I spent two months working with a buyer who had exactly one requirement: "I'll know it when I see it." That was the entire brief. No price range, no preferred neighborhood, no bedroom count. Just vibes. So I showed her everything. Condos, colonials, mid-century ranches, a converted barn. After each showing, she'd just shake her head slowly and say something cryptic like "the energy isn't speaking to me" or "this house has secrets." Finally, FINALLY, she walks into a perfectly normal split-level and gasps. Tears in her eyes. "This is the one. I can feel my future here." We write the offer that night. Inspection goes fine. Appraisal comes back clean. I'm mentally spending my commission. Three days before closing, she calls me at 11 PM to say her psychic advised her against the purchase because Mercury was in retrograde and the house number adds up to seven, which apparently conflicts with her life path. She's currently texting me listings she finds on Zillow asking if any of them "feel like an eight."