worse house viewing

[charlieinthehaystack]

probably mild to some but worse I saw was the bedroom had all porno posters on the bedroom walls. it was the teen lads room so page 3 type thankfully but I was amazed the mum didn't ask him to take them down or cover them up!
what was the worst thing you found on house viewings?

Glad you said that because I had a mental image of a single house of horrors! But all these would individually give me the ick anyway.

Omg you’re lying?!

A house we viewed with the idea of renting it out.
It had been a grow and a bloody big one.
80 metre extension with multiple power outlets, water, around 60 empty plant pots and an overwhelming stench.

We have just started to house hunt and have our first viewing next week. I am a little worried now… 😂

We had some doozies.

One was 3 bed flat - when we viewed it there was laundry drying everywhere, the residents had a bunch of people over and we couldn't see the third bedroom because the person in there was asleep because they worked nights. Either the residents or the agents might have managed that better. We gathered the owner rented it to relatives so we did wonder if the residents were trying to put people off buying it so they could stay longer.

Then there was the time it was an 'open day' viewing and it turned out it was an HMO (bedsits) and the owner hadn't seen fit to tell the poor tenants. I felt awful for them, we gave up on that one - the agents were saying to knock on doors and ask if we could come in for each room but that really didn't seem on and I think there were one or two people asleep from night shifts as well.

When looking for my first place I went to one house where a (not very big) bedroom had been subdivided by a thin bit of chipboard and they had about 4 or 5 kids in what was really a 2 bed house and the whole place stunk of sweaty socks. I hope they found somewhere bigger to move to.

One where the owner told me the original tiny kitchen was now a utility room across the hall. This was a new kitchen, new cupboards, all new she proudly told me. There was a hob, there was an oven but no sink. No she agreed, that had been too difficult because of pipe work but the utility room sink was just across the hallway. To rinse veg, drain veg, add water to pans …

I remember the first flat I ever viewed. I went with my mum and we were shown into the lounge. One entire length of wall was an absolutely massive floor to ceiling glass cabinet with a "wildlife" display of taxidermy animals in it. All in different poses. I must have uttered "wow" because the homeowner then proudly flicked a switch which illuminated the display with multicoloured lighting. It was truly amazing but not in a good way.

A house that was absolutely filthy and stank of weed and urine. You'd have to chip off the plaster from the walls, chuck all the carpets (and probably soiled floorboards) out.

Another was full of fleas - major bites on our ankles when we got home.

Naturist neighbours and low fences. I think they were sunbathing to make a point as it was november I recall.

I was several months pregnant & had been sick the entire pregnancy. We were house hunting in winter and I was miserable. One cold evening we'd seen several unsuitable places then went into one house that was really untidy and smelled of urine. There were used disposable nappies lying around, not in the bin. Already feeling even more sick, the final straw was when I spotted used open pantiliners lying on the bathroom floor next to the bin . Made a dash for the door to get some fresh air quick!!

The next house we went to was beautifully done up and looked like paradise in comparison and I begged my husband to put in an offer so the house viewing torture could end. We did buy the house and were very happy there although we quickly realised all the beauty of the house was only skin deep and we ended up having to do much more redecorating than we'd bargained for.

Rental property where the spare room had been used as a weed growing room and there was equipment everywhere. The look on the lettings agents face was priceless. Icing on the cake was shed outside filled with fertiliser.
Another time I went with an ex boyfriend (it was quite a while after we split and we remained friends) to view some kind of bedsit / houseshare / HMO thing and when she opened the door to the bedroom the smell that hit you was nuclear. Having smelt dead animals, I can only presume that someone had died in that room it was horrific.

A large empty aquarium type thing. Estate agent remarked that there was normally a large snake in there and wondered if it had got out.
Apparently, with the right motivation, I CAN move very, very fast.....

We viewed a 2 bed semi and being Scotland it’s usual to view with the owner.

except she arrived after us and proceeded to show us round while close to 20 asian men were scattered about the place together with the same amount of mattresses propped up against any available wall.

the house was nice enough but I didn’t want to be the one to turf out these guys who likely just worked and slept they looked done in

The first house we viewed was being sold as part of a very acrimonious divorce (as relayed to us by the estate agent). The wife had left and it was just the husband and teenage son living there. It was absolutely filthy, it reeked, the kitchen was piled high with old takeaway boxes, the guy was sitting in the livingroom with the TV blaring, and we weren't able to view the back bedroom at all because the teenager had refused to get out of bed and had put something against the door. I was pregnant at the time and had had no sickness whatsoever, but as soon as the smell of that house hit me, it absolutely knocked me sick, and I spent the next four months in the depths of constant, miserable nausea/vomiting.

