Man digging in his backyard makes the last discovery he ever expected to find

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.

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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.

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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.

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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 Married a Homeless Man to Spite My Parents – A Month Later, I Came Home and Froze in Shock at What I Saw

When I offered to marry a homeless stranger, I thought I had it all figured out. It seemed like the perfect arrangement to please my parents with no strings attached. Little did I know I’d be shocked to walk into my house a month later.

I’m Miley, 34 years old, and this is the story of how I went from being a happily single career woman to marrying a homeless man, only to have my world turned upside down in the most unexpected way.

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A woman in her bedroom | Source: Midjourney

My parents have been on my case about getting married for as long as I can remember. I feel like they have a timer ticking away in their heads, counting down the seconds until my hair starts turning white.

As a result, every family dinner turned into an impromptu matchmaking session.

“Miley, honey,” my mom, Martha, would start. “You remember the Johnsons’ son? He just got promoted to regional manager at his firm. Maybe you two should grab coffee sometime?”

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A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, I’m not interested in dating right now,” I’d say. “I’m focused on my career.”

“But sweetheart,” my dad, Stephen, would chime in, “your career won’t keep you warm at night. Don’t you want someone to share your life with?”

“I share my life with you guys and my friends,” I’d counter. “That’s enough for me right now.”

But they wouldn’t let up. It was a constant barrage of “What about so-and-so?” and “Did you hear about this nice young man?”

One night, things took a turn for the worse.

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A close-up shot of chairs in a house | Source: Pexels

We were having our usual Sunday dinner when my parents dropped a bombshell.

“Miley,” my dad said in a serious tone. “Your mother and I have been thinking.”

“Oh boy, here we go,” I mumbled.

“We’ve decided,” he continued, ignoring my sarcasm, “that unless you’re married by your 35th birthday, you won’t see a cent of our inheritance.”

“What?” I blurted out. “You can’t be serious!”

“We are,” my mom chimed in. “We’re not getting any younger, honey. We want to see you settled and happy. And we want grandchildren while we’re still young enough to enjoy them.”

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A woman looking at her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“This is insane,” I sputtered. “You can’t blackmail me into getting married!”

“It’s not blackmail,” my dad insisted. “It’s, uh, it’s incentive.”

I stormed out of their house that night, unable to believe what just happened. They’d given me an ultimatum, implying that I needed to find a husband in a few months or kiss my inheritance goodbye.

I was angry, but not because I wanted the money. It was more about the principle of the thing. How dare they try to control my life like this?

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A woman looking at her mother | Source: Midjourney

For weeks, I didn’t answer their calls or visit them. Then, one evening, I got an excellent idea.

I was walking home from work, thinking about spreadsheets and deadlines, when I spotted him. A man, probably in his late 30s, sat on the sidewalk with a cardboard sign asking for change.

He looked rough, had an unkempt beard, and wore dirty clothes, but there was something in his eyes. A kindness and a sadness that made me pause.

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A homeless man | Source: Pexels

That’s when an idea struck me. It was crazy, but it felt like the perfect solution to all my problems.

“Excuse me,” I said to the man. “This might sound crazy, but, um, would you like to get married?”

The man’s eyes widened in shock. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Look, I know this is weird, but hear me out,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I need to get married ASAP. It would be a marriage of convenience. I’d provide you with a place to live, clean clothes, food, and some money. In return, you’d just have to pretend to be my husband. What do you say?”

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity. I was sure he thought I was kidding.

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A close-up shot of a man’s face | Source: Midjourney

“Lady, are you for real?” he asked.

“Completely,” I assured him. “I’m Miley, by the way.”

“Stan,” he replied, still looking bewildered. “And you’re seriously offering to marry a homeless guy you just met?”

I nodded.

“I know it sounds insane, but I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything. Just a desperate woman with meddling parents.”

“Well, Miley, I gotta say, this is the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

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A homeless man sitting outdoors | Source: Pexels

“So, is that a yes?” I asked.

He looked at me for a long moment, and I saw that spark in his eyes again. “You know what? Why the hell not. You’ve got yourself a deal, future wife.”

And just like that, my life took a turn I never could have imagined.

I took Stan shopping for new clothes, got him cleaned up at a salon, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that underneath all that grime was a rather handsome man.

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Three days later, I introduced him to my parents as my secret fiancé. To say they were shocked would be an understatement.

“Miley!” my mom exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Oh, you know, I wanted to make sure it was serious before I said anything,” I lied. “But Stan and I are so in love, aren’t we, honey?”

Stan, to his credit, played along beautifully. He charmed my parents with made-up stories of our whirlwind romance.

A month later, we were married.

