyone who shared their harrowing stories and learned lessons from their experiences. 

Of all the tales we read, we deemed these three to be the best ones. We would like to warn those of our readers who easily fall ill to adult incontinence to please prepare accordingly before reading. 

Thank you and enjoy!

3) A Loud Child

Roy Widing, Oregon

While at work one day, I received a phone call and quickly recognized the caller as a client I assisted with a home purchase months earlier. Listening further, I detected serious concern in his voice as I’d never heard from him before.

As the client talked, I listened while automatically running through a brief mental checklist of his closed transaction:

“Paperwork completed correctly?”  Check.

“Home inspection performed?” Check.

“All inspection issues addressed or negotiated?” Check.

“Building permits researched?” Check.

“Insurance, title report, loan and closing documents are taken care of?” Check.

I run through a few more items in my mind, then hear him say the word “Ghost.”

After looking at many homes, this buyer and his wife ended up making an offer that had some ‘back and forth’ on the price, but it was ultimately accepted. Looking back at the transaction, there was never any indication to suggest this would be anything but a ‘normal’ home purchase. And everything was normal. Until after the transaction closed. Which is when things took a decidedly different turn.

Not very long after this buyer and his wife moved into their recently purchased home, I learned they began to hear strange noises, usually in the middle of the night, like around 2 or 3 AM. But then things got much stranger.

The sounds they heard appeared to emanate from inside the house for no readily explainable reason. Sounds like dropped tableware, moving furniture, bells ringing. You get the idea. There was no reason for them to expect these sounds, yet they were apparently coming from inside the house and at odd hours.

After a while of having their sleep disturbed, the homebuyers grew concerned and began to ask around the neighborhood. “Do you hear strange sounds at night like we do?” After being told “No” by at least one neighbor, one neighbor asked if the homebuyers knew about the event that had occurred inside their home. The new owner said ‘No.’

Story specifics vary, but the neighbor apparently explained that a child had died inside the house and was then laid to rest on the property. Understandably, this distressed the homebuyers, who thought they should have been told before buying the home.

After speaking with the homebuyers, I next called the seller’s real estate agent for the transaction and simply asked: “Did you know that the property had a history of a death in the house? “Yes,” he quickly answered, then followed up with what I knew aligned with what Oregon real estate agents are instructed regarding state real estate law. “But my principal broker told me we didn’t have to disclose it.” And he was correct.

I also understood that particular Realtor’s fiduciary responsibility to his seller client; because if the seller’s agent had openly revealed the situation while marketing it, there was a good chance the property would have sold for considerably less. Usually, the rule is ‘disclose, even if an item seems trivial.’ Yet in this instance, there was no state law requiring such disclosure and the seller had a vested interest in not bringing the issue up.

As a result of the impact of their home purchase of the stigmatized home, the homebuyers moved and ultimately rented out the property. Witnessing this unpleasant situation had me researching to better determine what might have been done differently. At the time, there were no online resources solely dedicated to determining if a house is stigmatized. On top of that, repeated online searches eventually turned up a single news story relating to the property. However, that was accomplished by a search using the specific house address and buried in a list of other website information. It was virtually a ‘needle in a haystack.’

One reason stigmatized properties are different is that they don’t affect everyone the same way. Another reason is because factors that stigmatize a property vary. Some are undeniably gruesome, like violent death, while other, more common stigmatizing factors have limited psychological effect, like bank foreclosure. Yet other stigmas, such as a former meth lab, are doubly troublesome since they carry both a market stigma, plus can render a property unfinanceable.

Another reason why stigmatized properties are uniquely different than usual issues, like say dry rot or a leaky roof, is that they frequently involve very human emotions. And when we consider what makes a home, where children are raised, birthdays and anniversaries are celebrated and many cherished memories are created, common sense dictates that a house should comport with the real estate concept of ‘quiet enjoyment,’ least of all being awakened at 3 AM to the eerie sounds of the ghost of a child.

2) They Never Left

Yvonne Smith, Nevada and New Mexico

I have 3 stories that happened in Nevada and New Mexico. 

