We closed on Tuesday, August 12th. (need to check that date).
It was a REO / foreclosure. The place was ugly but structurally sound. We had been into it with the real estate agent, and without hte real estate agent. We had the key to the lockbox.
So we own it. We go by, and open up the lockbox. Cool. Got the keys. Hmm, the deadbolt is locked on the front door. There's no key for it. The key doesn't fit any of the other locks. Damn.
We regroup. Joe, our landlord at the previous place, comes over and helps us break-in.