People Relive Their Most Disturbing Moments At Friends’ Houses

You may think you know what to expect when you go over to a friend’s place—but even the closest buddies can surprise you. From psychotic parents to nightmare sleepovers, these people saw more than they ever wanted to see.


1. Out For A Ride

When I was probably about 11, a friend had a big sleepover for our friend group of about 12-15 guys. We were mostly jock/preppy, affluent future frat boys. The kid hosting had recently become the stepson of a chiropractor. Everyone started arriving and hung out looking at their big house and making plans for the night.

Our host assured us that we could do whatever we wanted because his mom and stepdad were out on a nighttime bicycle ride for the night. Nope. That’s not what was going down at all. The parents came out in full-blown BDSM gear. His stepdad didn’t have the head part fully zipped up, and he was leading his mom by a leash.

This was all in plain view. He said a few kind words instructing us to behave for the night and then led mom to the car and drove away. After a moment of stunned silence, we then had a big group argument about what we just saw. The host, who thought this was perfectly normal, assured us that it was just a biking thing.

We didn’t know everything, but we knew enough to know it wasn’t that. But a half-hour later, it was behind us, and we proceeded with normal tween boy stuff running around outside in the woods and yard.

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2. Unsolved Mysteries: Sleepover Edition

When I was in elementary school, my sister and I got invited to a birthday party. Everything was going fine for most of the night, and then the catastrophe happened. The host’s mom came down to the basement and was clearly very upset, but didn’t explain why. She then had each of us line up on the stairs from the basement to the ground level of the house and brought us in one by one.

I wasn’t the first in line but no one was telling us what happened once it was their turn. Finally, I was up, and her mom took me into the bathroom and showed me a trash can with a piece of poop in it. She was basically on the verge of tears, pointing to the trash can and asking me, “Is this your poop!? Is this your poop!?” It wasn’t.

We never found out whose it was, or at least I wasn’t told. We have joked that someone will finally come forward in their final moments on Earth, but my sister and I have since lost contact with those girls, so we may never know.

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3. Is That A Feather Boa?

I had a friend who lived on his own in high school and we partied at his place a lot. He had a revolving door of roommates to help with rent. One of these roommates was a seriously sketchy character. He was extremely paranoid and rarely spoke to us besides uttering vague threats. The one he always repeated was that we never, EVER go in his room. Seemed easy enough because he always kept it locked.

Well, one day he found himself locked up—in the clink. He communicated through family again not to enter his room, saying that eventually, his family would come get his things. Weeks went by and a strange smell started coming from the locked room. This dude and his family were super scary so we didn’t want to mess around and find out.

But finally, my friend just couldn’t take the smell anymore. He figured that it was probably just rotting trash and that he could take it out without touching anything else. He was way in over his head though. When he finally entered the room, he found a massive, decomposing boa constrictor. It wasn’t even in a tank.

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4. It’s A Feline Frenzy!

I went to high school two towns south of where I grew up and I made some new friends through sports almost immediately. The two girls I befriended invited me to this other girl’s house. I hadn’t really talked to her much but she seemed nice so I went with them. After a little while of jumping on the trampoline, one of my new friends asked this other girl to show me her “cat room.”

We went up to the bonus room above the garage and opened the door to a house of horrors. There were countless cats and kittens of all ages, colors and sizes. But not even Catwoman would have been comfortable in there. The whole room—the ceiling, the walls, the floor, everything—was covered in filth. The poor cats were crawling over one another.

The girl whose house it was didn’t seem to think it was off. She just started playing with the kittens and tried to hand one to me to play with. I don’t even know what I did. The two girls who invited me were laughing hysterically and I tried to make some type of excuse to get out of there and one of them was like, “Oh, but you haven’t met “Sprinkles” yet.”

The girl whose house it was went off in search of one specific cat and we were trapped in there for another ten minutes while my new friends laughed maniacally. I can remember the smell. Oh, the smell.

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5. From Bad To Worse

I slept over at a friend’s house once, and like many sleepovers, there was no sleeping, but this wasn’t for a fun reason. My friend had warned me that they had cockroaches, but never specified how bad. I figured it would be a couple scurrying out when lights were off and that would be it. Little did I know, it was much worse than that.

Wall to wall crawling cockroaches. I had to shake some off of the mat I was supposed to sleep on. Her dad told me about how they oiled the inside of their leftover pop bottles and left bits of food at the bottom to lure them in so they could get rid of them. He then kindly offered me some cotton for my nose and ears so they didn’t crawl in while I was asleep.

I convinced my friend we should stay up all night watching movies, and then wait to see the sunrise outside.

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6. A Man’s Garage Is His Castle

I had a best friend with a big house. His dad was a HUGE garage dad. He had his brand new fishing boat that he cleaned every day in there, all his trophies, life relics, everything was in the garage. The floor of the garage was nicely carpeted, and legit everything in there was spotless. Anytime I went over, his dad spent most of his waking hours in that garage.

My friend, his brother and I somehow got into a “water battle” with the garden hose and some super soakers. I can’t remember how or why it started, but as you can guess, we moved our battle into the garage and left the garden hose running inside. We must’ve left it running from lunchtime, and his dad didn’t come home until 5 or 6 pm.

I’ll never forget the earth-shattering screams and wails I heard. My friend’s mom just closed her eyes, sobbing, as my friend and his brother begged for her to do something while their dad dragged them into that garage. The screams and yelling from the dad inside the garage continued for the entire hour it took for my parents to come and pick me up.

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7. Swim Date Scuffle

I was meant to stay the night with a kid just a few doors down from my grandparents’. He lived with his grandparents and his grandpa was a facilities manager at an upscale apartment complex and offered to take us swimming there for the day. His grandfather dropped us off at the main pool and said he’d be back in a while.

The pool was Olympic-sized and simply had too many people, so we decided to explore and ended up at a smaller pool on the property elsewhere. We were swimming, having a good time and everything was great—that is, until he started a splash fight. We were going back and forth and then he started screaming at me at the top of his lungs. Then he went too far, and I knew I had to act.

He ends up cornering me and tries to push me under the water, still screaming. I wrestle myself free and hit him square in the nose. His nose started bleeding like Niagara Falls and he started cursing at me repeatedly as loud as his lungs could muster. I got out of the pool and grabbed my things and headed back to the front of the complex. People were staring and trying to calm him down. He started walking after me, hands at his sides in fists, covered in blood from his nose.

I make it back to the front of the complex and am desperately trying to get someone to let me use a phone to call home. No one would listen. They’re enamored with the screaming kid who, by the way, is still lumbering after me. He’s a mess. Out of nowhere, his grandfather appears and snatches him up and disappears with him through a door. I was still trying to get someone to let me use a phone when his grandfather reappeared.

He asked me what happened then told me he has to take the kid home, and that I can’t go with them. They finally let me use the phone. My parents didn’t answer, so I ended up getting ahold of my aunt who was still working and couldn’t come to get me for another two hours. The office wouldn’t let me stay inside so I was outside in the parking lot standing around waiting, still having no idea what happened.

My aunt showed up and off we went. When I got home, I got yelled at for being so far from home. A few days later my mom went to talk to the kid’s grandfather. She came back and told me that we couldn’t hang out anymore. She told me that he needed medication to keep him calm and that he had missed his dose that day. The situation wasn’t my fault. I never saw him again.

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8. Stepping up to the Plate

When I was about 14, I was at a big group sleepover with my friends. The mother of the girl who was hosting it was very strict about health, and she told us that we couldn’t order any pizza until we had eaten the massive fruit platter she had prepared for us. No one was touching the platter other than taking a few pieces to snack on.

It was getting late, the pizza place would be closing soon, and her mom was not budging about her rule. Someone needed to step up, and that someone was me. I started devouring the fruit platter, shoving pieces into my mouth and swallowing them without chewing. This was a platter for about eight people, but I was a woman on a mission.

We ended up getting pizza, but I got so sick I spent most of the night throwing up. I couldn’t even enjoy the pizza cause I was so full.

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9. The Big, Very Un-Comfy Couch

My best friend and I had been friends for probably 12 years so we were super close and our families were super close. We would travel together for sports and stuff. Her parents were basically my parents. Her dad was this big, big guy who was super tough. He was scary if you didn’t know him but he was really just teddy bear at heart.

We would usually spend the afternoons after school together since both sets of parents were working. We ended up at her house one particular day. We walked in expecting no one to be home, but we were in for the surprise of a lifetime. Her dad was sitting on the couch just sobbing uncontrollably. It took a while for him to catch his breath enough to tell us what happened.

He told us that someone had walked into his work that day and just opened fire on a bunch of people. He lost three of his closest friends that day. He was in shambles. My BFF just instantly started crying and jumped in her dad’s arms. It was one of the most wholesome, yet scary and awkward things I have ever been witness to.

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10. He’s Naked and I’m Afraid

I was at a typical sleepover—movie, video games, popcorn. When it came time to go to bed, I went into the bathroom, changed into my pajama pants, and walked back in to find my friend already in his bed and smirking. I didn’t think much of it, so I crawled into my sleeping bag and asked if he wanted to play some more video games. He threw open his blanket and I saw he was naked.

The kid flashed me. I was understandably stunned and I said something along the lines of, “Put some clothes on.”  He responded, “Nope, my house, my rules.” I was really uncomfortable by now, and didn’t want to sleep. He covered himself back up with his blankets and said he would put his clothes back on, which he did. I tried to shrug it off, and we played some more video games for a little bit, then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Not too long after the lights went out, I heard him rustling around, then getting out of his bed. He says, “I’m naked again,” laughs, and tries to lay on me. I shoved him off, and he kept trying to lay on me. A brief back and forth went on, and at this point, I’m pretty much yelling at him to leave me alone and go to sleep. I heard him stand up. I thought he was going to leave me alone now. I was wrong—what happened next was the worst by far.

