I haven't done much house hunting but when my former roommate and I decided to find a new apartment with 2 bedrooms, we saw a couple of doozies. We each had entry level jobs and not a lot of money, so we were looking in "up and coming" neighborhoods (aka "It will be hot in 15 years!") So we saw some interesting places. We saw some nice and some not so nice places that for whatever reason weren't suitable. These were the most memorable.
The first apartment wasn't bad, per se. But when our apartment hunter guy showed it to us, the family that lived there was right in the middle of dinner. And they also had this really strange wariness about them, like they were going to get in trouble or something. It was so bizarre and
we were completely mortified that we were interrupting their dinner. Then on the way out, some of the local neighborhood boys started shouting that if we moved in, they'd kill us. So we passed on that one.
We found the second one on our own through an ad. Oh my. It was on the top floor of a 2-flat. First, the landlord was almost an hour late and acted like this whole thing was just a huge inconvenience. The apartment had potential at first; a nice sized living room with southern exposure, a decent bedroom and a decent sized bathroom.
Then it went south. There was a dining room but that only existed because the landlord decided no one wants a kitchen and moved the kitchen into the teeny pantry with a short counter, single bowl sink and stove. The fridge was in the dining room. And the stove was blocking the mandatory 2nd exit. When my roommate pointed this out, LL got huffy and said if we needed to get out, just move the stove. DUH.
Oh, and that second bedroom? A closet that didn't even have a door. The current tenants had a twin bed in there and it took up the entire wall with room for little else. LL told us we could just put a dresser in the living room.
Between the obvious fire code violations, the fact that the landlord wasn't giving off a warm and fuzzy vibe and the exorbitant rent, we decided to pass on it. The landlord followed us all the way out to our car, yelling about how much we'd wasted his time.
The third one we also found on our own. It was a good sized place but the rent was a little on the high side and it had about 25 guys living in it. There was this...stench...that neither of us could identify and the place was a tip. Everything was just so dirty and gross that we passed on that one too.