If I had a manhole in front of my house, this is a picture of what I would expect to see in the morning when I walked out to get my newspaper (if I in fact got the newspaper on any other day besides Sunday)...why, you might ask???
Well...get comfy. You know we are desperate to sell our house, right? Well, Tuesday, my realtor (Verlyn) called and said that he had a guy that wanted to come and see my house that evening. The guy told Verlyn that he wasn't working with a realtor, had no desire to, but he was preapproved and needed to purchase something fast. Great, right?? Well, my realtor was out of town, so I had to show the house.
Weeeellll, the guy comes (with his wife, baby, and mother-in-law). Goes on and on about how much he loves our house. Wants to know if we would leave the storage unit in the garage, wanted to know if we would consider leaving our washer and dryer. The house does have an alarm, right? Wanted to go and see our pool, so I dig for a flashlight and we spend about 20 minutes out at the pool (this has a point), I answered a million questions about it...upkeep questions, insurance questions, where we keep our floats, who we use to service it...on and on and on.
They stayed for AT LEAST an hour. They stood in my front yard staring at my house for what felt like an eternity...admiring it I naively thought!! Before they left, he asked me if he needed to call me with an offer or my realtor. He also asked if they could come back on a Saturday or Sunday to see everything in the daytime. Told me over and over we LOVE this house!
Okay, so that's Tuesday. Saturday I just started wondering if they had made any decisions, so I get my realtor to call to touch base.
Well...here comes the interesting part...
Verlyn calls and the man says that he never looked at my house!!! Verlyn said, "yes...you know the white house with a long porch...swimming pool??" The guy says, "no, I did look at a house in that neighborhood that was for sale by owner (there is one), but it didn't have a pool. I know what house you are talking about, I tried to call you about it, but could never reach you, so we didn't get to see it." Well at this point my realtor thinks that he might have made a mistake and that maybe he wrote down the wrong name by someone else's info or something. But then Verlyn says are you working with a realtor? The guy says no, he wasn't working with a realtor, had no desire to. Okay, obviously the same guy. Then Verlyn says, are you sure you didn't see the house, this is the same number that I called Tuesday, your name is Greg right?? The guy says, "yes it's Greg, but I never looked at that house". Verlyn just says, "okay, sorry to bother you", and that was that!
Okay...what in the world is that about?!?!?!? I keep going over and over it in my mind, trying to make some sense of it. If he changed his mind, why didn't he just say...if I was interested I would have called...quit bothering me! Why the crazy lies??? I just don't get it!!!
So anyway, when I stupidly thought that they were gazing at the beauty of their soon-to-be acquired home, I now know that they were just casing our house planning on coming back and killing me. They were trying to figure out which window would be the easiest to climb through and going back over the floor plan in their heads trying to etch it into their evil minds!!! Also, remember that he asked if I had an alarm?!?! Again...he was plotting!!! It's a good thing I won't be here anymore by myself...it's back to Indy tomorrow, where hopefully we can be safe from crazy stalker people.
Just wanted to share my crazy encounter...keep praying for the sale of our home PLEASE (and no more crazy potential homebuyers please)!
10 comments:
that's sick.
who names that kid verlyn????!!!!!!
:)
and the "no anonymous comments" is that stemming from your freaky encounter too?
i will be praying for you.
that truly is crazy.
ummm...I didn't realize that I had it set to no anonymous comments. I upgraded to the new beta blogger (I can't really tell much of a difference), and I guess it just sets it automatically as that.
By the way, I want to talk to you...I want to go the whatever market in Atlanta...I bought an embroidery machine and I heard that they have cute stuff to buy. I think that I remember you going when you were doing the silver thing (maybe you still are doing it, I don't know). I'll email you or something...I just have some questions.
And yeah, Verlyn...if you met him you would think it was very appropriate. He's very Verlynish.
genasgotmail@gamil.com
sounds neat. email me.
that would be gmail.com, not gamil.com
Okay Gena, I went back to reply to your comment, and I didn't like how it made me sign in to post. You don't have to do that anymore! Problem solved! Thanks for the heads up!
fareeeeeek!!!! that is so scary - jim said he was probably planning on putting you in the pool! i'm glad you are getting out of dodge now! we'll keep praying for a legitimate buyer to come along soon.
jennifer
That's really creepy.
I think it'd make a good horror film...
I am glad you are safe in Indy now. You didn't leave a forwarding address did you...
Just kidding. don't start freaking out now, I am just yanking your chain!!
Call me soon!
Holly
Sawyer McCall sounds good.
take my name and I will cut you...try me
You know that Sawyer sounds better with McCall than with McDonald...admit it.
Verlyn is always available and goes nicely with McDonald. See: Verlyn McDonald had a farm...
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