I started to feel something splattering against my sleeping bag where my feet were. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that he was relieving himself on me. I told him I was going home, and as I’m trying to get out of the sleeping bag, he body-slammed me. I was stunned. As he went to jump on me again, I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could, and he went down crying.

I woke up his mom at around midnight and told her what happened. She went into the room to find her naked son on the floor crying and yelled at me to leave. I called my mom and waited for her on their front porch, as my friend’s mom was going bananas when she saw the pee on the sleeping bag and ground.

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11. Big House, Big Attitude

In 4th grade, the new “weird” girl in our class invited me to a sleepover in her fancy neighborhood. Being a nice kid and from a lower-middle-class family, I decided that I’d attend. While she was giving me a tour of her house, I couldn’t help but notice her bedroom was absolutely massive compared to her parents’ room.

So, I asked what the deal was with that, and she said that since she was an only child, her parents had given her the master bedroom because they wanted her to have a big space for all her toys. That checked out. She was an only child, and her room was filled with insane amounts of goodies…I should’ve known that that was a big, fat lie.

Later, we went downstairs while her mom was finishing up dinner. I was telling her mom how nice her house was and how cool it was that they let her have such a big room. I mean, what a dream! She nonchalantly told me what really happened was that their daughter had thrown a huge tantrum and demanded to switch bedrooms.

She talked about how after she had put up such a big fuss over something she had decided she wanted, they couldn’t say no. Red flag number one: noted. Then we all sat down for dinner. Well, at least her parents and I did. My “new friend” ate from a dog bowl on the floor. Confused, I started asking a bunch of questions—and the answers shocked me to the core.

Apparently, she only would eat canned beef stew at home because her parents refused to buy her actual dog food. The entire dinner, her mom kept begging her to, “please at least eat some peas at the table with your friend.” She only barked in response, and I guessed that meant no because she never did come to the table.

After the most awkward dinner of my entire life, she incessantly bossed me around and did things like refused to allow me to touch her computer mouse when it was my turn to makeover my Barbie on her Mac or only let me watch her jump on her trampoline. Then we started to play with her hamsters but by her rules.

She demanded that I only play with her in a very precise way, and a few times, I think I messed up because she screamed that I was, “doing it wrong!” So, I only had one choice as a lone child in a house of crazies: I faked throwing up in her master ensuite bathroom, claimed I was homesick, and called my mom at 2 am to pick me up.

She got there with lightning speed and took me to a 24/7 drive-thru while I spilled all the beans on what had happened.

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12. Filthing In The Gaps

When I was 15, I went for a walk with a friend to her mom’s friend’s house to grab something. We walked in on the most horrifying scene: We saw the two-year-old was covering themself in margarine. The floor was covered in roaches, animal poop, dirty diapers, and trash. There was peanut butter on the walls and kitchen table. It was so sad to see.

These kids were dirty and disheveled from living in that. The weirdest part was seeing the toddler smearing margarine in their hair, and no one caring. The rest was disgusting, but I’d seen that kind of living before. But I’d never seen the complete indifference towards a baby though.

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13. Opening Up

When I was six, I needed to use the bathroom at my friend’s house. But, instead of the guest one, he led me to his parents’ bathroom. The place was filled with trash of all sorts—boxes, magazines, an inflatable pool, lots of things. It was hard to navigate. He pulled out a drawer from the installed cabinet by the door. And POINTED to it.

He told me to pee in there. I thought he was joking…until he went ahead and peed in there himself. I couldn’t argue with that, so I too peed in there. Then he shut the drawer, and we went and played more ninja turtles. I have no idea what became of that family.

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14. Sharing Something Sweet

I went over to a neighbor’s house a few months after we moved into the neighborhood. They had a son who was a year younger than me and a daughter who was four years younger than him. We’re hanging out in the garage passing a hockey puck around when we decided to stop for a break and have a snack. He chose a chocolate bar.

He was eating it and finishing his last mouthful when his sister walked into the garage. She wanted some of the candy even though it was all gone. So, he jokingly stuck out his tongue that had a portion of chewed-up chocolate bar and asked her if she still wanted to have some. She replied with a serious “yes”…and then my jaw dropped.

He transferred some of his pre-chewed chocolate bar directly into his sister’s mouth like a bird. To this day, I have a hard time not visualizing them French kissing a chewed-up chocolate bar when I see them at their parent’s house visiting.

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15. Bar Hopper

We were 13. Normally I would always stay at my friend’s place but this time we stayed at mine. My parents took us to the bar which was something people did at the time. My father decided to drink too much, and my friend and I were stuck in the bar from 8 pm until 1 am. It was getting pretty uncomfortable, so when my father got up to use the bathroom, my mom grabbed us and we ran out to the van.

He came out screaming and banging on the van. When we got home, we got some dinner and my mom went to bed. My friend and I decided to watch a movie in the living room, which I was never allowed to use. An hour later my dad showed up, just sat on the couch, and fell asleep an hour later. So we snuck off to my room and my friend’s parents picked us up to stay at his place. That was the last time I ever had a friend sleepover.

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16. Heavy Handed Hijinks

I went to a sleepover for my mother’s friend’s daughter. I didn’t know anyone else there and was pretty shy, but I was down for junk food and silly movies. In the middle of the night, one of the other kids started freaking out and having an anger or anxiety attack. She was screaming about how everyone hated her and was throwing stuff everywhere.

I stood up and immediately got hit in the nose by a heavy dinner plate that she had chucked like a frisbee. I fell backwards, hit my head on the window frame, and passed out. I underplayed how bad it had been to my parents because I didn’t want them to freak out, so it was a week or so before my mom was concerned enough that my nose still hurt to take me to the doctor.

A month later it still hurt, so I fessed up to how bad the sleepover had been. My mom took me to a second doctor, who within minutes had referred me to get x-rays and see the plastics team. They found that the bridge of my nose had shattered into pieces and cracked vertically down the middle. The impact had spread pieces into places they shouldn’t be, and because of the delay in treatment, it had started healing like that.

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17. The House in the Woods

When I was eight, I had a sleepover at a friend’s house who lived in the woods. They were living in a dilapidated house on the property, while their proper house was being built. Unfortunately, this house didn’t have an inside toilet, rather, a long drop out the back. Even worse was that there was a thunderstorm the night I was staying over.

The rule was that I had to use the toilet before bed, but after one look outside at the rain, thunder, and their horse standing between the door and the long drop, I decided to skip that step. I ended up wetting the bed that night and her dad wasn’t too pleased with me. I remember her brother coming home in the morning saying, “Ah you’re the one who wet the bed.” My friend also told all of our other friends at school.

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18. Feeling The Stress Slither Away

Our neighbor had venomous snakes in his house when I was a kid. It was a lot of snakes in buckets, in cages, all over the place, and there were other critters like squirrels as well. He invited us over to show off what he’d caught in the woods. My dad seemed to think it was cool, so I didn’t realize how strange it was.

One time when my dad was at work and just my mom was home, my neighbor came over in a panic. He’d been bitten in the arm by a diamondback rattlesnake. We all got in the car, and she drove him to the hospital. I will never forget being in the waiting room. It was like a movie. My mom was upset when the doctor came out.

And, for some reason, the first thing he said was that there was nothing they could do for him. My mom lost it and started freaking out. But then the doctor explained that since he’d been bitten so many times in the past, his body had natural anti-venoms, and they wouldn’t need to do anything for him. He was just fine.

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19. Mama-razzi

When I went to one girl’s house for a sleepover, her mom was obsessively taking photos of us all night. At one point, we were watching a movie when my friend fell asleep on the couch. Her mom pulled out a huge newscast-type heavy-duty camera and started recording her daughter sleeping for several uncomfortable minutes.

I have trouble sleeping. So, that night when it was time for bed, I laid on the floor just staring at the wall in the dark. I was facing away from the door laying on my side when I heard the door creak. Then I heard footsteps. Suddenly, a flash lit the darkroom like the sun. I got up just in time to see the door close.

I knew it was her mom taking pictures of us. The weirdest part to me is that it was about three in the morning when it happened. That meant the girl’s mom either had an alarm set or just stayed up that late to wait for us to fall asleep to take more pictures.

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20. Sleep, Sleep, No Touch

I slept over at a friend’s when I was around 10. She was the only girl in her family and had five brothers aged four to 15. Everything about my friend’s room was normal. But her brothers’ room was bizarre. They shared one huge room with three bunk beds. Each mattress had a fitted sheet, a pillow, and absolutely nothing else.

No top sheets, no blankets, no comforters. They didn’t even wear pajamas. They just slept in the clothes that they had worn that day with their shirts tucked into their pants with belts on too. Their room didn’t have a door, and neither did their connected bathroom or their closets. They were fundamentalist Christians.

The boys’ setup was meant to prevent them from touching themselves.

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21. Something Wrong

I was staying at a friend’s house when I was 10. We were up late, playing games and just talking. In the middle of the night, his dad came in frantic. He told us that he heard someone breaking in upstairs and we needed to leave immediately. We got out of the house, and he told the neighbor that they needed to leave too.

The neighbor looked extremely worried and pulled her phone out. We drove around, and he picked up some food for us to eat. Eventually, an ambulance came along with the neighbor. There was no break-in. His father was a schizophrenic and having an episode. Obviously, we know now, but back then, we genuinely believed him.

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22. Sip, Sip, Pass

I had a friend with a big family. There were six kids who all had names that started with an S. Everyone was very kind, and the father was Mr. Fun-Loving BBQ Dad almost to an extreme degree. He was a “keeps his drinks on his hat” kind of guy, not in a reckless way but more in an “80s cool ready to party guy” kind of way.

