The latest escapade of Real Estate Agent Wanda Holmes: Agent Holmes and the Creep Show

Agent Holmes stories are based on true events, which have happened to actual real estate agents. Wanda Holmes and any characters that appear in these tales are fictitious, and the people and stories have been modified to disguise and protect the participants of the real events. 

“Step by step, slowly I turn, inch by inch!” whispered Toni with a little giggle followed by “This place is creepy”.  Encased in ivy vines, wisteria  and overgrown bushes, the front of the property looked just like something out of an old horror movie.  “Sorry but you go first, Wanda”, said Brenda.  “Oh for goodness sake, what do you expect from a place that’s been vacant for this long.  It’s just a bit overgrown”, laughed Wanda.  “The house was well taken care of by the previous owners.  I remember coming here years ago.  What a beautiful house and property.  That old rule my home economics teacher drilled into our brains in 7^th grade comes to mind: A place for everything and everything in its place.  That certainly applied to this place.  The owners were a pair of sweet old spinster sisters.  Lived here all their lives I expect.  I don’t think either ever married.  Story is they both died at the same time.  Don’t recall exactly how, but they were both old so it wasn’t unexpected.” 

“If you say so Wanda”, quirked Toni. 

Wanda cautiously walked toward the house.  A vine archway barely big enough for a person to squeeze through allowed access to the front porch.  Five wide wooden steps preceding this arch showed signs of age through layers and layers of paint.   A small multicolored skink raced across the bottom step as Wanda was about to set her foot upon it. 

“Oh, did you see that?  It was a relative of the Geico Gecko”, squealed Wanda.  “They won’t bother you.  They are really quite friendly.  I see them all over the place during the summer months.”  

Toni, Brenda and Kathy clung to each other as they inched their way up closer to the front stair case.  “Are we sure we want to see this property Wanda”, Kathy quickly asked?  “I know I said I wanted to see it.  It sounded so interesting at the time.  An older home we could buy cheap and fix up to its original condition. But now I am not so sure.”

“Come on, it isn’t that bad.  Look at this wonderful veranda”, urged Wanda as she stepped up under the vine archway attached to the porch overhang.  Can’t you picture a couple of wicker chairs with a table between them, a porch swing, maybe a palm plant down on the corner and Boston ferns hanging between the posts.    I can see the three of you sitting out here enjoying the summer breeze and sweet tea. “

“Well since you put it that way, let’s have a look”, said Kathy.  “What do you think girls?”

“Well ok”, “Why not, we’re here now”, piped up the other two perspective buyers.

Inside the house, the girls changed their tone.  “Wow this IS beautiful.  I love the hardwood floors throughout and the built in book cases”, exclaimed Toni. “This staircase is magnificent, Wanda.  You were right, it is everything you said it was”, gushed Kathy.  “Kitchen could use some updating but there is plenty of room to do whatever we want”, offered Brenda.  “Yeah, that is very important since you will be doing most of the cooking”, laughed Toni. 

Brenda gave Toni an evil look, then smiled. Yes I can see myself in this house, thought Brenda.  “Let’s look at the upstairs” suggested Kathy.  All marched up the stairs together, still a bit cautious of what they might find.  Satisfied that all the bedrooms were good size and the bathrooms were acceptable, Wanda asked if they wanted to see the basement. 

“I am surprised at all the furnishings that are still here, Wanda”, said Kathy.  Wanda explained, “Yes, the sisters didn’t really have any family left when they died so just a few antique pieces were sold to pay for funeral expenses and to settle the estate from what I heard.  The rest just stayed here and convey with the house.”

Wanda opened the basement door and turned on the light switch.  “I am glad the electricity is still on.  It really helps to see where you’re going, especially down here.  Looks like there are nothing but a few small windows opening out to window wells just below ground level.  Watch your step ladies”, cautioned Wanda.  Slowly they all made it down the steps that turned to the right half way down.  

“Not much down here, just a big chest freezer over in the corner”, said Wanda.

“What?!, a chest freezer? Oh my gosh, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”,  piped up Toni, looking around at the other faces.   “Wow it just hit me, what was that old play with the two sisters that were killing off young gentlemen and putting them in the cellar?” asked Kathy.  “Oh yeah, Arsenic and Old Lace. One of the movie versions stared Cary Grant”, offered Brenda.  “I wouldn’t open that chest”, exclaimed Toni as Wanda walked toward the freezer.  “Oh come on girls, this house was checked over by all kinds of people before it was put on the market.  Don’t you think the freezer was opened and checked too?  I’m sure it’s just an old empty freezer” assured Wanda. 

