A Lonely Man and a Murder Investigation With a Gal Pal Made 2025 Funny and Memorable
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When the year began, I thought this might be the time when I run out of crazy homes to write about. I mean, how many living rooms can there be with stripper poles so you can workout while you watch “The Price is Right”? Apparently there were enough that I have reached a point where I have gotten choosy about the stripper poles. “They’re not strippery enough,” I think to myself.
I remain forever grateful to CandysDirt.com for giving me the opportunity to write and kid about these homes. I am even more grateful to everyone who reads my musings and especially to those who take the time to leave a comment. I hope all the homes I wrote about sold above the asking price.
Please know that I wish you and your families a holiday season filled with peace, grace, and love. May the best of your past be the worst of your future as we ring in 2026! I’ll be looking for you next Wednesday. Until then, here is a list of some of my favorite Wednesday WTF homes for 2025.
This Pennsylvania Home Experienced the Most Absurd Renovations in the History of Real Estate
There are times when I wake up in the morning, and I feel completely up for a challenge. Bring it on, as they say. Well, great big donkey that I am, I said such an absurd thing when looking at the house featured in this column.
It turns out that I, indeed, do not want anything brought to me. There are 98 photos in the listing, and I’ve downloaded 36 of them. That is a lot of photos all the way around, and truly, absolutely absurd, but so is this house.
The Eyes Have It. This Wisconsin Home Is Certified Creepy
When the Gusman and I moved to Dallas in 1995, we lived in a duplex behind the Lovers Lane Antique Market. Behind their building was a massive statue of Daniel Boone that was for sale. Because of the fence that separated our street from their property, we could only see Daniel Boone from the shoulders up. This statue was so tall that whenever we looked out of our bedroom windows, there was Daniel, complete with coon skin cap, staring right back at us. It was creepy as hell, but the rent was really cheap, so there was a trade-off.
Fast forward two years. The Gusman and I are getting ready for bed when we see this orange hue outside our blinds. Looking out the windows we could see that not only was the Antique Market on fire but so was Daniel Boone. He went up like a Roman candle. He stood there with the same dead eyes he always had as the flames got larger and closer to his face. The neighbors who were standing on our porch to watch the show kept murmuring, “El Diablo, El Diablo en fuego.”
It only seems appropriate that on the 30-year anniversary of the burning of El Diablo that I find a house where Daniel Boone could have lived out his peeping Tom life in peace. All I have to say is brace.
Opa! This California Home Is Just Like Visiting the Greek Isles With a Sad, Lonely Man
Opa! We are going to Greece my peoples. The Mediterranean calls, and we must go. There is a home there that must be seen. Opa!
What’s the matter my peoples? Why are you being so low energy? Is it because you know that I promise these great trips only to end up in Oklahoma at some tacky Greek-ish house. I would not do that to you, I promise. We are not going to Oklahoma. We are actually going to Greece-Van Nuys, California to look at a tacky Greek-ish style home. Okay, Van Nuys. We’re going to Van Nuys. At least it’s not Oklahoma.
Mimi + Shelby Investigate: The Rhode Island Castle That Practically Screams Murder
For this Wednesday WTF, you are getting a fabulous 2-for-1 deal because not only are you getting my world-famous witticisms regarding this piece of real estate, but my wonderful Executive Editor Shelby Skrhak is getting in on the fun. You are really lucky because Shelby is a renowned murder fan. Sorry, I left out podcast there. She’s a murder podcast fan.
I had no choice but to call in backup. You can smell the house if you take a deep breath. Yeah baby, it’s that good. Not only does it reek of Pall Malls and cheap scotch, but this place participated in the demise of numerous people, maybe.
What makes this house a dead ringer (ba dum dum) as a murder house? It is located in the wee state of Rhode Island, and it is known as Kays Castle. We all know castles are drafty. No way the inhabitants avoided catching a wicked chest cold as they were trying to outrun the psycho killers.
I Have a Sinking Feeling This Illinois Property Will Not Be on the Market for Long
One of my oldest dreams is to own a home at the beach. The sound of the waves on the shore is just my little slice of heaven. Over the years, I have redefined my dreams. It went from a beachfront property to just plain, old waterfront property and it is quickly sliding into sitting in a chair with my toes in a kiddie pool.
This is more within my budget without a doubt. I can get a bag or two of sand to place around my kiddie pool and boom, a makeshift beach if I use my imagination. Turns out my dreams come with a hefty price tag. Or at least I thought so until I came across the house featured in this week’s column. My dream lives!!!
Now if you’re thinking there’s a catch to all of this, then you must have read my Wednesday WTF column before. For me to live in this house, I will need some arm floaties.
