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I used to get cold calls about selling my house, daily. I finally started just waiting for them to confirm that is what they are calling about and tell them I want 5 times the market value. They now only call like once or twice every 6 months.
There was this asshole who wanted to buy my grandparents' house after they both died. He'd text my sister, brother, dad, maybe even my mom. Fortunately not me. It's so insidious because he probably got all the info from my grandfather's obituary. He just needed our names and town and then could look up the phone numbers on those "people search" sites or phone books. The house hadn't even been put on sale yet, and we were not the executors. What kind of sicko reads the obits so they can buy a house? And doesn't even bother to go through a realtor or attend an open house when the time comes. The gall of some people is unbelievable. I'm glad my uncle gave it to one of the first families that formally offered after attending the open house.