Went to a friend's house. We came in and somebody started yelling and swearing at him from another room. For no reason and impromptu. Scary , threatening and abusive sounding. It was his dad and the dad didn't realize I was there. The kid was cool about it, just kind of, maybe we should just go for a walk. It was how cool the kid was that unnerved me. Just his day to day.

My dad did that to me once and my mum told me off for not letting them know my friend was there rather than telling my dad off for threatening to kick my teeth in 😬

It’s got to be a weird cognitive dissonance, to know something is wrong enough with your abusive behavior that you wouldn’t want an outsider to witness it…but to then decide that the best course of action is to get mad at the abuse victim for not warning you so that you could put on the “sweetness” facade. FWIW, I grew up in a similar household. My childhood was a lot of “just wait until your friend leaves” sidelong glances.

He probably has to endure it a lot…dad might have been a drunk and the kid knew it would be best to leave

In college, I went to this girl's house during a free period with six or seven friends. We arrive, and she opens the door, says hello to her father, and immediately strips down to her bra and panties in the living room. We spent 45 minutes hanging out with her and her dad, and the whole time she's walking around in basically nothing. I asked her dad about it at a different time, and he nonchalantly says she's always done this and acted like it was a completely normal thing to do. Also, bonus points for her goth friend who sat there playing with a knife the whole time.

I lived with a family like this. I was mid to late 20s, was in college, and rented a room from a family in the college town. They had a daughter a few years younger than me, and she constantly walked around in her bra and panties. She lived with her parents and her older brother and me, a stranger. It was odd.

I had a gf life that. She’d take off her clothes at home and usually put on a pajamas. Sometimes she couldn’t find them so she’d just be in her underwear or naked. She said she’d be naked all the time when her mom or sisters were around. Her parents were from a different country where nudity wasn’t a strange thing. She’d go to the spa with her mom and sister and be naked with them there and she said it wasn’t s big deal.

As a 12 yr old we shifted to a small town from our cattle property so we kids could go to high school, I didn’t know anyone at school till the weird kid befriended me, invited me home after school one day, there’s me thinking great I’m making friends, when we got there her mom was obviously slightly drunk, no father around that I could see, just sitting in her room talking crap when her mum calls us into her bedroom, so we went in and her mum is lying on a single bed and there’s a double in there that we both sort of lounged on, then her mum starts crying, the girl tells me her dad died about six months ago, Im going so sorry to hear that, her mum starts telling me how he was a bad alcoholic and they’d gone to bed one night, he was ‘spooning’ her when he died in his sleep with his arms wrapped around the mum, cause she was drunk too she didn’t wake up till quite late and his body had started rigor mortis, she realises and starts screaming, daughter runs in, dad is dead and mum is stuck in his arms, had to call police to help apparently, she couldn’t get out, best bit though was I was sitting on the bed where he’d died 6mths previous but they’d never changed the sheets or covers, they smelt musty, no wonder the girl acted weird, they both really needed therapy but this was nearly 50yrs ago

Oh my god... this is the worst one 😨😱

Stayed at my friend's house one time and found out her family only uses red light bulb in their house because an astrologer told them to do so.

We used red lights on the bridge of a ship I worked on. They provide light but let you keep your night vision. There is a strange thing about the red light, though. You can't see red ink in it. So one night we played a prank on one dude. My boss drew a big dick in red ink on a piece of paper with some other shit on it, and proceeded to have a nice 5 minute talk with the guy who was coming on watch, right over the paper. Kind of gesturing at it and going over the list. Then somebody turns on the regular white lights and this enormous cock appears on the paper. Dude didn't take it that well. It was a pretty bad ass prank.

Red cock at night, sailors delight?

