Happy Friday, and welcome to volume three of our “glamorous” series, inspired entirely by the fabulous comments you shared with us on our “Glamorous Life of a Real Estate Agent” post.

So far we’ve shared stories of insect encounters – Lisa Lunger’s tale of roach revenge was voted a clear winner – and we’ve posted some absurd and amusing tales about cops and robbers – the votes are still too close to declare a victor. And now, as we gear up for All Hallows Eve, we thought we would share with you a few tales of the undead.

Venture on if you dare, and declare your vote for the spookiest story. And don’t forget to share your own tale of terror or adventure in a comment below.

Ken Nissley

My current brokerage activities come through the ranks of personal real estate investing and property management. While I have stories related to showings as a Realtor, the property management incidents are quite rich. One that comes to mind is a tenant in a 4-plex called to inform that water was dripping from his ceiling. The tenant residing in the apartment above him is deaf. I arrive, assess the water in the lower apartment, and then proceed to announce my entrance into the apartment above. Since she is deaf, I flash lights on/off, yell, pound on walls (thinking she may sense the vibrations), and ease into the apartment. I find her passed out/asleep/dead sitting naked in the bathtub. She had splashed large amounts of water over the edge of the tub, which then found a way into the apartment below. Is she dead?! I need to check for a pulse. But if she is just asleep and wakes up as I check for pulse, I’ll be a defendant in an assault case. I quickly back out of the bathroom, out of the line of sight, and reach in to flip light switch off/on repeatedly hoping she is NOT dead and that I can awaken her. She wakes, startled, and I exit hastily. Then I text her with a full explanation of why I was in her apartment. She did not renew her lease.

Patti Henderson

Several months ago I was showing property in a rural area. Following showing protocol, I made my showing appointment and had it confirmed that it was okay to show this property. Upon arriving to the property I notice a car in the driveway. Suspecting that someone might be home I rang the doorbell several times and made a lot of noise when entering the property. No one came to the door, and the house was completely quiet. Upon entering one of the bedrooms my buyer/client notices that there is an older woman in the bed. I repeatedly call out to her with no response. I fear the worst… that she is not alive. I ask my clients to step out on the porch while I call 911. Within minutes the volunteer fire department, paramedics, and sheriff’s department show up. There are approximately 15 vehicles on a 2 mile long single lane dirt “driveway”. The paramedics go inside the home and start working on this woman. Apparently she wasn’t deceased at all… just highly intoxicated by some unknown substance. She regains consciousness and jumps up, grabs her gun and states she is going to shoot all of us for trespassing on her property. Firemen, paramedics, and the sheriff’s department all scatter and jump into their emergency vehicles in an attempt to get away. Remember that one lane dirt driveway? I am at the front of the driveway – right next to the front porch, blocked in by all those large emergency vehicles. It took forever for them to get the vehicles turned around on that one lane drive. I thought I was never going to get out of there (alive)! I actually have a photo of my car stuck in front of all those emergency vehicles with their lights flashing. Hate I can’t post it! It was nerve-wracking when it happened, but now I can’t think about the experience without laughing out loud and shaking my head in disbelief.

Brad Manning

My day of previewing properties was as normal as ever until I went inside a cute vacant home listed by a fellow agent in my office. While going through the master bedroom, I opened the closet and there on the floor, rolled up in an old carpet was the body of a woman! At first I was startled, then after getting my bearings back I gently nudged the body with my foot and SURPRISE!! Her eyes opened up and she stared right at me! I said “What are you doing in here?” and she said “I was sleeping!” I asked her who she was and she replied that she was the owner. I called the agent and she said it was true and that the woman was known to be “a bit unstable”. DO YOU THINK!!!!! Needless to say, I left and didn’t show that house again.

Which spooky tale made your spine tingle?