And there's some pretty creepy stuff in here. You guys ever visit unexplored parts of your houses?

I'll update what I find while I'm in here.

I got stuck in a closet, luckily I was able to come out of the closet.

I don't even have an attic. Or a basemant. I am so [censored] if a tornado hits or the Nazis return.

Apparently the air is really unhealthy up there, so I'll die if I ever open my attic.

Speaking of Nazis, there seems to be some old World War II stuff up here. Looks like someone in this house has a relative that fought for the Japanese.

This is freaky.

I also saw a rat crawling around, and found some bird feathers. No surprise there, given that we hear both rodents all the time.

We support your sixuality and are proud you're able to admit your gay, Jagar. :3

Closet of the clothes, not closet of the mind. There's doors on one of them.

Keep the sixuality comments that can hurt emotion bones out of here, guys. There's some really cool stuff up here. I'm not to sure, but I think that Japanese "soldier" was actually a spy, given the kind of items I'm finding up here. No war medals or squad photos, just a lot of notebooks and photographs.

Some of these are even in English, though the handwriting looks different between documents. Looks like a collection of information here.

We used to have the Christmas tree up there buy it was a pain to bring it down, we keep it in the garage now. But no, I don't go there.

I don't trust the attic ladder to support any weight above 150 pounds.

Can confirm. As you can see, he's posting here right now.

This ww2 stuff? You find any weather balloons rigged with explosives?

I've never had an attic when I was a child, since we lived in a single story house. Now in my new place, there's a small crawlspace between the ceiling and the metal roof, but I've never had reason to go up there. The door to the crawlspace frequently opens up whenever there's a particularly bad storm going on, which is quite creepy.

I'll post pictures tomorrow. Had to leave the attic, as the family was getting worried.

Found a map of the area I live in though, with this specific spot in a field I used to hide out in circled red, labeled "It's here."

Maybe I'll poke around. I always found weird stuff out there, like old car bodies, abandoned washers, and a wardrobe at one point.

But yeah, I'll update tomorrow. Feels like I'm in the damn Goonies or a Indiana Jones movie.

DID YOU SEE A GHOST IN THERE? =D

Jager, you did totally leave yourself wiiiiiide open for that

unintended pun, oh god

ok moving right along..

The attic was converted to my bedroom, so yeah, I go there sometimes.

My house doesn't have any unused, unexplored parts. It used to when I was a kid, but there wasn't much to find there; they were mostly just places we fortified and turned into our hideout. I was more interested in the small house where my great-grandmother used to live. Since she died it was locked most of the time, but I could get inside occasionally. It was a strange feeling to visit such a quiet, lifeless place. But it was demolished years ago, so again, nothing to find there anymore.

o boy

lol

There is something very uncanny about my attic, and I'm not the only one who thinks so.

I once crawled into the attic of the house we moved into when we arrived to Indiana.

No WWII stuff, but lots of weirdness, including a mannequin with no head. My mom told me it was a tailor's mannequin, used to alter. Made sense, given there was also an old sewing machine with the old manual power foot pedal. Tons of old thread and garments, and patterns of material long gone. Some were still wrapped in their original paper covering with the price tag. The two best finds were rolls of a silk pattern.

When we finally took everything down, my mom had someone come over to appraise the value of the stuff. The thread spools alone were worth $100 each, but the mind boggling silk rolls were both worth $5000 each because of where they were made (don't remember, but it was from Japan and used to make kimonos).

My dad insisted the stuff be returned to the family, rather than sold. The woman who picked it up cried when she saw the silk patterns. I don't believe it was a coincidence the blouse she was wearing was made from the same pattern. She thanked us many times and hauled it away.

Yeah, my dad was like that. Doing the right thing above money even though finances were difficult.

Hey, wait a second! I'm like that!

OP- Sounds like exciting stuff! It seems like the 'soldier' may very well have been a spy. You should show this to your family, it looks like a treasure trove of history knowledge.

When we moved to an old Queenslander house (house on pylons, like a two story house but without walls on the lower story), I found an old (probably 70's) movie projector under the house. Unfortunately it was rusted to ruin.

The basemant has a box full of old stuff the family who lived here before forgot to bring with them. There's a box for the Atari 2600 game River Raid in this box, too. I am scared to pick the box up, though. It probably has some old programming books due to the original owners' son was pretty big into computers. The basemant even has an old computer monitor meant for really old computers from before the 90's. I should search that box one day just to see what is in there. The possibility of programming books being the main reason I even would want to search it.

There's a closet in the basemant no one goes into. I refuse to be near it.

Take a gun a whip and an Indiana Jones hat. A bag of sand too just to be on the safe side.

Never seen a house with an attic, our house sits on brick pillars since its on a slope its over a hundred years old, theres a hatch in the side where you can crawl in, found old newspapers, a small brass cannon, a button off a great coat from the Austro-Hungarian empire, ceramic pipe and and old ceramic ink well, im positive theres more but i really hate spiders and the airs not that greats.

If it has been there for over 10 years or so Id sell it. Don't care who the family is. If they had it there for a long time. They obviouvsly don't care about it