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The house that I live in today technically has a secret tunnel that was built by my grandfather for my brother and I. There is a large pantry built next to the
by frompdx 6y ago
The house that I live in today technically has a secret tunnel that was built by my grandfather for my brother and I. There is a large pantry built next to the stairwell to the basement. The side of the pantry has a hole cut in it so that you can move from the area beneath the stairwell into the pantry. It's a secret room if you are small enough to enter it.
Someone I knew growing up really had a secret room in their house. Inside of a closet there was a wall that opened to a room that was really just the space between the walls of the room to access some ducting and the water heater. The secret door was definitely not obvious.
- kulor 6y agoLove the architectural lineage there, thanks for sharing. I'm feeling inspired to build some "hidden" crannies for my kids and thus bragging rights for their friends when they come round to play (when people can meet in houses IRL).
- frompdx 6y agoYou bet, that was just one of the many things my grandparents did that made childhood fun for my brother and I. Depending on how young your kids are they may also like the hidden treasure routine. My brother and I went on a streak of trying to find hidden treasure. One weekend we convinced my grandfather to drive us around to scope out spots to look. My grandpa told us to give him directions where to go. Eventually we found a spot and started digging. After digging a few shallow holes my grandpa pointed to another spot and to our surprise there was something solid about a foot down. It was an old Neiman Marcus tin full of loose change and candy. We were thrilled and for years we would tell anyone who would listen that we had found buried treasure. When I was an adult if finally occurred to me that my grandpa had set the entire thing up. There is just no way my grandparents would have let us eat candy we found buried in the ground. But he had set it up well enough that my brother and I didn't notice. We believed we had given him directions to the place it was buried and we believed we found it after searching the area thoroughly. Really, he had buried it earlier before we came over and gave us subtle hints until we found it. We were four and six at the time. When I realized it had been set up I called my grandpa and we had a good laugh. He told me not to tell my brother before he hung up. Keeping the secret is key.