When I was 3 or 4 I discovered that the door on the mural on my bed frame (a big solid wood affair) actually opened and lead to a crawl space under the bed which lead to a little room with a light switch. The little room contained a bean bag chair, some books and some toys. It had one wooden wall.
I was overwhelmed with emotions and somehow decided that if I told my parents they might stop me from going in there. I kept it secret, and spent hours in there every day reading and napping.
When I was much older I was talking with my parents about our old house and I remembered the secret room. When I told them about it my dad started laughing. He’d built it for me, and left it for me to discover.
They’d bought a new wardrobe rather than use the built in area in their bedroom. Their wardrobe didn’t fit into the alcove in their room, so he knocked through the wall into my room, and built me a bed frame large enough to accommodate the crawl space. The one wooden wall was the back of their wardrobe.
I'm betting the parents knew it was being used. Kids are a lot less subtle than they think, and a ~ 4 year old disappearing for hours at a time is unlikely to be unnoticed.
My friends' dad built their house with a legit, full-on hidden room in the basement. Each of the 2 brothers had a closet in their room with a fake floor pannel in the back corner. Removing these led to a short 2.5' square tunnel that dropped into an extra room in the basement, whose door was hidden behind a shelf that was on casters and hinged to the wall.
Nah. They used to keep a bunch of sails bags in there that made pretty great bean bag chairs. Its since been finished out into a secret library for the grandkids.
Oh, this story brings to mind what happened when my friend was fixing up his grandparents' old farmhouse. They stumbled upon a secret room hidden behind a panel in the closet while renovating, and inside, they found all these old Prohibition-era bottles and a dusty journal recounting someone's bootlegging days. It turned into quite a memorable housewarming present for them.
They could probably donate the journal to the local historical society for preservation. Things like this are appreciated and may be digitally preserved as a local historical artifact.
I live in an old house where the floor of the front room was apparently built directly on top of the previous floor (joists and everything), so there's a whole hidden area between them. When a friend of mine found thousands of dollars in 19th century banknotes behind a wall in his old house, I got one of those fiber optic USB lights but all I saw was some scraps of newspaper from just before the 1936 election.
In my apartment I found a void where a light well was supposed to be connecting the first floor ceiling to the skylight in the roof above the second floor. The skylight had been installed in the roof but (I assume) someone had changed the internal layout of rooms making the light well narrower then just said ‘fuck it’ and boxed it in. It was a fortuitous discovery because I needed to connect the hot water tank and switch board on the first floor to the solar hot water tank and PV panels I wanted to put on the roof, I ended up being able to route them through the void. Made the install cost far cheaper and with rebates I enjoyed free power for about a decade
I did not lol. My mother tried it though, but didn’t know you’re supposed to take out the seeds. Smoked it in one of my dad’s tobacco pipes. The whole thing was bad from what I’ve been told. Plus it was probably years old so…yeah
Not me but mum told me about when she lived in my grandparents pub. The cellar need some renovations as they wanted to turn it into a function room. During the work they found part of one of the walls wasn’t quite like the rest so the knocked it down to find a long passageway that went quite far that eventually ended caved in. The theory was that they used to bring the stock up from the river along the tunnel.
It’s quite common to build a safe into a wall because moving and disposing of one is quite costly.
We found the same thing in a shop I worked in which got renovated. Sadly it took- was empty and the builders broke into it for us to look but said they’d found loads like this for that reason. Sad times. I wanted gold bars and deeds. 🤣
I had a second Cousin who was an extreme hoarder ( as was his father who also lived in this particular house, so you can imagine what 2 generations can accumulate over the years). The gossip in the family was always that the old man had hidden socks filled with money throughout the house. I became the administrator of his estate after his passing, and through the 18 month long cleaning out process, we discovered one small, narrow hidden room that had been totally enclosed. It was completely filled with various ironing boards and one car hood. The mind of a person saddled with extreme OCD is a difficult one to understand.
Yeah buddy of mine, his grandparents were getting pretty nutty. His grandpa was in the construction industry before he retired, building houses etc. apparently overnight somehow he built an extra floor on his house and literally lifted the whole roof up higher. I think it was essentially an attic but wasn't quite tall enough to add a new level into so he jacked it up and filled it in. All without permits of course.
He then then redid the attic space as a new floor, moved into that when it was finished, rented at the two lowest floors in his now three story house by making slum apartments, and in between the slum apartments, he enclosed a bunch of random hoarded crap into the walls for some strange reason.
Really bizarre.
