Inviting others into our homes is one of the kindest things we can do—yet some don’t seem to appreciate it. Whether it’s having our property damaged, our rules ignored, or our dignity utterly shattered in front of our loved ones, there is a certain extra level of sting one feels when disrespected under his or her own roof. From the annoying to the catastrophic, here are real-life stories about some of the rudest house guests ever to say yes to an invitation.
1. Baby You Can Drive My Car
One evening, a buddy of a buddy, who we weren't too familiar with, joined us for a meal at our home. This chap had a bit too much to drink. Even though we barely knew him, we suggested that he spend the night at our home to avoid driving tipsy. However, he declined, drove himself back, and wrecked his car—and that's not even the shocking bit.
Subsequently, he had the audacity to consider taking us to court, blaming us for letting him drive home in such a state. Believe it or not, this guy was a complete nuisance.
2. Food For Thought
My son's girlfriend moved in with us temporarily due to some difficulties within her own family. Both my son and his girlfriend were around 17 years old during this period. However, she lacked the basic etiquette expected within a home. She would prepare meals for herself, then abandon the food and dishes strewn about, with the assumption that we would handle the cleanup.
She'd scatter her unclean clothes and personal belongings all over our home. She even took my car for a ride without seeking my permission once. Ultimately, her behavior wore us thin and we decided that we had to ask her to move out.
3. Cleanup On Aisle Mom
Every time mom visits, it feels like chaos. She used to rearrange my kitchen cabinets each time she came over, not satisfied with the way I had things arranged. This wasn't confined to just the kitchen—she did this throughout the house! She'd walk in, notice that things looked a bit untidy, and immediately start cleaning. It's quite embarrassing.
Even if we had just vacuumed the day prior, she'd comment that it probably had been ages since we last did so, urging us to get the vacuum cleaner out immediately. Requesting her to stop doesn't help, so we've simply reduced the frequency of her visits to avoid the stress. Honestly, she's the last on my list of preferred guests!
4. Making His Mark
My buddy, you know back when we were just 13, showed up for a birthday bash. He chomped through a strawberry, all save for the top bit. Then, believe it or not, he did the craziest thing—he SMASHED that top bit right into our pure white floor covering and didn't bat an eye. We all stood there, watching the whole thing unfold.
He acted as if that was the most ordinary thing to do. To this day, my folks still lovingly refer to him as Strawberry Boy.
5. The Most Dangerous Game
When I was little, I recall this scene but I can't really remember the guy involved. He was probably in his early 20s. Picture him standing in our kitchen, armed with one of our kitchen knives. What he did next was pretty strange. He began to play this little game where he would toss the knife into the floor, intending for it to stick in place. Then, he would just pull it out and repeat the process. It seemed like he thought it was quite a fun pastime, I suppose.
6. Couch Potato
We hosted a dinner where one guest drank so much that they unfortunately had an accident right there on my sofa. They somehow managed to shift around on various sections of the couch, spreading the mess around. We were completely oblivious to what they had done until they stood up to say goodbye.
7. Never Heard Of A Garbage Can
A couple of years ago, during my university days, I shared a house with two individuals who were strangers to me before we started living together. One occasion, one of my roommates invited a pair of her friends to stay over. To my shock, when I stepped into our shared restroom, I discovered three used sanitary pads nonchalantly strewn over the sink.
Believe me, we did have a fully functional waste bin exactly for such disposables in the bathroom. Nevertheless, I cleaned up the mess once. But the next day, when I found more in the same place, I was beyond appalled. Honestly, I've never felt such disgust in my life. I didn't understand my roommate's reasoning, but I asserted quite adamantly that these visitors are not welcome to stay with us anymore.
8. Cooking Up A Storm
My dad's buddy fell on hard times and lost his home, so we opened our doors to them. For weeks, we provided a roof over their heads and meals on the table while they searched for a new place. In return, we got an infestation of roaches and complaints about our meals. Just to note, my dad isn't an amateur cook—he was the head chef at a prestigious country club, and a darn good one too. I'm not sure why they had anything to complain about. But it gets worse for me.
At the time, I was a teenager. The day they finally packed up and left, I planned to chill out with a game of Sled Storm on my PlayStation. But I couldn't find it. I tore the house apart looking, but it was nowhere. Then, I realized something even more gut-wrenching. My gaming console and my entire game collection were also gone, including Sled Storm. These things were something I had bought with years of saved birthday cash.
Honestly, I've had enough of them!
9. Good To The Last Drop
One time, a visitor finished all my drinks without even bothering to ask for my approval first. This person was a guest of my roommates, while I was off to bed after enduring 14-hour workdays at a job I didn't enjoy. The drain of a ten hour shift was already hard, but adding a two-hour commute, each way, made things worse. Despite the long hours, I was still barely scraping by and was constantly weary.
Those beverages belonged to ME, and those inconsiderate individuals guzzled it all as though they had the place to themselves. They didn't even have the decency to offer to restock what they had consumed.
