Her daughter started asking questions. That's how it started. The mom is in the kitchen opening cabinets, which fine, that's what you do at an open house, and the daughter, maybe 8 or 9, she's in the master bathroom and I hear her go "Mom why is there a camera in here." And my stomach just drops. I go in there and she's pointing at the smoke detector. And it's not a camera, it's just a smoke detector, but now I'm looking at it and I'm like wait is that a camera? Because the sellers, they're weird. They insisted on being home for the first showing which is already a red flag and the husband kept following people around. So now I'm standing on the toilet trying to get a closer look at this smoke detector and the mom comes in and she's got her phone out already, like filming me, and she goes "I'm documenting this." Documenting what? I'm trying to figure out if your kid found a hidden camera, I'm on your side here. It wasn't a camera. It was just a smoke detector with a little light on it. But then I had to call my broker because the mom posted something on her neighborhood Facebook group about "suspicious devices" at the open house and tagged the listing. Three people cancelled their appointments. The sellers blamed me for not "controlling the narrative." The house sat for 12 more days. They ended up taking an offer 15 thousand under asking. The daughter was right to ask though. You should always ask.