Secret Hideout: Did any of you user's have a secret hideout growing up or now. What kind of shit did you keep there...

Secret Hideout: Did any of you user's have a secret hideout growing up or now. What kind of shit did you keep there. Did you go solo or did you have friends who knew about the hideout?

I used to babysit some kids when I was in high school for extra $$ and they had a giant forest behind their house with a river and an island even. We built a 30 foot bridge across the river and then dug trenches on the island and made forts out of them for airsoft wars. Wish i had pics still.

yes some kids made two places with tree place.

The very last hideout we made growing up were in the trees of my Trailer park. We would climb up into the branches during the summer and nail planks up there to sit and smoke joints. Old people would chase us out sometimes.

boiler room of apartment building. communal hideout

When I was 11 me and a friend kind of made one

>live in a trailer park with some woods and a creek nearby
>can cross creek behind my house to get into woods
>full of wild rose bushes
>thornshurtman.jpg
>friend was 14 and had a machete
>clear out a path into woods
>every day for months we go further and further
>eventually come out on a clearing
>no houses nearby, but there was a pond with fish
>start fishing every day
>week later some adults ride up on a 4wheeler
>think "they're people fishing too whatever"
>get off ATV and call for us
>tell us this is their land, but they're cool if we fish. Just don't kill the fish taking the hooks out and always return them
>fuck adults man, we'll keep them if we want
>keep fishing
>keep the big ones anyway.
>go there daily until my 14 year old friend choked my ferret for being "half black"
>mom wouldn't let us hang out anymore
>stop going to our secret path cuz no other friends want to go

That's my secret hideout story I guess...

Dug a pretty deep hole with my friend when we were 9. Put boards over the top for a roof. Kept a porno mag he found at a bus stop, packs of kools I'd steal from my grandmother, and cans of soda. Would sit in there and dig it deeper/wider, dig out shelves. Yes, we showed each other our dicks in there too and I sucked his. Neither of us are gay, and neither one ever mentions that when we see each other now. Eventually we stopped going in there cuz we saw centipedes

Kind of a similar story, only it wasn't secret. Same friend asIn it too. My grandma had this space under her house that was only used for a lawnmower. I was the one who cut her grass every weekend when my family visited so I thought it would be safe. Friend would come with us. My mom only smoked menthols occasionally and kept her menthols in my grandma's freezer(they were cools as well! Kek)... Anyway we'd wake up about 5am and sneak a pack of kools and smoke them there. We did it for years...but every time we'd have to hijack another pack. Every time the pack would be gone... Space was under my grandpa's bedroom(no my grandparents didn't sleep together). Figure my grandpa would go get them after we left and tell my mom he smoked them. He was a smoker too. We never got in trouble, and considering over the course of our friendship we probably stole about 6 cartons of cigs there's no way she'd not notice.... Worth noting, my grandpa would give me cigs and chewing tobacco when I was much younger and tell me to show her. He'd get a hearty Kek out of her reaction too.

In the woods behind our house. We had a huge cement sewer tube they must of tossed back there for whatever reason. It had some graffiti and tons of cigarette butts on the ground. It was my first porno mag drop spot.

There was this abandoned wendys by my house that had a ladder up to the roof. I and my brother would climb up there some nights with airsoft guns and shot at whatever caught our attention (cars, birds, etc.) We were real shit kids.

My friend faked smoking them, and would mostly just burn stuff with them. I was an idiot and smoked them for real, and still smoke to the day.

In the woods behind my house there were the remains of an old treehouse that we tried to rebuild using tools and things from a nearby construction site (which was also pretty cool to explore.) We eventually got caught stealing from the site owner's truck though and stopped doing that. What they didn't know though is that we also snuck onto the owner's property and hung out in his garden, and once we even broke into his house. Shit was cash.

growing up there was an abandoned warehouse in the field near my house
it was kind of a communal hide/hang out for every kid in the entire neighborhood
there wasn't much kept in it except porn mags

now
I have a cache of a rifle, 1000 rounds, water purifier, knife, axe, rope, and maps in a wilderness area near me

My friends Dad would give us cigarettes when we were like 9 and 10. We would be at the park smoking them up.

My stepfather had an entire crate of porno, vhs and mag. I stole the entire damn thing when I was 7 and took it to my friends clubhouse, which was a hollowed out hedge behind his apartment building

My house backed onto a small woodlot and I built a treefort in it

I didn't really keep much there and I didnt have any friends locally.

Your friend's dad sounds like a good man

Sounds like an awesome childhood

Young men today will never know the troubles we had growing up getting porn magazines. It was a fucking neighborhood effort to steal one from the party store down the road. One day a couple of friends did return and one grabbed three. It was the best summer!