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10. A Story Of Substance
I was hosting a get-together at my place when I noticed my sister's buddies heading towards the back of my apartment. They took out some tin foil, and given that I live in an area known for its high substance use, I immediately knew what was happening. I didn't waste any time; I followed them and gave them a firm no to their actions, making it clear they weren't allowed to do that in my home or the building.
Our small building only houses four units, and one of those is a family with children living under us. Their act would have been entirely out of line and unacceptable. Acknowledging my point, they soon left my place but seemed obviously ticked off at me. I am astounded at the thought of them assuming I would be fine with them getting up to such activities inside my home. Not to mention, they didn't even have the courtesy to ask!
11. Bread And Clutter
Without meaning to sound harsh, this incident truly upset me. I wasn't sure if I could find people online who could relate to how I felt but I needed to air it out. I really can't stand a messy environment – it makes me anxious. Folks who know me well can vouch for this distinctive characteristic of mine. Back then, it was just my husband, our little one and I at home.
My kitchen was a perfect example of minimalism. However, a relative of mine paid us a visit and remarked that my cabinets appeared somewhat vacant. They then took the liberty, without even consulting me, to cram in an array of cheap dishes, glasses, flatware, you name it, that they bought from a dollar store. It's fair to say that I've never been so frustrated with anyone before.
12. One Smelly Step For Man
I once had a pal who suffered from a truly foul bout of athlete's foot. He'd picked it up from using the shared showers at his dorm without any shower sandals. His feet were in rough shape—all the skin on the soles and between his toes had peeled off, leaving his feet tender, bright red, and covered in delicate new skin. One night, I asked him over for a movie marathon. It was just us blokes—about five or six of us—enjoying some horror flicks, drinks, and snacks.
At some point during the night, he decided to get comfortable and took his shoes off. That's when the night took a bit of a nose-dive. We all kept quiet, but the stench filled each of the five rooms in my apartment—and that includes the living room, kitchen, both bedrooms, the bathroom, and even the laundry room. This happened incredibly fast, just moments after the shoes were off. The rest of us gave him some space and unofficially designated the couch as his spot.
The couch was no great loss—it was a relic from the 70s, complete with the old, gritty fabric—a detail worth noting. My girlfriend showed up at around 2 AM and, not being able to stand the smell, demanded my friend put his shoes back on. Despite attempts to air the apartment out over the next couple of days—with help from Febreze and candles—the smell lingered.
Even after all these attempts, the odor was still there. I inspected the couch cushions. My friend had really dug his feet into the fabric of at least two of them. I suppose the rough texture gave his sore feet some relief.
13. Making Themselves At Home
This event took place not so long ago, during the agreed period after we'd sold our home. The agreement stated that the buyers, a young pair, could plan two visits before the final handover day. With less than three weeks from the sale to closing, they scheduled their first visit about a week into this transition period, and surprisingly, turned up with nearly 20 folks to parade around the house.
This wasn't a big issue. They were simply eager and wanted their family to see their future home, which I totally got. However, one hiccup arose. They decided to bring along their dog, fully aware that I had two pet felines. This info was marked out in the realtor's brief, and they'd met our cats during previous visits while purchasing.
In fact, the guy even mentioned to our realtor that our Tortie brought back memories of his pet kitty growing up. So, it was clear they knew we had cats around, yet they introduced a foreign dog to our space, which incidentally was still ours for two more weeks. If this wasn't bad enough, they permitted their dog to relieve itself on our hardwood floor. This was my turf. That I still held onto. For a fortnight more.
We came to know about this debacle only because our security cam caught all the action. My husband wasted no time in forwarding this to our realtor, who promptly confronted the buyer's realtor. This person wasn't just attending the visit but turned out to be the buyer's sibling. She tried to sidestep the issue until she was told that we had everything on video and could share copies with her and the realtor board if need be.
She responded by requesting our realtor to "extend our apologies to the owners (that's us)," and that's the end of it. They never scheduled their second visit. My husband and I were livid, and our realtor shared that in all his years, he hadn't seen a buyer bring a pet to a visit, let alone allow it to do its business on the floor. Absolutely mind-boggling.
14. Getting Into The Holiday Spirit
My brother's girlfriend decided to gift me a homemade Christmas wreath. She came over, surprisingly removed the wreath I had hanging on my door, tossed it down the corridor, and replaced it with hers. Her creation, to be frank, wasn't very pleasing to the eye. I was stunned, unable to believe she had the audacity to throw my own wreath down the hall, and that too right in my presence!
The next day, her wreath found its new home in my trash bin.
15. Beauty Sleep
One time, I had a friend visit and she wasn't keen on sleeping on the sofa. So, I set up a fancy, brand new cot for her—I even added blankets and a comforter to make it comfy. Despite this, she grumbled about the discomfort the entire night. She'd said no to the couch, so what could I do? Next thing I know, she's asking to share my bed.