He also made a different giant display every year with custom-made masked figures stuffed with hay for Halloween. He’d get 20 guys to creep around his lawn, house, and roof, then play neighborhood street football games with them. Once, my friend and I were standing around his driveway figuring out what we wanted to do.

His dad came up and handed me, a 12-year-old, a big novelty plastic cup brimmed with soda and ice. I neither asked for nor wanted it, but I said thank you, took a sip, and put it down. And that’s when it got weird. My friend’s dad shook his head and then “corrected” me. He handed the cup to my friend who took a sip and passed it back to his father.

He then took a sip and passed it back to me. We stood there drinking the giant, unsolicited soda for 10 minutes, one sip at a time. It wasn’t harmful in any kind of way, but I’ve been thinking of how weird that seemed to me for 20+ years.

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23. Whirling Dervish?

I had a friend that I would sleep over with relatively often. One night after we had gone to sleep, he turned a lamp on, stood directly in front of the area where I was sleeping, and just spun in place while making weird noises. I asked him what he was doing and he talked about being possessed. I laughed because I thought it was funny. He kept going for about an hour, long after I had expressed that I was tired and asked him to stop.

He kept saying that he couldn’t since he was possessed. Eventually, I turned over and tried to fall asleep, despite it all. The following morning, he insisted that it had not happened. He had never walked in his sleep during a sleepover before, and to my knowledge, he didn’t make a habit of it. No matter how much I pressed, he wouldn’t admit to doing it. It was very disjointed and unsettling.

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24. Flesh Tunnel

I went to a girls’ sleepover when I was in elementary school for a friend’s birthday. We had a great time laughing and telling scary stories before bed. I woke up the next morning with a fever and terrible nausea. I went home and I was only getting worse. I had a huge spot on my leg right in the middle between my ankle and knee. It was hot, puffy, and red.

I went to the hospital. The doctor initially thought I was bitten by a spider, but it turned out I was suffering from a really bad staph infection. The night before, we were playing on the stairs, when I slipped and scraped my leg. The infection was spreading fast and was eating away at my flesh. I had a tunnel up to my knee cap that had to be packed with fresh gauze every day. I almost lost my leg.

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25. The Unwanted Invite

When I was in the 4th grade, one of my friends had a sleepover birthday party. It was pretty normal stuff. About 30 minutes after everyone had already gotten there, someone knocked on the door. A 6th grader whose parents were friends with my friend’s parents. Apparently, he didn’t have a lot of friends so he got invited. It only took a few minutes to realize why he didn’t have many friends.

He was mean, physical, and would try to one-up everyone. A little later in the night, we decide to wrestle each other. That’s when the night took a dark turn. He punched one of the kids in the groin, so one of the other guys went up to him and gave him a swift punch to the sternum. He fell straight to the ground. For the rest of the night, the kid didn’t say a word to anyone and hid in the basement for most of the night.

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26. Playing With Fire

A friend had bunch of us over for a sleepover for his birthday. There were 5-8 of us all around 10 years old, “camping” in a large tent in the backyard. Someone came up with the idea of putting gasoline in a 2-liter bottle and seeing how quick it’d burn, but we didn’t want to set it off in the yard, so we snuck out and walked down the block.

We planted not one but three 2-liter bottles filled with gasoline and fitted with cloth rags for “fuses,” lit them, and ran. Now being young and stupid, we didn’t think there would be anyone driving that late at night, but of course, some poor soul drove by right as one of them went off. Luckily, the driver was a lane away, so there wasn’t any damage that we could see.

So with that, we booked it back to my friend’s house and started goofing off until we heard the siren’s from the fire truck. And yeah, we made sure not to tell anyone outside of that group what we did.

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27. Who Invited That Guy?

When I was about 14, some friends and I had a campout in one of our backyards. This was in a regular, older neighborhood in the city. Certainly not rich, but not a scary place either; just a working-class neighborhood. Anyway, I have no idea what time it was, but I woke up and made a truly horrifying discovery. There was this guy standing in amongst us as we lay there on the ground in our sleeping bags.

He was just looking at us. I freaking froze, but I was ready to scream my lungs out as I watched him through the slits of my eyes. After what seemed like a year, he stepped out from between us all, went over and hopped the chain-link fence and walked off down the alley. I immediately woke everyone and we went inside to tell my friend’s mom.

Obviously, we finished our sleepover inside. That was also the last outside sleepover…ever.

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28. Ouija Boards Are For Amateurs

I grew up in a very rural area of the Southern US. A middle school girlfriend was having a sleepover and later in the evening her mom came in the room. That’s when the weirdest night of my life began. My friend’s mom told us that she could talk to spirits through her daughter. She made her daughter drink wine and then hypnotized her.

I don’t know how long we sat in that room, but a lot of time went by with her mom demanding that the spirits speak through her daughter. Over time, her daughter admitted to all sorts of terrible things—supposedly all these spirits speaking through her. This was over 30 years ago and I still remember it with complete clarity.

I remember the daughter slumped over in a chair, slurring confessions of super dark stuff like hurting people, being hurt, etc. She told us sometimes spirits would manifest in such a way that her daughter would attack her and tear the house up. It was really strange. Her daughter was a very quiet girl, the things that spoke through her were not like her at all. It was beyond messed up.

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29. Stone Cold Stunned

When I was in the ninth grade, I was at a new friend’s house for my very first sleepover with her. The whole house was asleep, and I was still awake (insomniac), and I suddenly heard the LOUDEST crashing sound of glass I’ve ever heard in my life! My friend slept right through it. My only assumption was that her elderly and partially blind dog had knocked over an antique cabinet or something, so I left the room to check on the dog as well as investigate what had happened.

When I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down, I could see a man standing downstairs in her living room, and shattered glass was absolutely everywhere, and there was a BOULDER in the middle of the mess. Once I got a better look, I realized it was her dad standing down there, and when he noticed me, he shouted up at me and said: “Go call 9-1-1!”, which her mom was already in the process of.

The mom then collected all the girls, and she locked us in the master bedroom for safety. Once law enforcement arrived and investigated, they said that the boulder had been intentionally THROWN through the front living room window, and that two of their vehicles outside also had massive rocks shattered through the windshields. Later, I learned the bizarre reason behind it all.

It turns out that the older sister had thrown a big party the weekend before, and far too many people showed up. She had to start turning some teenagers away, saying she couldn’t have any more people at the party. This group of guys from our high school were apparently so enraged about being turned away, that they came back the following weekend to mess with the family and destroy their property.

Once the windshields got fixed, the guys came back two weeks later and smashed the windshields again. The older sister ended up figuring out exactly who had done it, and not only did the family press charges, but all five of the guys involved got expelled from our school. The older sister also transferred to a different school afterward because of the embarrassment of the whole ordeal.

I never had a sleepover with that friend again…

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30. Fall From Grace

It was a sleepover in friend’s basement with four of us there. I think this was fourth grade. Sometime around midnight the host friend’s dad opened the door at the top of the basement stairs to ask if we wanted snacks, but right as the words started out of his mouth, he comes tumbling down the stairs and hit his head pretty hard.

He didn’t move for what felt like forever, and we heard from the top of the stairs some delirious yelling. Because I was so young, I thought that it was the host’s mom who was freaking out because her husband just tripped and fell. Later, I learned the disturbing truth. My other friend explained to me that the host mom was extremely intoxicated and had pushed the dad down the stairs.

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31. An Earworm For The Eyes

All of my siblings and my cousins were having a big sleepover at my grandparents’ house when my young cousin woke up me and my sister, and told us his bum was itchy. We were half-asleep and just told him to go back to bed, but he kept insisting it was really itchy and something was wrong. He pulled down his pajama bottoms. It was the most gruesome thing I’ve ever seen.

There were little white worms crawling from his bum and falling all over the place. My sister and I were horrified, and ran and got our mum, who then woke his mum. Needless to say, we all had to be treated for pinworms after that. Apparently it’s highly contagious, and we likely all would have wound up like him from being in close quarters, playing all day, etc.

The image of his wormy bum is burned into my mind for all eternity.

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32. It’s All Fun & Games Until…

A group of us guys were over at our friend’s for his birthday, somewhere around 8-10-year-olds. We were playing Monopoly. The game had already been going on for a while and had gotten a little heated. The house rule was that if you don’t realize someone is on your property before the next roll, rent is forfeited.

I roll my dice and land on a property where S had owned the Monopoly. I quickly gave my dice to the next player G and he rolled. G moves on before S realized what happened. S blew up! He started yelling and screaming about how I cheated him out of his rent. S ends up taking all of his money and walks away from the board.

G starts egging him on, saying things like: “You going to buy some fake toys with that fake money?” This infuriates S even more. It escalates into a real wrestle fight. There are five to six young boys all screaming and wrestling about “Fake Money.” Now this all happened somewhere around midnight, after an evening of junk food and movie watching.

We were in the basement of the house and the parent’s bedroom was immediately at the top of the stairs. The door in the stairs blows open. It’s my friend’s dad. He has his belt in his hands and booms, “If you all don’t stop now, I will whip all of you!” That silences us all. We settle down and realize that we should probably be sleeping.

We all climb into our sleeping bags to try to sleep. S takes his over to the corner, with his money. G whispers, “You still going to buy those fake toys?” We all snicker. To this day, S is still so furious about that game. That was nearly 40 years ago.

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33. Possessed

My first sleep over at my friend’s in middle school. His mom came in and put the “religious” channel on, which I guess helped him sleep all his life. I was on the floor in a sleeping bag and he was in a bed. I was so intrigued by the pastor I couldn’t go to sleep. But then, in the middle of the night, I got the scare of my life.