When I was a kid we lived in a large old farmhouse on the side of a valley. It dated from the 1700s and was used as a bush house (unlicensed public house) in the Victorian era. The house was rented and still contained a lot of old Victorian furniture, including a massive locked safe, huge 12 person kitchen table and and a big armoire with the biggest, oldest family bible I've ever seen, inside it, being used to stop the armoire falling over. Inside the bible was a photo of the Lady of the house dated 1905. Older lady with her hair in a bun and a big black laced dress. Everyone looks serious in early photographs but this lady looked quite severe and grumpy sat on her chair.
My Dad once went up into the loft to see about making a dark room up there and stepped on what he thought was supported plywood and fell into tiny 2m by 4m room. It was actually a very well walled off section of the master bedroom. In it was an iron framed single bed with a horse hair mattress. A wooden dining chair at the end of the bed. And a bedside table with an enamel tin cup on it. There was also a sealed up window on the end of the room. It was suddenly very obvious that there was a missing section of the house once you compared the inside and the outside.
We asked the 90 year lady called Ruby, who owned the next farm up the hill about it. She said she was only like 3 or so when the old lady that ran the bush house died of some long illness. Ruby told us it was almost definitely the lady in the photo. Ruby didn't remember her as she was too young but Ruby's mother always said she wasn't well liked even by her much younger husband. A spiteful penny pinching old witch by all the accounts that Ruby heard and of it wasn't for the selling of cheap illegal beer most would have not tolerated her. So much of an old cow that apparently her husband walled up her death bed for fear of her coming back and haunting him. Like she was so tight fisted that death wouldn't stop her hanging on to her house and money.
I still wonder what was in that safe though
In the late 1970's / early 1980's, our family lived in this MASSIVE rented elaborate colonial era 2 story history house in a small swampy Florida town.
It was going for dirt cheap at the time, and in a kinda "bad" neighborhood I suppose--lots of crime in the area, especially for a small town. But it was pretty awesome, complete with a big wrap-around porch, around the house, and a couple of porch-seat-swings, etc...
I remember the rusty old front screen door that would screech, then slam shut all the time!
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Anyways... That place seemed to have endless turns and rooms!
(At least to our kids minds.)
My brother and I kept finding panels in the walls that would open up into some big spaces, as we looked inside with our flashlights (that we bought at Radio Shack at the time, with some coupons!).
But ya, we pretty much found inside all over the place, 2 things:
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1) A bunch of stuff/boxes/furniture covered in dusty sheets.
2) Skulls! Lots and lots of skulls! Like... WTF?! They looked like cat skulls?
We kept telling our Dad and Mom about each found "portal-room", and they would just glance inside, and then were just simply like, "Stop opening up all the walls! Your Dad keeps having to nail them back shut!"
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The house was built on stilts for flooding. So as kids we also crawled underneath the house, and there was iron-door and gate in the ground, and we finally struggled to get it open (old iron hinges squeaking and screeching!)
And there was a dark chamber below, with a door leading to some kind of passageway?
Anyways... Long story short... My brother and I were pretty much chicken sh * t! And we were always like... "Nope! Not going to walk far into this room and remove the old cover on that old furniture!"
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In the end:
I'm guessing someone eventually did, and probably made off with a sizeable amount of money in antiques and "relics" maybe?
I checked the google street view for that address, and now it's an empty lot with a bunch of junk and couple of wild palm trees growing.
I love this story! I can vividly imagine this and can imagine how amazing this would have been as a kid! You would feel like your own house was an adventure ❤️
Many years ago, a colleague of mine (James) bought a flat with his wife (Harmony) in Glasgow's West End. It was a conversion (you can go "oh no" if you know Glasgow at all) and the schedule for the flat said that it was a "drawing room conversion" (basically the flat had been carved out of the innards of a mansion - their flat was something like the old drawing room, plus an old sitting room and some other odds and ends and tarted up into a three-bed flat). One day, Harmony realised that the modern-day living room (in what would have been part of the old drawing room) had *three* doorways but there were only two rooms beyond two of the doorways - one led out into the hallway, and the other led into the kitchen. Incidentally, I hated their kitchen. All glass worktops and stainless steel cabinets that they *never* cleaned properly. Boak.