My small twin-sized bed? Nope, not happening. She got angry and insisted on hopping in anyway. I was clear with my refusal, but she simply ignored me. She messed up my bedding and squeezed into the bed anyway, positioning her feet uncomfortably close to my face. After an early exit the next day, I noticed she'd also opened a new pack of Wheat Thins and finished the whole thing, even snatching it away when I reached for some.
What a nerve!
16. The Point Of No Return
Let me share the tale of the evening I first met Tyler. I was brought to a buddy's friend's place one night; a place notorious for wild parties filled with questionable substances. My attention was immediately drawn to a strikingly beautiful lady as soon as I walked in. Just as quickly, a friend shooed me away, revealing that she was the girlfriend of the homeowner, who wasn't Tyler. We'll call her L. I spent some time milling around, mingling with Tyler and the others there, who seemed pretty cool.
Then Tyler decided to use the bathroom. The house wasn't spacious—it was a double bedroom duplex with one bathroom that opened into an often-busy living room. So when Tyler stayed in the washroom for around 30 minutes and turned on the shower, we all took notice.
But we shrugged and continued with our night. Suddenly, Tyler burst out from the bathroom and his behavior was startling—without any explanation, fled out the front door, abandoning the party.
Honestly, who could blame him for bolting? Turns out, he'd overindulged to the point of getting "barred out"; in other words, he’d consumed too much Xanax and gotten nauseous. While he was hunched over the toilet, things rapidly deteriorated, according to his recollection.
He mentioned losing control of his body functions and the aftermath was a shocking sight. The small bathroom was splattered with fluid up to four feet high across every wall and the odor was unbearably pungent, I wish I were overstating.
He claimed this happened while he was kneeling, but the physics still perplex me. It would take some gymnastic feat to achieve such a feat of distribution without standing up. The mess was knee-deep; it was literally everywhere. Nevertheless, the story escalates even more. Tyler, unable to clean himself up using just toilet paper, resorted to using the only piece of fabric he could find. This led to a breadcrumb-style trail of a smaller, dung-like substance from the bathroom to the front door as he exited.
And this fabric? It was L's bikini top. But the saga doesn't end there. By this point, the party was winding down and the homeowner was sound asleep, clueless about the mess. This meant L, who didn't even live at the place but was merely a guest like everyone else, had the unfortunate task of cleaning up a bathroom completely splattered with feces, while also washing her soiled bikini top.
Remarkably, it still took me three additional years of hanging out with Tyler to finally understand that he’s not the best character around.
17. Happy Trails
My granddad's relative came to visit us for a week. He's dealing with a major bladder issue, but he adamantly opposed the idea of using adult diapers. This led to him accidentally leaving puddles of urine, and even some fecal accidents, wherever he roamed in our home. It wasn't long before my mom felt the need to request his son to take him back to their place.
18. Taking Care Of Those Pearly Whites
One day, I let a college friend of mine stay on my sofa. He was visiting for a dance event. Imagine my surprise when he disappeared with my extra tube of toothpaste!
For some strange reason, he managed to snatch all my backup toothpaste and deodorant that I stored under the sink. Maybe he was in dire need of them. Or perhaps, he was secretly operating an underground toothpaste trading ring. Who knows?
19. You’re Never Too Young To Be Awful
I'll never forget my 13th birthday. My sister invited her buddies over, who were around eight years old. They spotted the birthday cake, and in no time, they had gobbled it all up. They didn't even think about waiting for us to officially start the birthday celebration. Yet, that's not even the worst part.
They also decided to unwrap several of my gifts and took them. Afterward, they ventured into my room and the living room, making a complete mess of both spaces.
And I have a strong feeling one of them went through my wallet and pocketed my birthday money—a total of $120—before quietly making an exit. These little terrors lived just down the road from us. Suffice it to say, my parents were livid and immediately decided that these kids were never stepping foot in our house again.
20. Three’s A Crowd
A while back, I had a buddy come stay with me. Funny thing is, I wasn’t home on his first day. As it happens, my housemate had set up a belated romantic Valentine’s Day dinner with her guy. They were cozy on the sofa, bathed in candlelight after enjoying a lovely homemade dinner.
Then, their night was instantly ruined. Without skipping a beat, my friend joined them and chit-chatted away, entirely clueless that they would have preferred some privacy.
And to top it all, he crashed in my bed without permission! Not only that, he later grumbled over me running low on bread and milk.
21. Redecorating
About five years ago, we put our house up for sale and a family with a four-year-old visited. They let their kid roam free, shuffling items from one room to another, pilfering our fridge, and trailing mud all over our home. In the days that followed, we felt as if we were losing our minds because we kept discovering misplaced items. We first noticed the disorder when we found our daughter's big teddy bear—originally from her room upstairs—sitting in the center of our downstairs den.
It seemed as if a mini tornado had ripped through our home by the time they left. I mean, who brings a four-year-old to a property viewing and allows them to behave in such a way?
