Never been in my attic before

It's not a problem here as my attic is converted into a spare bedroom. Although at the moment it's a storage room and has metal stairs. They were meant to be temporary until I built a small wooden staircase, but other things got in the way and I never got around to building them.
 
Once, upon leaving a rented house I left a 2ft Smurf soft toy hanging from it”s neck by a noose with a suicide note saying how Gargamel had made things unbearable and Papa Smurf gave no emotional support unless you were in his clique. I hope someone has been as thoughtful in your loft OP!
 
May be the corpse of the OP is up there given how old this thread is.....

OP, shame on you for being scared of your attic, shame on you for starting this thread, shame on you for not satisfactorily completing this thread. SHAME!
 
Mixed results.

In my parents house there was a box full of really high end Meccano including engines and gear sets which was worth a fortune and a decent violin worth around £500.

In Derby when my next door neighbours moved in they found a cannabis farm in their loft.

So you never know what you will find.
 
Mixed results.

In my parents house there was a box full of really high end Meccano including engines and gear sets which was worth a fortune and a decent violin worth around £500.

In Derby when my next door neighbours moved in they found a cannabis farm in their loft.

So you never know what you will find.

I'd be happy with both
 
That's an embarrassing thing to admit.

I had the joy of getting up into my loft when we bought this house and it didn't have a single loft board up there. Had to do some acrobatic walk across the joists.

Have now spent a good bit of time up there boarding over most of it, and running ethernet cables around the house.
 
I absolutely hated going up to the loft in my mum's house. Hated it. I can count on one hand the amount of times I went up there in the 25 years I lived in that house.
 
Keep meaning to board mine out and add new insulation but its going to take ages as the hatch is tiny! ugh.

Had to check if I had posted this back in 2013. A couple of loft tales. :D

A mate rented above a shop and opened the attic - bloody mannequins from something like the fifities. Never forget peering in the dark and seeing headless body shapes at the far end.

Another time, my sister and her boyfriend rented a place which had a door on the ground floor, but it was locked - there was a door on the first floor again, locked, sealed by old paint etc. Kind of like Hill House... :p

We were bored one Sunday afternoon and decided to investigate (early nineties). Cracked open one of the doors shone a torch - first thing we see is red splatter marks. :eek:

Some joker had sloshed red gloss paint down the wall of these stairs which connected the two doors. God knows when they did it but it worked.
 
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