30 Unique Reasons Why Someone Didn't Buy A House, As Shared Online

Not a realtor, but a coworker lost a sale because the inspector was an idiot.

I don't know the exact details, but when pouring foundation, sometimes the pourer runs out of cement in one truck, and finish pouring it with another before it comes close to drying. Similiar to how you would pour the rest of milk from one carton before adding milk from a new carton. Apparently, that can leave slight discoloration line, but that's about it.

The buyer cheaped out and got a newbie inspector who saw a line discoloration and thought it was a huge, symmetrical, foundation crack that looped around the foundation. The buyer's real estate agent basically went WTF, told him to find an experienced inspector. She,herself, hired an experienced inspector who came in and explained the exact situation to her client. But the client, understandably so, got spooked and walked away.

Coworker sold it a month later at the same price to another buyer who had a qualified inspector, so it was more annoyance than anything else - but don't cheap out on the inspector - they're important.

This story goes back to around 1960 but my parents found it so stupid they told me. A family friend and his young wife found a home they wanted to buy. The wife’s mother was going to give them the down payment. They were super excited about the house and said it even had a breakfast bar, i.e. a counter with bar stools underneath, in the kitchen. The mother said no way would she ever allow her money to be spent on a house with a bar. They tried to explain it to her but ultimately could not buy the house.

My elderly parents were looking to buy a house in the city where I live. One house met all of their criteria, and the furnishings inside even matched the furniture in their own home.

Unfortunately, they were concerned that the arrangement of the kitchen would make it difficult for someone in the living room to hear the TV if someone in the kitchen was running the garbage disposal.

I don't think they really wanted to move.

When we were looking at houses in the early 2010's, we went to see what we thought was a realy nice house. The listing did not show any pics of the finished basement. We toured the upstairs and were very happy. Then we went downstairs. The stucco on the walls was the hard icing kind, which had been pulled outwards into sharp points so that, if you had fallen down the stairs, you would have impaled yourself. There was a wet bar made of thousands of pieces of tacky "cowboy" kitch that had padded faux leather (with buttons) on the three surrounding walls. Everything was glued/screwed/nailed to the wall, including the animal heads, and was listed as 'included' with the sale. It smelled....odd. There was a giant shrine to Mary with a water feature, and a ton of plants, embedded in a divider wall. It took up the whole wall and we couldn't figure out how they had run the water supply. There was a bathroom off the wet bar. It was purple. The walls were purple. The floors were purple. All of the porceline was purple and had Russian Oligarch style gold fittings. It matched nicely with the all teal master bedroom ensuite. After about ten minutes of looking at this, our realtor glanced at us, said, "This is too bizarre", and suggested we leave. The house was still on the market a year later.

Loved the house. It fit all our needs. We were pumped. As we were leaving, we stood in the porch to take in the neighborhood. The house directly across the street had built shelves into the windows facing the house we were viewing. The shelves were filled with old creepy dolls staring at the house we were looking at. Hundreds of dull lifeless eyes waiting for you to go to sleep so they could [end] you. They were Sun faded. We noped out of there with our realtor’s blessing. It was 20 years ago and it still freaks me out. Why? Just, why?

During home inspection, one of the bolts that held down the master bedroom ensuite toilet was not installed into the floor strait, thus the bolt holding down the toilet wasn't sitting flush with the base of the toilet. The wife was uncomfortable" sitting on a bent toilet". The husband was furious with the reason. Cancelled the deal anyways. Second home she cancelled because we couldn't confirm if anyone had died in the home. Husband was going to lose his s**t. She ended up liking another home, which I thought was worst than the last one. And in a worst neighborhood. Husband signed quickly incase she changed her mind. Good times... Lol

We had an offer come in for an apartment in Park Slope, NY. Great apartment. Great location. Guy puts in an offer slightly over asking and we're stoked. THEN - he pulls it back because he was freaking out about there being TWO working fireplaces. Apparently, this was causing him anxiety so he went to his therapist to talk about it and they made the decision that it would cause him too much ongoing anxiety to have those fireplaces.

I have no idea why fireplaces would cause anxiety. I saw them as a positive. But anyway - we sold it for slightly less someone else and the guy didn't have to deal with knowing there were fireplaces in his apartment.

Win win.

Buyer loved the house until they opened the upstairs storage space. They screamed and ran downstairs because they found a dead bird. It was a large piece of pink insulation that had fallen down.

My partner was a bit more superstitious than me but not to the point where I ever thought it was odd or obnoxious. Enter the downtown house we both looked at. It was small and old and “quirky”, which I was ok with. It had a pond in the backyard, and I love ponds. So we get to the house and go in. It is extremely segregated- there are many oddly shaped rooms and lots of doors and no hallways and no flow. We get to the kitchen and there is a very narrow and small door leading up to the attic access (I realize now that’s pretty normal for old houses but at the time, my reaction was more “oh neat, like a hidden passage!”) My partner however saw that hidden doorway and got very spooked and just bluntly and suddenly told me and the realtor “I’m Sorry, this house is a no for me, I hate it. I’ll be outside.” We both looked at each other like ??? And I followed him asking him what was wrong. He totally had the heebie jeebies and was almost shivering and was like “I’m not going back in there, there is something really wrong with that house.” I asked him if it was ok if I finished looking at it and he said that was fine, but there was no way in hell we were buying it. The realtor and I finished the tour just fine. I didn’t find anything odd about it at all; it was just a bit of a weird layout, it needed some fixing, and the house had no flow. The pond was neat.

My partner never was able to articulate further on what creeped him out so bad about the house.

We were buying a house in Buffalo while living in Florida. So long distance shopping, with an in-person trip to see the final contenders.

When we arrived, we had about 5 houses on our list. The realtor took us aside and said I have to tell you that a [crime] has been committed in the houses you picked out.

We're like, well which house?

And he said this house and this other house.

Two houses? How did we manage that?

Well, there was a man, and one of the houses was his parent's house, and the other was the house with his wife and kids.

Apparently he [ended] his mom at the one house, [ended] his wife at the second house, and was stopped by a cop for speeding, which saved his dad's life (Dad was at work and he was headed there). Kids were fine, at school, never saw anything. We did tour the houses. They had like big sections of the carpet missing in one of them.

We bought a different house altogether but I still think about one of those houses, bc it was a good house.