Blair Witch Auction

A few weeks ago, Greg and I went to a real estate auction for the first time. Before the auction started, we both took bets on how much it would sell for. Greg was surprisingly accurate. But we knew when the auctioneer tried to start the bids at twice what we would pay that there was no chance in hell we'd even bid.
This Saturday we went to another auction in town. The house was in a great location and had great square footage but from the outside picture, it looked old and outdated. We thought maybe we could get a great deal on it though and just fix it up.

We arrived about 30 minutes before auction time and were a little confused because there was no one else there. At the first auction, we were 25 minutes early and there were already 50 or so people there. So we strolled on down to the house to check it out. The brown rusty pipes in the garage were the first sign of an old gross house. As soon as we walked in the main level, my allergies went crazy. The place looked clean, just outdated...as in blue carpets in the bedrooms. We walked down to the basement and were forever traumatized. This house totally had a killing room. I mean, 5x5 ft room with a single bare light bulb and a door. This was not a storage closet. It was totally a Blair Witch room where they make you stand in the corner before they whack you over the head and kill you. No joke. I made Greg go stand in the corner so I could take this picture. Although it was funny and we giggled like little school girls, we were both terrified that someone was going to show up behind us, shove us in the room, and chop us into little pieces.

So instead of taking bets on how much this place would sell for, we took a bet on how many people have been killed in this house. Too bad we'll never know. And we weren't dumb enough to stick around for the auction - we were outta there faster than fat kids in dodge ball.