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