Wanda reached to open the freezer as the girls huddled together several feet away.  As Wanda lifted the lid of the chest, all the lights in the basement flickered several times and then went out.

Mortal screams echoed through the house as four female visitors raced for the staircase and stumbled up and out of the house as fast as they could go.  They didn’t stop on the porch or in the yard.  They all jumped in the car and quickly locked all the doors. 

Catching their breath, they looked at one another.  Wanda and Kathy began to laugh while the other two screeched accusations of insanity at the two giggling women.

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A couple days later, Wanda called the girls to explain that the freezer had an old rusty cord that was plugged into the same circuit as the basement lights.  When she went to open the door on the chest freezer, the cord touched another live wire and short circuited.  That’s all it was.  There wasn’t anything in the freezer and it has since been removed. 

The girls were so intrigued by the place, they bought it and fixed it up to its former grandeur, albeit with a little more modern touch and with the entire electrical system replaced.  Sweet tea on the veranda was oh soooo sweet for Wanda as she and the three girls shared laughs about their first visit to the “Old Lace Estate”, as the girls now refer to it.

 Another chapter closed for Agent Holmes.  Watch for the next adventure of Agent Holmes, in which she hurdles and dodges the obstacles of life as a Real Estate agent. 

Author:  Kathie Abercrombie

Real Estate agent for Avery Hess Realtors, Inc.  For Real Estate, community and related information contact:

kathieabercrombie@mris.com

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Agent Holmes and the Septic Inspection

Agent Holmes stories are based on true events, which have happened to actual real estate agents. Wanda Holmes and any characters that appear in these tales are fictitious, and the people and stories have been modified to disguise and protect the participants of the real events. 

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Wanda heard the 2 minute warning for the sales meeting but just like half the other agents in the office she was typing an e-mail response to a client, having a conversation with another client on the office phone line, texting a potential buyer on her blackberry and eating some of the great coffee cake someone had brought in that morning.  Just go on with the meeting, thought Wanda.  I could win a contest at multi-tasking.    

Twenty minutes later, Wanda quietly took a chair in the back of the conference room.   “Ahh, Wanda”, exclaimed the managing broker Sydney, “We were just talking about septic systems and I was hoping you could share that incident you had to deal with a while back so we can benefit from your experience.”

Wanda paused and scanned the room of expectant faces. Taking a sip of her coffee and recalling the incident Sydney was referring to she nodded.  “Well this happened last year but it is one of those events that just stays with you”, she said. “I was representing the buyer of a bank owned (foreclosed) property.  We submitted the offer with the usual home, well and septic inspection contingencies.  I had been very pleased that the selling bank had agreed to pay for the termite, well and septic inspections, which as you know is not usual on As-Is properties”, offered Wanda.

Reaching for a refill of coffee, Wanda continued.  “The buyers were applying for a renovation loan and we needed to quickly establish the costs of all the work that would be done.  We grew increasingly anxious and suspicious when days turned into weeks before the sellers agent informed us the water was finally turned on and we could proceed with our inspections.” 

Wanda stretched her legs and arms and thought back to when all this was going on and the tension everyone involved felt.  Taking a deep breath, Wanda continued. “So, finally the buyers and I were at the home with our home inspector.  Among his scrutiny of the property the inspector turned on the faucets in each bathroom and the kitchen letting the water run for a while to make sure there were no leaks anywhere.  We followed him to the basement where he checked the electrical panel.  He immediately noticed the breaker for the septic pump was switched off.  As soon as he switched it on, an alarm sounded. “

One of the newer agents in the room raised her hand and proceeded to ask “Why was there a septic pump and what’s the alarm for?” 

Wanda explained, “A septic pump station is installed between the septic tank and the drain field when the drain field is at a higher elevation than the septic tank.  The pump is to force the liquid from the septic tank station to the drain field.  You don’t have this added step with gravity fed drain fields.  I’m sure you will come across a pump system sooner or later.  They are quite common and are actually very efficient systems.  The alarm is a safety measure to catch a problem before it causes a sewage back-up into the house. It’s a very loud alarm.”

Chatter erupted in the room as the audience of agents shared comments, groans and laughs with each other.  Wanda took this opportunity to enjoy a few swigs of rapidly cooling coffee. 

As the room quieted, Wanda continued. “Well to make a long story short, while we were checking out the electric box and the alarm box, water started running across the floor around us.  Wading around the corner we saw the source of the flow.  A small pipe in the floor right beside a wall was spewing water like a fountain.” 

