A New Beginning
We had just bought our first home—a beautiful, old Victorian house nestled at the edge of a quiet town. It needed a lot of work, but we were excited. The house had charm, history, and most of all, potential. My wife and I had saved for years, and this was finally our dream project.
Hidden Behind the Walls
Two months into renovations, while tearing down an old, rotting wall in the basement, the hammer hit something unexpected: hollow space. At first, we thought it might be extra storage space sealed off by a previous owner. But when we pried away the last panel of drywall, we uncovered something completely different—an entire hidden room.
The Secret Room
The space was small, dusty, and dimly lit by a single cracked bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was no door—just the wall we had broken through. Inside, the air was stale and cold, though the rest of the house was warm. What we found inside made both of us stop breathing for a second.
A Disturbing Discovery
In the center of the room was a wooden rocking chair, still slightly swaying. On the walls were drawings—childlike scribbles of people, eyes, crosses, and numbers we didn’t understand. In the corner, there was a small metal box. Inside it: old photographs, some too faded to make out, others clearly showing children we didn’t recognize… standing in our house.
Things Got Worse
We tried to be rational. Maybe it was a game room. Maybe the previous owners were just eccentric. But then, things started happening. The lights would flicker every night at 3:12 a.m. We’d hear footsteps upstairs when we were alone. The sound of the rocking chair creaking became a nightly occurrence—even though no one touched it.
We Couldn’t Stay
One night, I woke up to my wife standing over the bed, staring at me blankly. She had no memory of it the next morning. The final straw came when we found new drawings on the basement wall—ones we hadn’t seen before. Fresh ink. Fresh handprints. We packed our things that night.
A Haunting Afterthought
We sold the house quickly, losing a lot of money. We never went back. Sometimes, we still wonder who built that room—and why it was hidden. But one thing is certain: whatever was inside didn’t want to be forgotten. And it definitely didn’t want us there.