Bunker Bliss
Two and a half years ago I was in dire financial straights, so I sold my home to keep my struggling business afloat. The new family seemed great, so I felt bad about deceiving them, but I neglected to tell them about the property’s weirdest feature: There is an 800 sq. ft. bunker on the property that I built about seven years previously. But that’s not the worst part. Not even close.
I also neglected to tell them that the bunker is the place I’ve called home since I sold the house. The entrance to it is well-hidden, but I still come and go very early or very late in the day, just to make sure I’m not seen. I’m a single man who keeps to himself. I’m now in a situation where I could move somewhere else, but I love this hidden paradise so much, so I stay.