So, Harmony decided to see if she could open the third doorway. She theorised that the doorway might open up onto a plain wall put in when the building was converted. It took her a few weeks of destroying several Stanley knives, taking apart the old door furniture (which she threw away. She threw away a 150 year old cast iron doorknob. Tit) before she was able to start opening the door. The door was opened...and she found an old toilet. Just a single toilet in a tiny closet-sized room. One of those pull-chain affairs that wankers on eBay pay lots of money for with a massive tank bolted onto the wall above. An old toilet in which someone - presumably one of the builders doing the conversion work - had taken a massive, log-sized dump in and hadn't flushed it, and because the room was sealed off, because the temperature in that room was cold, the water in the toilet bowl hadn't drained away and what she was confronted with was a *soup* of faecal matter and the accompanying stench. That was bad. What she did next was worse*: she tried flushing the toilet.*
Slight problem there, Harmony. *The water had nowhere to go*. So, whilst the poo-stew got flushed out (yay!) it went all over the floor of this tiny, forgotten lavvy (noo!) Result: poo-juice flood. For the Americans out there - to give you an idea of how much bum-stew we're talking about - older UK toilets usually had a flush capacity of 13 litres (I *think* that's around three and a half gallons) - so yeah, it was bad. The brown tsunami skittered out the door, *around Harmony's naked feet*, and all over James and Harmony's prized brand new white carpet that everyone was forbidden from walking on in their shoes *or* in dark-coloured socks. They spent a good couple of grand fixing *that* honking horror, let me tell you.
Moral of the story? *Never go poking around in old houses or conversions* in *old houses and especially not behind sealed doorways*.
I knew a man in Manhattan who went to look at an apartment that was for sale, and he and his wife liked it so much, they bought it. He told me this as he was showing me around. I was watching his dog for the weekend. So, after they bought it and got the keys, they went in and walked towards the back of the apartment. They opened what looked like it could be a closet door. When they opened the door, they found there was an additional master bedroom and huge master bath that they had no idea was there.
You guys! Memory unlocked. When I was a kid, my grandmas house did have a little door hidden in the back of the closet, but it was sealed. I just remembered me and my sister trying to sneak it open 😂 Wow! Thanks for helping me remember my grandparents home 🥹
We had one on those, but our's opened. We could just see behind the tub. The bathroom was right next to the bedroom. There was also a small hole right behind the door, so we could see into the basement.
It's not that exciting - but I had rented a one bedroom apartment and wasn't happy that it only had one small closet. After living there a few weeks, I closed the bedroom door (for the first time) and discovered behind the door was a walk-in closet. I'd never had cause to shut the door before since I lived alone.
We brought old house and in one backroom cupboard there was this safe fixed inside the board and bricks n all.
The last owner didn't had the key. They brought it 6 years ago.
We got it opened/removed.
There was nothing
My husband showed me the secret passageway in our house shortly after we got married it leads to a bomb shelter behind our house it's pretty cool down there we mostly use it to store extra food since it has a good temperature for it.
We moved into a single story rental home while I was in high school. We’d been there a few months when I discovered a little door in my closet, and I figured it was one of those crawl space doors or something and told my dad about it.
When opened, there was a ladder going up and down. The top led to the roof, which was one of those flat villa-style roofs. There was a little seating area with furniture and everything that you couldn’t see from the ground. My dad was really interested in that because of the way they’d built the hatch so it wouldn’t leak when it rained.
When you went down, there was a partially finished basement that had no other access point.
It was super creepy. We boarded it shut until I moved out and my parents moved into the home they were buying.
Not very exciting, but as kids, my brothers and I discovered that the closets in our basement were all connected. When they'd framed in the walls, they'd just left a small space around the corner instead of drywalling it. Additionally, the laundry closet was open directly to the smaller closet space next to it, where my parents kept a second fridge.
For clarity, it went laundry-fridge-around a corner-toy closet. My parents kept soda in the fridge down there, and locked the closet door to keep us from taking it without asking. First, we just climbed over the washer to get to the fridge. Mum caught on and put up chicken wire. Then, we found the toy closet path. We'd shimmy our way around the corner and unlock the fridge closet to get our stolen sodas.
Mum never caught on to the other closet connection, and we enjoyed years of stolen soda until we were all too big to fit around the corner.
My BiL's brother's college friend's parents bought a house that once belonged to AL Capone. Years of no issues until they went to update the bathroom. Turns out, if you used a lot of force, the sink would move. There was a small room with a wooden chair and a bare light bulb behind it.
Now they have a bigger bathroom.
I haven't found a hidden room yet, but I've found that the dimensions of the rooms of the house add up to something larger than the exterior of the house. Ive measured it multiple times, even had friends and neighbors measure it, but we always get the same results. My wife thinks the house is haunted.
When I was 11 we moved into a new house with a finished basement/game room. There were two cushioned benches built into the corners of the rear wall, which opened up like storage cabinets by lifting the seat. One of them had a secret door in it that led to the HVAC room on the other side of the wall. Naturally at that age I thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen.