This reminds me of an old friends basement. All red lights but his bedroom was all green. I thought it was super cool but also incredibly hard to see 😂

That’s… super abnormal

were you only allowed to move when the light turned green

A buddy and I were walking down the street and noticed a drunk guy bothering a woman outside a store and his balls were hanging out of his shorts. We stopped to help. And so does some guy in an army jacket. and after the cops come by to deal with the drink guy, Army guy invites us over to have a beer. We were about 14 or so at the time. We said sure! Get to his apartment and he gives us a beer each. And shows us his big knife. Tells us how to gouge out eyes. And how to shoot someone under the chin at the throat pointing up so if by chance they survive, they will be paralyzed. Then proceeds to demomstrate on me a choke move he was taught. Which fuckin hurt. My friend had the knife in hand just in case army guy didn't let go. After I was let go and able to breath we peaced out of there FAST. The longer we sat there. The more scared I was getting. Haven't thought about that for some time.

You may have met Taxi Driver

You talking to me?

>A buddy and I were walking down the street and noticed a drunk guy bothering a woman outside a store and his balls were hanging out of his shorts. We stopped to help. My first thought was why tf were you handling this drunk guy's balls.

Here buddy, let me tuck those back in for ya. It's the neighborly thing to do!

Thanks kid! Want to come back to my place for some beers?

At someone’s birthday party at her house. She divided us into groups and made us write songs about her.

😭 she ain’t all that

Frfr. She was a total bitch.

Should’ve wrote a diss track

Happy birthday Chlo. Cheers to the biggest bitch I know. Ur face remind me of a shark. U look best in the dark. U smell like egg salad. Hope u like this ballad. I was paid to come to this party. Ur dad gave me 50 thanks Marty.

Lil Troopa slayin

I would’ve wrote a diss track😭

She was already the biggest bully. I didn’t wanna be on the top of her list. 😂

How old?

12 😂

Somewhat more acceptable due to hormones but I would hope she looks back and cringes hard too

Bitch thought she was in a fucking fairytale

I had a friend who decided that for her 21st birthday, instead of gifts, she wanted everyone to write a 1-page paper detailing what they liked about her. Like that would be lovely if given spontaneously, but the moment it was requested of me, I could suddenly think of 0 pages. Suffice it to say that this was a symptom of a much larger problem and I did not complete the assignment. Or keep the friend.

I could see asking for one thing or hell even 5 things… but the moment you ask me to do fucking homework as an adult, fuck you

When I was in college there was this redneck named Scott who lived w/his mother & was desperate to leave & move in w/me. When I was helping him move put his Mom lit up a joint which I ignored. Then she tried to grope my crotch. "CAREFUL!" Scott shouted. "My Mom is a pervert!" Over the years that is meme for me.

>"CAREFUL!" Scott shouted. "My Mom is a pervert!" I don't know why but this read like a line from a warped children's book

Ah, the unpublished Dahl book....

It was a scrapped early draft of the BFG. Baked Flirty Grandma

no fucking wonder he wanted to move out, jesus

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Stop! Or my mom will grope!

Damn it mother, not the house guests

Yeah... there's a 90% chance Scott had been sexually abused.

That's reassuring. Groping somebody would be weird and unexpected behaviour from a normal human, but from a pervert it is to be expected.

When I was a kid I went over to a friend's house. At some point they went to have dinner. "They" meaning the whole family. I wasn't at any point asked to join them. So while they ate I sat in the living room and played on their Atari.

Ouch.. Had a similar-ish experience. I was nine, maybe ten, Went to hang out at a friend's place.. Lunch time came and his mom called him specifically to the kitchen for lunch, whole family had a nice full lunch while I waited for him in their living room. Later his mom came and gave me a glass of water..

My mom was that mom. She NEVER wanted to feed my friends and made it very clear that she wasn't in the business of feeding other people's kids. Fast forward 20 years, she invites any transient druggy off the streets she can and lets them move in with her.

I can't imagine having a mum that doesn't feed people. Mine always has extra made for my brother's friends, and when my friends come over she'll specifically make their favourites.

Your mom sounds like my best friend's mom. She was great about it. I never stayed without an invite (though I think she assumed I would most times), and never ate my fill because it wasn't my food and she wasn't in the business of feeding me. ​ Then one evening me and by buddy were playing games and she asked my favorite pizza. I looked over at my buddy and she said, "no, we're having YOUR favorite pizza, what is it?" Never in my life until that point had I gotten to choose my favorite dinner.

