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The realtor came to me and tried to show me the house. But from the time he met me, the meeting went south. I stumbled on the steps, and hurt my bigger toe. The porch looked like a residence for a male ****** The realtor told me that the first owner did not want to go. I asked where he was, and the realtor said he’s buried six feet below. But he made it a haunted house, because he said if I cant have it no one can. I said that sounds crazy, and then the realtor said you haven’t even met the man. I stepped inside the house, and immediately wished I did not go past the main deck Because it did not look like a house, it looked like a bad trainwreck. I said to the realtor that I was leaving, and he said to check out the upstairs. But of the nature of the house I was caught completely unawares. I walked up the steps, and instantly it made me regret my life choices. I said I wanted to leave and the realtor said that you will offend the voices. I asked what voices, and the realtor replied I have spoken too much. I left the house in a hurry, and the realtor yelled that there was no rush. I got to my home and quickly took a shower to wash away the experience. Because I never went to a house that had such bad virulence.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
You will offend the voices.
The realtor came to me and tried to show me the house. But from the time he met me, the meeting went south. I stumbled on the steps, and hurt my bigger toe. The porch looked like a residence for a male ****** The realtor told me that the first owner did not want to go. I asked where he was, and the realtor said he’s buried six feet below. But he made it a haunted house, because he said if I cant have it no one can. I said that sounds crazy, and then the realtor said you haven’t even met the man. I stepped inside the house, and immediately wished I did not go past the main deck Because it did not look like a house, it looked like a bad trainwreck. I said to the realtor that I was leaving, and he said to check out the upstairs. But of the nature of the house I was caught completely unawares. I walked up the steps, and instantly it made me regret my life choices. I said I wanted to leave and the realtor said that you will offend the voices. I asked what voices, and the realtor replied I have spoken too much. I left the house in a hurry, and the realtor yelled that there was no rush. I got to my home and quickly took a shower to wash away the experience. Because I never went to a house that had such bad virulence.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
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