I’ve had a couple stories before about home foreclosures. In all cases, the police must be there first — before we change the door locks, clean out the stuff left in the place, and fix any mold damage (depending on the contract we’re under). Sometimes the police have to kick down the front door for us, sometimes they have to physically remove people, and sometimes, like last week, there’s nothing for them to do, so they just hang out for awhile while we work.
I never, never, never, ask the police what happened in any foreclosed home. I just want to do my work and go home – I know that every foreclosure story is going to be a bad or sad, and I don’t want to know. I don’t want to hear it. I just need to change the locks, like the home last week, and go home.
But the cop on site last week, without me asking, wanted to tell me what happened in this particular home foreclosure. I tried to say, “Hey man, I’m just here to change the locks.” But he wanted to tell. So I had to listen.
This family wasn’t paying their homeowners association fees and so the association had gotten them evicted. But before the family had to actually be out of the home, the father and son got into a fight. The son got mad and stabbed his dad in the head. Killed him.
I could see all the blood stains on the carpeting near the front door, and the dried blood stains on the front stoop where I was working to change the locks. The father had crawled out the front door after being stabbed, before he died.
My power cord was lying across the front stoop blood stain as I was working and the cop was telling me this.
I can’t believe these things happen. It’s messed up. It’s really really really messed up. And I’m here, however many days later, changing the locks for the foreclosure. It’s all so messed up. The whole thing.
And that’s why with foreclosures I never want to know what happened. I never, never, never ask. It’s never good, it’s always bad or sad. Always.
Before I decided to post this story, I googled “son stabs father in head” to see if the story was in the papers and would give away my location, since I’m sort of anonymous here. There’s so many stories of this happening in so many cities (Port Charlotte, Wyoming, Massachusetts, Illinois….) that I didn’t need to worry about my location anonymity. And that’s messed up too. Really really messed up.