I showed a buyer a house last month that checked every single box on her list. Updated kitchen, fenced yard, three bedrooms, under budget, great school district. She loved it. Walked through twice, took measurements for furniture, talked about paint colors. I'm mentally calculating my commission. Then she asks if she can bring her psychic. I say sure, because at this point I've learned to just say yes to everything. The psychic shows up two days later, walks through the house for maybe four minutes, then announces that the energy in the guest bathroom is "confrontational" and the spirit of a former owner doesn't approve of my client's career choices. Deal's dead. She won't even consider it anymore. I asked what the spirit's objection was specifically. Apparently it doesn't respect marketing as a profession. We've looked at twelve more houses since then. The psychic has rejected nine of them. One had "aggressive baseboards." I don't know what that means. I've stopped asking questions. I just drive and unlock doors and wait for the spiritual verdict. My soul leaves my body a little more each showing.