The Thomas family were like just any other typical Wigan family
There was mum, dad, two young children and a black cat called Lucky.
They were popular with their neighbours and active members of the local community.
That’s why many were disappointed to learn they were selling up and moving on due to Mr Thomas getting a new job in another part of the country.
They called in three estate agents to value their home.
The first two agents were both likeable and presentable.
Their valuations were similar give or take a few quid
Everything seemed to be going to plan, until the third agent turned up 
He was due to arrive at 3 pm but rang to inform Mr and Mrs Thomas that he wouldn’t be able to get there until later in the evening.
The doorbell rang at 8 pm, and Mr Thomas opened it. The agent, let’s call him Damian, stepped out of the shadows into the light, and the reflection from his pearly white teeth and shiny shoes momentarily stunned Mr T.
The next 20 minutes were a blur. Damian with the dazzling gnashers was devilishly charming and talked in an almost hypnotic way. 
He gave a valuation of £20,000 more than the other two agents. He lowered his voice, which made the couple lean in and then he said, ‘I have dozens of people looking for a home like yours, it’ll be sold in no time at all.’ 
The Thomases signed a contract with a six week notice period on the spot instructing Damian’s agency to sell the property.
Looking back, Mrs Thomas said she had felt blinded by the smile, the shoes, and the promised sales price.
As Damian walked down the path whistling softly, a Black crow landed on the family car.
Was this an omen?
‘Something doesn’t feel right’ said Mr Thomas a day after the visit.
‘I know what you mean dad’ said Evie the couple’s 8-year-old.
‘That weird man didn’t have a shadow when he stood by our lamp.
They never saw Damian again after that.
His office always said he was unavailable when they called for an update.
But he wasn’t the only thing that couldn’t be found.
The price scaring off buyers, the family home attracted very little interest.
It was sat in the wrong price band for a property of its type due to the extra £20,000 Damian had mysteriously added.
The poor communication from their agency and the lack of viewings was a nightmare for the family.
They couldn’t sell, they couldn’t buy, this caused a horrendous amount of stress for the family.
The moral of their story is be very wary of agents, who promise the earth and deliver a nightmare
There is a happy ending 
The family asked us to provide qualified honest valuation advice, create a new effective marketing plan to sell their property for a Premium Price in just a few weeks.
Whatever happened to the mysterious agent?
Legend has it that he can still be seen out and about around Wigan, plying his dark arts and leaving a trail of homeowner horror stories in his wake.
Thanks for reading with tongue firmly in cheek
All names have been changed to protect the innocent……. and the guilty. 
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sales@alanbatt.co.uk
