My parents house has a "blind room" in the attic.
The rooms in the attic are smaller than they ought to be in one corner.
I don't really want to open it, though.
House was build in 1925.
My uncle tops that by living on top of a huge unresearched WW2 bunker, which apparently hasn't been entered since 1945.
Seriously, I had some kind of a "butterfly effect" event last year on my uncle's fifhtieth birthday.
He's a football coach in a small town in the hills near Heidelberg, so the party was in the club's home.
When I entered the hut where the party was, it immidiately occured to me:
This was a deathtrap. 80+ people in a room with a single normal sized door which opened inward, the windows were barred. Gas heating with open flame, paper decorations and candles.
A disaster waiting to happen. While I was still sober, I convinced my cousins that we put out all open flames and turned off the darn gas heater.
It was November, but so many people in a small room produce enough heat.
Nothing happened, but while I got quite drunk and tore my suit on an iron table (I was overdressed anyway), I alway stayed near the door.
I still don't know why this struck me the way it did, as I'm neither a voluntary firefighter nor especially afraid of fire or concerned with fire protection.
I think I got some kind of premonition or something.
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