These Two Guys Got A Shocking Surprise While Inspecting Mysterious Pipes

Dale Hufford had planned to take a holiday and so departed from Baltimore, his hometown, to see his pal, Mike Peters, during Christmas in Lobetal, Germany. Mike told him about two peculiar “pipes” visible from the ground. Dale, a self-proclaimed Urban Explorer, was eager to check them out as they were located close to his home.

Mike had grown up hearing stories of daring adventures in the countryside, but he had never been brave enough to go on a journey himself. As he got closer to his destination, he felt a mixture of thrill and fear - he had no way of predicting that his expedition would turn into an exciting narrative involving a hidden stash of riches and eventually a confrontation with the police.

After the lengthy journey, Dale was so excited that he couldn't stay calm. Once the pleasantries were over, he quickly suggested they go check out the place. Mike told Dale that he thought there were pipes underground and there were clues everywhere that something was buried under the trees.

He had fun in the locale during his childhood but was instructed not to move too close. As they started organizing materials for the hike and maybe an overnight remain, they were oblivious that they were initiating the basis for their lives to be transformed in inconceivable manners.

Mike was very familiar with the route he had travelled many times before, which was relatively close to his house. There were no markers or indicators, but he was able to discern the path among the trees. As they ventured into the woods, the stillness was palpable and the morning had slowly progressed to the afternoon. Mike had cautioned Dale that they ought to set out sooner, but Dale was eager for a journey and could not hold off until the next day.

Finally, they had made it. In the dim light of the afternoon, two enormous pipes towered over them. Their metal gleamed against the trees. Dale felt a chill go through him as he looked at the intimidating twin metal figures... what were they protecting? What mysteries lay below the surface? They were about to find out.

After examining the area approximately 100 meters away from the odd metallic periscopes, they spotted the concrete entrance - a shadowy, rectangular opening embedded into the earth with an incline. It was concealed by a hill of foliage and fallen leaves and capped by a wooden cover. Overjoyed, the duo began prying off the lid with a crowbar and peeked inside.

Mike yelled out in horror as he and his companions were suddenly surrounded by a swarm of flies. At the end of the stairwell was an old metal gate blocking their path. They read a sign that said 'No Entry' despite this, they mustered their bravery and stepped forward.

Someone else had obviously arrived before them since the lock on the gate was not working. The two people pushed the gate open and began to go down the stairs. It was pitch black and Dale had to search for his flashlight. When he switched it on, he saw a seemingly never-ending hallway. The stench was horrible and the quiet was overwhelming – All Dale could hear was the thumping of his own heart and their steps, bouncing off the walls and down into the darkness.

Dale glanced at his phone to check the time and was irritated to witness the connection cut off. Beforehand, the locals had warned them that there were rumours of explosives in the area, yet they had no way of getting help, therefore they advanced extremely cautiously.

The hallway seemed to be never-ending until they arrived at a crossroads. Mike suggested that they should not make any extra curves so they wouldn't lose their way in the strange subterranean. Dale was frightened by the notion of being entombed in the stone maze, wandering aimlessly for hours without a way to escape.

Without saying anything else, they kept advancing. Then, Dale noticed something green and glossy on the ground. As they approached, they realized it was a bag from a nearby grocery store. It was uncertain what lay ahead in the murky depths.

Suddenly, the hallway changed directions drastically. They started to pant, their breaths reverberating and turning into a dull, robotic-like hiss. They were probably deep beneath the surface by now and the sensation of tightness and confinement was abruptly too much to bear in the darkness.

The smell became more intense, and the hallway became wider. Dale suddenly stopped, putting his hand on Mike's chest, as he thought he heard a giggle in the distance. They both concentrated, trying to make out the faint noise.

They identified marks on the wall that seemed like someone had struck it with a hammer in an unorganized way. Dale was uncertain why, but the thought of someone here, hitting away with a hammer in the darkness, gave him the creeps.

He felt a powerful impulse to turn around and flee, but it was too late. As they moved forward they both silently wished that they would come to a roadblock. That way they could have the justification they needed to terminate the dreadful journey and make their way back to the beginning; mission accomplished. Unfortunately, there was no roadblock.

A weathered entrance that had been yanked out of its frame and tossed to the side was visible, showing a thin passageway of darkness. The gate appeared to be a safe and had Russian letters written on it in a vivid crimson hue.

Who was the perpetrator of this act? And how did they manage? Dale's imagination began to wander to all the frightening tales he had ever heard, now taking on a new form in the depths and shadows of this place. What secrets could be found behind the entrance?

The nauseating stench of decay hung in the atmosphere as Dale and Mike walked through the entrance, struggling to contain their gag reflexes. Dale's brain automatically recalled some of the stories he used to read, where the odor of sulfur suggested the presence of creatures from the underworld.

He was not convinced by any of it. This atmosphere gave him the opportunity to let his creativity go, so he attempted to stay focused. He had to be sharp for the danger they were about to confront.