22. Baby Face
One visitor completely hijacked my lounge for a full weekend, making herself at home on my sofa. She pretended to have early labor pains. But then, I found out the unsettling reality—she was pretending to be pregnant.
She claimed the TV as her own, kept my spouse up all night, and turned the lives of my entire family upside down for a grueling 40 hours during a snowstorm. But the worst part? This was simply the starting point for two months of chaos, which she imposed on my wife even once she'd left.
23. Bathroom Break
We threw a party to celebrate a key moment in our child's life and our in-laws drove a long way to join us. Throughout the day, they: A) showed our young child how to roll cigarettes, B) ignored our request not to smoke in the yard, C) brought their own leftover food to share with us (odd, but not exactly rude), D) brought an enormous vodka bottle for their personal use, and pretty much drank it all.
Next, they E) gave gifts to the kids (which is kind), but expressed disappointment when the kids started playing with those gifts ("They're making them dirty already!"), F) The real highlight. My mother-in-law began to feel unwell and decided to monopolize the only bathroom in the house for almost the entire duration of the party. This caused some guests to leave as they couldn't use the bathroom.
Both my children ended up having accidents at their own party because their grandma wouldn't vacate the bathroom. During her brief moments outside the bathroom, she looked physically and mentally disheveled. We discovered a soiled towel in our shower after all of this. My sister-in-law was left to clean up the entire bathroom. Mind you, her hotel was less than five miles away.
Following this, she threw a fit about people not treating her kindly, made an attempt to take a Percocet, but dropped it on the floor. She subsequently had a meltdown when we couldn't find it to ensure the kids wouldn't find it and swallow it. We've had enough.
24. Tree Hugger
Our family Christmas tree symbolizes a shared past. Each ornament represents an inherited piece from older generations, presents from relatives, or something we crafted ourselves. Hanging these decorations is like a walk down memory lane.
I would hang the adornments I received from my aunt or grandma, and my siblings would do the same. Ornaments gifted by people who are no longer with us would be equally distributed between us. Some of our decorations were even genuine antiques. When I began my own family, it was important for me to continue this tradition. We were all enthusiastic about dressing up the tree as a group activity.
However, our plans were unintentionally thwarted—and by my late father-in-law's girlfriend, no less. We left her at home to go shopping, only to find she had single-handedly decorated the tree. We had previously expressed our tradition of a family gathering to decorate it. Upon our return, she was gleaming with pride and awaited our compliments on the beautified tree.
She was entirely unaware of why we seemed upset. When we explained, she became overly defensive.
25. Dropping By To Say Hello
Oh boy, have I got a story. It's about the guest we almost had. See, my uncle didn't actually drop by, but he told his not-so-legal supplier he was bunking with us. Then, he ran off, owing this guy quite a bit of cash. So, this dealer, along with his crew, ended up at our doorstep, armed with baseball bats and knives, shouting my uncle's name.
The moment of shock, when I, a mere eight-year-old, opened the door, was priceless. No idea who was more bewildered, them or me. Being brought up in a polite home, I naturally asked how I could assist. They inquired about my uncle. I politely informed them he wasn't home. Next, they asked for my mom. I offered if they'd like to step inside and wait as I fetched mom, which was the customary practice for visitors at our house, especially since they claimed they were pals with my uncle.
These intimidating guests declined the offer to enter, choosing to wait outside. I left the door ajar as a courtesy and went to fetch mom. Seeing them awaiting at the door, mom almost lost it but managed to converse with them, and soon they made their exit, causing no trouble, didn't even insist on coming in. Following this event, my uncle received a permanent ban on visits to our home.
26. Getting The Job Done
An opportunity for a managerial position cropped up in one of the offices I oversee, and a casual acquaintance from a decades-old training course came to mind. Once the head of his father's insurance firm, he'd spent recent years travelling and doing a bit of this and that, after selling the family business.
We met up, and I mentioned the job. He was familiar with the industry and took the job after we discussed the details and pay. We agreed that he'd start on Saturday, a sign I overlooked at the time. I begrudgingly offered him a place to stay for the night. I broke the news to my then-girlfriend (now wife) that he'd be spending the night, mere moments before his arrival.
She wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea, as she hadn't taken too well to him previously when he'd attached himself to us during a weekend visit in our training days. She sensed something off about him and gave me an ultimatum—if he stays, I leave. Overwhelmed by stress, I carelessly told her to leave. Mistake number two.
When he arrived, I noticed his unkept hair, thinning physique, strange beard, and a few visible scabs. He blamed his appearance on a night of fishing and drinking in Central Florida. Still, red flags everywhere. I uncomfortably offered him a shower and some rest before we headed out for lunch.
Our lunch was an odd mix of conspiracy theories about government, the divorce he'd gone through, and his increasing obsession with law and the system. All I could do was listen, nod, and steer the conversation back to work. When evening came, I gently suggested he spend some time exploring the city while I attended a family-only dinner.
