Hmm… interesting. Our house is 1923, and there is definitely a spot where the closet, though deep, is not deep enough to extend to the wall on the “other side” … I’ve always wondered why and what was in there (besides pipes - pipes don’t need THAT much room).
Yes! Tell ussss… did you find the soul of drumpf in there?
The price on the entry level models has come down some!
“The Amontillado!” ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment.
“True,” I replied; “the Amontillado.”
As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.
I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.
A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall; I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed, I aided, I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew still.
I use mine for DIY colonoscopies. Works like a charm!
Was going for fake basic. But have no real clue.
Best secret room story I’ve heard was one of my neighbors. He had a very nice, very old (circa 1760s, I believe) farmhouse. They had someone doing some chimney work in a large fireplace, and they found a secret room that could only be entered by climbing up the chimney. Apparently such rooms were build for hiding out in “Indian times.”
Not very safe from a using-the-chimney perspective, I’m sure, but very cool none-the-less!
It’s been a while, but that probably parses correctly as FORTRAN, but with characters in column 1 it would probably parse as three lines of comments.
I’ve known way too many computer languages over the years…
I saw the ten, twenty, thirty thing and I had a really bad high school flashback of bubble sheets and punch cards. (I thought I pushed those memories way down.)
See my comment above (I don’t care, just make it go away).
Looks like BASIC to me (I learned some as a kid, coughcough years ago)
I found a mysterious void between two rooms when I lived in a mid-1800s house. It was a small empty closet-shaped area where there used to be a woodstove. I also found the ceramic round thing stuck in the inner wall where the chimney went. There was nothing else in it except a desiccated rat. Seriously, it was just a skin and hard like plastic.
Mysterious voids in old houses are almost always disappointing in real life
I want to order this one from Amazon, but they felt moved to advise:
Please Note:this appliance is not intended for medical use or personal inspection.
Damn. They knew it was just gonna go up my ass some day, didn’t they?
Beginners allpurpose sarcasm injection code.
I’d like to see it in brainfuck
Turing complete! Its basically (not meant as a call back) as close as possible to an original turing machine in software then?
I bought a cheap 20’ one off EBay for $25. It came with Chinese quality software but apart from that works well enough.
Well, I know what you’re saying, but $200 is such a small price to pay for
a tool that could literally save your life and the life of your entire
family! And just think, in your spare time you could check every stud
cavity in the house for hidden treasure. Surely even the stingiest
Chancellor would see the logic (and potential for profit) of that.
But I see you have the true spirit if you’re tackling bee colonies with a
sawzall or some such, so keep up the good work and best wishes.
…the article ends before you tell us what you found??? which is the entire point of such articles, right?
It’s probably a dumbwaiter shaft or a laundry chute to the basement.