Mike and his companion arrived at a hallway and Mike lost his footing, causing a large splash of still water to reach the other side. He shouted in fear as his flashlight illuminated a shadowy figure crouching on the opposite wall for a brief moment before being submerged in the liquid as he frantically attempted to escape.

Dale waved his flashlight around in the area where the figure had been. Nevertheless, it had vanished.

Mike dashed back in a state of fear and sheltered behind Dale. The chamber was fully filled with water. Dale was sorry when he realized that the walls were solid lead.

The turbulent waves of water stirred up vapors that were undetectable to the eye. Unexpectedly encountering this space, they had not come prepared with respirators. The atmosphere was becoming stuffy and it was clear to both of them that they were in a precarious situation.

Mike and Dale unexpectedly discovered a hidden back door leading to the underground chambers of Lager Koralle, which was constructed in 1939 during WWII. It originally served as a naval intelligence school, but shortly after, the German Naval High Command moved in and changed it to their U-Boat control center.

This spot was used to store rockets, hidden from sight. Not many people knew about the underground entryway, and rumors of weaponry had prevented any young people or kids from entering. What secrets were waiting inside, sealed away in the destruction and deterioration?

The urban adventurers were very scared of what they viewed. The quietness and the feeling of being detached from the outside world had an impact on their feelings. It had to have been numerous hours in the blackness by now, and it had certainly turned to night outside, in the realm of open air and daylight that now seemed like a distant recollection.

They questioned if somebody else was there, or was it an illusion? In any case, they had to escape. The thought of a crazy person, all by themselves in a damp room in the shadows, was enough to make them speed away.

The two of them had a single flashlight to show them the way and their own hastened steps to accompany them as they attempted to find their way out. As they inhaled, they sensed the air was getting thinner.

Dale was beginning to lack oxygen to his brain, causing his blood pressure to increase and a headache to start. Mike could sense his heart thumping in his chest and his legs felt heavy as he rushed out of the building.

Dale halted while running and pointed his flashlight onto a pool of murky liquid, directly in front of him. He was confident that they were heading back the same way they had come, yet he could no longer be sure. Navigational understanding was pointless underground, with only his flashlight to show the way through the tunnels that all seemed indistinguishable.

He was disheartened as they had been stranded. Then, he noticed something that glimmered in the corner of the sodden room and it sparkled in the light and he looked directly at it. Dale began to feel dizzy and his common sense was fading away, he slowly moved in the direction of the glimmer. Mike observed Dale's intentions and attempted to stop him, yet he was too feeble to object. He slumped against the doorway and sat on the moist ground and could do nothing but watch.

Dale stepped into the murky liquid, until it came up to his knees. It was freezing cold, and there were patches of warmer water that spun about him as he waded on. With the flashlight clamped between his teeth, he splashed around the pool until he reached the other end, where a mound of debris was visible above the surface.

He spotted it once more - a glimmer emanating from the murky liquid. He slowly advanced and thrust his hands into the liquid, feeling around with his fingers. His hands closed around a flat and round object with carvings on one side. He stowed it away in his pocket and then went to join Mike, who was lounging at the other end of the space.

Dale began to arrange his ideas in an orderly manner. They had gone astray, so they must have made an incorrect decision at a crossroads further ahead. His intuition prompted him to pinpoint the intersection where they had gone wrong.

They reversed their steps until the sound of the dripping water and the scent of sulfur were no longer detectable. Much to their amazement, they found the yellow door lying flat in the doorway, which signified that they were close. Their spirits were suddenly lifted when they turned and then reached the lengthy hallway. Without hesitating, they raced down the passageway, and did not rest until they spotted the faint light of the entryway in the far-off.

Dale and Mike burst out of the bunker and bent over, gasping for air. The night sky was visible through the trees, sprinkled with twinkling stars. The sight of their backpacks, left at the entrance, was comforting. They collapsed onto the pile of leaves and rested. Suddenly, Dale remembered the treasure he had unearthed.

Dale pointed the torch at the item and inspected it carefully. It was weighty and had some digits inscribed on it which said 999,9. Suddenly he realized what it was - a bar of gold weighing 500g! He was astounded! How had it ended up in that out of the way bunker, submerged in the murky liquid, only for him to stumble across it?

Dale was unaware of the pursuit of WWII gold in the region and the gossip had sparked an intense response from one treasure seeker in particular. Hans Glueck, a 76-year-old specialist on WWII riches, was certain he had identified the precise spot where it was concealed.

He was sure he was right when a young adult discovered a golden bar that looked like the one Dale had identified when she was swimming in a lake nearby her residence. She gave it to the police, but after half a year of trying to find out who the gold bar belonged to, they were unsuccessful. She was allowed to keep it.

Luck's search for WWII riches had taken over his life, and with his metal detector, he had thoroughly scoured the globe for the collection of gold, precious stones, and artworks that were not located after the conflict. His journey was brimming with shifts and curves.