Laughter and animated comments and gestures spread throughout the audience. 

“It wasn’t funny; believe me”, Wanda stressed.  Over the hum of the room Wanda continued, “The real story started when I called the listing agent to alert her to the problem and ask her if she had scheduled the septic inspection yet.  She said she would check on it.  Two weeks later after repeated requests she informed me that the septic system passed inspection. 

Needless to say, my buyers and I were completely stumped and furious.  I got into a shouting match with the other agent asking her how the inspection could have passed when she knew there was a problem and I had alerted her that we needed to know what the problem was exactly.”

Hands flew up, chatter ignited greater than before and everyone started to squirm in their seats.

Raising a hand Wanda attempted to quiet the room.  “I know, I know”, she said. “Believe me I had never had this happen before and didn’t know exactly what to do. The shouting match did not end in a resolution and my buyers were saying, if the sellers don’t fix this, we don’t want the house.”

 “So what did you do, Wanda?” asked several agents all at once.   

“Well, bottom line, I learned a lesson”, said Wanda.  “I have to be more specific as to what kind of inspection I expect to be done in the future.  And I need to educate my buyers about septic systems, the inspections that are available and what is needed to determine if the system is functioning properly.  It would have been better if I had arranged the septic inspection at the buyer’s expense.  In fact our home inspector was also a certified septic inspector.”   

Frowning, Wanda glanced around the room. Nods, scowls, twists and turns joined expletives and complaints to fill the room with stimulus. “So what was wrong with the septic system Wanda?” asked another agent.

“Unfortunately, we never found out”, answered Wanda.  “The bank owner would not budge on helping us with the problem.  My buyers were adamant that the seller should at least pay to find out what is wrong with the system so they backed out of the contract.”

“Ironically, the property they ended up buying required the existing septic system be completely replaced.  But that’s another story for another day.”

Sydney attempted to gain control of the room as yet again; a verbal cacophony of sound invaded the senses.  “This is another good example of how we need to be prepared for anything in this business, said Sydney who then took questions and moved on with the meeting.

Wanda finished her cold coffee.            

Another chapter closed for Agent Holmes.  Watch for the next adventure of Agent Holmes, in which she hurdles and dodges the obstacles of life as a Real Estate agent. 

Author:  Kathie Abercrombie

Real Estate agent for Avery Hess Realtors, Inc.

kathieabercrombie@mris.com

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Agent Holmes and the Dog Day of Summer

Agent Holmes stories are based on true events, which have happened to actual real estate agents. Wanda Holmes and any characters that appear in these tales are fictitious, and the people and stories have been modified to disguise and protect the participants of the real events. 

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The Sun streamed in between the narrow slats of the blinds forming a series of horizontal lines on the peach shaded adjacent wall of the long rectangular meeting room.  Wanda leaned over the table and placed 4 client copies of listings across from the stack of papers she was working on.  A starbucks mug filled with RGS Title Company endorsed pens, a stapler, note pad and stack of Wanda’s business cards sat beside the phone in the center of the mahogany conference table. 

“Of the listings we discussed seeing today, these four are still fully available, Wanda explained. Wanda waited for Kim and Brent Thomas and Brent’s brother Samuel to look over the four listings laid out before them.   Quiet exchanges of comments, pointing to listing details, questions, and non-verbal eye communication shared between the three proceeded for several minutes. 

“And these all have access to cable and internet services right?” asked Brent addressing Wanda.

“Yes, I checked them all before I compiled our list of possible properties to see today”, answered Wanda.  With eyes attending the pages on the table in front of them, nods were acknowledged all around.

“Are we ready to go?” Wanda asked cheerfully,  followed by rustling of papers and raising from chairs.

“I suggest you all take a pen if you don’t have one so you can make notes as we see each property.  I find it fun and purposeful to create a name for each house we see, such as the pink house or the playground house or the hilltop house or the corner house etc.  Whatever stands out about the house, make a note of it so you can distinguish between the houses when you try to remember them later.  You might have ‘The Doll House’ or ‘The Dull House”, laughed Wanda.  Laughs and nods of understanding and recognition exchanged instigated a grabbing frenzy for the pens in the starbucks mug on the table.  

 “I will drive and you can all come with me if you like”. As everyone walked towards the door Kim agreed, “Yes, that would be great. You must put a lot of mileage on your car every year Wanda?”

