Of all the creepy things to find in a home, a hidden room or secret passageway is perhaps the most startling and eerie discovery. Unlike old dishes left in a cupboard or forgotten boxes of Playboy stashed in the attic, secret rooms in people's homes are pretty much always shocking surprises.
Leftover trinkets are standard, but homes with hidden rooms usually announce the start of a horror film, or at the very least a thriller. Whatever creepy stuff someone finds in their new basement can be thrown away, but when a person discovers a secret room in their home, nothing short of a bushel of sage and a concerned call to their property manager can fix that mess. At their most innocent, secret passages found in homes are simply unused cellars or bunkers. At their worst, they provide a secret space for someone to live in (possibly without the tenant's knowledge).
Some homeowners on Reddit thought they knew their homes inside and out, until a child or neighbor discovered what lay behind their kitchen walls. A couple of other users describe the weird, forgotten rooms inside schools and universities they attended. Are you certain you know your home like the back of your hand, or do you think that an investigation could produce a secret basement?
A Room Covered In Dusty Handprints
When I was in high school my dad purchased this old Victorian he intended to flip. Before he got around to working on it, he'd let me hang out there with friends. It seemed pretty cool until the first (and only) night we decided to spend the night. We set up an old TV, DVD player, and basically made the whole empty living room a big lounge/sleeping area with beanbags and blankets. It was getting pretty late when we started to hear noises coming from upstairs. It sounded like scratching and rustling, nothing too freaky, probably mice or something.
Well, one of the guys that was over decided we should go investigate. We headed up the stairs and used our phones for light as none of the fixtures upstairs had lightbulbs. We were walking through the hall, getting closer and closer to the noise. We got to the huge built-in bookshelf at the end of the hall and the noise somehow seemed to be coming from behind it. My friend started knocking on the wall around it to see if it stirred up any more noise (we were still assuming some kind of animal or something). He started monkeying with the shelf and managed to pull the entire thing toward us and it ends up being a freakin' door to a hidden room!
Of course we were giddy, cause this was some sh*t you only read about or see in movies. We shone our phones into the room and it was straight out of a horror film. Filth everywhere, super old-looking kids toys, spiderwebs, and the creepiest part of all, super-deep scratches on the back of the bookshelf from fingernails. You could even see the dirty hand prints that went along with them. It was the thing of nightmares and we got the Hell out of there quick. Definitely one of the scariest things I've ever seen.
Old MacDonald Had A Dungeon
I was working at a 100+ year-old abandoned farmhouse several years ago. My co-worker and I were told to find the well for the house since they were thinking about developing the property. After looking for a while we figured it might be in the old house. I grabbed my flashlight and we headed in through a window that wasn't boarded up very well.
The place was creepy. The second floor had a burned goat carcass and a pentagrams drawn in ash all over the walls. So that started the chills and goosebumps. We eventually made it to the basement where I almost fell into the very deep well at the end of the steps; not sure how deep it was but our 25' tape measurer wouldn't hit the bottom.
Anyway, my curiosity was still running wild so we went searching around the basement. My coworker noticed that one of the stone walls didn't go up to the floor joist and he pointed out that it was probably a fake wall. Good call on his part. He boosted me over the wall and I helped him climb over. The first room was empty and nothing exciting. Just dark, wet and cold. Looking around there was another wall with an opening. I decide to go first again and I was boosted over the wall. My coworker thought it'd be funny to hang onto my flashlight for a while while I stumbled in the dark. Finally he tossed it over to me and that's when I began freaking out.
The room had chains built into the walls with wrist and ankle shackles. The walls had scratch marks from nails I'm guessing from someone trying to escape. I lasted about 30 seconds in the room before I started my dash over both walls the well and right out of the window we climbed through to get in that creepy house. I don't think it was just the shackles or the scratch marks that creeped me out but the ice cold chills that shot down my spine, like there was something truly evil lurking about in that place.
Don't Disturb Ghostie
One Halloween, after we had lived in our house for about eight years, a dad taking his kids trick-or-treating stopped at the end of our driveway and complimented us on our house. The original house was around 100 years old, but when we bought it it had been remodeled extensively. He said that as a kid he was always terrified of the house and the old lady who lived there. He then proceeded to tell us about how when he was a teenager he and his friends would dare one another to go into the woods behind our house, dig up the dirt over the trapdoor, and climb down the ladder to the tunnel that led to a door in our basement.
Needless to say, we checked out our basement, the part from the original house, and sure enough, behind the furnace is a bricked-over doorway. We've searched the woods a bit, but haven't found the trap door, or the tunnel. The oddest bit of all, when my kids were very young before we learned about the tunnel, they would never cross the room directly above the basement wall where the door was. They said ''ghostie' lived in the wall and she scared them.
The Coraline Door
From a deleted user:
There was a teeny, Coraline-like door in my bedroom closet that was hidden when the regular door was opened and against the wall. It led to a finished attic room that I'd hide in to scare my parents.
I didn't mention the room's existence until we had lived there for a couple years, and then my parents stole it for storage space.