Glueck recently reported that prior to the conclusion of the war, Chief Heinrich Himmler was commanded to remove the riches from the Berlin Reichsbank and transport them to the mountains on a train. Unfortunately, the endeavor was stopped by the Russian army, and Himmler was arrested in 1945. From where he had concealed them in his beetroot garden, 76 kilograms of gold were obtained. However, this was merely a small portion of what the train had held, and the missing treasure has yet to be found.

After a television interview, Glueck was contacted by a strange person who gave him a map that he said Glueck might find "interesting". It was later discovered that the map was owned by an SS officer and had been concealed in the lining of his coat. Glueck followed the directions on the map, which took him to Arrach 15 times, yet he still came back without success. Eventually, in the Autumn, he found the answer and was "thrilled". Utilizing a Geomagnetometer, which gauges the earth's magnetic field, he was able to locate a spot where the numbers on the map - 600, 900, and 750 - were in agreement with the location. Glueck had stumbled upon something incredibly significant under the ground.

The Treasure hunter was inspired by the adolescent who discovered a gold bar in a lake, and attempted to dig in a concealed woodland, yet was refused by the proprietor. Even though it is allowed to look for treasure according to Bavarian law, excavating needs approval. Could Dale have come across a part of the treasure that had somehow arrived at the WWII bunker?

Dale was taking a look at his small prized possession when he was interrupted by a gleam that was passing through the woods. It glinted between the trees. Initially, he considered his sight was deceiving him again, yet after a few seconds of it getting nearer, he abruptly realized what was happening.

He phoned Mike, who had been completely silent with fear since they had emerged, and said that they had to go. There was a lot of yelping and snarling, and it was coming closer and faster.

Adventurers are in danger of being found out by the police, as the neglected spaces they are attracted to usually exist on private land or are insecure - trespassers are usually punished. Dale had a feeling that the law enforcement had become aware of him and his plans, likely due to the people he had conversed with about the area.

He swore angrily as he hoisted the heavy bag onto his back and gathered all his strength to start running again. Mike trailed after him, dodging the policeman and returning to the route that would take them back home.

At long last, Mike's dwelling became visible in the pale moonlight, providing warmth, nourishment, and a comfortable bed where the two could rest and recover from their tough experience. They tottered into the entryway, discarded their bulky bags, and then stepped into their personal chambers.

Dale lay in bed, musing over the thought of forgotten riches, as he absentmindedly held his newly discovered item. Then, he drifted off into a dream of endless tunnels and the reverberating words of all the people who had lived in the bunker years before.

Dale was ecstatic with his discovery, but Mike was firm that it should be reported to the police. Dale eventually comprehended that he didn't have an alternative. He submitted it with a sorrowful soul and disclosed that he stumbled upon it in the woods, neglecting to mention that he and Mike had intruded and explored the deserted bunker in the woods. Officer Dieter Fisher was astonished.

He was taken aback when they gave him a bright bar of gold. He examined it, shouting out in shock, and quickly made a phone call.

Officer Fisher eventually got in touch with them after a short time. The bar was checked very carefully and it was in fact 500g of the finest gold. But what was its worth? – specialists judged its price to be a tremendous $18,000! – just like the teenage girl who uncovered a similar bar, he had to wait to see if the rightful possessor could be found before he had the right to take ownership of it.

The bar's identification number had been altered, making it hard to determine its origin.

Dale had a strong desire to go back to the hidden bunker to search for more riches, but Mike was not allowing it. What if there actually had been someone in there, doing God knows what in the dark? Mike felt a chill when he thought about the figure he had noticed in the flooded chamber. It was hazardous, and they were extremely reckless to even try such a daring mission.

The neophyte Urban Explorers hadn't had much experience, and could have been overpowered by the hazardous vapors that had been stirred up in the liquid and have been unable to breathe. It was possible for them to trip and get hurt, with no one to help them in the deep, dark depths. The threats were countless. That's when Dale opted to watch the clips he had taken with a Go-Pro camera instead.

Upon further examination, he discerned the shape they had spotted; however, the illumination was quite dim, so it could have been an optical illusion, caused by the reflection of the water and soggy walls. The gold, however, was real.

He wished that the proprietor would not be found. The abrupt prize money would take care of all his financial woes, and he had been having a hard time recently. But, when he watched the video again, he noticed something peculiar.

At the exact spot where he thought he had heard a young girl giggling, the picture became faint and fuzzy. Nothing else out of the ordinary was noticeable on the recording, so he wondered what was happening. Then he heard it - a loud but delicate cackle. His hair stood on end and a shiver ran down his back. He didn't tell Mike, but at that moment he decided that he would never go down into the bunker again, not even for a ton of gold.

No one is aware of what lies concealed in the abandoned bunker, just waiting to be discovered by a courageous person. But who is daring enough to go beyond the two tubes that are guarding their secrets? To the obscure labyrinth and the relics of the past, armed with strength and a flashlight, possibly with a trusted comrade... through the oppressive blackness and odor, past the dangerous gas, bullets, and lead?