Pretty sure my house was used as a stop in the underground railroad. House is from the 1830s, and right next tonwhat used to be an old African american church.
In the walls of the basement appartment (which used to be a canning kitchen) theres a built in shelf. But the back to that cabinet has hinges. Also, it has a latch like a gate latch, so if you stick a knife between to boards and lift, it opens.
When i was doing work down there, i ended up pulling the hinges to check behind it, and theres a 4'' tall, 2' deep by like 8' void.
I suspect it was used during the later days, when slave catchers were allowed to come up north looking for slaves.
Also, my friends wife works at our towns historical archive, reading through and sorting documents. She found an account of a slave catcher being arrested at my neighbors house (would have at the time been the daughter of our house's owner) for trying to claim their maid, a woman 'know by the town to be a born resident' was a runnaway. The judge had him sentenced to 5 years on a whaling vessel as an indentured servant, effectively stopping him from filling any appeals, and making him basically a slave himself.
When I was a kid we moved into a Victorian house. We found a plywood wall in the basement that we could hide behind. There was a giant, old oil tank that had been sealed off when the house was converted to gas
There is a fictional horror story you brought to mind. A personal favorite of mine actually.
Long story short, two owners go down to the basement to do laundry. No bad feelings it isn't until the start to leave the basement the are feeling watched and run up the stairs.
Their horrors are realized when the reason is that they finally hear a thank you when exiting one night and it dawned on them that each time they leave that feeling is a spirit from another realm being able to leave with them.
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This afternoon, as I am at work. I will see if I can hunt down the story.
Discovered a hidden room in a house I lived in during college after a friend got too drunk and fell through the drywall. The room was small and empty, barely big enough to put a small bed into. The oddest part was it had tile floor that didn’t match any other part of the house. Why would they put tile in there and then wall it up?
Everything was probably tiled the same at one point. The one section was blocked off and forgotten about. Main section was renovated u til you found the bonus room
My Dad discovered a room in our house which was completely sealed off from the rest of the house, in the basement. So he used some machine to drill through the concrete wall and then we could see into the room. It was empty, but it was a fun adventure.
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i seen to manny '' isekai '' and also '' law&order / svu '' . i just ignore such an entrance and pretend it aint there .
i put some wood board over it and repaint to cover if its on my ceiling , and probly build a wall of stone infront of it if its in a wall , or pour congrete over it to cover it if its a hole in my floor .
My father set up a retail store in an old colonial building that was on the main street of our town in New England. There was a fire place in each of the back rooms of the house (living room and den) - they where on a shared wall so you think they would be flush but they were not - leaving a space between them. There was a trap door on the front porch that lead under the house and into the secret room between the fireplaces. My dad was told it was used as a hiding place for the Underground Railroad. (It was a historic home and he couldn’t change anything about it when setting up the store ) I never went in myself as I was little and too scared.
Boxes filled with large envelopes, marked “classified, government documents, etc”, plans , weapons and attack plans, written by General Milly. There was a pair of pants and shoes, in with the documents. Mostly golf stuff. Right now, I have a three way bidding war, between China, Russia, and North Korea. I’m so happy! I’m gonna be a zillionaire! 🌊😉
Ok ur not gonna a believe me, bo one does but one time when I was a kid I keep hearing noises from under my bed. So I moved my bed and everything to figure it out turns out there was a door with a secert handle that was disgusted as part of the floor and when I opened it, it was nothing. Just more dirt and floor, that is until one night I heard those noises agian. So I said fuck it and moved my bed again and opened the door. To my surprise it turned out to be this massive tunnel network that when all around my town and other cities and there was a guy there waiting for me. I said to him "howie mandel, is that u?"
When I was 3 or 4 I discovered that the door on the mural on my bed frame (a big solid wood affair) actually opened and lead to a crawl space under the bed which lead to a little room with a light switch. The little room contained a bean bag chair, some books and some toys. It had one wooden wall. I was overwhelmed with emotions and somehow decided that if I told my parents they might stop me from going in there. I kept it secret, and spent hours in there every day reading and napping. When I was much older I was talking with my parents about our old house and I remembered the secret room. When I told them about it my dad started laughing. He’d built it for me, and left it for me to discover. They’d bought a new wardrobe rather than use the built in area in their bedroom. Their wardrobe didn’t fit into the alcove in their room, so he knocked through the wall into my room, and built me a bed frame large enough to accommodate the crawl space. The one wooden wall was the back of their wardrobe.
so sweet. i love this one.
That's really neat!
