On Saturday afternoon I went out to meet the appraiser at the foreclosure I’m purchasing next week. It is right across the street from the property I already own, which is occupied by my new Section 8 tenant. If you remember, my handyman recently warned me that there may be several more adults and kids living there than are on the lease.
I needed to collect the portion of the rent that my Section 8 tenant owes me, so I’d asked her if I could stop by and get it while I was up there to view the other property. She asked me to call ahead so she could have somebody there to meet me, as she would be at work.
So I did call ahead, though she didn’t answer. When I got there I pulled into her driveway and found 3 children playing out front. One of them opened the front door for me and tried to usher me inside, but I told him I wasn’t trying to come in; I was just looking for his mom…or any adult.
The front door opens into the den/kitchen, but it was as dark as night inside except for the glow of the enormous television set. A woman’s head popped up from the couch, and she stumbled sleepily over to greet me. Apparently she is my tenant’s sister and the mother of a few of the superfluous kids outside. I explained that my tenant had told me to stop by to pick up the rent. She didn’t seem to know what I was talking about and tried to dial her sister/my tenant, so I offered to come back in 20 minutes or so.
Meanwhile a second woman appeared from inside and walked me out, wearing no bra under her thin tank and mens briefs as shorts. She started shrieking incomprehensibly at the kids to help her clean up, and they all started picking up the litter that was scattered around the yard. I appreciated her effort, though I wasn’t really concerned about the minimal amount of trash. Then the other woman came out and jumped in her car, saying she was running around the corner to get the rent money from my tenant.
So I walked back across the street and met the appraiser. He finished up early, but I was waiting for my realtor to come and go over the inspection report as we walked through the property. So I stood inside the open front door and spied on my tenant(s) across the street. I counted two women (both her sisters?) and a semi-adult male milling about outside, plus five children, still cleaning up trash and sweeping the driveway (God bless them). The garage door opened at one point and seemed to contain nothing other than a car (as opposed to my handyman’s story about racks of clothing).
They played and ran about normally, and eventually the guy/man drove off and the other woman went back inside. I saw the aunt come back (presumably with the rent), so I went back over. As I approached, I asked one of the kids if he lived there. “Yes. I mean no. We live down the street” he sputtered before running off. Hmmm.
I got the money and went back over to the foreclosure. I relayed the whole story to my realtor who has been a Section 8 landlord for many years. He shrugged and brushed aside my concerns, seeming to think the situation was normal. “That kind of thing is really difficult to enforce.” But what about the wear and tear? Shouldn’t I be concerned? He shook his head. “They are going to tear up the place either way.”
Honestly I don’t care if my tenant’s family members are over there half the time to watch the kids or whatever so my tenant can go to work. The other side of the duplex contains the tenants I’ve had for over a year, and apparently they are related to my new Section 8 tenant as well! So they are probably all helping each other. They all seem nice, the place looks like it’s in good condition, and both sides of the duplex are getting along, so I’m not going to worry about it!