He sits up out of bed all a sudden and he screams: “I didn’t do it! It was him and it is over there!!” Multiple times. His mom runs in and basically soothes him back to sleep as he is repeating that phrase. I am on the floor stone frozen as she puts him down and leaves. He had a lot of weird sleepwalking moments, but that was my first experience with them.

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34. Nine Lives Weren’t Enough

I once had a sleepover birthday party with around eight girls. We’re camped out in the living room gossiping, as tweens do. Slowly falling asleep. Around 3 AM, the worst howling you could imagine came from the center of our group. We wake up to find my cat, Helen, seizing on the floor and in the final throes of her life.

She’s spraying pee as she contorts her body into horrifying positions. Immediately, the gaggle of girls start screaming at the top of their lungs. My parents come running downstairs, but the damage is done. They wrapped the cat up and took her away. Promised to take her to the vet in a few hours. Told us whatever we needed to hear to get us to calm down.

Helen didn’t need a vet. She needed a hole in the ground. So, yeah. My cat literally died in the middle of my birthday sleepover.

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35. Let Them Eat Cake

I was 19 when I had to babysit the kids of some family friends (a seven-year-old boy and a five-year-old girl) at their house after their usual sitter quit unexpectedly. The first day was rough but I brought some cookies and games to ease into it and get the kids accustomed to me. The second day was a babysitter’s nightmare.

The house was the definition of a disaster: junk everywhere, mud and dirt on most general surfaces, and a musky smell in every single room. The girl I was watching wanted a snack, so I went to the fridge to get something for her. The entire inside was brown and filthy from years of neglect. I gave up on the fridge and went to the cabinet.

It was still a mess but I managed to find some crackers. As I turned back to the living room to give her the crackers, I found the girl holding something baked in her hands. It was beige, kind of dense, shiny, and covered in a foamy fluffy stringy substance. I gasped in horror—it looked like an alien’s idea of food—and asked her what it was.

She pointed to an ornate glass cake display behind a pile of paperwork and junk on the dining table. I looked and inside the container was a cake that, well, had seen better days—or years. That thing was at least two or three weeks beyond the point of being even somewhat edible. It had partially dissolved, was covered in white and green mold and it was sitting in a centimeter of some liquid that I assume was what it was melting into.

I told her to spit it out and she reacted by shoving the whole thing into her mouth, sprinting to her bedroom and removing a piece of wood that covered the broken spot where an old AC window unit used to be. She then jumped out the first-floor window and ran down the back alley. I had to chase her down a back alley and finally grabbed the hood of her jacket and she fell to the ground.

By the time I got her home, the boy had gone halfway down the street in the other direction, throwing fireworks at a mail truck. There was no third day.

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36. It’s Like A Doll House But Creepier

I went to high school with a girl who had the weirdest family. They would dress up their house like it was a model home in a magazine or something. For example, they dressed the dining room table with a plastic Thanksgiving feast complete with plastic food on nice plates and fake wine in fake glasses. And that was just the ground floor.

When you walked into her bedroom the bed was made with the top corner open as if she just got out of bed. There was a tray with a fake bowl of cereal and a fake glass of orange juice. On the floor were coloring books and crayons as if a child lived in the room. They kept the place spotless and every room had an odd theme of fake living.

Even her parents’ bedroom had quite a few large African animal statues and fake rose petals leading to the bed.

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37. A Gruesome Memento

I moved cities in the second or third grade. I met someone the first day and he invited me to his house that weekend to stay over. Everything was great at first. We played GameCube and stayed up until three in the morning (the latest I had been awake up to that point). When we finally couldn’t keep our eyes open, he said we had to sleep in the basement so that we wouldn’t wake his parents when we went upstairs.

I actually thought it was pretty cool to sleep in the basement. Little did I know, I was descending into a house of horrors. When we got downstairs with our sleeping bags, I immediately knew something was wrong. The worst smell I’ve ever experienced filled my nostrils the further we descended. I found the culprit in the corner of the room.

There was a bed covered in what looked like crusty blood and some pus-colored streaks. Turns out, his mother had had a home birth the week prior and kept the sheets as a memento. I haven’t been back since.

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38. I Think I’ve Seen A Ghost

I was friends with my little league baseball coach’s son. One day they invited me to their house for a “play date.” As I walked through the door, I saw a huge framed white cloth with some weird symbol. I didn’t think much about it because at the time I didn’t know what it was. My coach noticed me looking at it as I entered the house and said, “My Grandad wore that. It’s been in the family for years.”

Naturally, I thought nothing of it. If anything, I thought that it was cool that they kept old family heirlooms like that. But now that I’m older I realize what that white robe was. It was a KKK robe. And the worst part of it: I’m not white.

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39. The Bubble-Wrapped House

The weirdest (and I mean creepiest) thing that I saw at a friend’s place was the extent to which his family went to “preserve” their furniture. Each piece of furniture, including the lampshades, had a custom-cut plastic shell draped over it. Every furniture leg had a plastic bowl underneath it to distribute weight across the carpet, preventing indents.

The strangest part was the plastic pathways laid out across the floor. These pathways were kind of like “plastic carpets” laid on top of the real carpet. They didn’t allow you to walk on the actual carpet. Instead, you had to walk on these plastic mats that crisscrossed the floor and connected all the rooms to each other.

It looked like the entire house belonged on the set of Dexter.

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40. Father, Dearest

My friend’s dad was actually the weirdest thing in his house. When I was a kid, I used to stay for dinner. But my friend’s dad wouldn’t eat with us. The mom would make a plate of food, take it down the hall and slide it halfway under the door to the basement. A few seconds later the plate would disappear to the other side. No one at the house seemed to think this was odd.

The other odd thing his family did was every weeknight at 7:00 PM on the dot, the family would clear out of the living room so my friend’s dad could come and watch Star Trek. Once the show was over, he would go back into the basement and the family would move back into the living room. It was creepy. He was like a cave troll.

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41. Is Your Toilet Running? Then You Should Flush It

I was about 12 or 13, visiting my best friend’s house for the first time. After lunch, I got the urge to take a dump, so I went to the restroom and did my thing. I finished up and flushed…only nothing happened. I took a step back and flushed again but still nothing happened. At that point I started freaking out—I had just broken my friend’s toilet.

I was getting so nervous. I didn’t have any money to pay to fix the toilet or buy a new one. Worse yet, I was stuck standing there, sweating, with my “delivery” just floating in the toilet. I tried to figure out a plan but after 15 minutes I couldn’t think of anything. I finally decided to fess up and face the embarrassment.

I stepped outside and sheepishly told his mom that I broke their toilet. She started laughing, went into the bathroom, and very calmy turned on the water flow to the toilet. She waited a few minutes then flushed and down went the log. Everyone (my best friend, his mom, and his sister) took the opportunity to start laughing at me because I didn’t know it was “normal” to turn the water on/off whenever I needed to use the bathroom.

To this day if I’m unfamiliar with a restroom, I always do a precautionary flush just to make sure everything is working the way it should.

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42. What Are My Charges?

A friend’s father was absolutely convinced that I was only his daughter’s friend for money. They weren’t exactly rich, maybe a tiny bit better off than we were, but it was impossible for him to know that. When she needed a new cable after one of her pets chewed on it, he stormed into her room while we were hanging out.

He demanded to know why I thought he would buy me something. My friend had to cut in and explain that it was her cable, not mine. He’d complain if I spent the night because he had to feed me like I was a stray cat. The worst part was he made extremely inappropriate jokes throughout dinner with me there. I was maybe 14.

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43. Bad Moves

I was heading back from the annual county fair with a childhood friend and his cousin to my friend’s house. I’d gotten really sick at the fair and was sprawled out in the back of my friend’s cousin’s car trying my best not to puke everywhere. It didn’t help that we live out in the mountains so the drive was unbearable.

Out of desperation for my stomach pain to pass, I didn’t even turn on the lights when I got to his house. I was in for a disturbing surprise. I fell onto the bed in the dark only to find his dad under me snoring. Apparently, my friend’s dad was staying up waiting for us to get home and fell asleep on his bed. I obviously woke him up, and he freaked out.

He turned on the lights, and yup, he was in his underwear. When he saw it was us, he laughed at the situation, but it was definitely one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life. I’m just glad I didn’t throw up on him.

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44. Helping Out

When I was around 10 years old, I was sleeping over at my best friend Juan’s house. We usually stayed up really late playing and would sleep in until about 11 or 12, which I loved because I rarely got to do that at my house. At about 8 AM, his dad came into the room and told me to get dressed because he needed my help.

His dad was a big drinker, so either his breath reeked from the last night or he had had one for breakfast, either way, he was a bit buzzed. He told me he needed my help picking out a toy for Juan as a surprise and we’re going to drive to Walmart. So, we got in the car and went to Walmart which was 10 minutes away.

It was a pretty awkward ride, and he started asking me questions like how I was liking school, and if I had a girlfriend yet. We got to Walmart, and he brought me to the toy section and asked me which toy I think Juan would like. I walked around and saw Darth Vader’s Tie Fighter. Juan and I were huge Star Wars fans.

We’d even seen Empire Strikes Back in theaters when it was rereleased, so I knew he’d like it. He bought the toy, and then we had another awkward car ride back. He thanked me for helping and told me to keep it a secret. I changed into my pajamas and tried to go back to sleep, but like 10 minutes later, his dad came in.

He surprised him with the toy and gave me a wink. I found out that he had me go on this mission because he’d been trashed a few nights before and hit Juan, and he wanted to make it up to him. As far as I know, that’s the only time that ever happened, but we lost touch after eighth grade. It was all just really strange.

