they shut the door and locked it. i m sure if you opened it up, it would all fall out. looked like stuff you d find digging through the garbage. there was a note in there saying, this is my stuff. do not take it. it s not garbage. this is my stuff. with the camera still rolling the group moves into the neglected home to assess the damage. different places in the house had different things. when you initially walked into the house, it was a breezeway between the garage and the actual main house. that area had junk, laundry bottles, every bottle and just things like that. i ve never seen anything like it in my entire life. this much stuff in such a confined space was mind boggling. it was crazy. it was full of i guess you might want to call debris up to the ceiling just about. bags and bags of stuff. dishes, mail and everything you can imagine. as you moved into the kitchen, the kitchen was stacked with dishes and, you know, cooking utensils and pots and pans. the nasties
with the house in such disorder, jessica finds day-to-day life mentally draining and physically exhausting. it takes ten times more work and effort to do simple things than it should take. to take a shower, you have to get all your stuff from your bedroom, make sure you have your flip flops on, step over your baby gate, walk to the other end of the house. i don t walk around barefoot. i don t want stuff on my feet. it just flat-out grosses me out. to cook anything, i have to go to my fridge in my room, get everything i needed, get all my utensils and bring it into the kitchen to prepare my food, then clean it and take it all back to my room. to sweep and mop, i have to do a quarter to a third of a room at a time. i have to move everything away from where i want to mop, which can take 45 minutes to an hour sometimes. mop, wait for it to dry, put it all back and then do the next section. it s very exhausting and very
drive, ron and melissa alford head out to survey the scene. he welcomed us in and really said the magic words that fix it people love to hear, like ron and myself, which is will you please help me. please, help mow. and what at the find shocks even a team of experienced professionals. this place was one word, abysmal. you had to push the door open with your shoulder to get it open. and enthis you walked around sideways like this to slip in. just get in. and from there, there was just virtually everything, food, clothing, stuff everywhere. the debris in this case was a lot of trash. but also a lot of computer parts. he loved tinkering on computers and taking them apart. just like everything. lunch containers, soda bottles, you name it. anything you could buy at the
as soon as you walked in the front door, the floor is stacked from the floor to the ceiling. i remember having a difficult time walking through the front door and being amazed that she was in a wheelchair. and the first thing i thought is how does she get in and out? the disaster masters make their way around the packed home to assess the severity of the problem. behind the door, up against the wall in the closet, still stacked to the ceiling and little paths back into the living room, kitchen in the back. you could barely walk into the kitchen. it was a mix of construction material like tiles, plaster, to repair walls, tools and things that she had recently purchased as gifts. just a complete mess. everything came home, nothing had a place. she had a sofa sleeper that she was using because she could not walk up the stairs because she had just had knee surgery. and the whole second level was
steam coming out from the methane gas from all the organic material. this stuff was rotting. creating heat. what i saw would make anybody want to vomit. you didn t know if you were looking at a dead possum or if you were looking at just old food. i mean, it was just unrecognizable. the alfords realized that years of dropping food onto the floor had actually created a new higher floor. they eat like this and they watch the tv and when they re done they throw this one here and that one that way, and it stacks up. it s so dense, so packed from, layered, layered, then you walk on it. and you layer it and you walk on it. it was like walking on a floor. you could pound your fist on it. you could break your wrist, and it wasn t just that area. it was throughout the entire bottom floor. in the basement, busted water pipes create a stagnant pool of sludge. they had no heat, and as a