The house up next to Ash and Denise has been for sale for a while, so I checked it out. Only reason I'd even consider it is that it's next to them, but it's really just a terrible house. The good part of living next to them is that I know all the sordid details.
MY REALTOR. "Yeah, I know the guy who owns it. He said it's a rental, but there's only a little old lady living there --"
ME. "No, it's been vacant for months. There used to be a family living there, but then one of the guys there went crazy and attacked his mom and the cops came and they wound up shooting him."
MY REALTOR. "..."
ME. "Look, I told you, *my best friends live right next door to this place.*"
MY REALTOR. "Good to know."
The little old lady was still renting month-to-month, but she'd gotten a bit behind. That's the story, anyway. In actuality, as I'd known full well, she'd cleared out, leaving a few odds and ends (a big TV and a hutch) and a garage full of junk. The place was horrid and small and needed a gut and refit. Also, it smelled odd. At least I didn't see any bullet holes in the walls.
Word is that it's going to wind up being a short sale. I AM NOT SURPRISED BY THIS TIDBIT OF NEWS. It's really quite ghastly.
(For the record: the guy the cops shot did not die. I don't know where he moved to, though. Hopefully he's somewhere he can get inpatient mental health treatment, because he very clearly needed it even before he attacked his mom.)
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