So you just left a puddle of your child's urine on someone's carpet and left without saying anything?

I went to view what looked like a potentially perfect house. 4 beds, two reception rooms, decent sized kitchen, en-suite, garage, good garden, good catchment areas, and (what really seemed like the USP) and basement area that looked on the floor plan to be big enough to convert into two separate offices/hobby rooms.

DH was working, so I went.

The basement was like something from the Blair Witch Project house. It had a dirt floor, no lighting other than what came from the (creaky... just to add to the vibe) entrance door, and crumbling internal brick 'walls' that I kept thinking I'd see something move if I looked through the holes from missing bricks for too long. There were fading symbols on the walls.

The piece de resistance, though, was the multiple metal support bars throughout the basement that were effectively propping up the ground floor.

The estate agent and I both left pretty quickly. She then cancelled viewings for the rest of the day while she tried to find out if the building was structurally sound.

We didn't put in an offer.

I've had some bad viewings, but nothing as bad as some on here.
When my youngest was 2, we viewed a nice house being sold by an older couple. This was in the days when owners always did the viewings. We sat and chatted in the lounge and my little one, who had not seemed ill at all, suddenly vomited all over their carpet. It was so embarrassing, though they were nice about it.

A farmhouse with some land and a lovely drive up to it, parking adjacent to a duck pond.

Except there was no garden, but a muck heap that spread across to the front door. The garden and pathways long buried under cow manure which managed to migrate slowly inside the front door. The development potential was huge, but the calf running around on the landing shitting everywhere was the real party trick!

Twenty years later I see someone braver than I took this mini project on and made a decent dwelling out of it.

This is about 20 years ago. My landlord was selling my flat and arranged a viewing while I was at work. Didn’t tell me he had rescheduled for 6pm. So I came home, had a shower and was walking around naked… when the landlord and a couple walked through the door.

I think it was that woman’s worst ever viewing, her face was a picture! Obviously the best viewing ever for her partner! This was back in my part-time modelling days, I was a nubile 23yo and his eyes almost popped out.

Aw, bless you for keeping the cat and kittens.

One particularly comes to mind. It was a swinger's house quit obviously . Funnily enough it had been on the market some time...

I looked round a house where there were holes in the walls which looked like they had been made by fists, full bin liners in the spare room (with a smell suggesting it wasn’t just packing) and a pole fitness/dancing pole in the middle of the bedroom. The real clincher was the sitting room full of glass tanks containing various reptiles - these were stacked for or five high and all round the walls. I have a snake phobia and would not have been able to sleep there through imagining that one had been left behind.

Went to view a rental this week.
House was a total shit tip, had previously been an HMO and no one had cleaned

Estate agent was telling me how the landlord was planning to turn the separate garage at the front into a bungalow and the rear outbuilding into a two storey home during the tenancy.

Rent: £3000 a month 😎

We went to see a house. Owned by a man in middle of separation. Desperately needed to sell. The house wasn't what we wanted and I felt so sad for this man who was trying to big up everything.

We saw one where the person who answered the door wanted to know where we had heard about the house and how we got the viewing. They had registered with an estate agent, so not sure what that was all about. The walls were full of scuff marks, I mean covered in them. The house reeked of wet dog. I like dogs and don’t mind a mild dog smell, but this was horrible.
They had added an extension to the whole back of the house, which resulted in the kitchen looking like a corridor in the middle of the house, only walls either side, open plan each end, and a bathroom with no windows.

Another one viewed years back which was for rent had a filthy mattress on the floor in the bedroom. It put me right off even though it wouldn’t have stayed.

Years ago looked round a little two bed terrace with my DSis who was the potential buyer.
nor of those little terraces with no hall- I had one similar.
there were two massive lion statues in the living room, each holding a sort of orange flickering flame effect lamp in its paws. In the remaining four inches of the room was a sort of leather throne armchair.
bright pink kitchen with gold cabinets, more flickering torch lights, black bathroom with black suite (where’s the loo?) and a dark green bedroom with a two wall mural of King Arthur (I think) and some laydeez.
we were trying so hard not to laugh the whole time. She didn’t buy it.