My mother died in February and left a row house in Baltimore. Four of us — me and my three siblings — were supposed to figure it out together, which, if you knew my family, you'd know was already a problem. My brother wanted to sell right away. My sister thought we should rent it out. My youngest brother would go two weeks without answering a text.
The cash buyers found us before we'd even started. Three of them called within two weeks of her passing — I don't know how they find out so fast. One of them knocked on the door twice. He told me the house was maybe worth $80,000 and that the estate was going to complicate things and I should move quickly. I had no way of knowing if that number was even close to accurate.
Someone from our church had a card from Residios. I called mostly because I didn't know who else to call. The woman I spoke with said she wasn't going to try to buy the house, that she'd put together a document with the actual numbers for every option and we could take our time reading it. She said that twice — that there was no deadline except one we chose ourselves.
The review came back and the house was worth considerably more than $80,000. It laid out five options with the real numbers for each — what we'd net, how long it would take, what the costs were. At the end it said we should list with a local agent and gave us three names.
We listed it. The house sold for $171,000. I wish I'd called before the buyers had put a number in my head that I kept second-guessing.
Outcome: Listed with an agent — Residios's recommendation