When a man named John Sims made a decision to buy a house in Tucson, Arizona, from a friend of his, he never imagined the purchase would lead to an astonishing discovery.
Once the deal was done, John’s friend mentioned that there was a rumor about the place that there was something mysterious under the ground.
John didn’t give it much thought at the time, but as time passed by, he became more and more interested to unravel the mystery.
He first started exploring the yard by digging four holes on four different sides, but he found nothing. He then thought about it and figured it out that if there was nothing under the grass, there could definitely be something under the bricks. The next step was to take a closer look at municipal records and learn more of when his house had been built. In those records, it said that a company that went by the name Whitaker Pools built a strange structure on the property in 1961. It was now determined that there was indeed something buried there, which made John even more eager to explore the place.
In order to know where to start digging again, he hired consultants with metal detectors. When the detectors began to go off, he was able to mark the spots with Xs.
After he started digging at the marked places, he stumbled upon something metal, but as he couldn’t possibly know what it was, he didn’t proceed. It could be electric wires, a water pipe, or a septic tank, and he didn’t want to take the risk of damaging anything.
In the days that followed, he dug with precision and stumbled upon what looked like an entrance to a hatch. As he bent down, a metal lid opened. But as there was a possibility of gas fumes or mold spores, he left the lid open for a couple of days for the potential gases to waft out and had the air tested for mold.
The following morning, John took a look inside the hatch and found a spiral staircase that was headed downwards.
As a captain of the Rural/Metro Fire Department, he needed someone around in case the lid fell back in, so he gathered a crew. The first thing they decided to do was to repair and reinforce the concrete structure surrounding the stairs and set up Sonotube cardboard around the entrance to ensure that they do not damage anything.
In order to provide proper lighting and in order to be able to use tools, the crew installed an electric line. They also installed a black pipe to funnel fresh air into the shaft.
The work around the structure was done. Now they needed to secure the spiral staircase.
John was the first one to explore the inside of his backyard. Once he reached the bottom, he knew their work was done and they didn’t need to do any more digging. The underground structure was bare, but it was obvious that it represented a nuclear bomb shelter.
The shelter was built during the cold war between USA and the Soviet Union. At the time, the company mentioned above, Whitaker Pools, turned out to expand their business to bomb shelters.
This wasn’t the sole shelter in the area, however.
Tucson was once a rocket town that held 18 ballistic missiles that were capable to travel across continents and destroy an area of 900 square miles. This was a top secret, and with the end of the cold war, the missiles were all disabled.
John’s discovery was of great significance. Once he shared all about it on Reddit, many media outlets were quick to pick up his story.
“I was really hoping it was going to be a little microcosm… a time capsule full of civil-defense boxes, radiation detectors, and cots and stuff like that,” John shared during an interview.
For those around the are who want to know if there is a nuclear shelter in their yard, John suggests looking up records of the City of Tucson or Pima County for information.
In case they do discover anything alike, John urges citizens to be extra cautious, just like he was. “Jumping into holes in the ground is generally not a good idea,” John said and explained that toxic air in a tunnel or a cave-in can easily incapacitate anyone.
It is John’s wish to restore the bomb shelter, but because that requires plenty of money, he set up a GoFundMe page. It is his priority to replace the staircase so that people can enter the shelter easily and explore the place.
I Went to My School Reunion to Take Revenge on My Childhood Crush, Until I Learned What Really Happened Back Then — Story of the Day
Joan scrolled through her school album remembering what her thoughts were back then. It had already been twenty years since graduation, but Joan still remembered the boy who broke her young heart. In anticipation of meeting him at the reunion, she didn’t know that he hadn’t been the one to blame.
As I sat flipping through my old school photos, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over me. It had been 20 years since I graduated, but looking at the pictures made it feel like just yesterday.
There I was—young Joana Cooper, with that silly, hopeful smile plastered on my face, and beneath my yearbook photo, a cheesy quote I once thought was so profound:
“Love is a two-person job.”