“I do but I love to drive, said Wanda.  My husband laughingly says my car is my home and my office.

The bright sun beamed down it’s sweltering heat of mid August on the troop as they climbed into Wanda’s Ford Expedition.  “I think they said it was going to be around 90 today”, offered Samuel.  Will the houses we look at have air-conditioning working?”

“Let’s see, three are vacant foreclosures that may not have the power turned on, but the one that has a family still living there should”, Wanda said.    

“From the looks of your back cargo area, your husband is right; this is your office.  Got any portable air conditioners in here?”, teased Brent.  A diversity of signs, hammers, flashlights, rope, rags, cleansers,  a portable vacuum cleaner and a five foot ladder occupied the cargo area of Wanda’s SUV.  “Well it is a Utility vehicle”, laughed Wanda. “The right tool for the job I find is invaluable and in this business you never know what you’re going to need.  It must come from my years as a Girl Scout. You know that ‘always be prepared’ motto.  But I don’t have a portable air conditioner in here.  Sorry!”

Peals of laughter joined the cool blowing air circling the interior cabin of the vehicle.

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Wanda turned a corner and glanced at the GPS on the dashboard.  “We should be at the third house in about 2 minutes according to the ole Garmin”, chimed Wanda.

“Well I just hope this one has air-conditioning.  I am blistering from those last two” dripped Samuel. 

 This next one is the house that just came on the market the other day and is still occupied so yes it should be air-conditioned. Besides, the listing agent told me the owners have an old dog that stays in the house when they are gone.  I doubt a dog would survive cooped up in a hot house all day. Ah here we are”, Wanda exclaimed as she turned into the driveway.  “By the way, the dog is supposed to be very friendly”, added Wanda. 

“Well, I like the curb appeal and what they have done with the yard”, beamed Kim hopefully. The two story colonial showed pride of ownership with landscaped yard, freshly painted exterior, new thermal clad windows and the cozy touch of plush green ferns hanging between the posts of a wide covered front porch adorned with inviting rocking chairs.

With his tail wagging and the looks of a big wet smile smeared around his drooping tongue, the canine welcome committee greeted his quests as the four entered the foyer. 

“This is lovely”, gushed Kim looking around in every direction.  “I love the colors and the hardwood floors and look at this stone fireplace honey, it’s just what we wanted.” 

“You’ll love this dining room off the kitchen”, a loud voice from the other side of the house suggested.  

“Look at this back deck Brent.  I can see us partying and grilling out here all year long.  And the back yard is so private and spacious.  You can put in that pool you always wanted. Too bad it doesn’t have a garage and the house sits really close to the road”, offered Samuel.

They all walked upstairs to check out the bedrooms and then visited the finished basement.  “The price on this one is more than the others we have seen and I clearly see why”, stated Brent as he and Kim came up the basement stairs.  “It is the best thing we have seen yet”, answered Kim.        

“Well, we have one more house to see today.  Have you seen all you wanted to here?”

“I guess so”, said Kim as she reached over and petted the floppy eared welcome committee of one who had been following them around as if leading the tour of his gracious manor.  “I wonder if this friendly fella conveys with the house?” laughed Kim.  “Irish setter, isn’t he?”, she asked her husband. “I believe so”, said Brent as he also reached over to pat the dog on the back.

“I can always ask”, smiled Wanda as she fumbled with her keys, the lock box key chain and the front door key.  “You never know what people are willing to do to sell their home.”

As the troop gathered to leave, the friendly canine home owner positioned himself right in front of the door knob on the front door.  Wanda started to reach around the dog to pull the door open when teeth and quivering splayed lips showed themselves from the snout of the Irish setter. 

“Woew”, exclaimed Wanda as she froze and then slowly backed away from the door. 

“Let me try”, offered Brent.  Exchanging places with Wanda, Brent slowly reached out toward the door knob.  Again the dog showed his teeth and gave a low growl.  “He seemed so friendly the whole time we were here”, said Kim. 

“I’ll see if I can sneak toward the back glass sliding door and try to get out that way” suggested Samuel. 

“The glass sliding door is locked, remember, and we don’t have the key to it.” said Wanda.  “I think they just stained their deck boards and they don’t want anyone on them till they have thoroughly dried.  I’ll try calling the listing agent.”

 “Hello, Cindy, this is Wanda Holmes with Avery Hess Realtors”…  Kim, Brent and Samuel bemoaned their circumstances as they heard Wanda leaving a message on the listing agent’s phone.

