Reddit user DubwooferMusic recalls, “My Grandpa called me to ask me to help clean out his deceased brother’s house. I had never been there, but I agreed. As we were driving up the lane, I noticed there was quite a bit of trash in the yard. We got out of the car and went in through the garage since that was the only door that would actually open. This guy had an old Rolls Royce — not sure how he was able to afford it — that was filled to the brim with papers in every seat except for the driver’s seat, which looked like it had been completely eaten away by mice.
Once we were in the house, things didn’t look much better. It was a two-story house, and the first floor was filled nearly to the ceiling with papers. He had been an artist and had thousands of sketches in his house, literally. The upstairs was completely different. The floor was completely empty. There was absolutely no furniture or anything. It was completely bare. The walls of the entire 2nd floor, however, were completely covered with paintings and sketches, from ceiling to floor. I was only able to see part of the upstairs because the floor had rotted and collapsed in the majority of the rooms. It was still pretty interesting, though.”
“My great aunt hoarded porcelain dolls. She ordered them from some TV programs constantly and paid hundreds for some of them. Her house was like a maze of dolls covering every possible surface. When I was little, she brought me through it to pick anyone I wanted to take home with me, and I was excited at the time. I remember trying to find the one I originally liked after going through the whole house, and I just couldn’t pick it out again because I couldn’t tell which it was. It was sad. I still have the doll I ended up choosing, though.”
It is a good thing Reddit user gingeroh is not afraid of dolls, or else her aunt’s house would have been off-limits. One saving grace of this hoarding story is that there is little to no garbage. When you don’t have to deal with waste, you also don’t have to deal with the smells, bugs, or rodents, so this is a win-win situation. A little creepy but still better than garbage. It is hard to imagine how many dolls there were in this house, but there were so many that the Reddit user couldn’t find the doll she wanted… that’s a lot.
This Reddit user, swamperloader, has a bit of a different story than we have heard so far. It doesn’t have to do with any family, friends, friends of friends, or distant relatives. This story actually has to do with his job as a mover. Dealing with hoarders would be a risk you would have to take if you wanted to work for a moving company. However, the moving company should provide all the necessary sanitary equipment you would need for a job like this. Thankfully, it sounds like this story is boxed new items that the hoarder has saved and not trash.
“Furniture mover here; pulled up to a small one-bedroom basement apartment, and thought, “Oh, yeah, easy day.” Wrong. When we walked in, the place was stacked floor to ceiling with brand new in box furniture, with tiny isles in it that you had to walk sideways to get through. The customer was an elderly lady who had been collecting it for years and years, saving it to retire into a really large country house in the middle of nowhere.” Hopefully, this older woman got to enjoy her new furniture, out of the box, in her new country home.
Reddit user bernanner recounts, “Get ready. It’s long. I had some family friends for a long time, even before I started school. The slow progression of their hoarding was something to see. Little things, habits were where it started, and then those seemed to spiral out of control. Some of the things I saw were just disgusting. Toilet paper was never on the roll. But when you picked it up to use it, there were used tissues inside the roll from where someone blew their nose. The washer and dryer in the bathroom were always covered in clothes. Soon, it seemed like they just bought more instead of doing laundry. I remember as a teenager using their bathroom and used pads would be open on top of the trash.
It was hard for me to keep track of how many animals they have: fish, a bird or two, cats, and dogs everywhere. They once got in trouble for a horse in the backyard in the city. They have farm property with more cats and dogs, horses, and goats. On their farm, they built a house about 20 years ago. Outside was finished, but inside never was. It’s full of stuff and would require a lot of cleanups. At some point, the house in town closed on the porch. We watched that extra room fill up. The last time I stayed there, I was probably 13. I’d wrecked my bike, and they offered me band-aids that were soaking in the water on the kitchen counter. I declined. I ate tuna out of the can and yogurt because of the pre-closed seal. That night, I saw meal worms crawling through my friend’s carpet. I went home, and my elbow was infected. Super painful.”