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45. Wearing It Wrong

We went to see a girl my best friend liked. They’d gone out a few times, and we were all great friends. We went to her parents’ house and were in the kitchen. She went to the back to grab something and left me by the door. My friend was a few steps away on the other side of the kitchen in front of the door to the hall.

While waiting, my friend noticed a basket of clean laundry that had been brought in from outside. On top was a pair of red and black frilly panties. My friend thought it’d be funny to pick it up, pretend to sniff it, and then put it on his head. As he did so, he was facing me with his back to the open door to the hall. You can guess what happened next.

I couldn’t speak from shock because behind him was the girl’s mother who stood watching what he was doing. He noticed my expression, slowly turned around, and just looked at her, and said, “Sorry,”’ sheepishly while shamefully taking the panties off his head. Her mom said that they were hers and not the girl’s anyways.

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46. Listen to Mother

My ex’s mother used to kindly and passively-aggressively make me stay when I was over. He was 25 and still lived at home. She was so eager for me to date him and stick around that she’d go out of her way to dote on me aggressively. She’d find ways to make me stay longer and even outright say it’s rude to leave so soon.

She’d find another board game, or another movie, or another snack to get me to stay over longer. She bought me strange presents like knick-knacks and porcelain figurines. He wasn’t a bad guy, but mommy dearest had babied him so much that he didn’t know how to do anything for himself. He expected me to take care of him.

Me, a then-19-year-old who hadn’t even started college yet and was working part-time at a Dunkin Donuts. I also still lived at home. His mom just expected that she could completely enable him and baby him and then hand him off to a girl who would do the same for the rest of his life. She was crazy. We didn’t date long.

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47. Wasn’t Me

I practically lived over at my friend’s house from my mid to late teens. They were a devout Pentecostal family, and his father was treasurer of their church. I went over to their house and walked in when both parents were immediately in my face, yelling “Did you take money from us!” Someone had taken $2,000 from the church funds.

They accused me. Then the mother broke down and started crying sitting on the couch with her hands in her face bawling. They all started praying for the return of the money. Then they prayed over me for guidance to do the right thing. I thought, “What’s happening?” What they didn’t know was that their son had a secret.

He had had his eye on a $2,000 Nikon F3 camera for a few months, and his parents wouldn’t buy it for him. What really blew my mind was he bought the camera, and they never suspected him of taking the money. And he never apologized to me for it.

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48. Gross Feelings

The mom of one of my school friends was a renowned nasty woman. One time, I was going to some pet show thing with my friend and her parents and felt carsick on the way, so they had to pull over for a minute so I could get some air. Her mother sat in the passenger seat obviously fuming at me for daring to not feel well.

A while after that, a different friend was visiting their house, and when my name came up, the mother said, “Oh, her? Ugh, she’s an insipid little creature, is she not?” A grown woman said this to two 15-year-old girls. Just because I’d felt carsick in their car that one time. I never went to that friend’s house again.

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49. Can’t Be Here

I was friends with this boy, and we would go to his house after school, and his mom would watch me until my mom was done with work. One time, we got to his door, and there’s a note on it saying we needed to go to my house. The weird thing was that there was loud music coming from inside. We went to my house and waited. I still can’t believe what was really going on behind that door…

My stepdad and mom came home soon after. My mom obviously found it weird, so she ran over there and discovered his mom had tried to take her own life. It was really sad, but she seemed to have gotten help and gotten better. But it was an experience I would never forget.

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50. Didn’t Make the Cut

I grew up with a girl a couple of doors down, who I considered to be one of my best friends. When we were about 10 or 11, she had a birthday party sleepover, and I was invited along with six other girls. We played games, did our hair, watched movies, and sang karaoke. Toward the end of the night, she told me, in front of all the other girls, that I couldn’t sleep over because she could only have six friends there.

It was something she hadn’t mentioned until that point. I was crushed, but I packed up my sleeping bag and all the stuff I’d brought over and prepared to walk home. But I didn’t even realize how bad it was yet. On my way out, I passed another girl who was arriving late to the party with all her sleepover gear in hand. I walked home in the dark and didn’t tell my mother what had happened. I played Monopoly by myself and pretended everyone else was there with me. My friend never apologized and I never said anything about it.

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51. Tiger Mom Torment

It began on Friday afternoon after school when I was in middle school. My parents weren’t available to take me, so my friend’s mom, who is a Tiger Mom, and who I had never met before, picked me up. We had to go pick up her younger daughter from school, and the mom told me she had to speak to the principal. The mom told me that I was not to speak, move, or even breathe too loudly.

She told me to be quiet, or that she was taking me home. She snapped at me again in the car on the way to the house because I didn’t get the memo that I was supposed to be quiet the entire time. My friend and the other girl were at the house by the time the world’s most awkwardly silent car ride finally ended. Tiger Mom glared daggers upon our very mild greeting to each other and I only saw her once the rest of the evening.

My friend was constantly looking over her shoulder and trying to maintain our teenage fun through whispers, as we were walking on eggshells. It was more stressful than fun, so I was relieved when it was time to lock ourselves in the room for the night, where we were a little freer to talk and relax—or so I thought.

My friend got a few sharp texts from her mom telling her to keep us quiet. How she even heard us, I don’t know. She was across their large house and downstairs. We were ridiculously quiet for three teenagers having a sleepover. The next morning, my parents were ordered to pick me up as early as possible. I was so stressed out by Tiger Mom, I was happy to leave without breakfast.

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52. Locked up for the Night

One night I stayed over at my friend’s house, and his dad, who was an alcoholic, was really angry and got angrier as he drank more. We could hear him upstairs swearing and banging stuff around, and stomping on the floor. After a while, he came downstairs and started yelling at my friend for something he did wrong. A few seconds later, he pushed my friend across the room hard. My friend looked like he was hurt badly.

Then his dad came charging over and dragged me towards the hallway closet and threw me in there. He told me to keep my mouth shut and to let this be a lesson for hanging around his son. A few hours later, the noise stopped. I tried escaping but somehow he locked the door and I didn’t want to bang on it because I thought he was going to hurt me. I just sat there crying for what felt like forever.

Eventually, the door opened and it was my friend telling me to hurry up and leave. Luckily I didn’t have far to go to get home.

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53. The Haunted Tea Set

My friend’s mom was into all of those weird ghost hunting and Bigfoot shows, so over dinner, she made me watch one where people went around communicating with ghosts. I was maybe 11 and had never seen anything like that before, so I believed her mom telling me it was real. I also believed her when she said, “The silver tea set on the dresser is haunted by my grandmother. I’ve seen her ghost cleaning it at night.”

Their house had a creepy old-style feel to it too, so I was terrified to sleep. After I finally fell asleep. I was awoken suddenly by the sound of silverware rattling outside the door. I’ll never forget the feeling of being frozen in fear like that, drenched in a cold sweat thinking that great grandma’s ghost was about to waltz through the door. I’ve never been so relieved to go home in the morning.

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54. Don’t Flush!

My friend’s mom had complained about people flushing the toilet in the middle of the night. It was a small house and I was little, so I thought, “Ok just don’t flush in the middle of the night.” However, on different occasions, she complained about kids not flushing the toilet. I figured I just shouldn’t go to the bathroom while everyone was asleep.

One night when I was sleeping over, after a late-ish night of playing video games, I tucked into bed no problem. It took me a while to fall asleep, and after about an hour and all the kids had fallen asleep, I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I didn’t want to disturb anyone’s sleep and get scolded with the flushing of the toilet, so I tried to fall asleep to no avail.

I considered going to the toilet and just not flushing, and hope no one knows it was me. I heard footsteps over by the bathroom, so I waited. This went on all night long. I scared myself into holding in an enormous poop for the entire night until morning around 6 am. Going to the bathroom after the insomnia it had induced was both divine and harrowing.

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55. Too Much to Handle

I had a sleepover birthday party when I turned nine. It was a huge deal for me. I was so excited and had been preparing for it for ages. Around seven other girls came over and we had candy and a treasure hunt and all the fun things you do when you’re young. An old friend of my dad’s was staying at our house that night and brought me a big box of chocolates as a birthday gift.

We ate a few and then started playing games outside, leaving the open box unattended in the dining room. My two large dogs ate the entire box. By the time this was discovered, my dad and his friend had left to grab a drink together, leaving my mom alone with eight little girls, a toddler, and two extremely ill dogs. She couldn’t load us all in the car to take the dogs to the emergency vet, so I had to help her pour hydrogen peroxide down their throats to make them puke.

The rest of the night was punctuated by the sounds of the dogs throwing up in the backyard. Several girls asked to call their parents and go home.

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56. Enlisted into the War at Home

We were both in our early teens and had already met in person once before at a public event. We decided to meet up again, but at her house this time. In the short span of time I was over there, I watched her physically attack her mom and bust a door. I mean, I was already aware of some home problems, but I was not prepared to get caught up in the middle of it immediately.

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57. No Filter

We were 12. I’m invited to this awful girl named Laura’s birthday, but I’m new, so my parents think it’s a good opportunity for me to make friends. I show up and immediately she made fun of my outfit, so the rest of the evening got progressively worse after that. Her friends were all from different circles, so everyone was in cliques and no one spoke.

Dinner was followed by a giant meltdown from the birthday girl because her parents didn’t get her what she wanted—even though she was surrounded by gifts. As a child, I was raised in a lower-middle-class household so I was literally shocked that Laura could be such a spoiled brat. I couldn’t take it any longer—and what I said was absolutely legendary.

I told her: “I have never heard someone be so disrespectful towards their family, and I think you’re acting incredibly spoiled. You should be ashamed of yourself, acting like this in front of all your friends. Say thank you and stop being so ungrateful.” This girl started sobbing and locked herself in her room the rest of the night with half of the girls.