Midnight came and I found him lounging shirtless in the living room, having given himself a full shave and apparently fixing a noisy garage door. But then he did something strange: a peculiar sway, which he said was a back stretch. Strange, but I put it aside, wrapping up our chat and retreating to my bedroom where, for reasons I couldn't put my finger on, I felt compelled to lock the door.
By 11:30 the next morning, he hadn’t stirred. Assuming he'd been out the previous night, I called out his name and we began our day. The work conversation went smoothly, and after meeting another manager, I told him I needed to reconcile with my girlfriend and would set him up at a hotel for the duration of the week.
However, as I started cleaning the room, I made a startling and chilling discovery—a used syringe rested in the middle of the bed. In a bundle of confusion, I wrapped my hand in toilet paper and tossed the syringe. What was even more shocking was a towel hidden in the bathroom cabinet that looked like it was concealing something. Instead of checking it, I packed it up in a garbage bag and left it.
I didn’t inform my girlfriend about the needle. Instead, I started wondering if he was sick and using it for medication, fearing that he might not get the job if he opened up about a potential chronic condition. Or could he be abusing substances without me catching on? I retired for the night, stressing over potential damage to the hotel room on my credit card.
The next morning, I reached out to the other manager and shared my concerns about him. He was late for work and looked unwell, blaming allergies for his tardiness and slumped posture. In the afternoon, he turned up at my office, broke and requesting an advance. I handed him $300 unknowing that he had already been let go.
Substance abuse isn’t a joke, kids. I witnessed the downfall of a guy who seemingly had it all—a good family, brains, and wealth. Everything crashed and he lost it all. In a nutshell, that was the most uncouth act a guest ever pulled at my home. Commonsense, indeed, is vital.
27. Taking Initiative
After I earned my associate's degree, my mother threw a little family celebration for me. This gathering included my in-laws. In the middle of the party, my sister-in-law popped into my mom's kitchen, while everyone else was enjoying the food and company in the living room.
Without seeking anyone's permission, she just began moving things around inside my mom's fridge. She wasn't even looking for anything specific in the refrigerator at first, she just decided on a whim that she wasn't a fan of the current arrangement of items. I mean, who does something like that?
28. Power Nap
When I was 19, a guest dropped by my room and wanted to snap some pictures of me and my belongings. Afterwards, she told me to leave my room so she could catch a few winks on my bed for a couple hours.
She was this remarkable lady in her eighties from China who used to teach my dad Mandarin about a quarter-century ago. She was back in London after many long years. She was great—but she left me a weird "parting gift".
You know that distinct scent that seems to cling to elderly folks? Strangely enough, it seemed to linger on my bed linens and the towel she used to cover herself. So, the following day, I took it upon myself to give them all a good washing.
29. Getting The Picture
My community hospital teamed up with a photography company to offer a fantastic deal: new parents could get a complimentary picture if they scheduled a home photoshoot with one of their professionals.
A few days later, a cameraman arrived at my doorstep to prepare the shoot. Our chat was relaxed, generally chit-chat about his two-decade career as a mid-50s photographer. Once everything was set, we undressed our baby from his PJs, ready for the shoot.
Picture this: a naked little baby just sporting a darling hat. But, our new baby wasn't exactly camera-ready that day —still adjusting to breastfeeding and likely a bit chilly, he was somewhat fussy. Encouraging him to settle down for the photos was challenging.
After only a couple of shots, and our baby's refusal to cooperate, the photographer was losing patience. He turned to me and said, "Your baby is the most difficult one I have ever encountered. This isn't going to work. I have another appointment".
In a flash, his equipment was packed and he was out the door before I could even wrap my head around what had just unfolded. Naturally, I was surprised, even a little hurt. On calling the agency, they explained that they merely dispatch their jobs and insisted they were genuinely sorry, but powerless to do anything about the incident. So, I didn't even get my complimentary photo.
30. Scratch That From The Record
I once hosted a secret supper club and charged admission fees. A mature couple, mutual friends of one of our invitees, attended. The woman was wearing extremely pointy high heels, which I didn't note until later. As we served drinks, everyone loosened up a bit and began dancing in the neighboring living room. That's when the scene became bizarre.
The man commenced to unfasten his shirt and the woman started to dance interestingly against him. My pregnant wife watched on with a shocked expression. That was my cue to wrap up the evening. While tidying up, I discovered that my hardwood floors were severely scratched and stamped over their dance space. Even though we earned around $1,000 that night, it was certainly not worth it in hindsight.
31. Room And Bored
My brother used to share our home with my better half and me for a short period. One bright morning, whilst I'm out on the deck enjoying a smoke, he joins me. I asked about his night, knowing he arrived back home after I had already retired for the night.
He casually replied, "Oh, not bad! I just need to drive Gertrude home now". It's important to note that I've changed the name to Gertrude because I don't recall the actual one.