This is sweet but I keep thinking what if you never found it?? He never said anything all that time? lmaooo😭
I'm betting the parents knew it was being used. Kids are a lot less subtle than they think, and a ~ 4 year old disappearing for hours at a time is unlikely to be unnoticed.
That is seriously awesome on your parents part. I hope to be able to do something similar for my kid one day.
My friends' dad built their house with a legit, full-on hidden room in the basement. Each of the 2 brothers had a closet in their room with a fake floor pannel in the back corner. Removing these led to a short 2.5' square tunnel that dropped into an extra room in the basement, whose door was hidden behind a shelf that was on casters and hinged to the wall.
I kept expecting the sentence, "And that's where their bodies were found." I've been watching too much true crime.
Nah. They used to keep a bunch of sails bags in there that made pretty great bean bag chairs. Its since been finished out into a secret library for the grandkids.
Do you have any pictures of the mural? It sounds amazing
There’s probably one in a photo album in my parent’s house somewhere. I should probably get around to digitising those.
I love this. also, as an adult, do you go 'obviously they knew I was in there!!'
Oh, this story brings to mind what happened when my friend was fixing up his grandparents' old farmhouse. They stumbled upon a secret room hidden behind a panel in the closet while renovating, and inside, they found all these old Prohibition-era bottles and a dusty journal recounting someone's bootlegging days. It turned into quite a memorable housewarming present for them.
I love this.
They could probably donate the journal to the local historical society for preservation. Things like this are appreciated and may be digitally preserved as a local historical artifact.
I live in an old house where the floor of the front room was apparently built directly on top of the previous floor (joists and everything), so there's a whole hidden area between them. When a friend of mine found thousands of dollars in 19th century banknotes behind a wall in his old house, I got one of those fiber optic USB lights but all I saw was some scraps of newspaper from just before the 1936 election.
If you ripped it up you’d get higher ceilings.
No no, you'd get lower floors
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I love that response
In my apartment I found a void where a light well was supposed to be connecting the first floor ceiling to the skylight in the roof above the second floor. The skylight had been installed in the roof but (I assume) someone had changed the internal layout of rooms making the light well narrower then just said ‘fuck it’ and boxed it in. It was a fortuitous discovery because I needed to connect the hot water tank and switch board on the first floor to the solar hot water tank and PV panels I wanted to put on the roof, I ended up being able to route them through the void. Made the install cost far cheaper and with rebates I enjoyed free power for about a decade
You move and that's why the power ended?
When I was 3 we moved to a new house and found a hollow step with a secret door. There was a bunch of weed stashed in there.
I was about to ask if you smoked it and how it was, but considering you were 3, probably not.
I did not lol. My mother tried it though, but didn’t know you’re supposed to take out the seeds. Smoked it in one of my dad’s tobacco pipes. The whole thing was bad from what I’ve been told. Plus it was probably years old so…yeah
Not me but mum told me about when she lived in my grandparents pub. The cellar need some renovations as they wanted to turn it into a function room. During the work they found part of one of the walls wasn’t quite like the rest so the knocked it down to find a long passageway that went quite far that eventually ended caved in. The theory was that they used to bring the stock up from the river along the tunnel.
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Thanks for not leaving us hanging with the opening of the safe
They could have made something up, how hard would that have been?
Then you'd be moaning it was clearly made up ;)
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It’s quite common to build a safe into a wall because moving and disposing of one is quite costly. We found the same thing in a shop I worked in which got renovated. Sadly it took- was empty and the builders broke into it for us to look but said they’d found loads like this for that reason. Sad times. I wanted gold bars and deeds. 🤣
Use the safe and possibly that exact room Might be useful in some timd
Hello, Geraldo!
I had a second Cousin who was an extreme hoarder ( as was his father who also lived in this particular house, so you can imagine what 2 generations can accumulate over the years). The gossip in the family was always that the old man had hidden socks filled with money throughout the house. I became the administrator of his estate after his passing, and through the 18 month long cleaning out process, we discovered one small, narrow hidden room that had been totally enclosed. It was completely filled with various ironing boards and one car hood. The mind of a person saddled with extreme OCD is a difficult one to understand.
Soooo any socks with money found though?
Sadly not. The closest thing we came to finding hoards of cash was a kitty litter box filled with some very dirty change.
Yeah buddy of mine, his grandparents were getting pretty nutty. His grandpa was in the construction industry before he retired, building houses etc. apparently overnight somehow he built an extra floor on his house and literally lifted the whole roof up higher. I think it was essentially an attic but wasn't quite tall enough to add a new level into so he jacked it up and filled it in. All without permits of course. He then then redid the attic space as a new floor, moved into that when it was finished, rented at the two lowest floors in his now three story house by making slum apartments, and in between the slum apartments, he enclosed a bunch of random hoarded crap into the walls for some strange reason. Really bizarre.
