My former house had foundation issues. It was actually incredulous. I heard a noise one day and walked outside to literally witness the foundation coming apart horizontally all along one side. I felt like I was in a disaster movie, and it was hard getting people to believe it. But it happened just as I explain here. The earth under the home was just moving. I watched the crack progress down the entire side and I felt like I was in an earthquake. No one else near me seemed affected.
On the advice of someone that I knew in homebuilding, I watered the foundation extensively for two weeks and most of the concrete went back down. But there were plumbing issues, and other problems because of that. I had endless slab leaks.
Another time, I heard this horrid noise coming from inside the house. Like a high pitched steam type noise. I ran around frantically trying to find out where it was coming from. I was in a panic. Then I went outside and witnessed a garden hose shoot off an attachment. I had turned the water off at the attachment, but had forgotten to turn it off at the faucet and the pressure had built up. But would that have happened in a normal situation? I know plenty of people who routinely turn off the water at the hose attachment and don't bother to turn the faucet off. Guess I was just "lucky", right? Again, getting people to believe me was hard. But I saw it happen. Once the attachment was expelled, the noise stopped. Took me hours to calm down.
I have stories to tell that would make the Amityville Horror house look tame. I honestly felt like the house was cursed to some degree. But the house also had a sweet spot as I'd raised my child there, and it had always protected us from weather, etc. When I was finally able to sell it, I sold it to an investor and I was candid about the issues. I didn't want karma biting me for being dishonest. I made very little money on the sale, but all I had wanted to do was to get out from under the mortgage, and I was successful in doing that. For that, I am eternally grateful.
I don't know why I stress so much over it all. But I think when you've experienced a lot of it, and you've been through the people who aren't honest, and you just want to be able to be at home and feel safe - then you honestly do develop a form of PTSD.
I am grateful to have been able to move. I still go back occasionally and see the former house. It has this one big red oak tree in the front yard that I nurtured from a sprig and I like seeing that the tree is doing well. The house is now used as an Air BNB, and I am glad that the purchaser found a use for it, and glad that I was honest.
I have the termite guy coming next week. I'll be on pins and needles until I know what it's going to cost and what all will be involved in getting it handled. But that's life, I guess.
Wishing you well, and uneventful peace.
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