For many years, the house on the outskirts of town remained abandoned. After it was purchased, the new owner opted to repair the flooring and hired workers to tear it out. During the renovation, the crew unearthed an antique chest hidden beneath the first layer of the floor.
After some discussion, they chose to open it on camera to document the moment.
The chest was undoubtedly over a century old and likely wasn’t concealed by the previous occupants, as no renovations had been done to the property. They attempted to lift the chest with a winch and ropes, but it was far too heavy. The rusted lock had corroded so badly that they had to use a grinder to break it down. Eventually, they resorted to sawing off the hinges when the lid wouldn’t budge.
To their surprise, instead of finding junk, they uncovered neatly stacked silver ingots within. The owner was promptly called to the scene, and he, in turn, contacted an appraiser.
The treasure was valued at 15 million rubles, based solely on its weight. Given the historical significance of the ingots, the owner might expect an even higher price.
Discovering a silver hoard is a rare stroke of luck, and at the very least, the homeowner recouped his investment in the property.
For Years My Neighbor Comes Home for 15 Minutes in the Middle of the Day — I Finally Dared to Take a Peek
As I hurried to my front door, I realized that I only had fifteen minutes left. I quickly headed toward the open window as soon as I thought no one was watching. I was happy that no neighbors were observing when I peered over the windowsill.
Their living area was same to all others. Mike faced away from me while holding a high-end camera. With a subtle smile, Jill turned to face him. My attention was drawn to a brief glimpse of motion near the room’s edge. Mike had my whole attention. His wife yelled, “Someone’s there!,” as our eyes locked, and I lost my breath. There’s someone looking inside!
No, no, no! I pondered. This is not possible!
With my heart racing, I hurried back to my house and secured the door. What was going through my mind? I peeked inside their house, but why? Had I caused them any offense? I thought they were going to call the cops.
The quiet was broken the following day by a knock on my door. Taking a glance through the peephole made my stomach turn. It was Mike. He pulled out a picture from an envelope he was holding. My picture. “Want to elaborate?” he inquired, seeming amused.
I admitted, embarrassed. To my astonishment, Mike grinned and extended an invitation to visit, stating that he loves Jill by taking her picture every day. I treasured their endearing custom and never looked out the window again after that day.
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