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I laughed at how naive I had been back then, but my laughter quickly faded as my eyes landed on his photo. Chad Barns. My high school crush. The boy who had captured my heart for years.
I had been head over heels for Chad back then—leaving secret love notes in his locker, trying to flirt in my awkward teenage way, and even stuffing valentines into his backpack when I thought no one was looking.
I was convinced we’d end up together, that he was the one.
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I imagined our future so vividly, right down to our wedding day. But here I was, 38 years old, still single, and still wondering what had gone wrong.
Why had Chad suddenly shut me out all those years ago? He had ghosted me just before graduation, leaving me confused and heartbroken.
I hadn’t spoken to him since, but the memory of him still haunted me, even after all this time.
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Just as I started to sink deeper into my thoughts, the doorbell rang, pulling me back to the present.
I set the photo album aside and went to open the door. My best friend Lora stood there, her usual bright smile lighting up her face.
“Ready for the school reunion, bestie?” she asked, her excitement contagious.
I hesitated, leaning against the doorframe.
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“Honestly, Lora, I’m not sure I want to go.”
She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
“Why not? What happened?”
I let out a deep sigh.
“I was just going through my old photos, and it brought back a lot of memories. You know, about Chad.”
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Lora rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms.
“Chad Barns? You’re still hung up on that after 20 years?”
“I know it sounds ridiculous,” I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“But it still stings. We were so close, and then he just stopped talking to me, like I didn’t mean anything to him.”
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Lora stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“Look, maybe he won’t even show up tonight. And even if he does, don’t let it ruin your night. This reunion is about catching up with old friends and having fun, not reopening old wounds.”
I forced a smile, trying to push my insecurities aside.
“You’re right. But if he’s there… I’ll make sure he remembers exactly what he missed.”
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Lora grinned.
“That’s the spirit.”
I was nervous the entire drive to the school reunion. My fingers tapped nervously against my lap, and I kept glancing out the window, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.
What if Chad showed up? What if he didn’t? A part of me wasn’t sure which would be worse.
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My heart felt like it was lodged in my throat, and the closer we got, the harder it was to breathe.
As we arrived at the venue, I glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror one last time, adjusting my hair and smoothing down the fabric of my dress.
I couldn’t shake the nerves that clung to me like a second skin.
“Joan, you look gorgeous. Seriously, stop worrying about Chad—this is your night,” Lora said, her voice soft but firm.
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“We’re going to have fun, okay?”
I gave her a weak smile, but the knot in my stomach wouldn’t loosen. “Thanks,” I muttered, still fidgeting with my dress.
“But what if he doesn’t come? I feel like a fool getting all worked up over this. It’s been so long, Lora.”
“You’re not a fool,” Lora said, rolling her eyes as if I had said something ridiculous.
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“Honestly, if he does show up, don’t waste your energy on him. Let him see what he missed, and let’s make this night about us, not him.”
Her confidence was contagious, and for a moment, I felt reassured. We stepped out of the car and headed toward the entrance, but with every step, my heart pounded harder.
The school loomed in front of me, bringing back a flood of memories—some good, some painful. I couldn’t believe I was walking back into this chapter of my life.
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The reunion felt like stepping into a time machine. Familiar faces greeted us, people I hadn’t seen in years, some who had barely changed, others I barely recognized.
Laughter filled the air as old friends caught up, shared stories, and reminisced about the good old days. I was starting to relax, even enjoying myself, until I saw him.
Chad Barns.
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My heart skipped a beat as I spotted him across the room. He looked different—older, yes, but still handsome in that rugged, confident way I remembered.
He had a neatly trimmed beard now, and as soon as our eyes met, he smiled. A warm, familiar smile that hit me harder than I expected. All the anger and confusion I had buried deep inside for years rushed to the surface.
Why did he shut me out all those years ago? Why had he left me hanging without a word?
Before I could do anything—before I could even process what I was feeling—Lora grabbed my arm, gently but firmly pulling me in the opposite direction.