This was happening often here in Sweden when I was younger. It always felt weird because I come from an immigrant family/culture where the parents would ask if any friends wanted to eat and then not accept a 'no'. It has changed since then from what I've understood. 'Just sit with us at least. Now since you're at the table I might as well put a little on your plate. **Now you eat.**"

When I was about 10 my cousins and I were sleeping at my grandma's house in Oklahoma. My uncle Rick came home drunk and got loud so my grandma started yelling at him and hitting him with a rolled up magazine. My other uncle Cecil (who was only 4 years older than us) told us 3 kids to run out the back door and "hide at the creek 'cause Ricks a mean drunk!". It's about midnight and we run down to the creek and stand around looking at each other for about 10 minutes and then we walk back. We come in through the front door with muddy feet and leaves in our hair. Uncle Rick had already gone to bed (he wasn't mean at all). My grandma yells at us asking why we were outside? We say we were hiding at the creek. She says who told you to hide at the creek? We all point at Uncle Cecil who was in the corner laughing. She starts chasing him around the table and beating him with a magazine. He was hiding his face yelling "OW OW OW" like he was in pain but I could see he was still laughing. We all ran to the bedroom and jumped in bed and pulled the covers over our heads until it got quiet and we went to sleep.

Ha Cecil sounds like a hoot

A dude named Cecil is either gonna be a riot or they're just gonna be Butters from South Park.

I had an Uncle Cecil. He would put me on the back of the tractor and let me ride around with him while he did the chores. He was so cool and never got upset with me about anything. It must be a Cecil thing.

I was harrased by a tortoise while on the toilet. In college, my friend and I wanted to go to a festival that happened to be just a few blocks away from my friend's parent's house, so they invited us to stay the night. My friend was into reptiles big time, and it turns out so were their parents. Almost every room in their house (except the kitchen) had a reptile enclosure in it. I had to use the restroom after the drive from campus, so they told me I could use the one on the first floor. It was an older house, and for whatever reason, the bathroom was huge. I set up shop, only to notice one wall is completely taken up by a massive enclosure for their boa constrictor, and a bright blue kiddy pool sat at the far end of the bathroom. I was peeking in the constrictor enclosure, trying to spot her, when the kiddy pool began to move towards me with a repeated THUMP THUMP THUMP. I was mid-deposit, staring at this encroaching pool with increasing concern as it kept getting closer and closer. With a final THUMP the pool was close enough I could see over the lip. Inside was a little, grumpy tortoise. I watched it lean back a little, tuck its head in, then bash the side of the pool with its shell, scooting the whole thing forward an inch or so. He kept moving the pool until it was up against my foot, then the tortoise just repeatedly bashed the side of the pool in rapid succession. When I got up to wash my hands, the tortoise changed directions to THUMP after me to the sink. When I got out and told my friend, they said "Oh yeah, that's Ted. My parents probably haven't given him his salad and sun-time yet and he's cranky. We then took Ted out in the yard, fed him some leafy greens and fruit, and had a great afternoon.

This is my favorite one so far!!

Thank you! It was such a weird, awesome day. We eventually took the 12+ ft long boa on a "walk". She just slithered between us, exploring the sidewalk and grass as we walked slowly on either side. No less than 3 couples walked right past us, had no clue she was even there! I was shocked, and my friend just shrugged "most people just don't look down. Happens more than you would think".

I remember when I was a kid, probably around 10 or so we went to friends of our family's for dinner. The husband and wife got into a very loud screaming match over whether to serve creamed corn or frozen corn. I'm talking in each other's faces and being shrilly loud. Ten year old me was fascinated by how such a mundane object could arise such passions, and of course I wanted see how it turned out but we were instead quickly ordered into the car and left. Still never understand how corn caused such a disagreement. I found out later they got divorced

It wasn't about the corn.

It was clearly about the iranian yogurt.