Well, I took the other half with me to the guest bedroom. We left first thing in the morning after breakfast, because calling home is for losers and pancakes are boss.

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58. Olly Olly Oxen Free

We were playing hide and seek and I hid in a bathroom cupboard. The door had like slats/vents in so I could see out, but no one could see me. My friend’s mum walks in and goes to the toilet. Let me tell you, SHE IS IN THERE FOR A WHILE. Meanwhile my friends are getting frantic, I can hear them calling my name and running around the house.

Then someone knocks on the door. “Mum, we can’t find Susan anywhere. I think she might have left!” The mum finishes her business and rushes out, and she starts shouting my name and searches the house. I can’t get out of the cupboard, there’s seven girls and my friend’s family looking for me in the house. If I get out someone will see me and know where I’ve been hiding and what I’ve seen.

So I stay there, right up until she calls my mum. I hear her ask if I’ve turned up at home and the anxiety in her voice as she tells my mum that I’ve disappeared. I sheepishly make my way out of the cupboard to explain to my worried mum where and why I’d been hiding for over an hour. I was traumatized, she was mortified and furious. And to make matters worse, she was my math teacher for four or five years after this happened.

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59. My House, My Rules, My Face. Everywhere.

One of my wife’s co-workers invited us to a dinner party. I wasn’t really friends with that guy because, well, you’ll see. Anyhow, he was a very accomplished doctor who, supposedly, was the foremost authority in his specialty. I knew the man had a huge ego but nothing prepared me for what I saw when we went to his home—or shrine, as it turns out.

As soon as we walked in the door there was a life-size painting of himself that one of his patients had given him as a gift. There was nothing too strange—if a little self-centered—about that. He saved a patient’s life and they were very grateful so they gave him a painting. No biggie, right? Well, that house might as well have been an art gallery…in his honor.

His wife took our jackets, hung them up then walked us to his massive living room where the rest of the guests were mingling. As I looked around the room to take in what a magnificent home this man had, I noticed that there were hundreds of pictures lining his shelves and walls. Every single one of those pictures was of him. Not of his wife, not of his four children, not of his siblings, parents, etc.

Even the pictures that looked like they may have been group photos, he had clearly cropped so that he was the only one in the frame. I’m terrible at hiding my true feelings. My face usually gives me away every time but I spent the next hour desperately trying to pretend like that wasn’t remotely strange. After a few drinks, I decided to head to the bathroom.

I had to take a dump and I’m not shy about doing so at another person’s home. I walked into their guest bathroom, closed the door, lifted up the lid, sat down, and grabbed one of a dozen books that were sitting next to the toilet. The first book I picked up was—surprise!—written by our host. So, I picked up another book and you guessed it, that guy was the author.

I checked all of the books in the stack and not surprisingly, they were all written by this guy. Part amused and part disgusted I looked up and noticed there was a picture on a small table across from the toilet. That guy again, staring at me while I tried to use the washroom.

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60. Indiana Jones’ Nightmare Bathroom

It was 1996 and a 13-year-old me was walking around the town with my mates. I needed to pee and my mate W said I could use the bathroom at his house. His house was huge. We lived in a village that was mostly two to three bed terraces and semis but this was a double-fronted, detached house in a tiny, hidden avenue and the inside was beautiful.

I reached the bathroom, shut the door, pulled down my pants and sat down. As I was peeing, a movement caught my eye. It was a bathtub full of snakes! Suffice to say, it’s a good job my bottom was already over the bowl. I’m not ashamed to say that I didn’t even wipe, and I almost fell down the stairs getting out of the house. I never went back.

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61. Caring Friend

In 9th grade, the mom of a person from my friend group called my mom. My mom didn’t know how to describe their invitation and ended up saying it was a playdate when she called out to me. She asked me if I wanted to go over on the weekend. I agreed even though it seemed a little weird, but he was nice just probably shy.

On Saturday, I biked over there, and my friend’s mom answered the door. She seemed surprised that I got there on my own. So, I went upstairs to his room and asked what he wanted to do. He opened up his toy chest full of well-loved plushies and action figures and asked if I wanted to play with them. It was a little odd. Weren’t we a little old to be playing with toys?

Still, I wasn’t going to knock a little nostalgic make-believe time, so I told him okay and asked how he wanted to play. He said, “We make them fight!” I sat on this 14-year-old’s bed, holding out toys for him to bonk other toys against them and make “pow” noises for three hours. I kept suggesting we do something else.

But over and over, he just said, “Just wait ‘til after we make THESE guys fight!” I did not go over there again. I told my parents it felt like one of my babysitting gigs. He was fine at school, though. So, we just kept it to that.

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62. On Top Of It

My friend’s single mom worked multiple jobs and wasn’t wearing her shirt while she barked a chores list as we sat around the coffee table doing homework. My friend didn’t even bat an eyelash, but the minute she noticed a new face sitting on the rug boring a hole on a distant wall to avert her eyes, her face turned pale.

She ducked out of the room, threw on her bra and work shirt, and brought out a carton of cookies from a secret stash. She was pretty much shocked into silence. I think she was terrified that I’d tell my parents, but all we cared about was cookies.

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63. Are Those Bones Or Are You Happy To See Me?

When I was dating my first girlfriend in high school, she invited me over to her house for dinner and to meet the parents. At one point I was talking with her father in his study and I noticed lots of old-looking phallic-shaped objects on the shelves in the room. On closer inspection, I discovered that they were, in fact, mummified phalluses. There were dozens of them.

Fortunately, there was a perfectly rational explanation—her father was not, as I feared, castrating her boyfriends. Turns out, he was a urologist and an amateur archaeologist. Still…it was pretty creepy and intimidating.

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64. I Like Your Stash

My friend was a bit of a slob but that was nothing compared to his parents, who were really bad hoarders. My friend had a full-sized trash can in his room and it was always full, but his parents had him beat. By a lot. They had dedicated an entire “wing” of their home to their “hoard.” They said that it was off-limits which, of course, only increased our intrigue.

My friend would take anyone and everyone into the “off-limits” wing when the opportunity presented itself. While the rest of the house was relatively messy, it was nothing like that wing. Behind that door there were boxes, old newspapers, and random stuff everywhere. The hall that led to their room had a narrow pathway carved out with dust built up several inches to the side of it.

The most shocking thing was their bed. It was visually lopsided. They were big people and apparently that was the side they got jiggy on. Fortunately, there were all of those boxes and mountains of dust to muffle the sound.

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65. If It’s Yellow…

I found a dog poop on my friend’s carpet next to his bed. When I pointed it out, he elected not to pick it up but to leave it and clean it up later. At the same sleepover, I went to use the restroom and the toilet had not been flushed by the previous person. It was just pee in there, but it had been in there so long that when I peed into the water, I broke through a solid thin layer of film created by the unflushed pee.

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66. Two-Ply, One-Ply, No-Ply

Two friends of mine shared an apartment. They started fighting about who bought the most toilet paper. I didn’t realize how intense their feud got until I visited once. It wasn’t so much what I found but what I didn’t find. Their fight had gotten so bad that they both stopped buying toilet paper altogether. And they resorted to desperate measures.

It got to the point that they only used the washroom when they had to shower. Sometimes it’s the things that aren’t there that are the most shocking.

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67. The Franken-Puppy

A friend from middle school had parents who would always get him dogs even though they didn’t bother to take good care of them. My friend loved those dogs but the parents would always let them out somehow and they’d run away. One day I went to his house and he told me about how his current dog was hit by a car and half its body was smashed.

I assumed that the dog had passed in the accident but when I visited his place, I was shocked to learn the truth. He walked me to the backyard with a small plate of food for the dog. The parents had dug a shallow hole and threw the dog in there while it was still alive. Poor thing was withering and suffering while maggots were eating its lower half.

The next day, he told me that his dad had put it down himself. At that point, it was a mercy.

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68. Shocking Revelations

When I was 13, I was at a neighbor friend’s trailer (we lived in the same park). As we were hanging out, my friend’s older sister got into a fight with her mom and they started yelling at each other. His sister was shouting that no one ever believed her and then dropped the big news. She said that her deaf uncle (her dad’s brother, also living in the trailer) had been forcing himself on her at night.

It was the most uncomfortable situation I’d ever been in—and remains so to this day. I wanted to leave immediately but was halfway way through coloring in his older brother’s tattoo so I couldn’t just cut and run.

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69. Little Terrors

When I was about 15, I went to a friend’s house (let’s call him Doug). From there, we met up with one of his friends at their house (let’s call him Tyler). Down the hallway at Tyler’s house was a door with a deadbolt on the outside. Tyler asked us if we wanted to see something “hilarious.” I said, “Sure,” and immediately regretted it.

Tyler unlocked the door and there was a little old lady, probably in her mid-to-late 80s, in the corner of a dark room. She was surrounded by dirty dishes and half-eaten bologna sandwiches. She looked up at us, startled, and said, “Who are you? What do you want?” Without answering, Tyler then picked up one of the sandwiches and threw it at her.

He got the poor, little old lady covered in mustard and bologna. He then threw a drink at her. It was awful. At that point, she got up and started yelling, “What the hell are you doing?” and cursing at him. Tyler ran out the door and locked the deadbolt behind him. She was banging on the door. It was awful. Anything but “hilarious.”

A minute or so passed and Tyler unlocked the door and walked in. She was so visibly confused and sweetly, calmly asked why she was wet and what was all over her. “It’s alright Grandma,” Tyler said, “just sit down and eat your food.” Tyler and Doug thought it was the funniest thing in the world and didn’t stop laughing for hours about it.

I left and didn’t go back to either of their houses again. Just witnessing that made me sick to my stomach.