“Maybe there are some dog biscuits or dog food in the kitchen we could bribe him with”, Kim suggested.  Samuel walked towards the kitchen.   A few moments later he returned with a dog biscuit in his hand.  “I hope he doesn’t take my fingers off”, a scared Samuel whined.  “Show him the biscuit and then slide it across the floor behind the door far enough for us to get out before he can get back to the door”, offered Kim. “Good idea”, Samuel said as he held out the biscuit to entice the dog.  The canine’s neck reached out as he sniffed the air and watched the treat come closer.  Tail wagging indicating a possible successful ploy turned to disappointment for his captives as the dog resumed his stance at the door upon Samuels tossing the lure across the floor.   

“How bout a window?”, chimed Wanda. The group began moving away from the front door and looking around at the windows.  “Maybe one on the back of the house where we can all get out before the dog realizes what’s going on”, suggested Brent.  Wanda and Brent went to the back of the house.  “This one has no shrubs in the way and is fairly close to the ground”, said Wanda from the laundry room next to the kitchen.    “It is a little high but if one of us could drop and go to my car, I have a ladder that could help the others.”

“I’ll never question you again Wanda when it comes to carrying your office with you and being prepared”, praised Brent.

Gathering everyone together Wanda and Brent offered their plan.  Samuel volunteered to drop out the window while the others waited until he could retrieve the ladder.  Back in the house with the ladder in place, the quests started to move around the house as they had when they came in almost an hour ago.  The dog, completely unsuspecting of the plan relaxed and laid down but didn’t leave his watch at the front door.  As each person moved toward the back of the house, one by one they entered the laundry room with agent Holmes picking up the rear and closing the laundry room door behind her.  The window closed and her charges safely in the car, Wanda walked back to the front porch and replaced the key in the lock box. 

“Well, that’s a first”, Wanda exclaimed as she thankfully slid into the driver’s seat.  As she glanced around at her traveling companions, she was surprised to see three smiling faces all looking her way.  “What’s up?” she queried with a quizzical look on her face.  

“We want the house”, Kim blurted out hardly able to contain herself.  “We love it and besides that we figure the dog was trying to tell us this house is for us.  Imagine the tale we can share with our children and grandchildren about the ‘Dog House’.” Laughter filled the car as Wanda drove back to her office.   The Thomas’s offer on the house was accepted and they closed a month later.

 

Another chapter closed for Agent Holmes.  Watch for the next adventure of Agent Holmes, in which she hurdles and dodges the obstacles of life as a Real Estate agent. 

Author:  Kathie Abercrombie

Real Estate agent for Avery Hess Realtors, Inc.

kathieabercrombie@mris.com

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Agent Holmes and the Open House Affair

Agent Holmes stories are based on true events, which have happened to actual real estate agents. Wanda Holmes and any characters that appear in these tales are fictitious, and the people and stories have been modified to disguise and protect the participants of the real events. 

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Wanda looked in the rearview mirror and fussed with her hair. Definitely a bad hair day, she thought.  “Did you put the new sandwich board in the car? We’ll use that one on the corner closest to the house so we can keep an eye on it.” The windshield wipers squeaked across the glass.  Her attentions turned back to the road.  “That new sign set me back $35.00. I don’t want to lose it the first time I use it. Hey that rhymes” chimed Wanda. 

“And Ya gotta use it before you lose it,” piped up the young woman sitting beside her.

Wanda deadpanned her.  “You’re a paragon of wit.  Did you remember to get the directional signs? And their wire posts?  I see we have plenty of helium balloons.” 

She punched the one electrically attached to the back of her head. 

“I picked up cookies and soda,” Wanda added.

As her assistant took to a monologue of answers and comments, Wanda’s mind drifted back to an open house she had held some years back.  How times have changed, she thought.

“I don’t know how you do it Wanda. Look at this rain!  And you’re worried about signs and posts and balloons.  I bet only the neighbors stop by.”

Wanda watched her Ford’s fender gobble yellow dashes.  “I don’t mind neighbors coming to my open houses.  Neighbors have friends.  But I do remember a time when lots of people showed up to Open Houses come rain or snow, and we even wrote contracts right on the spot.”

“Yeah?  That I’d like to see.” snickered Terry. 

“Those times just may be on the way back as we speak and we need to be prepared for it,” cautioned Wanda.

Terry looked over at her mentor.  Time had put a wrinkle or two to the corners of her eyes, but those eyes flashed brown and beautiful, and with the wisdom that comes from long experience. “Tell me a story from the old days, Agent Holmes.”