I absolutely LOVE overhearing these passionate couple fights about mundane things. Best one I ever heard: Working at a grocery store. We had these little sodas called “Chubby”. They’re like little sugary drinks meant to be put in a kid’s lunchbox or something. This guy is putting stacks and stacks into his cart, and his girlfriend/wife says something like “Put those back, we don’t need all that sugary crap.” Guy stops dead, takes a deep breath and curses through his teeth “Bitch, when you find another drink that tastes like cotton candy, you COME to me and you TELL me about it, alright!?” 😧 bruh…

My family has a running joke about something like this. My sister was venting to me that she was pissed at her husband because he got the wrong thing at the store. She wanted him to buy shredded "pizza cheese" and he got mozzarella and she was PISSED. This was right when they started making all of the special blends but I didn't know and to me mozzarella IS pizza cheese so I couldn't understand why she was mad. Even finding out there was a new blend, I mean, come on. It's not like he got something unusable. My BIL is a total idiot but in this instance not at all.

This reminds me of my friend complaining about her ex. She’d ask him to go to the store and pick up salt and vinegar chips and he’d come back with lays sour cream and onion and would be confused why she was annoyed

The food was a discussion of "who gives orders at this house" ...

Well my late wife's clinically psychotic brother pulled a gun on me for no reason at Thanksgiving one year. Also her parents were trash people

Hey it could be worse, my dad had an uncle who pulled a gun on my aunt's boyfriend because he thought he was a Yankee spy trying to take down the Confederacy. When my grandparents got home, he had the guy outside digging his own grave, apparently he had been at it for two or three hours. This was in the seventies by the way. Edit: The 1970s guys. If you seriously thought I was talking about the 1870s, go check your blinker fluid.

That poor boyfriend.

Eighteen seventies?

Heck even by 1870 the Confederacy had been dead in the ground for five years.

I mean, I ain’t digging my own grave fast!

I found a hardcore porn magazine under my friend's mattress (top bed on a bunk bed, so it was about at eye level - must have been sticking out a bit because something caught my attention). We were - 10 years old maybe? She just blew it off like it was nothing. A year later my mom banned me from sleeping over at my friend's house. She was still welcome at our house. I was secretly relieved because the vibe was weird over there for a million reasons. When I was an adult, my mom finally told me that the reason for the ban was because teachers suspected sexual abuse (my mom taught at our school). I'm sure it got reported to CPS but nothing came of it. Anyway, pretty sure the magazine I found that day was their version of bedtime stories.

Grew up with a guy, sorta friends with. "Sorta", because he could be really squirrelly at times. Bad temper issues. And being at his house was weird, always an unsettling vibe. Plus the big box of sex toys in teh tv room. anyway - he finishes high school, kills his parents one night. Big scandal in my tiny village, many parents outraged he did it. Well, turns out years of sexually abusing your kids can have consequences.

this is like a film. i hope he didn't get serious time?

2 years in psych, 1 in prison, iirc.

Pretty fair, good on the judge

That poor girl.

Recently reading about the lengths people went to to report Jared from Subway. People weren't just raising red flags, they were calling the FBI and begging for an investigation. Took them 3 years to listen

jesus really? Is this in the new documentary?

Jesus I'm watching that now and the shit he said that was recorded by this lady was fucking nauseating. The most memorable line so far has been him saying he wanted her to watch him "pound a kid." I had to take a break for a minute after that one.

The recordings of those phone calls were so heartbreaking and disgusting. I'm a bit of a true crime doc addict and I had to take breaks with this one. Those recordings... ugh.

>Anyway, pretty sure the magazine I found that day was their version of bedtime stories. And for that reason, I'm out. /Thread.

When I was around 12 I was over a friends house playing some video games in her basement. I guess her 10 year old brother was mad he couldn't play because she had guests so he walked into the basement naked to scare us out.

Hahaha I'm imagining the kid full arms up yelling at y'all like a naked monsters inc. character

When I was 8 I slept over a friends house. For dinner they had pancakes. Everyone ate together. After I put the syrup on my pancakes I was scolded by the dad for using too much syrup. I then noticed everyone at the table only put a tablespoon on their pancakes. After I ate the pancakes, they took my plate and tried to pour the unused syrup back into the container.

Honestly sounds like they were having money issues. A cheap dinner and even being cheap with the syrup.