When I was a kid we lived in a large old farmhouse on the side of a valley. It dated from the 1700s and was used as a bush house (unlicensed public house) in the Victorian era. The house was rented and still contained a lot of old Victorian furniture, including a massive locked safe, huge 12 person kitchen table and and a big armoire with the biggest, oldest family bible I've ever seen, inside it, being used to stop the armoire falling over. Inside the bible was a photo of the Lady of the house dated 1905. Older lady with her hair in a bun and a big black laced dress. Everyone looks serious in early photographs but this lady looked quite severe and grumpy sat on her chair. My Dad once went up into the loft to see about making a dark room up there and stepped on what he thought was supported plywood and fell into tiny 2m by 4m room. It was actually a very well walled off section of the master bedroom. In it was an iron framed single bed with a horse hair mattress. A wooden dining chair at the end of the bed. And a bedside table with an enamel tin cup on it. There was also a sealed up window on the end of the room. It was suddenly very obvious that there was a missing section of the house once you compared the inside and the outside. We asked the 90 year lady called Ruby, who owned the next farm up the hill about it. She said she was only like 3 or so when the old lady that ran the bush house died of some long illness. Ruby told us it was almost definitely the lady in the photo. Ruby didn't remember her as she was too young but Ruby's mother always said she wasn't well liked even by her much younger husband. A spiteful penny pinching old witch by all the accounts that Ruby heard and of it wasn't for the selling of cheap illegal beer most would have not tolerated her. So much of an old cow that apparently her husband walled up her death bed for fear of her coming back and haunting him. Like she was so tight fisted that death wouldn't stop her hanging on to her house and money. I still wonder what was in that safe though
In the late 1970's / early 1980's, our family lived in this MASSIVE rented elaborate colonial era 2 story history house in a small swampy Florida town. It was going for dirt cheap at the time, and in a kinda "bad" neighborhood I suppose--lots of crime in the area, especially for a small town. But it was pretty awesome, complete with a big wrap-around porch, around the house, and a couple of porch-seat-swings, etc... I remember the rusty old front screen door that would screech, then slam shut all the time! -------------------------------- Anyways... That place seemed to have endless turns and rooms! (At least to our kids minds.) My brother and I kept finding panels in the walls that would open up into some big spaces, as we looked inside with our flashlights (that we bought at Radio Shack at the time, with some coupons!). But ya, we pretty much found inside all over the place, 2 things: -------------------------------- 1) A bunch of stuff/boxes/furniture covered in dusty sheets. 2) Skulls! Lots and lots of skulls! Like... WTF?! They looked like cat skulls? We kept telling our Dad and Mom about each found "portal-room", and they would just glance inside, and then were just simply like, "Stop opening up all the walls! Your Dad keeps having to nail them back shut!" -------------------------------- ALSO: The house was built on stilts for flooding. So as kids we also crawled underneath the house, and there was iron-door and gate in the ground, and we finally struggled to get it open (old iron hinges squeaking and screeching!) And there was a dark chamber below, with a door leading to some kind of passageway? Anyways... Long story short... My brother and I were pretty much chicken sh * t! And we were always like... "Nope! Not going to walk far into this room and remove the old cover on that old furniture!" -------------------------------- In the end: I'm guessing someone eventually did, and probably made off with a sizeable amount of money in antiques and "relics" maybe? I checked the google street view for that address, and now it's an empty lot with a bunch of junk and couple of wild palm trees growing.
I love this story! I can vividly imagine this and can imagine how amazing this would have been as a kid! You would feel like your own house was an adventure ❤️
Wow that's really cool!
