Woman Discovers Secret Bunker in Backyard—What She Found Inside Left Her Shaking
The couple offered coffee. For a moment, it felt like a normal morning.
Rose made small talk with the husband, hoping to find the right moment to do some discreet probing. But she couldn’t help noticing the wife’s strange, guarded looks. When the woman came over to hand her a coffee cup, it felt like she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Is everything… alright in that house?” the woman asked, eyebrows knitting in a mix of concern and curiosity.
Rose stiffened but forced a faint smile. “Why do you ask?” she said evenly, hiding the sudden pounding in her chest.
The woman hesitated, eyes flicking to her husband before she spoke. “It’s just that… there’s been talk. People say that house is haunted.”
Rose blinked, lips parting in surprise. Haunted. Of course. Her grip tightened around the doughnut box. “What kind of talk, exactly?” she pressed.
The wife leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “The last owner—no one really knew him. Kept to himself, never showed up to neighborhood meetings, never gave out candy on Halloween. But there was always construction—hammering, drilling. Even at odd hours of the night.”
