A year ago, when my landlord of eight years gave me not more than the month of February to vacate the premises, (he would then utilize for storage having lost his own lease) I panicked.
My job didn't begin to cover my most immediate expenses, never mind the astronomical funds it would take to satisfy securities and so forth!
Desperate, I approached Clayton Homes. After all, on any given day, including this one, there are multiple advertisements assuring the public at large that they needed neither a down payment or good credit to own the home of their dreams in a timely manner.
(Yes, I fell for it, hence the report I'm writing to you now.)
First of all, no money down stripped me of the measley fifteen hundred I had left in this world. Needless to say, I had to sell virtually everything else to make up the fifteen hundred dollar difference. When a letter from Iron Station arrived, welcoming me to the neighborhood, I thought it would take a fleet of forklifts to raise my chin off of the floor! Until that moment, I had no idea that was my new address.
I'd never stepped foot on it! But that wasn't the worst of.By the time Clayton's staff finished with me, the low monthly payment they guarentee in the newspapers daily, turned out to be twice what I could afford, (a fact I learned five minutes prior to signing).
The thirty year note, surprise, was really seven in disguise. Thirty days stretched into four months, by which time, my landlord had served me with papers and was seeking a judgement. (that'll help with the bank in seven years, right?)
And the house? I could go on for days! Doors throughout the house, including the exterior, wouldn't open or close, entire walls were without power, the circuit panel sparked from loose/hanging wires, my septic system was not backfilled completely, shower stalls are cracked, and much, much more! Have they promised, in writing, to fix the house? Of course, as soon as Consumer Affairs sent them a letter. Have they fixed the house? No. Not even close! What was the last thing I heard from their office? Get this... My warranty has expired.
Buyer... Beware, be weary, be anywhere but Clayton's!
They all own boots and they aren't afraid to put them to you!
Crystal
Cherryville, North Carolina
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