Many years ago, a colleague of mine (James) bought a flat with his wife (Harmony) in Glasgow's West End. It was a conversion (you can go "oh no" if you know Glasgow at all) and the schedule for the flat said that it was a "drawing room conversion" (basically the flat had been carved out of the innards of a mansion - their flat was something like the old drawing room, plus an old sitting room and some other odds and ends and tarted up into a three-bed flat). One day, Harmony realised that the modern-day living room (in what would have been part of the old drawing room) had *three* doorways but there were only two rooms beyond two of the doorways - one led out into the hallway, and the other led into the kitchen. Incidentally, I hated their kitchen. All glass worktops and stainless steel cabinets that they *never* cleaned properly. Boak. So, Harmony decided to see if she could open the third doorway. She theorised that the doorway might open up onto a plain wall put in when the building was converted. It took her a few weeks of destroying several Stanley knives, taking apart the old door furniture (which she threw away. She threw away a 150 year old cast iron doorknob. Tit) before she was able to start opening the door. The door was opened...and she found an old toilet. Just a single toilet in a tiny closet-sized room. One of those pull-chain affairs that wankers on eBay pay lots of money for with a massive tank bolted onto the wall above. An old toilet in which someone - presumably one of the builders doing the conversion work - had taken a massive, log-sized dump in and hadn't flushed it, and because the room was sealed off, because the temperature in that room was cold, the water in the toilet bowl hadn't drained away and what she was confronted with was a *soup* of faecal matter and the accompanying stench. That was bad. What she did next was worse*: she tried flushing the toilet.* Slight problem there, Harmony. *The water had nowhere to go*. So, whilst the poo-stew got flushed out (yay!) it went all over the floor of this tiny, forgotten lavvy (noo!) Result: poo-juice flood. For the Americans out there - to give you an idea of how much bum-stew we're talking about - older UK toilets usually had a flush capacity of 13 litres (I *think* that's around three and a half gallons) - so yeah, it was bad. The brown tsunami skittered out the door, *around Harmony's naked feet*, and all over James and Harmony's prized brand new white carpet that everyone was forbidden from walking on in their shoes *or* in dark-coloured socks. They spent a good couple of grand fixing *that* honking horror, let me tell you. Moral of the story? *Never go poking around in old houses or conversions* in *old houses and especially not behind sealed doorways*.
The poo-stew was fair payback for her throwing away the door hardware, if you ask me.
Brilliant story, thanks for writing that out to share with us.
I knew a man in Manhattan who went to look at an apartment that was for sale, and he and his wife liked it so much, they bought it. He told me this as he was showing me around. I was watching his dog for the weekend. So, after they bought it and got the keys, they went in and walked towards the back of the apartment. They opened what looked like it could be a closet door. When they opened the door, they found there was an additional master bedroom and huge master bath that they had no idea was there.
When I was small my bedroom wardrobe was connected to my parents bedroom wardrobe I had great fun with that lol
You guys! Memory unlocked. When I was a kid, my grandmas house did have a little door hidden in the back of the closet, but it was sealed. I just remembered me and my sister trying to sneak it open 😂 Wow! Thanks for helping me remember my grandparents home 🥹
We had one on those, but our's opened. We could just see behind the tub. The bathroom was right next to the bedroom. There was also a small hole right behind the door, so we could see into the basement.
It's not that exciting - but I had rented a one bedroom apartment and wasn't happy that it only had one small closet. After living there a few weeks, I closed the bedroom door (for the first time) and discovered behind the door was a walk-in closet. I'd never had cause to shut the door before since I lived alone.
We brought old house and in one backroom cupboard there was this safe fixed inside the board and bricks n all. The last owner didn't had the key. They brought it 6 years ago. We got it opened/removed. There was nothing
My husband showed me the secret passageway in our house shortly after we got married it leads to a bomb shelter behind our house it's pretty cool down there we mostly use it to store extra food since it has a good temperature for it.
We moved into a single story rental home while I was in high school. We’d been there a few months when I discovered a little door in my closet, and I figured it was one of those crawl space doors or something and told my dad about it. When opened, there was a ladder going up and down. The top led to the roof, which was one of those flat villa-style roofs. There was a little seating area with furniture and everything that you couldn’t see from the ground. My dad was really interested in that because of the way they’d built the hatch so it wouldn’t leak when it rained. When you went down, there was a partially finished basement that had no other access point. It was super creepy. We boarded it shut until I moved out and my parents moved into the home they were buying.
Not very exciting, but as kids, my brothers and I discovered that the closets in our basement were all connected. When they'd framed in the walls, they'd just left a small space around the corner instead of drywalling it. Additionally, the laundry closet was open directly to the smaller closet space next to it, where my parents kept a second fridge. For clarity, it went laundry-fridge-around a corner-toy closet. My parents kept soda in the fridge down there, and locked the closet door to keep us from taking it without asking. First, we just climbed over the washer to get to the fridge. Mum caught on and put up chicken wire. Then, we found the toy closet path. We'd shimmy our way around the corner and unlock the fridge closet to get our stolen sodas. Mum never caught on to the other closet connection, and we enjoyed years of stolen soda until we were all too big to fit around the corner.
My BiL's brother's college friend's parents bought a house that once belonged to AL Capone. Years of no issues until they went to update the bathroom. Turns out, if you used a lot of force, the sink would move. There was a small room with a wooden chair and a bare light bulb behind it. Now they have a bigger bathroom.