I replied with surprise: "Wait, what? You brought a stranger into my house in the dead of night while we were sound asleep?" To make matters worse, his cheeky response was: "But it's my room!"
I lost my cool at this point, exclaiming, "But it's MY HOUSE!" This incident marked the start of many other problems to come. Eventually, I had no choice but to ask him to leave a couple of months later. All the while, he neither contributed to the rent nor made any effort to secure regular employment.
32. Singing In The Bathtub
Around four years back, I asked a friend to stay in my modest two-bedroom flat after learning she was living in a homeless shelter. This place was my haven I shared with my two little boys and teenage sister. My proposal was for her to bunk on my couch, given our space constraints. My aim was to support her until she could stand on her own two feet.
One day, I returned from a weekend visit to my parents’ place in the countryside—and the sight that met me made my heart skip a beat. An eviction notice was pinned to my door. Apparently, the girl had drug and alcohol problems I wasn't aware of. She was wandering the flat bare-naked and heavily intoxicated. She had been disturbing other residents by knocking on their doors.
She even dialed the authorities since she was hallucinating and sharing her fears about people wanting to harm her. When I entered my flat, I discovered her dozing off in the tub. The place was a sickening mess with vomit and needles scattered everywhere. The icing on the cake was the presence of other naked people sleeping soundly in my bed. You'd agree that getting me evicted is rather uncivil!
33. A Man Of Many Talents
My childhood buddy becomes the world's worst houseguest when he visits from out of town. Despite having a spacious guest room to himself, he strews his things everywhere.
I once found his belt abandoned on the kitchen counter for an entire day. He won't sit down for a proper meal, but sneaks into the kitchen for late-night fridge raids, returning with food to his bed, where he leaves a mess of crumbs.
He has no qualms about leaving the bathroom door wide open when he's using the toilet. He's prone to sweating buckets but refuses to take a shower. And there was an alarming instance when he invited a mystery woman over, apparently planning to cheat on his wife, who was back in his hometown.
Thankfully, the woman didn't turn up, but I was prepared to put my foot down and tell him—no infidelity under my roof. I'm also married, and our wives are friends. It was an incredibly awkward situation.
He's a dear old friend, but an unbearable houseguest.
34. Now That’s An Entrance!
I was watching over my neighbor's kid one evening. They were meant to come and get her hours before but didn't respond to my messages. I had prepared the living room for her to sleep in case she had to spend the night. Just before midnight, her dad finally arrived.
When he rang the doorbell and I opened the door, it was clear he was seriously inebriated.
Ignoring me completely, he stormed into the kitchen. There he left a trail of devastation, wrecking everything within his arm's reach. He guzzled juice directly from the carton in the fridge. He then stumbled back to where his daughter was in the living room and began ranting unintelligibly.
But his erratic behavior wasn't over. Abruptly, he was sick all over my sofa, before immediately passing out.
35. Hitting The Books
During my uni days, a room buddy of mine asked if an old friend from his high school days could come over and have a little sleepover in our pad for a couple of days. I said yes, but I made it crystal clear: no wild partying because I had to pull an all-nighter for my midterm exams and needed some peace.
Imagine my shock when I got home at around 11 at night, only to find both of them totally tipsy. My flatmate was out cold in his room. The restroom was a disaster, reeking with vomit all over the toilet seat. And his buddy? He had dragged some girl from the local student pub back home, and they were right in the middle of some action in—get this—in MY bed. You've got to be kidding me!
Needless to say, I showed them the door, sent them packing. Then, I found myself doing laundry past midnight because, of course, my linen was a mess, soaked in their sweat and who knows what. After that debacle, I cut ties with that particular roommate.
36. All Aboard
While my rulebook isn't extensive for car rides, there are a couple of things I am firm about when it comes to being a passenger in my vehicle. Rule number one, fasten your seatbelt; rule number two, refrain from smoking in my car.
I recently got my hands on a new-to-me set of wheels. The car itself wasn't fresh off the lot, but the previous keeper—the sole owner—was really meticulous about caring for his vehicles, both inside and outside.
Before he would even part with it, he made sure the engine was serviced and running smoothly. Not long after acquiring the car, a buddy of mine wanted a ride to the train station. I was instantly reluctant...Knowing that he was a smoker, I clearly told him—as we were getting into my car—to hold off on lighting up a cigarette until we had arrived at the station. Total drive time, 10 minutes max. But, apparently, that was an eternity for him.
So, there I was, backing out of my parking spot, guiding my car towards the exit, when I was interrupted by the all-too-familiar sound of a lighter flicking. This guy couldn't even wait until we had completely left the car park before he had to satisfying his nicotine craving.
Perplexed, I asked him what he thought he was doing. With a nonchalant look, he brushed me off saying, "Chill, it's not like it's a new car." Surprise, surprise, he ended up hoofing it to the train station instead.
