Ever since I watched The Secret Garden as a kid, I've always harbored a fascination and fear for "secret" compartments/rooms/floors/places.. The best story I have doesn't come close to meeting your expectations though.
When I was 8 or so, I was at a family friend's house and their son, who was 1 year older than me, showed me this..2.5x2.5 ft door on the wall of their staircase. It was just smack right in the middle of the wall, painted white like the rest of the wall. My friend looked around furtively before opening it, and what I saw was pretty creepy.. it was a cramped room, the floor was level with the bottom of the little door, and the ceiling no more than just a few feet high. The entire inside was a matrix of rusty, dusty pipes and valves..there was no visible end to the room. I couldn't tell whether they were working or not, I don't quite remember any sounds or warmth emanating from them when I dared inch closer... I was at the time perhaps around 4 and a half feet tall or so, and even then it would've been a squeeze for me to fit inside, not that I friggin dared unless my friend was willing to go in with me. And since both of us were chickens (can't really blame us, who wants to go in such a sinister looking room), we never went in.
(I reposted/deleted a million times before I got it right..so brain dead right now)
The best story I have doesn't come close to meeting your expectations though.
When I was 8 or so, I was at a family friend's house and their son, who was 1 year older than me, showed me this..2.5x2.5 ft door on the wall of their staircase. It was just smack right in the middle of the wall, painted white like the rest of the wall. My friend looked around furtively before opening it, and what I saw was pretty creepy.. it was a cramped room, the floor was level with the bottom of the little door, and the ceiling no more than just a few feet high. The entire inside was a matrix of rusty, dusty pipes and valves..there was no visible end to the room. I couldn't tell whether they were working or not, I don't quite remember any sounds or warmth emanating from them when I dared inch closer... I was at the time perhaps around 4 and a half feet tall or so, and even then it would've been a squeeze for me to fit inside, not that I friggin dared unless my friend was willing to go in with me. And since both of us were chickens (can't really blame us, who wants to go in such a sinister looking room), we never went in.
(I reposted/deleted a million times before I got it right..so brain dead right now)
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