Woman Discovers Buried Bunker in Her Backyard, She Calls 911 After Finding This Inside

This woman made the news headlines last week thanks to her incredible discovery in her new garden. She bought a house and moved in, but unbeknownst to her, a huge war bunker was buried in the backyard. It was an enormous metal and concrete structure that had been hidden for years. And curiously, that wasn’t even the strangest thing they discovered—because what they found inside the bunker was truly incredible.

While moving in and viewing the house, the couple noticed that the floor in the scullery sounded hollow, but the agent told them it was from the storage room beneath it. However, during the cleaning, they found a metal hatch under the cupboard. Still standing there, even though it gave Lindsay an eerie feeling and made the hairs on her neck stand up, it intrigued her.

“What could it be?” she asked Flint as they went to investigate.

They soon realized the cupboard was used to hide the hatch because the previous owners had taken all the other furniture with them—everything except the cupboard and the carpet beneath it. The couple had found this odd, but now they understood the reasoning behind it.

Lindsay and Flint were intrigued and thought it was time to find out why the previous occupants had gone to such lengths to keep this a secret. Together, they pushed the cupboard aside, unveiling a full metal flap that turned out to be a manhole.

Lindsay and Flint looked at each other, curious about what could be below.

“Maybe it’s a cellar,” Lindsay said, with a mix of hope and fear in her voice.

She didn’t like the thought of an unknown room beneath her house, but what they would find was totally different.

The couple grabbed the manhole cover and carefully removed it. They stared into the hole, and the idea of it being a cellar or a sneaky wine stash quickly vanished. The hole went some 30 meters deep into the ground. An old, rusty ladder hung at the edge.

Lindsay wasn’t sure it would hold them, but the question gnawed at them.

Neither Lindsay nor her husband had ever seen anything like this before. The hole was so deep that they couldn’t even see the bottom properly. This scared Lindsay, but for her husband, it had the opposite effect—it piqued his interest.

He kneeled down, put his head inside the hole, and yelled. His voice echoed for a long time.

“All right, let’s see what’s down there,” he said while getting ready.

Flint sat down on the edge and carefully placed his feet on the rusty ladder. The opening was tight, but he managed to fit through and descend, the ladder creaking under his weight.

Lindsay, only watching, felt her claustrophobia kicking in.

“I’m staying here,” she said with a quivering voice.

Lindsay would be the eyes and ears above ground. In that way, she could help without putting herself in danger.

Flint breathed slowly, concentrating hard while descending. It was almost pitch dark, so he moved primarily by touch. Then, a beam of light appeared.

“See anything yet, baby? Is it a wine cellar or something else?” Lindsay called out as she shone a flashlight down.

Thanks to the light, Flint saw that he was almost at the bottom. Moving a little faster, curious about what he would find, he jumped the last few steps. His landing echoed through the dark space.

He immediately realized he needed a flashlight to make progress and asked his wife for it. His eyes grew wide with surprise when he illuminated the space—he saw a long tunnel.

“Where does it lead to? Maybe we should call for help,” he suggested.

Lindsay agreed and called her brother, who came immediately, intrigued by their story. Flint stayed in the tunnel while Lindsay and her brother, Carl, followed above ground. They kept in touch using old walkie-talkies. As Flint moved through the tunnel, Lindsay and Carl eventually left the house and entered the garden.

As Flint explored, he found evidence to substantiate his suspicions. He shone his flashlight up to the ceiling of the tunnel and saw a long yellow electricity cable running across it toward a light source.

“This is getting more interesting by the minute,” he shared excitedly with his wife and brother-in-law.

They listened in amazement, picturing his surroundings, unaware they would soon be joining him down there.

Lindsay and Carl silently searched the ground for any sign of electricity cables. Then, she heard it—silent footsteps.

Flint’s muffled voice came through the soil.

“I think I’m standing right above you!” she called out, looking down at the ground.

Then she saw it—a small piece of concrete sticking out of the turf before her feet.

“Is it part of the tunnel? Is it an exit?”

Lindsay kneeled to grab the object, but it was stuck.

“Come look at this!” she called to her brother.

Carl ran back, and together, they began digging.

Flint shouted from below, “I see light!”

Their digging revealed a tunnel entrance, where Flint stood half-covered in darkness near a large iron door.

“I can’t open it alone,” he said.

Carl jumped down without hesitation, and after a brief moment of hesitation, Lindsay followed.

Inside the tunnel, Lindsay was struck by the discovery beneath her property. They reached the door and, with great effort, forced it open. Behind it was a room that hinted at a mysterious past.

“What is this place?” Lindsay wondered aloud.

The room was filled with personal items—magazines, glass jars labeled “whiskey” and “rum,” and dates from 1945.

Lindsay was stunned. Could this have been a wartime bunker?

They moved cautiously, uncovering more rooms. In one, a locked suitcase caught their attention. Lindsay pried it open to find secret documents detailing Allied submarines from 1945. These papers, had they fallen into enemy hands, could have altered history.

Lindsay realized they had stumbled upon something extraordinary.

Further exploration revealed a cupboard filled with perfectly preserved items—neatly folded clothes, bed sheets, and weapon holsters.

“This could fill a museum,” Carl said as Lindsay began forming a plan.

They needed help to excavate the bunker properly. Outside, Lindsay called their new neighbor, who owned a construction company. He was intrigued and soon began assisting with the excavation.

Days later, the trio was startled by a loud bang. Rushing to investigate, they discovered an observation tower at the garden’s edge.

Once cleared, they ventured inside and were amazed. The equipment was pristine—giant binoculars, documents, and even anti-aircraft guns were preserved due to the lack of light and oxygen.

The tower became the centerpiece of their vision to turn the bunker into a museum.

“The viewing dome overlooking the dunes was the main attraction back then,” Lindsay remarked.

Everything seemed to be going as planned—but they were unaware of the tragic future awaiting them.

Eventually, the bunker was fully excavated and ready for visitors, but one challenge remained—the entrance.

After much deliberation, they decided to transform the original hatch Flint had entered into the main entrance, offering visitors the full experience.

Weeks of hard work paid off, and the museum finally opened to the public.

At first, Lindsay and her family ran the museum part-time. But as its popularity grew, it became their full-time commitment. They invested everything into it, even leaving their new house.

But one morning, Lindsay was horrified to discover several items missing.

Devastated, the family temporarily closed the museum to investigate.

What happened next would change everything…