37. Rudeness Is A Universal Language
My parents had a guest once, a friend of one of our relatives. He was an older gentleman from Argentina, probably in his late 50s. He had very traditional views and stuck to his religious principles closely. For instance, he expressed a disapproval that I was living with my boyfriend outside wedlock. One day, he sought my mother's permission to use her computer, stating that he simply wanted "to check his email".
He was on the computer for quite some time. And guess what he was up to? He was looking at inappropriate adult content. Apparently, he had trouble remembering the specific website he was looking for, because he initially tried searching in Spanish for "young brunette women in action", among other similar phrases.
My mother discovered this when she looked through her internet browser's history and confronted him. His defense was to point a finger at my then-16-year-old brother, who actually owned his own laptop, spoke mostly English (and thus wouldn't Google in Spanish), and was out camping at that time.
Safe to say, he wasn't invited back.
38. A Case That’s Black And White
One evening, a good buddy of mine came around with his now-former girlfriend when I was chilling with some other friends. She had a seriously domineering personality. Almost half an hour into the hangout, she made an executive decision to head to my pristine white bathroom and change her hair color to black. You ought to know—if you've never dyed your hair, rinsing is fundamental to remove any extra dye.
The aftermath was a series of stains splattered onto my white counters, bathtub, shower, floor, two ornamental towels, the carpet right outside the bathroom, and even the toilet. I was absolutely livid! I don't think she grasped the concept of respecting other people's spaces and not proceeding with such actions without seeking permission. To put it mildly, everyone present, myself included, insisted she gather her just-bathed-and-still-bare self and vacate my premises.
I was totally put off by the sheer number of items she'd stained and the difficulty I'd face in getting them clean. Even now, just reminiscing about it sends my blood pressure through the roof.
39. Buttering Up
Six years back, my spouse asked her friend to crash at our place for a week as she was grappling with some difficulties. We were clueless about the can of worms we were about to open. Before we knew it, the initial week stretched out to three full months before we mustered the courage to ask her to leave.
She consumed all our food but never bothered to replenish the inventory. Neither did she contribute to the rent. She was jobless when she moved in, but my wife helped her secure a high-paying role in a government department. Despite the handsome income, she never offered to chip in with the expenses.
One day, while watching TV, a car advertisement sparked off a comment from her, "Wow, I could purchase that car right now, straight from my savings". Both my wife and I were shocked. Her casual irresponsibility extended to leaving messes around the house like leaving out butter on the countertop, among other things.
And her boyfriend was a whole different story—far from respectful, he was blatantly annoying. She easily clinched the title of the most terrible guest we've ever entertained at our home.
40. Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?
There was a time, before I became somewhat cynical, when I let a friend who had nowhere else to go, crash at my apartment. This meant he would have been homeless otherwise. Now, you'd assume he'd be the most appreciative guy on earth, right? Nope. He became a 24/7 fixture, didn't step a foot outside, guzzling my beverages and munching on my food while I was busy working.
By the way, did I mention that I have a family? While I was at work, he became a constant annoyance for my wife, always butting in and voicing his opinions. Fast forward three months and all he has contributed to my finances is a measly $200. Ninety days. Need I remind you my monthly rent is north of $1,100, which I alone have been settling?
His intrusive antics reached a boiling point—he started picking fights with my wife while I was away. To top it off, he had the nerve to complain about us running out of everyday supplies, like our own shampoo. Finally, I had heard enough. I instructed him to call his out-of-state brother for a plane ticket since he clearly wasn't welcome anymore. Pack up and leave, buddy.
Indeed, no act of kindness goes without any undesirable consequences.
41. Having A Swimming Time
Once, I had the experience of two individuals, newly acquainted, decide to slumber together in my swimming pool, only to become irate when we requested their departure. Additionally, a young lady, attempting to find people willing to compensate her for intimate encounters, grew furious when we insisted she exit. Plus, a lady from my prior friendships caused unease when we reproached her for repeatedly physically touching the other women present.
There's just something about my place that seems to invoke people's lesser sides.
Seriously, guys, what the heck?
42. So Much To Break, So Little Time
Here's my ultimate middle school tale. There was a girl trying to take the place of my best buddy, but for some unknown reason, my friend failed to see her unpleasant character. So when I invited my buddy over, she wanted to tag the Usurper along. I couldn't figure out a polite way to refuse this. Then the Usurper goes on to mess up my room, break my family's cherished china dish, unintentionally behead my oldest stuffed toy, and rudely mock my eyeglasses.
Yet, my best friend remained unaware of this girl's nasty intentions.
43. Room For One More?
There was this instance when a little eight-year-old girl casually walked into our home as we were having a meal. We left the door unlocked as we were having a barbecue, and maybe the food seemed inviting to her? We all paused our meal and just looked at her in surprise. My father inquired about her intentions, to which her response was something like "I dunno". Then she just spun around and walked back out. I mean, who does that? Who simply strolls into another person's home like that?