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70. The Weirdest Family Values

I dated a guy whose family was just…odd. Visiting their house felt like stepping into the twilight zone. They just did things so differently, sometimes I wondered if they weren’t aliens. For example, no one in the house knew how to use a stove. They used the microwave or ate out. They left every cabinet and drawer in the house wide open for no discernible reason.

His mother walked around the house in her birthday suit pretty much constantly and took about ten baths a day. His parents would go to McDonald’s to watch TV despite having a very nice TV with satellite. And his family had a lot of grandiose tales. Things like they saved two men from a plane crash and how the mother outran a pack of wolves in suburban Arizona.

There were a lot more oddities but those were the strangest of them.

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71. Kids, Bath Time!

I spent the night at a friend’s house in the sixth grade. To put that into perspective, we were eleven or twelve years old. Anyhow, he lived with just his mom—his dad wasn’t in the picture and he was an only child. Seeing as though it was just the two of them, they developed a close relationship but, in my humble opinion, they were way too close.

We were having a great time until his mom called him for bath time. With her. Like, together. They even left the door open like it was nothing.

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72. House Slitherin

I had a friend named David and he invited me to his house once. Little did I know that his family were horrific hoarders. You couldn’t see the floor of his house, and I was literally stepping in bowls filled with cereal. At one point, I saw a snake just slithering through the refuse. That was way more than enough for me.

I immediately made up an excuse that I was sick so I could go home. It was an actual nightmare.

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73. The Lion’s Club

My parents were in a bowling league and would bring me with them. I made friends with a girl who hung out at the bowling alley because she lived in a home on an acre of land next to it. One night, she invited me to over to her house while my parents bowled. I asked my parents and they said I could. I was in for the story of a lifetime.

We walked to her house and when I walked in there was a lion cub (like Simba, like a giant wild cat) chained to a coffee table in the front room. She asked me if I wanted to pet the lion and of course I did! I pet the lion, we hung out and I got back to the bowling alley like nothing happened. I really should have taken a picture.

When I told my parents about it, they were like, “Sure,” in that indulgent kind of way that I knew meant they didn’t believe me. The joke was on them though. Years later, I was reading the newspaper and saw that the girl and her family had been charged for illegally having exotic cats. I showed my parents and had the best “told you so” moment in my life.

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74. What a Pleasure

In fourth grade, my best friend lived just down the street from the school, so we would regularly go there after school. Her mom was an addict, and her step-dad drank, and routinely during sleepovers, we would hear them doing it loudly. My friend told me one day, she had found this big orange vibrator in her mom’s room.

Then she explained to me what, in fact, that was. A couple of weeks later, we walked over after school to find the house littered with bright orange shreds…the family boxer had found her mom’s vibrator too.

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75. Shifting The Blame

It didn’t happen during the night of the sleepover, it happened the morning after. I was at a friend’s house when I was maybe 8 or 9. I had gone to the bathroom for a quick number one and gone back out. Nothing strange. Then my friend goes in after me and comes back out. About ten minutes later, I heard a bloodcurdling scream.

His mom comes storming out of the bathroom and screams at me. At first, I don’t understand what it’s about, but then she points me to the bathroom where there’s a big puddle of pee on the floor. She made me clean up her son’s mess, because he’d told her I’d done it. Needless to say, I didn’t really speak to my friend after that. It was an awkward breakfast.

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76. Fanfic

My friend “Ellen” and I were the last ones up at our mutual friend’s sleepover. The host friend “Kelly” told us to go to her room to chat so we don’t disturb those who are sleeping in the living room. Once in the bedroom, Ellen found a notebook and started flipping through it. She soon realized it was a first person narrative story written by Kelly pretending to be me.

She wrote in detail about how I would wash my “jet black hair” in the shower, etc. We put it away quickly and never brought it up to Kelly. It creeped us out so bad.

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77. Beyond OCD

I went to a friend’s house for the first time, and I accidentally went in “the good living room.” He freaked out. I thought it was super weird but he got the vacuum out in order to remove my footprints from the living room carpet. It was in the thick pile, not dirt or anything—but it meant you could see where I walked.

For a second I thought it was funny, but he was so scared of his mom that it really freaked me out. I also found out that they had to shower sitting in their bathtub so that they wouldn’t splash water everywhere. Super sad that people that crazy even have kids in the first place.

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78. All Noise And No Sleep Makes Dad Something-Something

When I was in grade 7, like 12 years old, I had a sleepover at my house for my birthday, with about six girls total. I’ve always loved horror movies, and since I was the birthday girl, I chose The Shining as the movie we would watch that night. We didn’t start watching it until about midnight or so, and we were all in our sleeping bags in the family room.

Well, as soon as those elevator doors started spewing blood, we all started screaming, as 12-year-old girls are wont to do. That’s when my very Polish, broken-English-speaking father, comes out of my parents’ bedroom in nothing but his tighty-whities, yelling that “eef you geerls no quiet, I drive you home and tell you parents you screaming!”

I nearly keeled over out of embarrassment, my friends went quiet with horror, and my best friend still brings it up as the most hilarious thing she’s ever seen.

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79. A Comedy Of Errors

We tried the old “hand in a bowl of warm water” trick to make our sleeping friend pee. My friend Eddie misunderstood the instructions, and when we sent him off to get the bowl of water ready he peed in a bowl. He brought it in and we put our friend David’s hand in it and waited. A few minutes later he starts to stir, pulls his hand out, and still asleep, licks it.

Eddie suddenly panics and we don’t know why. When he tells us why, we start literally rolling on the floor in laughter. David wakes up from all the laughter and sees us on the floor and Eddie looking over him with a frozen mortified face and a wet hand which he proceeds to lick clean. The two of us laughing were hurting it was so funny.

David spent the rest of the night gargling mouth wash.

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80. Domestic Disturbance

I was staying at my buddy’s house when his dad showed up. His parents were separated but divorce hadn’t happened yet. Apparently, mom had a new boyfriend over and somehow dad got wind. I still remember hearing him pounding on the front door and screaming while his mom and the boyfriend yelled back.

Eventually, law enforcement showed up and took his dad away for disturbing the peace or something like that. We were huddled in the basement listening to all of it and then his mom came down and acted like nothing had happened. Asked if we wanted a snack or something. I just wanted to go home.

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81. Involuntary Voyeurism

We had put up a tent in my buddy’s backyard. There was a catwalk that his backyard had a gate to, that went down between the houses. Eventually, it came to a school field. It was late, we were chilling in the tent laughing and eating snacks, when we heard voices coming down the path. There were shrubs along the fence line, except for the gate area, so they couldn’t see us.

We snuck out and hid in the bushes. We were going to scare them when they walked past. But the closer they got, the older they sounded, and the guy sounded really angry. So we decided to stay super quiet, let them pass, and go back to the tent. Nope. When they got just past the house, we could hear whoever the guy was pressuring whoever the girl was to hook up, right there out in the open.

We had to sit there for like 10 minutes until they were done. We were totally terrified that if we made a sound he would see us and hurt us.

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82. Questionable Methods

During a sleepover, my friend’s mother accused me of stealing $50. When I tried to leave to go home, she blocked the door and insisted she drive me home. I bolted out of the door when she went to get her keys. Later, I learned the dark truth. It turns out she just didn’t want me to spend the night but thought accusing me of theft was the best way to get me to leave. I was just a kid!

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83. Snitches Get Stitches

The sleepover was how I discovered my friend was a total tattletale. We were playing with GI Joes and going through them I picked up Dr. Mindbender and proclaimed “I don’t like this guy, he’s dumb.” The kid shot out of his room and ran to his mom to inform her I called an action figure “dumb.” She came barging into the room yelling at me about how we don’t use langue like that in this house. My fault, I apologized and moved on.

At dinner, I had accidentally dropped a piece of green bean on the floor which their dog ate, he snitched on me again and said I was feeding the dog. The mother again ripped into me about how “we don’t feed the dog people food in this house.” After the verbal lashing, I got upset and asked to call my grandma to pick me up.

Needless to say I never talked or played with that jerk again because of him and his mom.

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84. There’s A First Time For Everything

I was at a sleepover at a friend’s house and there were about 10 of us bundled into the living room. Me and another girl were last ones up watching some random garbage on TV—I think it was Speed. Anyway, that’s when the craziest thing happened. One if the girls sat bolt upright and the light of the TV was reflecting off her face.

Her eyes were glazed over and she wasn’t responding to anything we said. She then got up and we obviously followed her, we guessed at this point she was sleep walking. Into the kitchen she goes, opens up one of the cupboards. This is where it got even crazier. She pulls down her PJs and starts peeing! We just stood there in shock. No idea what to do.

Because we were dumb kids, none of us wanted to touch it, so we just kinda shut the door on it. The next day, we could not get her to believe us. Apparently, she had never sleep walked before.

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85. They’re Heeeeeere

When I was 12, I was going to sleep over my friend’s house. Earlier in the night we all went to the movies. We saw Poltergeist. I wasn’t a big fan of scary movies and this was the scariest movie I had ever seen up that point. The clown. Holy smokes, that clown. So, we get back to his house and get ready for bed. They set me up in a sleeping bag on the floor between his bed and his little brother’s…on the floor…between two beds.

Two dark, cavernous, empty voids of beds. I spent hours just waiting to be dragged under. I didn’t go on a sleepover for a bit after that one.

86. They Say Do What You Love—This Is Different

I’m so sorry you’ll have to suffer the mental image of this. It was a classic high school sleepover; we ate tons of junk food and drank a good amount of purloined brews, after which friend #1 suggests we sneak into the community pool to go skinny dipping. We were all pretty reckless, so it came as a surprise when friend #2 vehemently opposed the idea.

