I was working on a Saturday in North Las Vegas, I will tell you nothing good come from North Las Vegas. The police are meaner too. I have been pulled out of my vehicle by police there for a fix-it ticket and to my surprise I had to go to court and pay a fine for a fix-it ticket. That made me mad. A $400 fine for some trailer deficiencies. I was in the foreclosure industry securing properties during the 2007-2008 economic crash. I had too much work and was at a property I had locked up before. When I got to the front door I noticed it was unlocked. My work order was to remove some hazards from the property. As I moved toward the garage I past a bedroom on the right. My peripheral noticed something unusual. I entered the room slowly as the young man came in to view. My heart was pounding now. He was kneeling on a large blue plastic storage lid and his eyes were closed. This young black man was inside the closet. There was a belt around his neck tied to the coat hanger bar. Beside him was a clear gallon water jug 1/3 filled with pink punch. I slowly moved forward to poke the body. I felt like at any second the young man would open his eyes. I was one inch away and stopped. I was afraid to touch him. I knew he was dead, but it looked like he was faking it at the same time. I backed up and noticed the urine stain on his pants. After about a minute to gather my thoughts I called 911. I found myself in the front yard waiting when the first police car blew past the cul-de-sac sirens blazing. Then a second squad car flew past. The fourth squad car pulled in and the officer said, “We have a shooting down the road someone will be with you shortly.” peeling out he sped off. 5 minutes later a young officer showed up bummed he was called to help me and not the exciting shooting down the road.
I gave my statement 4 different times and hung around 3 hours till I was released. For the next 2 weeks the image of the dead body haunted me when I turned the lights off and walked though the house in darkness, his image floated in the upper right corner. Even though I knew it was just my imagination from the unique experience I still felt fear.
Foreclosures were a wild ride in my life. In the 5000 homes I worked on this one is the most memorable. In fact I started carrying concealed after this event which I find funny that the dead who could cause me no harm made me want to protect my self but the angry people I dealt with never bothered me.