44. Battle Of The Bands
One summer evening, some buddies and I were relaxing with a few drinks when an acquaintance we know turned up at my place out of the blue. He had a friend with him who was so tipsy that he promptly blacked out on my sofa.
This guy was actually the one who had driven them both to my place. He kept on boozing, grumbled about our choice of music and tried to replace it with his own ghastly punk band's tunes. Things started getting on my nerves from this point.
This guy had the audacity to pester my wife and insist she change her shirt, claiming he had a quarrel with the singer of the band featured on it. He was adamant on using a damaged chair, which we had to shift to a different room when he visited the restroom, only to protest when we declared bed-time at 6:00 AM.
He roused his comatose buddy stating, "Seems like we're being shown the door". Subsequently, they both departed in the overly tipsy guy’s car.
45. Fun And Games
So, my boyfriend decided to have a few guy friends over while I was at work. Given our small apartment and my lack of interest in gaming sessions, it was a thoughtful gesture. By the time I arrived home from my night shift, he was asleep and they had left.
However, I spotted a change in the color of our brand new bathroom mat. At first, I thought it might be due to their shoes, so I didn't inspect it deeply. I did, however, bring up the matter when he woke up as I was a little upset about it, being new and all.
Upon closer examination, we realized that one of his pals had unfortunately smeared something rather unpleasant all over it. It was full of brown streaks, which we believed to be caused by, well, human waste. Needless to say, we immediately discarded the mat. Just for clarity, there was a supply of toilet paper close at hand.
We both agreed those guys won’t be welcomed back into our place. Oddly enough, there weren't any hard feelings, they even wished to hang out again.
46. Special Menu
So I had this guest who made quite the impression. He was determined to cook dinner one night and ended up overcooking the steaks. The same guy didn't hesitate to fire up some burgers right after, even though I warned him I really don't enjoy onions. Of course, he proceeded to stuff the burgers full of them anyhow. Tried as I might, my palette just doesn't accommodate raw onion chunks.
Still not really content, he then put on a pot of beans for slow cooking, but ignored any food safety rules and straight up left them out overnight. His logic was to turn on the slow cooker the next morning believing the heat would kill off any bacteria. And this meal prep routine carried on for a week. My partner and I nearly gagged the first evening and steered clear thereafter.
On top of all of this, we were living through a record-breaking heatwave and relied heavily on our air conditioning. But this bloke could never fully close the door, allowing the cool air to escape and his cigarette smoke to waft in.
Every time I noticed, I'd have to go shut the door properly. This was especially annoying since our indoor-only cats kept slipping out through his carelessness. And as a bonus, I'd find open chip bags in the pantry, too.
The list of grievances was lengthy, but the worst were the potential food poisoning and risk to our cats. It wasn't any one thing, but a stubborn accumulation of mishaps that crowned him my all-time worst guest.
47. You Had One Job!
We had this friend looking after our home while the family was away. We gave them access to stay in the master bedroom during that time. However, when we got back, we were shocked to see the mess. Our once-clean kitchen looked like a disaster zone, and to add to the chaos, their kid's toys were strewn about everywhere. We had given them one simple job: keep our plants hydrated.
Guess what? None of the plants made it. They all wilted by the time we returned. But the icing on the cake was them blatantly ignoring our request to keep my room off-limits. I have a priceless collection of vintage toys in there. Yet, they allowed their child to rummage through it and play. A couple of my rare and costly pieces got damaged. Needless to say, that was the last time we entrusted our place to them.
Next time we had to leave town, we decided to give the responsibility to a trustworthy friend of mine. She managed the task way better.
48. In This Corner
My mother-in-law has this unusual way of offering tours to fresh faces around our home during grand occasions, like birthdays or Christmas. It seems harmless, but it is far from it. Without missing a beat, she invariably ends up showcasing the least presentable corners of our home to these visitors—typically any room that's out of sight or any area I'd rather they not see. She'll then park herself there along with them to chat.
Take the bedroom, for instance, that's become our temporary hold-all to keep clutter away from guests. Or that seldom used backroom after the laundry area in the basement, where everything is haphazardly stored.
My husband only managed to notice this irritating pattern after a solid eight years. Though it's far from the worst thing she's ever done, it is one of the most bafflingly annoying things she does.
49. Gift Wrapped
My buddy dropped by for a couple of days, bringing her new baby and a bizarre extra. Oddly enough, she'd brought her placenta too. It was packaged in butcher paper, not water-tight, and was partially melted from their long car journey. She stored it in my freezer, where, during her stay, it seeped onto my food.
50. Potty Training
So, there was this one time when a friend of mine, at one of our parties, decided to use my cat's litter box as his bathroom. He was pretty tipsy, but I'm convinced he knew what he was doing. The litter box ended up clumping together into one giant solid blob. I only realized what happened when our cats began to go to the bathroom around the house instead. It's safe to say, he and I no longer hang out.
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