When i was little, we lived for a while in a house that had been a small bungalow with a detached garage, and the previous owners enclosed the passageway between the two buildings to make a very wide, very long kitchen – its length was the width of the house. It was very cosy, actually, and we did most of our living in it as it was so big. At one point, my parents thought about lowering the ceiling, and thick beams were put in, but they never went past that – there was space over the wooden beams and my brothers used to reach up and chin themselves on them, and then on oldest brother got the bright idea of suspending a swing from one of the beams – it never bothered my mum in the least to have me swinging in the kitchen up and over the table, etc.
My dad had a lareg mechanic’s garage built on this property because in their spare time he and my brothers would rebuild cars to sell second hand. They had a number of interesting features in the garage including a pit so they could drive the car over it, go down into the pit, and change oil, work on the underneath parts, etc.
Meanwhile, I used to play in the adjacent woods, and whenever I found wild animals that had died or the cats had got, I would bury them and mark the wee graves.
We had a big field between the house and garage, and the woods, and my parents put in all sorts of fruit trees and a lovely garden.
Eventually, we had to move because they were building a new road through the property; the garage was torn down, as was the kitchen and house garage, and the bungalow part was purchased and actually moved a few miles down the road. Everything they had planted grew up all wild and overgrown – and turns out when they knocked down the garage, the company never filled in the car pit.
Flash forward about 5 years, and I was taking a course of study at the local uni, and a lady in the class, on break, was telling us about this bizarre piece of overgrown property she had had to survey for her company – in all the weeds and scrub were these neglected fruit trees, and what had set everyone off, and they’d ended up calling the police, was that they found graves in the woods, and then this weird cement-lined pit – and they’d thought it was the scene of some mass murder or something :eek:
I realised she was talking about our old property, and told her…she said it had seriously freaked out her survey team…
When I was little, I used to play frequently at a friend’s house – a previous owner had customised the basement by digging tunnels along either side of the basement’s longer walls and making them into hallways that turned and connected at right angles behind of the shorter walls. The tunnel walls were about a foot or so outside the basement’s original walls, and what he did was make aquariums in that space along the length of the two longer walls. Meanwhile, the only shower in the house was at the end of one of those narrow tunnels…her mum used to wonder why we never played in the basement, as it was a big, comfortable room – but they didn’t keep fish, and to have those unlit empty fish tanks there…as little kids that used to freak us out too much – we’d be playing, and constantly would stop to look up quickly, because we’d seen a reflection and thought someone/thing was on the other side in one of the tunnels… and going down that narrow hallway to take a shower was downright creepy…