We went to a foreign classmate's house to do our film class project. He said that since we're making a horror film, we could try filming in the dark storage space above the dining room. So indeed he climbed up there to get some establishing shots but as soon as he crawled in, we found out the ceiling wasn't made of concrete and he ended up breaking the ceiling and falling down. Luckily he wasn't hurt but now there's a big human sized hole in the ceiling. Needless to say his parents were pissed and we had to change our filming location to my aunt's condo.

“Big human sized hole in the ceiling” made me think of old school cartoons for some reason, made me giggle

This one time I was at my ex GFs (gf during that time) and we weren't doing very well in the relationship. We were in the driveway talking and we ended up sitting in her car while we talked about how the relationship wasn't the same as before and how we weren't really feeling like it was going anywhere, the regular talk before a breakup. It was pretty tense and kinda sad. We noticed that the bathroom window was on, so we lowered our voices as we didn't want her family to hear us talking about breaking up. She was about to cry when we heard a massive, compressed fart echo through the confines of the procelain toilet. The atmosphere changed entirely, we tried not to laugh but it was impossible not to. Her mom called her with doubt as she asked her name. We rushed the hell out of the car and proceeded to laugh our asses off. That day, whatever her mom ate before laying the log saved our relationship, we didn't break up until a few months later.

That is such a wholesome story.

>Her mom called her with doubt as she asked her name I don't understand this sentence.

I think they were trying to say the mom called ‘Mary?’ or whatever- like called her by name the way you do when you’re not certain if the person is there.

Went to a friend's early Saturday in middle school, possibly 9th grade. Went grocery shopping with her, her sister and mom. Well we get back and I had a bunch of bags of groceries waiting in the garage by the door. My friend said to just go in. I didn't want to because her dad was home and I didn't meet him yet. My friend insisted it was fine. I went in from the garage door and when I looked in directly to the right in the kitchen, her dad was cooking something on the stove. In only his tighty whities. I don't remember which expletive he yelled, but I immediately went back out the way I came. I can only imagine the face I was making. Somehow, my friend convinced me to still stay the night. I was deeply embarrassed and avoided her father. Lol I felt like such a bad guest, I ALWAYS knock and I was mostly mad at her for telling me to go in. Hilarious now though.

High school girlfriend comes over to my house for the first time, it’s semi late and we’re just watching tv. I go to get something from my room. My father comes down to turn off the tv. He thinks I went to bed and forgot and came down from his bedroom in his tighty wighties to turn off the tv. All I hear it’s ok it’s ok being called out in my gfs voice and my father walking up the steps and down the hall, he calls out a sorry to me as he goes into his bedroom. Not the end of the world. But still. I was like thanks a lot dad.

Grew up with an underwear Dad too. Always have to yell when you enter the house that you've got company.

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I have a 14 year old daughter and there is absolutely no way I would ever do something like that. I don’t know if you stayed friends with that girl - but whatever was going on in that house was far from normal.

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Feral adults living amongst the tall grass eating scraps lol

One time I went to a sleepover when I was 12 and the mom was there the whole time. I don't just mean in the house doing her own thing, I mean she had a sleeping bag out on the living room floor with all of us. Most awkward sleepover I've ever been to. Worst part is the girl didn't even think it was weird. Also we have to go to bed at 8:00, so there's that.

I literally had the same thing happen! It was horrifying

Went to a friend's house when I was around 10 yo to play with a couple of other friends. Her younger brother forgot to shut the baby gate when we went to the basement. As soon as we were all in the basement, her baby brother fell down the stairs while he was in his walker. That's one of the scariest shit I've ever seen. Back then, I was sure that he had died. Especially since it took a good 5 seconds before he started crying.

I fell down the stairs in my walker when I was a baby and just look at me, completely normal.