He absolutely would not budge for the longest time. Of course, we eventually bullied him into compliance, as teens do, climbed the fence, dropped our drawers, and went for a dip. Unfortunately for us, it must have been a full moon that night because despite the lateness of the evening, there was still enough light for us all to see. What happened next is so gross, it’s impossible to forget.

As soon as we jumped in, much to our horror, the aptly-named “friend #2” begin releasing stream after stream of projectile diarrhea just moments after we all got in the pool. And yes, it looked exactly like what you’re undoubtedly picturing in your mind right now. We also completely neglected to bring towels, so we ended the night with a long, wet, cold, and completely silent walk back to friend #1’s house.

The next morning, friend #2 pretended to have blacked out from his two drinks and claimed he had no memory of the event. We are still friends to this day…and hilariously enough, he is now my gastroenterologist.

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87. Mess Around And Find Out

My dad was always telling my siblings and I about standing up for ourselves and never hitting first and what not. I mentioned I was being tormented in school and he was he was jokingly (?) mentioning head-butting them and how to do it. I was 12 at the time. Soon after, I went to a sleepover and the girl who was mean to me was there.

We were up pretty late and I’d had ENOUGH of this girl and her stupid friends. We had fallen asleep and in the morning, I could hear them talking about putting peanut butter on my face and eyes. I thought, “This is my time to shine.” I let little Marissa get real close to me. She was kinda laughing, and I could see the shadow of her head over mine.

That’s when I whipped upright from laying down, and forcefully threw my head into hers. I broke her nose! Also, it hurt so bad. In my fit of pain—which I would not show—I said: “Mess with me again, I dare you.” Well, she did not mess with me again. My dad laughed so hard I thought he was going to pass out, my mom…not so much.

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88. Lesson Learned

Honestly, I had no idea this could happen before I read this story, so let it serve as a warning. A bunch of friends all slept over at this one guy’s house. They were watching Point Break and decided to eat cookie dough. The guy who lived there was absentmindedly eating, not realizing that nobody else was, and he ate any entire king-sized roll to himself.

Anyway, they all went off to bed and the guy went up to his room. In the middle of the night, they hear a terrifying sound. The guy is screaming in his room, and he’s clearly in trouble, so they go to check on him. He’s buck naked in his ensuite bathroom calling for help, sicker than they could even comprehend. The dough had fermented and expanded in his stomach, and they had to get an ambulance.

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89. Too Close To Home

When I was 11, I went to a sleepover. One of girls seemed to be special needs, couldn’t talk, and needed assistance with eating. The birthday girl had told me she was her cousin and that her parents forced to have her over. I was a kind human and tried to help her what not. This went on for a couple of hours.

Then she started having a seizure which got me upset because, unbeknownst to them, my dad had passed after having a bad one. I started to freak out. That’s when I learned the dark truth. It turns out that she’d been pretending the whole time. Everyone was in on it and they laughed hysterically. They thought it would be fun to do that to me.

I asked to call my mom so I could go home. Being bullied sucks.

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90. Dodged A Bullet

I went to sleep in a basement room with six guys. When I woke up, I was completely alone in the house. During the night, everyone got food poisoning and the family took the kids to the hospital. Because I didn’t eat any of whatever it was, I was fine…and the family totally forgot about me.

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91. Not A Normal Thing To Share

When I was a kid, my friend’s mom used to use the toilet with the bathroom door open. Number one or number two, the door would be wide open and we could just go and have a chat like it was normal. Another time, I stayed at their house and the following morning, I came out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth and washing my face.

The parents saw me and asked, “have you washed your bum?” I was a bit confused, as it’s not a normal thing to ask a guest. Then they said, “the flannel is there for you to wash your bum.” So yeah, this family had a bum flannel that they all used to wash their buttholes with and then expected me to use it.

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92. Parents Can Have Sleepovers Too

I went to a giant sleepover when I was 8 or 9 for a friend’s birthday. He had all his friends over and his parents had also invited some friends over as well. As the night winded down, we all went into my buddy’s room to jam some Super Smash Bros. Fast forward to about 2 AM. Most of the boys had fallen asleep, save for a few of us.

I had to go to the bathroom horribly. I was holding everything in as I was terrified of using other people’s bathrooms and making a mess or smelling up the place. Eventually, I asked my friend where the bathroom was. I still don’t know if I misheard him or was just stupid and forgot the minute I walked out of the room, but I somehow ended up at his parents door.

I opened it up full force—I will never, ever forgot what I saw next. I found myself staring at his mother in bed with this dude who’d been at the party, while his dad was sitting in the corner with the dude’s wife. I opened the door so quick they didn’t even have time to semi-hide what they were doing. So there I was, 9 years old, frozen in place staring at his parents mid-swap with another couple.

I still see their faces to this day. The only reason I know they were swinging as I could see every single one of their faces. They all just looked at me trying to process what just happened. After a good five seconds of dead silence, finally the father yelled to get out and I just shut the door. I stood there for what seemed like hours.

I finally made my way back to my friend’s room, completely forgetting about my full bowels, and just laid down. I laid there all night, wide awake, till 7 AM when my mom picked me up. I never told anyone and NEVER went to another sleepover at my friend’s house or even went inside his house again, in fear of having to see his parents and having that talk with them.

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93. Yesterday’s Disgusting Discovery Is Tomorrow’s Hot Food Trend

When I was a kid, I slept over at a buddy’s house for the first time. The next morning we woke up and his mom made us a couple of bowls of cereal. The milk tasted really sweet, even for my child taste buds. Something about it all just seemed off. That’s when I witnessed it—something so gross, I still remember it to this day.

Just as my buddy finished his bowl of cereal, his mom came over and turned the bowl on its side to pour the leftover milk from the cereal bowl into a milk carton. The mom then did the same with hers. I felt my face turn red with shame and embarrassment and my stomach turn. Horrified and confused, I asked: “What is that? What are y’all doing?”

He turned to me and said, completely seriously: “That’s our cereal milk.” It turned out this sadistic freak and his ENTIRE family poured all of the leftover milk from each bowl of cereal back into a separate milk carton, specifically for cereal. I drank this entire family’s backwash. CEREAL MILK. Used. Cereal. Milk.

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94. A Family Photo Album To Remember

My good friend in high school’s parents were discussing putting in an alarm on their house once while I was over, but were balking at the price. I told them I would cable it for them, which made they very excited. The attic access was in the master bedroom closet so I had to go through there. And their closet had some skeletons.

When I went up into the attic, I found a bunch of pictures of my friend’s mom with a guy who was not her husband. I mean a bunch of pictures—and she was doing it all with this dude. My friend’s dad was permanently disabled and didn’t have great use of one side, so I’m guessing that’s why she thought that was a safe place to hide her dirty secret.

I never said anything to their family about it.

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95. Fearsome Father Figure

When I was ten or eleven, I was hanging out at my best friend’s place. For some reason, his dad got really angry. He must have been seeing red. He grabbed my friend by the arm and dragged him across the living room. He was so rough that he snapped my friend’s arm. In public, the family blamed it on some skating accident. But I knew the dark truth. It was so sad and creepy.

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96. He’s Not Bothering Anyone

Back in the 90s, a family friend’s dog had passed. I ended up going over a few days later to play basketball, and the dog was laying in its usual spot, in a small bed near the TV in the living room. I said, “oh, I thought spot passed,” and he said, “he did.” That’s when it all clicked into place. The gears started turning and the horror of it all became crystal clear.

Turns out, they left the dead dog just laying there and they were gonna bury it that weekend when the sister came home from college. But in the meantime, they just left it laying there. It was an emaciated old chihuahua, so it’s not like it was a gassy, swollen, stinking mess. More like a tiny little dog mummy, all dried out. But still, who does that?

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97. Sudden Loss

I had my first ever sleepover with my best friend in the first grade. Things at night were awesome. However, when I woke up the next morning, everyone at his house was super distant, and they called my mom to come and pick me up ASAP. I didn’t know what was going on. As it turned out, unfortunately, his father had an aneurysm that night and didn’t survive.

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98.  Your Secret Is Safe With Me

As a teen, I stayed the night at my best friend’s house and slept in their guest room. I was woken about 2 am to the sound of her older brother arriving home intoxicated from a party. He saw me in the guest room and leaned against the doorway to say “Hi.” He then stumbled down the hallway to his bedroom but never turned the hallway light off, and it made it difficult for me to get back to sleep.

So after about ten to fifteen minutes I got up and walked down the end of the hallway to the light switch. I turned it off and started walking back to my room when I briefly glanced into his bedroom as I walked past…I couldn’t believe my eyes. His door was wide open and he was sitting at his computer with his back facing me. He was naked from the waist down, masturbating to what looked like a transgender adult film.

I must have made a noise because he swung around and saw me staring. Then I immediately and swiftly returned to bed and lay in the dark not able to get the image out of my mind. Five minutes later I heard him creeping down the hallway. I was like, “Oh God, here we go.” He looked so sheepish and uncomfortable. He stood in the doorway and apologized for what I’d seen and begged me not to tell my friend, his little sister.

I swore I’d never tell them and told him it’s fine and to go back to bed. To this day they wonder why he hasn’t got a girlfriend and they think perhaps he has a crush on me because he acts weird around me!

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99. Third Wheel to the Rescue

After prom, we went to a friend’s house to hangout. It was him, his girlfriend (my BFF at the time), and me. I slept on the couch while they did their thing. At around 6 am, they came running down to get me for help. When. Isaw what happened, I didn’t know whether to laugh or barf. I guess they were so drunk that they intentionally sexually and/or jokingly peed all over each other and the bed, and were trying to use bug spray to clean. It was the epitome of a hot mess.

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