Marcia Hawken | Real estate agent, Downing-Frye Realty, Naples, Fla.
I experienced a listing for a rental in a beautiful higher-rise in Pelican Bay, a concierge building overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. The house owners were a younger pair and they did not use the condo incredibly much. He was a trader on Wall Street. I knew his mom and dad. I had it on the current market for a although, so I was thrilled to get a displaying in September, which is normally a pretty sluggish month.
I went up in the elevator in advance of the agent came with her purchasers. I made confident all the lights had been on, I opened the doors to the lanai to seize the breeze—the complete little bit. When I obtained to the guest bed room, the bed was unmade and there were being men’s apparel on the ground. The condominium experienced been vacant. You simply cannot get in that creating very effortlessly, you have to go by security and they get your picture. I was just searching at the clothing and trying to make sense of it when I acquired a contact that the agent and her clients ended up on their way up in the elevator.
I created the mattress and swooped up all the clothing and seemed for a place to get rid of them before they arrived. There was a small closet with a sliding doorway. I slid open up the door, and there was this man standing there, stark bare. It’s not a wander-in closet, it’s only two ft deep. He was standing straight as a stick, pardon the pun.
I shoved the outfits in his arms and shut the doorway. Neither of us reported a phrase. The doorbell rang and the agent and her consumers came in. I did my normal profits pitch on Pelican Bay. I’m showing them the great look at and the current facilities and the appliances. When it was time to present them the visitor bed room, I sidled above in entrance of the closet and just stood there. Reverse the closet was a window overlooking the Gulf. I claimed, “Wow! Just turn all over and look at this see. Would not you love to occur residence to this?”
I obtained away with it. Just after they remaining, I turned out all the lights and locked the doorway. I by no means spoke to the guy. Later, I remembered that the mothers and fathers had another son, who was not as prosperous as the Wall Road trader. He had almost certainly had a quite lengthy evening and was crashing at his brother’s position. I in no way outlined it to the proprietors or to the parents. What reason would it provide? It was just one particular of people points.
Michelle Sedlitz | Genuine-estate agent, the Corcoran Group, New York City
I was previewing a two-bedroom condominium in a luxury apartment creating by Central Park for this abroad client. I picked up the vital from the doorman. Commonly, I ring the bell just before I preview an apartment, but I was advised that the proprietors did not are living there. When I went inside of I read one thing. I did get a little worried. No person was supposed to be in the apartment.
I considered, “Maybe I’m just listening to things, possibly it’s from the condominium subsequent doorway.”
It was a big apartment, far more than 1,400 sq. feet. I started off having photographs. I went into the bedroom. I didn’t listen to nearly anything. I opened the closet to take a photograph of it, and there was a woman. She was scrunched down in the closet, kind of like she was hiding. I screamed, she screamed.
I stated, “I’ve gotta go,” and I ran. I have no thought what she seemed like because I was worried, practically shaking, like, “Let me get out of in this article!”
It turns out she was the cleaning woman. She wasn’t informed that I would be coming and she was terrified. The listing agent was extremely apologetic. I didn’t finish previewing the condominium, but I understood it was not correct for my consumer in any case. The view was terrible and he was a look at male.
It was not the 1st time one thing like this has took place to me. The initial time, I was previewing a rental and no one was supposed to be in the condominium. I rang the bell—nothing. Just as I’m pushing open the doorway, I hear a person shouting, “Coming!” A dude came functioning out of the shower in a towel, and in his operating, he accidentally dropped it.
I didn’t stick close to to see what was beneath the towel.
Now when keys are remaining for me, I’m knocking, I’m ringing the bell. And I wait around. If this took place two times, I thoroughly assume it will transpire once more. These points occur in threes.
— Edited from interviews
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