#1) I listed a house in NV that was so haunted and documentable that Unsolved Mysteries came out and did a story on it. In short, it was haunted by several ghosts, but the original owner of the house was one of the four "Silver Kings" who built the home in Virginia City, NV during the silver rush and still haunts the place to this day. The owner accidentally got a picture of one of the ghosts. We later confirmed it was a man who appeared in the photo album of the previous owner's parents (long since dead) by the fireplace over 100 years ago.

#2) A house in NM with numerous orbs in the pictures of the master bedroom. Although only built in 2007, it had already had 2 suicides in the house.

#3) After the owners told me of their "cowboy" ghost who appears occasionally as a full-body apparition, I listed their home and took the usual photos. When I loaded them onto my computer later, there was the largest orb I have ever seen in the living room peering from behind the sofa.

3) It Only Got Weirder

Jerry, Colorado

Please, only use my first name. This story originally forced me to take a break from selling real estate, and it’s not something I would like associated with my name. That being said… 

A few years ago, I was helping an old friend sell a house out in Morrison, Colorado. For those who don’t know Morrison, it’s this teeny-tiny, quaint town adjacent to the beginning ridge of the Rocky Mountains. My friend’s mom had cancer and died in the house. His father, distraught from her death, got bloody drunk the night after and accidentally tripped and fell down a steep cliff while walking his dog Bono. The dog survived. Unfortunately, his father broke his neck and died. 

Fast forward a few months, I’m doing a preliminary check on the house’s condition when, in the kitchen, a knife literally was flinged out of the silverware drawer, right towards my foot. I narrowly dodged a trip to the hospital. I felt it was a freak accident and carried on with my inspection.

That afternoon, a fierce snowstorm came through and essentially closed down the one-way dirt road out of town. I called my buddy up and he gave me permission to stay in the house on the condition that “Sleep wherever, but don’t sleep in my parents’ room. The house sometimes makes noises during snowstorms and it can get pretty loud.” He explained it had to do with the piping running right under his parents’ bedroom.

Sure enough, around 3 AM, I began hearing pipes. Well, it didn’t sound like pipes, but someone moaning. 

“Gehouh, Geh out, GET OUT!”

The voice sounded like a demon and scared the living wazzoooo out of me. I ran outside and slept for the rest of the night in my frozen car. 

The next day, I wake up and find scratch marks along the side of my car. Inside, the house is trashed. Just destroyed, with no sign of break-in whatsoever. I call the police and my buddy and explain what happened. 

Because of the events and the fact I was now a person of suspect, I decided to handoff my duties to my partner. That is when things got even weirder….

A week later, my friend called me from a rest stop. 

“I’m not sure how I got here,” he told me over the phone. 

Apparently, he had sleepwalked five miles in the middle of the night to this stop. I thought he was losing his mind, until he told me this after I picked him up:

“You know that piping sound I told you about? I don’t think that’s the pipes. Maybe I’m going insane, but I think the house is haunted. My grandfather always used to clamor about that back in the day before he died of a mysterious heart attack. And I’m starting to think it’s the reason why my dad fell down that ravine.”

We drive back up to the house and go inside. At this point, I’m debating whether I need to get my friend to a shrink or get him out of this house. I tell him, “Hey, let’s stay at my place tonight.” Suddenly, the floors started shaking and a loud “GET OUT!” violently echoed through the hallways. 

My friend doesn’t react. Meanwhile, I freak out and run for my car. I drive home, sleep it off, and call my friend the next day. 

“What are you talking about? You came over, we played cards, and you left. Nothing out of the ordinary.” How did my friend not remember what happened the night before? I tried convincing him over the phone, and, later, over coffee that was anything but the case. 

After our conversation, I never heard from my buddy again. I tried reaching out, but he ignored me. A year passed and I saw his obituary in the news: He had died from a brain aneurysm at the age of 38.

That day, I decided to take a break from the industry and went on sabbatical to India. I’m not sure whether he went crazy, I went crazy, or the house was demonic. And I’m not sure I’ll ever get those answers. 

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