Creepy was the word that came to my mind when I found the house on Trulia. Not the kind of word I wanted to think about my first house. We spent two years living in the servant quarters of an old mansion-turned-college-dorm rumored to be haunted and padded with ghosts, and while I appreciated the free housing and the ancient charm and endless dust of the place, a few nights by myself in there during a thunderstorm in mid summer was enough to make me want to move far, far away from the creepy factor.
We looked at it anyway, because our realtor told us it had potential. She told us not to be turned off by the smelly, damp carpets or dark rooms or the red shag because this place had that magic word potential. Luckily for her Andrew and I had been through a major binge recently of Fixer Upper and Chip and Joanna had turned Potential into our new favorite idea.