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?

Years ago viewing a flat to buy with my boyfriend. The couple were divorcing & the exh was showing us around. We came to the second bedroom & he announced that their son was refusing to leave. He opened the bedroom door to a bearded man, mid 20's sitting on the filthy unmade bed smoking a joint with drug paraphernalia on the bedside table. The owner marched in telling us about the amazing storage space and the beautiful view from the large windows, which were currently obscured by the black sheet hung in front of it.

We also viewed a small, terraced house. Rather cluttered with too much furniture & so many nic-nacs! In the lounge there was an intriguing 3D design on the chimney breast. The owner saw me peering at it and proudly announced that her son had created it when he was little some years ago from dried pasta! Trouble was it was now mouldy. 🤮

We passed on both btw.

The house we now live in had different types of anaglypta on the same wall and a dining room painted burgundy and pink.

Also a TV plugged mid wall into what turned out to be a lighting rig.

Shown round the house by the owner a man aged 60 ish. Opened a spare bedroom door and a young lady in a frilly nightdress was smoking a cigarette in bed. He hadn’t warned us and it was about 2pm. Turns out it was an actual brothel 😬

An entire house painted in dark brown walks with brown carpets plus and upstairs and downstairs extension creating two rooms with no windows!

Never, ever, ever ask that sort of question on here [shudders]

@Toesgotravelling was it in Scarborough?
if not there must be two, or it’s a common seaside house decor!

Not the worst viewing, a group of us (3) just out of uni and onto our first jobs were looking to rent in Hammersmith. Morning viewing and the agent took us to one house, looked around downstairs then upstairs, opened the door to one of the bedrooms and we were confronted by a couple 'getting it on'. The agent then hurried us out of the property. In fairness the agent did call out as we entered the front door, but clearly nobody noticed.

IMBCRound2 · 14/08/2024 07:57

ill save you a google and give you the mental image of a motorised horse saddle with a willy attached

Thanks, although I wasn't going to Google, in any case!

When we were looking, there was on not far from my SiL's house and she came to and tried to browbeat me into buying it.

The front door was hard to open and I realised that one side of the house was a bit lower than the other. It smelled strongly of damp and mould, they'd had a massive leak and all of the wood flooring was bowed up and ruined. Inside, there was stuff lying around, normal household things,

The big "front" room at the back had a triangular crack, about 2cm high, going from the ceiling to the floor corners - subsidence. I saw that the front was similar, but had been filled with plaster. Looking back to the front door, there was a diagonal crack running from the wall to the door...

The garden was a complete junkyard and totally overgrown, with bricks and lumps of concreted. In the middle, there was a raised drain, about 2 feet above ground level. I had a look at the attic conversion, as we were there anyway and it had all sorts, including loads of open boxes of Spanish and East European tobacco.

SiL was ordering me to make an offer, I said, "No, it's at the top end of what we can borrow and it'll need 50 grand in underpinning, never mind the damp and flooring." She insisted that it was just cracked plaster! The estate agent tried half-heartedly agreeing, till I raised my eyebrows.

mondaytosunday · 13/08/2024 21:44

(I babysat for a couple who had a half size sculpture of a woman getting oral in the hallway).

I saw this in Sardinia:

One that was being used as some kind of dog rescue. I love dogs, but this was next level. The skirting boards had been chewed to pieces and it stank sooo bad. It was also utterly filthy and dog hair everywhere. I couldn't see past it all it was that bad.

We were househunting in London so were not faint hearted.

The oddest and most upsetting one was a house. I was sent the details by the agent of a small but rather nice terraced modern house - empty, clean and painted neutrally. Apparently it was an ex rental and the owner was keen to sell.

We went to look one Friday evening. Every room, including the living room and dining room had a lock on the door and was stuffed with belongings and a double bed, sometimes two double beds - one bed was occupied with three snoozing people in various states of undress. A naked child was charging up and down the stairs

The kitchen was flithy and covered with large pans and catering sized packs of food. The small bathroom was mouldy and draped with wet clothes.

We made our excuses and left rapidly. When we asked abojt the obvious difference in the pictures and the actual state of the place the agent claimed "oh it is definitely empty, the owner just has some family staying for a few days" 🤔

The pet dog (which was very territorial and not great to leave when they knew the agent was bringing people round,) had done a bit shit in the middle of the master bed.

A lovely family, wife and two daughters had the most gorgeous long black hair down to their waists. it was obviously difficult to clean up because it was everywhere you looked, masses of it, in every corner, ingrained into the carpets, the stairs were black with it. Nothing else out of place just black hair everywhere. Weird.

On the other side, my first viewing when kids came too. I was in the lounge chatting to the parents and my ceiling light fitting starts clinking madly. She's says what's that. I said, I believe that's your children jumping on my bed.

I'm a similar vein, I once viewed the most lovely cottage which was suspiciously inexpensive. I realised why mid viewing when a train went past and everything shook like an earthquake. DH and I couldn't stop laughing, the EA was very miffed with us, said well someones got to buy it, not us we replied. I never fail to look at Google maps now before committing to a viewing.

A house that was surprisingly unsmelly, so they must have thrown out food waste - but clearly never threw out anything else. The floors were reasonably clear but every surface was, quite literally, 2-3 feet deep in debris. Newspapers, magazines, packaging, old envelopes, carrier bags ... you could actually date the layers by the change in design of the chocolate boxes in the different strata.

A flat in a Georgian conversion, with beautiful, original moulded plaster alcoves in the living room for ornaments - each one fitted with the ugliest possible stainless steel spotlight. The bathroom had a tiny strip of window, about 6 inches high and almost at ceiling level, which made it very dark. This was compounded by the fitting of a dark aubergine bathroom suite, a black wood bath panel, black shagpile catpet, and tiger stripe wallpaper.

The house that smelt overpoweringly of dog, and had an unflushed loo with the lid up. He'd done his own loft conversion and sawn through 2 of the main roof joists to install the Velux windows.