My grandparents lived in a house that was a modified Sears and Roebuck house, it was built in 1917, and one of the “upgrades” the builder put in was a linen chute that ran all from the attic bedrooms to the basement laundry/ wash area. In the late 1950’s my grandfather had the basement remodeled to include a recreation room, and a bathroom for the older children, and social gatherings (complete with indoor shuffle board – pretty fancy for Rural North Dakota). The bathroom went right where the old washroom was, and the laundry moved upstairs. At the time, the bathroom was only a 2 fixture scenario with a toilet and sink – however, rather than do anything with the laundry chute, it was left as it was, to be used as a auditory link to the basement. It was easier to open the chute door and call down to the basement..
Anyone who visited and took a shower, was treated to the fact that their privacy was not what they thought it was. Due to the location of the shower head in the stall, and the long tunnel nature of the old linen chute, a person wasn’t really exposed but we could hear the person taking a shower. Usually, if unprepared, the person would get a thrill hearing a voice from above. My dad thought my mom’s house was haunted. A couple of friends of mine screamed and ran up the stairs with towels and robes akimbo. My sister, brother, and I enjoyed taking turns dumping stuff onto innocent bathers – mostly ice-cubes.