“Watch it, I’m not that old.” Wanda cleared her throat and gunned the old Ford around a dilapidated pickup truck. Its elderly driver raised his eyebrows at the passing ladies, and flashed them a toothless grin. “Ok, here’s one, “she said after taking her lane. “I’ll never forget this one incident. It was my first Open House. I’d been a Realtor only three months. Let me tell you, one of the company divas really had me hopping.”

A chuckle escaped her grin at the memory.  “You know, it’s a wonder I stayed in real estate after that. Now that I think about it, this particular incident isn’t so ‘out there’ as some of the other crazy, scary, humiliating and dangerous things I’ve been through…oh we’re here.”  She pulled into the driveway.  “We will unload here and then you can move the car to allow room for our guests,” instructed Wanda.

Professionalism came to the fore, and before Wanda resumed her story, signs found posts and their places, and balloons were attached.  Flyers went to the table in the kitchen next to cookies and drinks.

“So, tell me what happened”, Terry said after she came back from moving the car and there was nothing left to do but wait for the hopeful onslaught of tour participants.

“I had my teenage son with me that day, since it was my first solo, and I was a little afraid of sitting alone in a big empty house, with strangers walking through.” Absently, she twirled a brown lock, and remembered back. “Everything was going well. People started showing up. We must have had ten groups come through the house. I was getting dizzy trying to keep up with them all. My son assisted with the flyers and snacks while I answered questions and tried to control the flow of people in opposite directions so they could all have a more personal experience touring the house.” She paused, and nibbled a cookie.” Home buying is a very personal thing, you know!” She paused again, and laughed. “I found out that day just how… um-m… personal it can be!” She gave Terry a sultry, knowing look.

 “Please,” Terry cooed, “do go on.” Her eyes shone, and she sat forward on her seat.

Wanda nodded. “The day was about over. We started to clean up. I reviewed my lists of who came, and who to call back. I jotted a few notes of feedback I would report to the listing agent who, sure enough, called me in the next hour to see how things went.”  

She cocked her head, and fell into the soft comforts of memories gone by.

“Oh, it was such a lovely house,” Wanda continued. “A sprawling contemporary with a unique floor plan spanning three levels.  The basement was finished very nicely with a common area and a separate suite including living room, bedroom, full bath and kitchenette.  Everyone loved the house and thought it was staged beautifully for showing.  This listing agent was particular about her properties and always set them up to make you feel right at home.”

“Ok, Ok!” Terry rolled her eyes. “What happened?!”

Wanda laughed. “I had my son take a load of stuff to the car, while I went through the house to turn off all the lights. I finished the upstairs, and headed to the basement.  Sweeping through quickly, I noticed the lights had been turned off in the suite and I thought that’s odd! I had been the last one down there, and distinctly remembered leaving the lights on.”

“Creepy,” Terry exclaimed.

 “Really!”

“Flicking on the light, I walked through the living room and swung open the door to the bedroom.  The lights had been turned off in there also.  I turned on the light.  The room was empty except for a bright floor lamp and a bed.  I was about to flick off the light, when I noted the mattress had grown a very lumpy blanket, where none had been before!”  “My heart jumped into my throat.”

“Crimminy,” said Terry, “I would have high-tailed it outta there.”

 “I should have. That would have been the safe thing to do.” She paused.  A blush painted itself across her cheeks and she swallowed hard.

Terry giggled,“OK, I know where this is going—”

“In my fright, I hadn’t a clue what to expect.  My heart was trying to pound holes in my chest, when I reached down and snatched the blanket away.”

“No-o. You didn’t.”

“Yes. I did.”

Terry’s eyes widened. “No-o you did-n’t!”

“Yes ma’am, and there they were, two of the ‘guests’ I had met when they arrived, now naked as jaybirds and obviously in love.”

Terry squealed and giggled and pitched back in her chair. Wanda laughed along, and nearly fell from hers.

Terry wiped tears from her eyes.  “What did you do?”

“Why… I…” the seasoned agent paused to soak in the look of anticipation on Terry’s face. 

“I sold them the house, of course!”

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Visit again soon for the next adventure of Agent Holmes, in which she hurdles and dodges the obstacles of life as a Real Estate agent.  Agent Holmes stories are posted monthly on kathiesblog.wordpress.com. 

Author:  Kathie Abercrombie

Real Estate agent for Avery Hess Realtors, Inc. and member of NAR, VAR and FAAR

kathieabercrombie@mris.com

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