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A newly wed couple | Source: Pexels

I made sure to get a rock-solid prenup, just in case my little scheme backfired. But to my surprise, living with Stan wasn’t half bad.

He was funny, smart, and always ready to help around the house. We fell into an easy friendship, almost like roommates who occasionally had to pretend to be madly in love.

However, there was just one thing that nagged at me.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

Whenever I asked Stan about his past, about how he ended up on the streets, he’d clam up. His eyes would cloud over, and he’d quickly change the subject. It was a mystery that both intrigued and frustrated me.

Then came the day that changed everything.

It was a regular day when I returned home from work. As I entered the house, a trail of rose petals caught my attention. It led me into the living room.

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A woman’s hand on a doorknob | Source: Midjourney

The sight that greeted me in the living room left me speechless. The entire room was filled with roses, and a huge heart made of petals was on the floor.

And there, in the center of it all, stood Stan.

But this wasn’t the Stan I knew. Gone were the comfortable jeans and T-shirts I gave him.

Instead, he was dressed in a sleek black tuxedo that looked like it cost more than my monthly rent. And in his hand, he held a small velvet box.

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A man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Stan?” I managed to squeak out. “What’s going on?”

He smiled, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.

“Miley,” he said. “I wanted to thank you for accepting me. You’ve made me incredibly happy. I would be even happier if you truly loved me and became my wife, not just in name but in real life. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and this past month we’ve spent together has been the happiest of my life. Will you marry me? For real this time?”

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A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

I stood there with eyes wide open, struggling to process what was happening. A thousand questions raced through my mind, but one pushed its way to the front.

“Stan,” I said slowly, “where did you get the money for all this? The tuxedo, the flowers, and that ring?”

“I guess it’s time I told you the truth,” he said before taking a deep breath. “You see, I never told you how I became homeless because it was too complicated, and it could have put you in a difficult position. And I loved our life together so much.”

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A man talking to his wife in the living room | Source: Midjourney

“I became homeless because my brothers decided to get rid of me and take over my company,” he continued. “They forged documents, faked my signatures, and even stole my identity. One day, they dropped me off in this town, miles away from home. When I tried going to the police, they pulled strings, and I never got any help. They even bribed my lawyer.”

I quietly listened as Stan poured out his story.

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A woman looking at her husband | Source: Midjourney

How he’d lost everything, how he’d spent months just trying to survive on the streets. And then, how meeting me had given him the push he needed to fight back.

“When you gave me a home, clean clothes, and a little money, I decided to fight back,” he explained. “I contacted the best law firm in the country, one that my brothers couldn’t influence because it works for their competitors.”

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A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“I told them my story and promised them a substantial payout,” he revealed. “At first, they didn’t want to take the case without an advance, but when they realized they could finally outsmart their rivals, they agreed. Thanks to them, a court case is set for next month, and my documents and bank accounts have been restored.”

He paused, looking at me with those kind eyes that had first caught my attention.

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A man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll be honest with you,” he smiled. “I’m not a poor man. I’ve spent my whole life looking for love, but every woman I met was only interested in my money. You, however, were kind to me when you thought I had nothing. That’s why I fell for you. I’m sorry I kept all this from you for so long.”

I sank onto the couch, unable to process his story. I couldn’t believe the man I married on a whim was actually wealthy and harbored genuine feelings for me.

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Stan,” I finally managed to say, “you’ve really taken me by surprise. I feel like I have feelings for you too, but all this new information is overwhelming.”

He nodded understandingly and guided me to the dining table. We ate the dinner he had prepared.

I shared my feelings with Stan once we finished eating.

“Stan, thank you for such a romantic gesture. No one has ever done anything like this for me in my life.” I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I spoke.

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A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

“I will marry you. That’s my decision now. But could you ask me again in six months? If my decision remains the same, we’ll have a real wedding. Let’s first see how life goes with all of this new information for both of us. You have a tough court battle ahead, and I’ll support you through it.”

Stan’s face lit up with a smile. “I’m so happy. Of course, I’ll ask you again in six months. But will you accept my ring now?”

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A ring in a box | Source: Pexels

I nodded, and he slipped the ring onto my finger. We hugged, and for the first time, we kissed. It wasn’t a Hollywood kiss with fireworks and swelling music, but it felt right. It felt like coming home.

As I write this, I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. I married a homeless man to spite my parents, only to discover he’s actually a wealthy businessman with a heart of gold. Life really does work in mysterious ways.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Midjourney

If you enjoyed reading this story, here’s another one you might like: When a wealthy man cruelly mocks an elderly woman after a minor accident, no one dares intervene — until Mark, a homeless man, steps forward, demanding respect. The rich man jeers at Mark’s appearance, but the next day, fate flips the script, and he’s on his knees begging for forgiveness.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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