💀 LettingJuice: When Letting Agents Go Full Ghost | Homesty

“LettingJuice, LettingJuice, LettingJuice!”

A Homesty parody movie of the month of a hauntingly bad letting experience.

It started with a simple question.

“How hard can it be to rent out my flat?”

Barry (our landlord protagonist) thought he’d save time by calling in an expert. He didn’t know what he was about to unleash.

Scene 1: The Summoning

One quiet Tuesday, Barry stood before his laptop, holding a mug of cold instant coffee.
The letting world felt spooky.
Mysterious fees.
Vanishing deposits.
Ghostly communication.

In desperation, he whispered the name he’d seen on the billboard down the road:

“LettingJuice... LettingJuice... LettingJuice.”

CRACK!
A puff of stale Paco Rabanne smell filled the room.

There he was.
Plaid suit. Greasy grin. Clipboard in one hand, contract in the other.

“You called? I’m your new agent! Just sign here, and I’ll handle everything.”

Barry blinked.

“Everything?”
“Absolutely! Marketing, viewings, rent collection, soul harvesting — the works!”

Scene 2: The Haunting

At first, it seemed fine.
Then the hauntings began.

Tenants complained the Wi-Fi was possessed.
The rent arrived two months late — in coins.
Every time Barry asked for an update, LettingJuice appeared uninvited, shouting,

“Don’t worry, champ, we’re on it!”

He wasn’t.

Calls went unanswered.
Fees appeared out of nowhere like supernatural mist:

“Admin fee – £249”
“Check-out fee – £120”
“Existential dread surcharge – £45”

Barry realised he’d made a terrible mistake.

Scene 3: The Escape

He tried to banish the agent.
He called. He emailed.
He even sent a letter by recorded delivery (dark magic, in today’s world).

But LettingJuice always came back.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily! You signed the 36-month exclusive!”

Barry was trapped.
Or so he thought.

One night, scrolling in despair, he found something.
A new kind of platform.
No hauntings. No hidden fees. Just people connecting directly.

“Homesty?” he whispered.

A warm glow filled the room.
No clipboards. No contracts in 6pt font.
Just an app that said:

Find your tenant. Match. Sign. Rent.

Scene 4: Freedom

The next morning, Barry broke free.
He self-managed.
He listed his property.
He met a great tenant.

No ghosts.
No LettingJuice.
Just humans doing housing properly.

And as the sun rose, he smiled and said:

“Never again.”

Epilogue: The Final Warning

Some say if you stand in front of a letting agency mirror and whisper his name three times, LettingJuice still appears — holding a broken clipboard and muttering about “market conditions.”

But Barry?
He sleeps easy now.
Because with Homesty, moving starts with a connection — not a haunting.

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