People Share Stories of Discovering Passageways And Rooms That They Had No Idea Were There.
Weeks later, I found some building schematics which showed you can also reach the organ speaker access shaft through a crawlspace entry in the ceiling of the choir room, which I later learned that the maintenance man would get into every once in a while with a step ladder.
But I suspect that, even now, not many people know you can also get there from the secret tunnel behind the trash can in the men’s room.
15/18 One job I used to work at was on the 10th floor of an office building, but due to fire safety rules they were limited in their occupancy permit to about half of what they needed.
So they literally built a wall in the hallway which cut the place in half, and then added with a hutch-sized door on this new wall that they then put a photocopy machine in front of. This hid half the company behind this micro-door that hopefully the fire marshal would not discover.
16/18 A junior high school that I used to go to for language classes had a hallway at a corner of the building which was completely dark. The hall led to a stair well which was dark as well. The teachers always used to tell the students to never go upstairs, so naturally we formed “raiding parties” to find oit what was upstairs. Idk why but you’d think it would have been easy to get a bunch of kids to run through a hallway and up some stairs, but there were a lot of failed attempts because the parties would fall apart because teachers came to stop us or kids would run back as soon as they got to the stairs cause they were scared.
Anyways it was after quite some time before we actually managed to reach the top of the stairs and what we saw up there reinforced the rumour that that place was haunted. Basically you walk up these steps in complete darkness and you are met with a bright painting of a clown or something at the top. Let’s just say there were no more attempts to explore further the upstairs anymore after that day.
17/18 At my undergrad college, there was a series of what were called “steam tunnels.” Supposedly in the earlier history of the college, they were used to allow students to pass between buildings during times of gnarly winter weather, but they had been sealed off long before I got there. Unless… you knew how to get in. Most students thought they were a myth; the few of us – and judging by the number of people I saw down there, there probably were less than 100 out of 5,000 students who knew they really did exist – who did found a nice haven for – whatever. Makes sense that they were old, because they only went between the three oldest buildings on campus.
They were just really wide tunnels with high ceilings that did in fact carry steam pipes, so they were warm; there were some blind offshoots, but mostly they were just nice, wide thoroughfares that were fun to explore.
18/18 It’s not exactly a secret room, but rather a secret space. After my senior year of high school, I worked the summer as a laborer at the school- they were doing extensive renovations and they hired a few students to do the unskilled work so that they wouldn’t have to pay the contractor’s guys to do it. In the library there was the school vault which mostly held old records, blueprints, and some time capsule stuff. The vault was only about 7 feet high and the ceilings in that wing were about 10 feet. We tore out the old plywood and veneer that had filled the space between the vault in the ceiling and there was a motherlode of old stuff (presumably from the last time renovations had been done). There were notes from kids in the 1960s, some pictures, baseball cards, a pair of panties, and some old beer cans.
So, we kept everything up there in its place, and then added some of our own: a picture of the four of us (with names on the back), a list of who the hot girls (and teachers) were at school, and I think a Skillet CD someone had in their car. We put it all in a box the next day, got back up on top of the vault and shoved everything just out of sight. The next week the contractor came in and bricked over crawlspace, so we assume that stuff won’t surface again until the building is demolished.
Unfortunately, we didn’t recognize any of the names on the stuff from the 60s, otherwise we’d have let them know. I sure hope somebody contacts us in 40 years.