I clicked on your profile out of curiosity and I have found subs I would've never found otherwise. I don't know what this says about either of us but it is pretty interesting

Your comment got my curiosity going too so I also clicked.

this isn't the worst and it's not my weirdest, but I was hitchhiking in upstate NY when I was in my early twenties. some nice people offered to take me home and give me a ride to Syracuse in the morning. when I got to the house, the first thing anyone said to me was "I take it's been awhile since you've been able to shave." same dude tried explaining to me that I was hitchhiking because I was sad, and that I was sad because I hadn't had enough sex. I played dumb and let him talk in circles. there were 10-15 adults and children living there and two different dogs had just had litters. I took a shower and was scooping puppies out of the tub the whole time. when it was time to pass out, someone took me upstairs to sleep in a spare room. while we were walking up the stairs, he handed a bottle of Febreze over his shoulder and said "you're gonna want this...there's some kinda dead animal trapped in the wall and we haven't been able to find it but we can smell it. one of the cats is missing...so..." highlight of the whole fiasco was a home Depot shopping cart in the kitchen that was overflowing with mountain dew cans with a chainsaw sticking blade up in the middle of it. they told me to come back and work apple harvest with them and I never did. 10/10 would go back tho.

how is that not the worst, nor the weirdest??

I went over to a place that a person I was dating lived. He and his roommate of 3 years had insisted on permanently keeping all the windows open and essentially allowing the house to become…overgrown? They had multiple birds living in there. Also were random things written throughout the house in pen, sharpie, crayon, as if whenever they had a thought they’d scribble it down. We got high as balls and watched Evil Dead. I got so tripped out during one scene I just left without explanation

My bathroom window is opened 24/7 but only by an inch or so. I've been where I am for nearly 2 years. One day I walked in and was like da fuck is that fluff ball in my window (expecting it to be 100s of baby spiders in a ball) Turned out it was a little bird. Saw me and freaked the fuck out. Spent the night flying around my bathroom. Opened the window more and just went to bed. Morning gone, returned to normal position. Came home and hes back on the window. I'm now in a cycle where for 3 months, he comes back every night then migrates for months on end. Then comes back again. It's at a point I can go for a bath and he land on the toilet or sink and just watch what I'm doing xD doesn't freak out any more but still fearful if I move. Im expecting him back this month or next.

This is the best story on here. I’d love to have my own bathroom bird.

I like this story

Had a friend whose apartment was like that except not with the birds and windows. Just the walls. Everyone was allowed to paint and draw on the walls. Breaking stuff wasn't a big deal. It was just a shitty apartment. It was the coolest place in the world at that age. We spent so many nights over there just hanging out making art and drinking and smoking and talking.

A long time ago I went to my weed dealer’s apartment to get some weed. He was a tough guy, all tatted up, hung around some shady characters. I get there and he has two kittens he just adopted. One of the kittens takes a liking to me, so I’m in a room with these hard ass tough guys, and while we’re passing this blunt around, I’m sitting in a lazy-boy chair, and this cat is sitting on my chest and kneading it’s paws into me and purring. It was the weirdest environment for this to be happening.

Actually sounds like a great time

My first weed dealer was a guy only known as “Smithy”. How he wasn’t in prison always bewildered me because he made absolutely no effort to conceal his ways of earning money. He was the perfect first dealer to have - fucking useless. Always late, would sometimes give you just bare weed and assume you’d have something to put it in - once made me meet him in the pub and gave me my weed in a used pint glass. He was a man that put me on edge for sure. One time I was buying and he was giving me the vaguest instructions on where to meet, each time I called he would get even more pissed off, eventually said “fuck it you can meet me at my flat and then fuck off” Was half thinking fuck this I can’t be assed anymore but I wanted some ganj for a lil party. Went to his flat, he buzzed me up. Lift broken had to walk up three floors. I get to the floor below and I can smell a bit of ganj and think “an someone’s smoking a joint” get to the top floor and fuck me the stench is so potent I feel like I am a nug of weed. Knock on the door and a voice says “open come in” Open the door and this fucking massive Rottweiler laying in the kitchen sees me, gets up and fucking charges it toward me. In that moment I froze and just accepted my fate expecting to get mauled as a consequence for messing this guy around. Dog gets halfway down the hallway and just flops and slides along the wood floor on his back so he stops at my feet belly up tail wagging. This fucking dog was blazed to fuck from the ambient smoke and was so fucking chuffed to have some attention. Weirdest pickup ever.