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“Remember what I said,” she whispered, her voice steady. “Don’t talk to him.”
“Okay,” I muttered, trying to follow her advice, but part of me was screaming to finally confront Chad, to demand the answers I had been waiting for all these years.
Later in the evening, after we had chatted with a few more classmates, Lora accidentally spilled her drink on her dress. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, looking down at the dark stain.
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“I just bought this! I’ll be right back, Joan, I need to go clean this up.”
I watched as she hurried off to the bathroom, leaving me alone for the first time that evening.
I glanced around, feeling a bit lost without Lora by my side. The reunion was in full swing, laughter and music filling the air, but I suddenly needed some space.
Without thinking, I made my way outside, toward the quiet bench in the schoolyard that used to be my favorite spot.
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It was the place where I would sit after classes, lost in my daydreams or writing in my journal. Tonight, it felt like the perfect place to clear my head.
Sitting down, I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the cool night breeze wash over me.
The memories of high school flooded back—how carefree I was back then, how hopeful. And then, the memories of Chad. I shook my head, trying to push them away, but they lingered, just like they always had.
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Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I opened my eyes and turned to see Chad walking toward me, his familiar smile lighting up his face.
“Hey, Joana,” he said, his voice warm but tentative.
“Chad,” I replied, feeling my heart race in my chest. “It’s been a long time.”
“It has,” he said, stopping a few feet away from the bench. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk to me. You’ve been avoiding me all night.”
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I laughed nervously, unsure of how to respond. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to talk to me after how things ended in high school.”
Chad looked genuinely confused. “What do you mean? I thought you didn’t want to see me after that letter.”
“Letter?” I repeated, frowning. “I never got a letter, Chad.”
He sighed, his expression turning serious.
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“I wrote you a letter asking you out to the park for a date. I left it in your locker, and when you didn’t show up, I figured you weren’t interested. I thought that’s why you stopped talking to me.”
I shook my head, completely stunned.
“Chad, I never got a letter. I thought you stopped talking to me out of nowhere. I couldn’t figure out what I did wrong.”
Before Chad could respond, I heard footsteps again. Lora appeared, looking flustered, her cheeks slightly flushed.
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“What are you two talking about?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice that I hadn’t noticed before.
“Lora,” I said slowly, piecing things together. “Do you know anything about the letter Chad sent me?”
Her face turned pale, and for a moment, she looked like she was about to deny everything. But then Chad stepped forward.
“Lora, you gave me Joana’s reply. You told me she wasn’t interested.”
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I turned to look at Lora, my stomach sinking as I saw the guilt in her eyes. “Is that true?” I asked, my voice shaking.
Lora looked down, her face flushed with embarrassment and regret. “I… I was jealous,” she admitted, barely above a whisper.
“I liked Chad, and I didn’t want you two to get together. I thought you’d forget about him if I made sure you never saw that letter.”
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My chest tightened with a mix of disbelief and anger.
“You lied to both of us? You ruined everything because you were jealous?”
“I’m sorry,” Lora whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “I never thought it would matter after all these years. I just didn’t want to lose either of you.”
“Go away, Lora,” I said, my voice trembling with the weight of all the emotions I had kept bottled up for years.
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As Lora hurried off, a mix of sadness, anger, and relief washed over me.
Chad stepped closer, his arms wrapping around me in a gentle hug. I leaned into him, feeling the warmth I had missed all these years.
“All this time,” I whispered, my voice shaky, “I thought you didn’t care.”
Chad sighed, his voice soft. “I thought the same about you.”
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For a moment, we stood there in silence, holding onto each other, letting the weight of the past slowly slip away.
“We can’t change the past,” Chad said, his voice calm, “but we can decide what happens now.”
I looked up at him, wiping away my tears with a small smile. “You’re right.”
We spent the rest of the night sitting on that familiar bench, talking and laughing. We had lost so much time, but I felt hopeful we wouldn’t lose any more.
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