Rosemary's Baby-like Mystery

Everything is geothermal. No water heater or furnace.

Anyway…cut around the door with the carpet knife. I have my crowbar at hand.
Wish me luck.

Ooh, finally! I keep checking back to see if we have an answer yet.

If you never post again, either something really terrible was in there or you are the greatest troll who ever trolled and my hat is off to you.

It’s probably something really terrible though.

Under no circumstances whatsoever. :mad:

Godspeed, my friend.

Let’s see, here…boots…gloves…weapons…framed photo of 1930s superheroes…

Did anyone else read this post in Rutger Hauer’s voice? No? Just me? Ok. :o

I’m not sure how his sexual proclivities factor into this.

“What was the title of the first draft of the Led Zeppelin song?”

DO IT NOW, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S HOLY!

Nah; calling Geraldo Rivera is probably the surest way to make sure that there’s nothing back there but some empty bottles, and a lot of dust.

Who’s hoping for Jimmy Hoffa? Maybe Glenn Miller.

You know, if it is a staircase to the sealed door of another apartment, you could have a lot of fun…rattling chains at Halloween, shaking sleigh bells at Christmas…

Or maybe a cowbell? :smiley:

Good plan.

To be honest, the thought of doing that did occur to me.

The purpose of the space does seem to be basement access–not a staircase, but a ladder–no ladder though, just a hatch into my ceiling.

However, the mystery deepens…

Inside was a really nice pedestal table and a touch-tone phone.

I haven’t checked for a dial-tone yet.

WHY NOT?

Sheesh, I’d have done that before coming back to post.

Maybe it’s a direct line to someone … important and mysterious.

Close enough…Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner!!!

What’s my prize?

Have you ever heard a phone ringing, but not sure where it was coming from?

Sounds like the beginning of a bad spy novel. You pick up the phone. There’s no dial tone, but a voice on the other end asks you a few questions. It becomes obvious to them that you are not one of their agents. They send large men in dark suits with big guns to take care of you, because you Know Too Much. You’re forced to go on the run, relying only on a mysterious stranger to keep you alive. Meanwhile, all of the answers are in an envelope taped to the underside of the pedestal table, so you have to return to the flat to retrieve it.

Can you tell I’ve read too many books by Robert Ludlum?

I have. I just always assumed it was the upstairs tenants…

That would make my life a bit less mundane.

No dial-tone, BTW.
Nobody at the other end, so no adventures.
But I did score a nice table. :cool:

That’s what you think now. One day, it will ring.