The One Where the Tenant Tried to Sell the “Organic” Mystery Smell

 

It was a crisp, fall morning, and I was ready to show an apartment in a building that had, for the most part, a good reputation. The tenants were reliable, the place was usually in decent shape, and I’d never had any major issues. That is, until I walked into Unit 3B.

I unlocked the door to the apartment and immediately got hit by… a smell.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “A bad smell? Pfft, that’s a normal part of the job!” Sure, I’ve encountered the occasional sour fridge or forgotten gym socks, but this wasn’t normal. This was something else. Something deeper. Something that lingered.

I paused for a second, thinking maybe the tenant was burning a strange incense or had left food out. But no, this was something worse. It was a thick, musky, almost putrid smell, like the kind of scent you get when you leave your laundry in the washing machine for a week too long.

Before I could even bring it up, Randy, the prospective tenant, stepped inside and inhaled deeply.

“Whoa,” Randy said, holding his nose. “What’s that smell?”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, I’m not sure. I was hoping you could help me figure that out. I’m going to make a note to get it checked out right away.”

Randy waved me off. “I’m sure it’s fine. Every place has its… quirks, right?”

I nodded, trying to stay professional. “Of course! Every place has its character. Let me show you the living room.”

We moved further into the apartment, but the smell was following us. If anything, it was getting worse. As I led him down the hallway, Randy’s face twisted in confusion.

“So, this place is a two-bedroom, right?” he asked, eyeing the rooms as we passed. “The place definitely feels bigger than it looks on the listing.”

I nodded, trying not to let my nerves show. “It’s a cozy space! Plenty of room for whatever you need.”

He stopped at the door to the second bedroom and, without missing a beat, opened it. He took one step in, then froze.

“Uhhhh…” Randy muttered. “What’s that in the corner?”

I followed his gaze. There, in the far corner of the room, was a large, suspicious-looking stain on the carpet. It looked like someone had spilled something—or, more accurately, something had seeped into the carpet over time.

I walked over and bent down to inspect it. My stomach churned.

“Okay… that’s new,” I said, swallowing hard. “I’ll have maintenance take care of it. Looks like something spilled, but I’ll make sure it’s cleaned up properly.”

Randy’s eyes widened as he crouched down beside me, getting a closer look. “That is weird. It almost looks like—”

And then, before I could stop him, Randy lifted the corner of the carpet with his fingers and pulled it back just a little.

I felt my face go white.

Underneath the carpet was a massive mound of what can only be described as… mold.

It was a thick, greenish-black growth, and it spread across the floor like something out of a science fiction movie. It looked… alive. And it stank to high heaven. The smell was now so overpowering that both of us took a few steps back, coughing.

“Yeah, I think I’ve seen enough,” Randy said, quickly backing out of the room.

I was trying not to hyperventilate. “I—I’m really sorry about that. I had no idea this was under here. I’ll have someone come in and fix it. This is completely unacceptable.”

Randy wasn’t even trying to hide his disgust. “That’s… that’s not just a carpet stain. That’s like… a breeding ground for alien life.”

I couldn’t argue with that. At that point, I was already texting maintenance about the mold situation while Randy was getting his shoes back on.

“You know,” Randy said, standing by the door, “I’m all for some organic living, but I don’t think this is what I had in mind.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think anyone was expecting that.”


Moral of the story? Sometimes, the apartment you think is “perfect” has a few… unexpected surprises lurking underneath. And if you find something moldy? Don’t ever try to hide it. Just be honest, call in the experts, and pray it doesn’t turn into an ecosystem that requires its own zip code.

As for Randy, he passed on the place (understandably). But the mystery smell still haunts me. I may never know what it was. And honestly? I’m okay with that.

Ashley

Hello! My name is Ashley. I have been a leasing agent for 5 years. I wanted to share some of my notes and experiences here for everyone.

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