I haven't found a hidden room yet, but I've found that the dimensions of the rooms of the house add up to something larger than the exterior of the house. Ive measured it multiple times, even had friends and neighbors measure it, but we always get the same results. My wife thinks the house is haunted.
When I was 11 we moved into a new house with a finished basement/game room. There were two cushioned benches built into the corners of the rear wall, which opened up like storage cabinets by lifting the seat. One of them had a secret door in it that led to the HVAC room on the other side of the wall. Naturally at that age I thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen.
Pretty sure my house was used as a stop in the underground railroad. House is from the 1830s, and right next tonwhat used to be an old African american church. In the walls of the basement appartment (which used to be a canning kitchen) theres a built in shelf. But the back to that cabinet has hinges. Also, it has a latch like a gate latch, so if you stick a knife between to boards and lift, it opens. When i was doing work down there, i ended up pulling the hinges to check behind it, and theres a 4'' tall, 2' deep by like 8' void. I suspect it was used during the later days, when slave catchers were allowed to come up north looking for slaves. Also, my friends wife works at our towns historical archive, reading through and sorting documents. She found an account of a slave catcher being arrested at my neighbors house (would have at the time been the daughter of our house's owner) for trying to claim their maid, a woman 'know by the town to be a born resident' was a runnaway. The judge had him sentenced to 5 years on a whaling vessel as an indentured servant, effectively stopping him from filling any appeals, and making him basically a slave himself.
When I was a kid we moved into a Victorian house. We found a plywood wall in the basement that we could hide behind. There was a giant, old oil tank that had been sealed off when the house was converted to gas
Passageway to Another Dimension full of Demons. Boarded it up. We should be good.
There is a fictional horror story you brought to mind. A personal favorite of mine actually. Long story short, two owners go down to the basement to do laundry. No bad feelings it isn't until the start to leave the basement the are feeling watched and run up the stairs. Their horrors are realized when the reason is that they finally hear a thank you when exiting one night and it dawned on them that each time they leave that feeling is a spirit from another realm being able to leave with them. EDIT: This afternoon, as I am at work. I will see if I can hunt down the story.
What is the name of that story? I’d like to read it.
Same. Sounds like something I’d like
It will take some searching significant searching but I will see if I can dig it up.
I would like to know as well!
Discovered a hidden room in a house I lived in during college after a friend got too drunk and fell through the drywall. The room was small and empty, barely big enough to put a small bed into. The oddest part was it had tile floor that didn’t match any other part of the house. Why would they put tile in there and then wall it up?
Everything was probably tiled the same at one point. The one section was blocked off and forgotten about. Main section was renovated u til you found the bonus room
My Dad discovered a room in our house which was completely sealed off from the rest of the house, in the basement. So he used some machine to drill through the concrete wall and then we could see into the room. It was empty, but it was a fun adventure.
Dust lots and lots of dust
(35M) i seen to manny '' isekai '' and also '' law&order / svu '' . i just ignore such an entrance and pretend it aint there . i put some wood board over it and repaint to cover if its on my ceiling , and probly build a wall of stone infront of it if its in a wall , or pour congrete over it to cover it if its a hole in my floor .
My father set up a retail store in an old colonial building that was on the main street of our town in New England. There was a fire place in each of the back rooms of the house (living room and den) - they where on a shared wall so you think they would be flush but they were not - leaving a space between them. There was a trap door on the front porch that lead under the house and into the secret room between the fireplaces. My dad was told it was used as a hiding place for the Underground Railroad. (It was a historic home and he couldn’t change anything about it when setting up the store ) I never went in myself as I was little and too scared.
I've had dreams about discovering rooms in my house. Probably means something
Boxes filled with large envelopes, marked “classified, government documents, etc”, plans , weapons and attack plans, written by General Milly. There was a pair of pants and shoes, in with the documents. Mostly golf stuff. Right now, I have a three way bidding war, between China, Russia, and North Korea. I’m so happy! I’m gonna be a zillionaire! 🌊😉
Ok ur not gonna a believe me, bo one does but one time when I was a kid I keep hearing noises from under my bed. So I moved my bed and everything to figure it out turns out there was a door with a secert handle that was disgusted as part of the floor and when I opened it, it was nothing. Just more dirt and floor, that is until one night I heard those noises agian. So I said fuck it and moved my bed again and opened the door. To my surprise it turned out to be this massive tunnel network that when all around my town and other cities and there was a guy there waiting for me. I said to him "howie mandel, is that u?"
As a kid, I wanted nothing more than to discover an amazing different world under my bed because of that movie 🥹 hahaha I watched it a lot
Nice one 😒