And amazingly no gay shit happened in that hedge, a mexican girl our age lived in his apartment and came to the hedge with us to see the porn. After looking at some she asked to see me pee. I think that was probably my first erection, trying to piss for her, but unable to because I was hard and didn't know why

My family used to move every like 4 years or so.
When I was around 13 or 14, there was a bomb shelter underneath the small greenhouse attached to a wooden toolshed in the backyard. My and my brother went down there and only found a bunch of jars, newspapers, and shit like that. Me and one of my friends went down there and beat off together too, but it was really dark (even with flashlights). We only stayed at that house for like a year because it was shitty.

Huge stand of bamboo in an open space behind my Mom's house. Other houses all around, too. Cut a tiny hidden passage to the center of that bamboo, and a small clearing. No one ever noticed, played there for years.

Later, lost my virginity there. And then fucked my chubby redhead gf there every Wednesday for the rest of high school.

It was a good hideout.

Cool thread OP

We had one on-top of a mountain, shit was fucking cash.

>Be 11/12
>Have not that many friends but friends nonetheless
>We climb mountains for fun
>Notice this fucking hobo hideout with chairs, tables and one hell of a view of the city from the mountain.
>We sat up there some nights and listened to the football games that we heard from a radio we stole at a scrap-yard
>Hobos come
>Fugg.jpg
>Split the hell out of there
>Rip radio
>We decided that we needed more people so that we could take over the hideout from the hobos.
>Start recruiting in school
>Little did we know, other kids also had hideouts
>War was coming

Cont?

Our neighbor would babysit me when I was five or six, they had a daughter or something who was maybe a year younger than me. The woman would sit on the couch watching television and chain-smoke while we hung out under a table behind the couch "playing sex". I can barely remember any details, just one memory of having no pants trying to hump on the girl and getting caught by the woman watching tv

>they had a daughter or something
must have been a hideous ass kid

Yes?

Had somewhat of a secret hideout when I was about nine. Went there every day, was basically this little forest with a lake and river. To my knowledge no one else knew of it. Some friends and I would go there to catch frogs and similar shit. Buried a time capsule then got chased out by some faggots with BB guns. Never went back after that.

No, just the woman I remember being kind of old so maybe wasn't her kid

Alright.

>Recruiting was piss-easy, Hideouts started to become a thing in school.
>To our knowledge there were now three hideouts that were noteworthy
>Ours
>The young Chads
>The Autistic kids
>In my school the Autistic kids always got away with literally anything.
>"Muh autism"
>Whatever, we needed to take back out hide-out first
>We recruit this kid whose parents were like top 20 richest families in our country
>Happens to have seriously anger issues
>Once decked four niggers at once for saying they'd kill his best friend
>We work on our plan to retake the hideout from the hobos
>We were like eight at this point, three before the recruiting
>We know that we can't use brute force to get the hobos away
>Kid with anger issues says he has fireworks left over from new years eve
>Fuck yes
>We wait until Friday evening
>We knew hobos were probably shitfaced
>We make a half circle around our hideout were the hobos were drinking, smoking, whatever
>Fire-crackers in our hands
>One of the original friends stole some matches from his mom and we used one each to light the crackers.
>We throw them all in.
>Hobos goes fucking nuts
>Wailing arms and tries to run away from them
>We kek and rush in there
>They're backing away from the crackers
>We light new ones and keep tossing them towards the hobos to make them retreat
>Hobos throws bottles towards us and retreats
>We got our hideout back

>Time passed
>Talking to one of the originals and kid with anger issues in the school yard
>We decide to go and play in the "jungle"
>Jungle was basically this huge bush on the school yard
>Pretty fucking cool for us kids
>We play there for a while until we find the kids with autism playing there too
>Three of them wanted to play with us
>We didn't let them
>They got piss-angry
>The leader autistic kid with long curled hair walks up with this toy cap-gun made from metal and a plastic handle as he pretends to shoot us
>kek
>We tell them to scram
>Autistic leader then charges towards kid with anger issues and fucking pistol whips him in the face
>Ohfuck
>Autistic kid fucking split his eye-brow open
>Anger issues kid charges forth and grabs his collar
>Decks him to the ground and starts to beat him
>Absolutely speechless
>The other autistic kids BTFO
>Gets teacher
>Teacher drags Anger issues kid out of there
>End of the day we hang around in out hide-out before we had to scram for dinner
>Anger issues kid comes up and tells us he got a lot of shit from his parents for what he did
>Autistic kid got away because "Muh Autism"
>This meant war.

Thanks for killing the thread with your life story

continue

STFU, I want more of this:

You got some hideout yarns MF
Continue.

