Every Monday I walked through a killer's front door.

I worked in a real estate office from 2015-2018. Occasionally, we'd hold an open house for a high end property to target high end buyers. In their infinite wisdom, the company decided it'd be a good idea to have an 18 year old girl (me at the time) man the front door every Monday from 12-6 at a mansion that was on the market for a very long time. This home was in the middle of nowhere in an exclusive gated neighborhood. The scariest part about it all? This wasn't your average home where the family just ups and moved. The mansion was fully decorated and furnished (including dishes and silverware!), but the previous occupants just vanished overnight. Nobody knew why. It was a mystery even to the realtor. But we knew that the owner had died of old age, and their kids inherited the property. <br><br>I imagine you're picturing some dilapidated mansion in the middle of the woods at this point, but no, we're talking modern and shiny with a 3 car garage, a private movie theater, an indoor basketball court, and every room you could think of. This place was a dream come true. <br><br>Up until one fateful Monday. The sky was gloomy and the wind died down, everything was eerily still. It was 2:40 PM, and there hadn't been a single visitor that day. Even the occasional looky-loo or agent that stopped by to chat with me for a bit. I started getting a little spooked, so I decided to explore the house for the first time (I'd always been too busy setting up, taking down, or chatting with people) <br><br>Upstairs, the lights flickered, and that's when I saw it. A woman. She was standing by one of the windows looking out. I discovered later that she was the owner, and the daughter of the man who passed away. I froze. She didn't notice me. I slowly backed up and ran for the front door. I didn't even grab my things. I stepped outside through the front door, shut it, and pulled out my phone to call my father to come pick me up. <br><br>"Hi, is the open house still going on? I'm trying to look at properties in the area and it's my only chance today."<br><br>A father and his son were standing at the front gate, which was closed and locked. I pulled my shit together and walked towards them, playing it cool. <br><br>"It's, uh, yeah it isn't until 6. You're more than welcome to look around." As I was walking back to the front door, I turned around, and sure enough, she was standing in the window looking at us. <br><br>The father and son went inside, and I began to panic and pack my things. A few minutes later, the father came out. <br><br>"Ma'am, do you have the listing sheet for this property? We'd really like to take a look at it in more detail."<br><br>I gave him the sheet, and he discovered that the asking price was significantly higher than what he had in mind. He asked if it was negotiable, and I told him that their agent could work something out, but they didn't want to go below the asking price. He thanked me, and I asked if he was done looking around, and if I could just lock up and leave. <br><br>"No, my son is in the basement. I'm going to go find him." <br><br>I knew I had to get out of there. I told him I was sick and that I was going home, and I locked up the house and left. <br><br>I never went back. The following Monday, a male agent took my spot, and the third Monday after that was my last day. I left the company in part because I didn't feel comfortable with my job or my boss.<br><br>The property sold 2 months later. 3 years after that, I heard that their son went missing. I'm not sure if they ever found him, but I have a feeling.