The house I really wanted; the one with the quaint kitchen, bearclaw bathtub, and the cellar straight out of a Stephen King book; yeah, this house is two doors down from a halfway house for sexual offenders. Seems Mrs. Spazzy Owner "forgot" to mention this little nugget of info when we were in the process of falling in love with her house. How does one "forget" something like this?
Seems that it doesn't bother her, what with the fact that she has no children and the men living there have never given her any troubles. Yeah, no troubles lady. Let's hear you say that when one of them breaks into your house late at night to "chat" with you. And by "chat" I mean tie you up and ravage you. Let's see you "forget" that they are two doors down then.
So, the search for living quarters continues...
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WOW! Yea I'd say run.... fast...... =)
OY! What a bummer. I have confidence that you will find the right place soon.
That sucks! I am sure that you will find another place you love just as much with no sexual offenders on that street!
Icky! At least you found out BEFORE you bought the house. *shudder*
Keep on movin'....that's for sure!
Good luck!!
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