>We were planning our first move on the Autistic kids
>We couldn't harm them in school because Autistic leader now had a teacher holding his fucking hands at all times
>Decide to fuck their hideout up.
>We waited until class was over and the teacher left
>Luckily one of the autistic kids always stays inside and draws some shit
>It was only four of us and one of him in an empty classroom
>We surround him and just starts with friendly banter at first
>Then we all goes for it
>Those on his right (Including me) pin his arm to the table
>The others holds his other arm
>Guy infront of the desk wraps both of his hands around the wrist of the Autistic kid and starts to twist them in different directions
>Force him to give us the location of the hideout
>After crying and almost him breaking the bench we got it

Of course we were fucking kids and didn't suspect the kid would talk

>It was by the water, at the beach walk next to a bridge outside of school, in a caved in part of a hill that offered shelter
>Wasn't far from the PR jog route
>We go in there after school and start to search for shit
>Find sticks that looked like guns which for some reason was really valuable for us hide-out kids
>From butt-fucking-nowhere we hear the screeches
>Shit
>Turns out kid talked, who would've guessed?
>We're surrounded by the fucking Autism gang and their leader with his cap gun
>He wanted revenge on kid with anger problems
>We all had sticks posed like guns
>We use the sticks to shield ourselves from the wailing arms of the Autistic kids
>We all get small scratches but nothing too bad
>Anger kid gets hit
>He roars as he pushes an autistic kid into another with the stick
>They fall like fucking dominoes
>With two of them down we got time
>Split as the Autistic kids hunted us
>We finally get to a bridge where we lifted most of the sticks posed like guns up and tossed them into the water while yelling "Fuck you!" in full view of the Autistic kids before we ran away

Bumping for interest

there used to be a large forest near some railroad tracks near my house. My friends and I would go out there and look for porn mags dropped by bums.

I like the part about the sticks that look like guns. As a hide-out kid I remember they were key for any mission we had.

Wooden-gun-shaped-sticks were the bomb

C'mon hideout story man, we must know what is next!

>Time passes
>We hear a lot of shit about our deed with the sticks having pissed the Autistic kids off
>Word passes that autistic leader is planning his next move
>We just kek
>The autistic kids were way more than us
>Ask kid with anger problems to try and ally us with the young chads
>He buys them candy with the lunch money he gets from his parents
>He fucking starves for our cause
>Kid with anger issues says that one of the chads has a grill in the Autistic gang
>Allowing grills in their gangs? Plebs.
>We now know that the chads were more likely to go against us than with us
>Be wary..
>We sit in our hide-out after school
>Talk shit, making plans to try and block the Autistic kids hideout with furniture
>Suddenly we hear the screeches again
>The autistic kids had fucking found our hide-out
>Turns out the young chads persuaded kid with anger issues to telling them where it was
>Young chads grill found out and told the autistic leader
>Fucking autistic leader comes up with his cap gun and starts to wail it around while screaming
>We move back slightly, not sure what to do
>Kid with anger issues takes a fist full of ashes left from some small fires we made by the remaining sticks and fucking tosses it into the Autistic leaders face, blinding him
>We all charge
>Anger kid takes the gun from the autistic leader and pistol whips him down.
>They all pretend to shoot us with their sticks that look like guns
>Too easy lmao
>We just push them back
>Suddenly the chads come
>Treacherous bastards had allied themselves with the fucking autistic kids
>We must split, there was simply too many
>We drag the kid with anger issues with us because he wouldn't stop beating Autistic leader
>They now had our hide out.
>Now the young chads were on us too
>Fuck

Cont?

Cont!

Fuck yeah

We must keep this thread alive!

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>Close to giving up
>Our hideout was gone, inhabited by the screeching general
>I'll call them screechers from now on.
>The chads were against us
>We tried to approach the smaller hide-out kids and asked if they wanted to ally with us
>They didn't want to because word spread that we didn't have a hideout anymore
>Fuck's sake
>We suddenly get an idea
>Only reason for the alliance between the Screechers and the Chads was because of the chads grill in the screechers
>Write a fake letter posing as the chads grill that said that she wanted to dump him
>Wasn't even convincing at all, just three words
>Slide it through his bench
>Next day on the school yard we were in the Jungle and spied on the grill
>Chad comes up and fucking decks her, holding the letter in his hand
>Our eyes swings the fuck open
>If she didn't want to break up with him she sure as hell wanted to now
>He walks away to the other chads
>Time passes and later that day chads come up to us and wants an alliance
>We demand a peace offering however
>That the chads would steal some of the screechers kids sticks that looks like guns and hand them to us for what they did to us
>They agree because officially they were still allied with the kids
>We get the sticks a couple of days later and goes near our hide-out
>Spy it out until the screechers left to play somewhere close to the hideout on the mountain
>Get up there and toss the sticks in a pile
>Set fire to them and run back
>Their fucking faces when they saw their precious sticks burning
>Hear the screeches and cries
>We laughed our way straight back home
>Plotting our next move

Had to change to my laptop so that I can write in bed.

