For the last 6 months or so we have been looking at moving. We love our house, LOVE it. But for the last while...okay, since the baby arrived, things have been feeling a little cramped. So, house hunting. At first we would go around 2-3 times a week filled with excitement. That waned after the first few weeks. We would see 3-4 listings, come home at dark, make dinner, put the baby to bed... it got to be too much. We burnt out. Plus, the houses we visited just weren't what we were looking for. So we quit for awhile and have started to look once again. To be honest, as time goes on and we see less listings available we do widen our search, lower our expectations, and well, frankly it's just not as exciting anymore. But I do like looking at houses. Each one really does have its own feel, an energy. The other day it dawned on me that I like going to these houses to take photos. The worse the house is the more photos I end up taking. There are some weird houses out there. I love it.

Here, this is what I am talking about:
The other day we went to see this house. The description read something about being on more than two acres, that it was two stories with space on the third floor to turn into another room, blahblahblah.
We arrived and saw this. However...
...this is more how I felt when seeing the house.
Mind you, it could have been the drive over to the house. In the twenty minutes it took to get there I could hear banjos playing in my head, imagine me telling my friends that "yes, it is like living in the country, hehe, no, I don't know why he's sharpening his knife on the porch. Oh, the shotgun? Hehe, it must just be for looks?" But then in the same moment I reminded myself to stay open-minded. If this house was great I was going to love this drive! More photo ops for sure and it'll be nice to make friends with neighbors who churn their own butter.
So, open minded. We step onto the porch and ignore the holes eaten away on the banister. (Quick fix-up if the house is great! What are carpenters for?!) We ignore the dirty hand prints on the front door. Yes, to me that's kinda creepy but it is a foreclosure and perhaps it wasn't even the old tenants who lived here. Oh! I forgot to mention that when I read the fact sheet for the house I noticed that there have been 4 different owners in 6 years time. Perhaps this should have been a red flag? When we enter the house it's dark and really cold. I zip up my daughters coat for fear that she may catch something. It's creepy but I still tell myself that with a fresh coat of paint and some better lighting I could fix it up and go further into the house. It gets worse. It's filthy and falling apart. Blech. So I turn to our realtor. We like her. We can be ourselves and we discuss the houses openly. She's nice and honest and very positive. So I ask her, "Hey Mary, I was noticing on the fact sheet that the first three owners all lived here less than a year... that's gotta be ghosts right?" and I smile. She laughs and looks around the house and says that she can't think of another reason why that would be.

Something I have noticed on our many house adventures - there are some oddly placed mirrors in many of the houses. But in even more we see they are just lying against a wall somewhere. Again, great for a photo op but if I wanted to sell a house I would at least take it out of the room...or clean it. I guess my priorities are different. Oh, and while I am on the topic, cleaning the carpet would be a great touch...or maybe even just passing a vacuum across it. I know, crazy talk.

She then points out that the floors in one room aren't looking too good. There are strange stains seeping into the wood. I imply under my breath that that's where the bodies were hidden and leave the room. I hear Mary laugh and then laugh nervously (probably less because of ghosts and more because of how inappropriate my joke was. But as I said, it's good to have a realtor, or anyone really, that we can be ourselves around) The house gets creepier and creepier and I wonder why we look further. What's up with these stains? Do you see the darker stain under the splatter of white? Ew.
Still wondering why we haven't left yet? Bingo, great photo op. I want to get a better shot but don't want to stand in the closet because it was gross. So, this was it...whoever wrote the description should get a raise. It lured us in like the suckers we are.