I have a secret warehouse that I use kinda like a fort from my GF
I am at work so I don't have pics but basically
>Mancave
>1960s mustang
>Pool table
>Stocked bar
>Darts
>Big TV and sound system for fights/basketball
Me and friends hang out there around once a week to get the hell away from the women in our lives

Please.


Continue.

Fucking WWIII or some shit. This is awesome!

I'm loving this story! This will be remembered and saved. You've done great work so far...
You've done a proper greentext

>be 12
>read 'when the wind blows'
>become obsessed with nuclear war
>start digging huge hole in back garden
>save every penny
>tell mother the digging is for a nature project
>eventually have enough money 16 months later
>when mother is out, get shipping container delivered and dropped in to hole
>quickly cover with dirt
>she thinks I just filled it in
>over the months, build secret tunnel entrance coming out in bush and bury extension electrical cord from the shed
>make a water pumping machine from a few water pistols and some fans from slot car motors and plastic bowls
>felt my first tits in there
>vicky, age 12
>eczema on her tits

her body is still there

protip, moot exits this (or a very, very similar) door at the very end of the music video for Anamanaguchi's "Meow"

This is more interesting than GoT

>Game of Hide-outs

...

Kek

I'm confused, did you make a fake vag and tits? Or did you murder someone when you were 12 and raped her?

oh no, the first tits came much later. that was last year. i'm 37

Why did you kill Vicki though?

she was gonna tell people where my den is and she said that my funny tickles weren't funny

What was her last name?

pollard

Oh, I didn't expect an answer. Regardless, I'm fine without looking that up.
I'm here for the Hideout story that one guy has been greentexting

>We didn't have our hide-out back though
>The screechers had abandoned their old one after the chads had taken all their sticks
>Invited to chad's hide-out to plot together
>Was a fucking sick hide-out
>Had couches, tables and shit
>One of the young chads was a boyscout so he could easily fix up a roof using some sticks and cloth
>Soda, BB guns, everything
>Finally come up with a plan
>Kid with anger issues still had fireworks left
>We come up with the plan
>Execution..
>I stole some empty wine bottles from the glass disposal at our apartment which was always fucking full so people always placed the bottles next to it
>We place three wine bottles down by the hideout
>Place the fireworks into them
>We had one of the chads and the kid with anger issues at the fireworks
>They started to fire off while the chads rushed in from the side which had a pretty plain ground, firing their BB guns
>We climbed the mountain from the front to our hideout but the screechers were throwing palm-sized rocks down it (around a 40-45 degree angle)
>Shit was like fucking D-day
>We finally get up there
>We now surround the fucking screechers with the help of the chads
>We made it
>We cheer as we got our hideout back and the screechers were finally defeated
>They start to cry and tries to get passed the chads to go home
>Chads didn't let them
>We trash talk them for a while

After this the screeching leader had to change schools because his parents thought that this hide-out thing was taking over his mind and being defeated with no leader to look up to, the screechers disbanded. Us and chads carried that alliance for the rest of our time in that school, sharing hide-outs and memories. Kid with anger issues still has the screechers kid's cap-gun and we put it as a trophy in our hide-out. Now that years have passed the hobos unfortunently has the hideout again.

The end, hope you all enjoyed.

Op here: Thanks!

slow and steady wins the race -hobos

Thanks man, this was epic

Kids will always grow up and there is only one constant, hobos.

The Fort Pitt Tunnel below Mt. Washington in Pittsburgh, PA was a major FEMA center during the cold war. Driving through the tunnel, your radio would loose signal. Problem is the signal did not do your classic high static blackout but a very smooth, low noise blackout showing the tunnel was EMF protected via active Faraday Shield hiding equipment that would be immune to any EM pulse detonated via nukes in the above atmosphere. Rumors has it after the Cold War it has been re-purposed as a Homeland Security cataclysm bunker.

While there are two tunnels accessible to public vehicles, there are actually three tunnels. The third is government access only with connected tunnels to these EMP secured facilities. Sure the staff is fucking bored and many one is an user reading this via proxy to confirm this rumor.

Me and this chick growing up had this forest we used to hang out in. We used to pretend it was a magical kingdom. Dumb bitch slipped on a rock and died