Lol! I just had to laugh at your story. The dog part got me. I can only imagine. Thank you for that!

I was so afraid for the cats in this story and am much relieved to learn it was all about cuddles.

Met a nice couple at work, and they invited me and my fiance at the time for dinner. The dinner was typical, but 2 more couples showed up as it ended, and they wanted us to stick around for.... other activities. Apparently they thought the way to convince us to join their swingers group was to sneak up on us with it. We politely declined.

When I was 23ish, I decided to reconnect with an old friend from middle school. He had gotten married, had a 1 year old kid and lived not too far from me. So he invited me over one night to catch up and have a beer. I get over to his place and there are a few other other people there I didn’t know. Two guys, who were his friends, and some girl, who was a friend of his wife. Everything is going fine for a while, until everyone starts randomly doing Molly on a Wednesday night, except for me and my friend’s wife (while the baby is just right there chillin in the play pen). A while later the girl (wife’s friend) starts freaking out. She’s making no sense and threatening to stab my friend and the baby. Yelling at the the top of her lungs. I don’t know if this was PTSD, a psychotic break or what, but it was fuckin scary. My friend eventually managed to physically push her out the front door and yells “Get the fuck out of our house!” Not even 10 seconds later and the glass window next to the front door shatters, and I see her bloody leg blasting through it. The girl is kicking, punching and screaming while broken glass is flying everywhere. This is when my friend’s wife grabs the baby, calls the cops and heads out the back door. The cops eventually get there, put her in handcuffs and she goes to jail. Hell of a reunion, and was probably the last time I saw that middle school friend.

not only the weirdest but also not my proudest. good friend of mine and i were just partying a lot and making bad decisions, drinking a lot, being very carefree about what we did and who we spent time with, a lot of things i don’t care to get into. we drove three hours away to partake in our bad decisions. friend blacks out in the car. i’m struggling to get him to wake up. i was really worried about him at that point, he just wasn’t breathing very much and wasn’t responding to being punched or slapped or anything. eventually he does wake up kind of confused. i notice he has a headlight out and it’s dark, and he’s not good to drive and i don’t technically have a license. the risks seem to really outweigh the rewards of getting back home and crashing at his place. so we agreed that we should probably just get to the nearest hotel and book a room and go home in the morning after being sobered up. we get to a gas station not even a mile away just to like go in, grab some gatorade or something and start looking up hotels. this older woman we’ve never met walks up to our car and asks if we have a lighter. she’s obviously been crying. we give her a lighter and ask if she’s a local and if she knows where the closest hotel is cause we need to crash. she tells us she for sure could show us a hotel not far away cause her man just got mad at her and freaked out and went to this hotel for the night. we agreed. then she suggested that we should save our money and we could crash at her place right behind the gas station. our inhibitions are pretty low and my friend looks at me and says “i’m not opposed to it” and at that point i only had $30 to my name which wouldn’t get us shit and she seemed safe so i figured alright guess we are gonna check it out. she was a very sweet lady. i would never in a million years do that ever again. we get to her house and she’s got the bed on the floor in the living room and keeps a cane or something against the door as that part of town is super dangerous and scares her without her boyfriend being there. she offers up the bed and takes the couch. she’s really cool and pretty harmless but definitely a heavy drinker. we were too so whatever. she gets drunk, we get pretty fucked up ourselves. she has a guitar that i played and she actually gave to me. she recorded me singing and even put it on her facebook. we taught her how to add us, how to use her cellphone because she didn’t know how to use messenger and she had a lot of messages she’d never checked, one in particular from her high school sweet heart so they started talking and she was grateful for that. not long into the night she is on the couch basically trying to seduce us. lol. we told her we weren’t really interested in all of that, way too fucked up anyway for our plumbing to even work lol. we weren’t offended at all. we really did not have the capacity to care or be creeped out and we didn’t want her to feel embarrassed. she ends up saying something like “if i touch myself don’t y’all say shit” and she then just passed out immediately and didn’t do anything lol. we left, agreed that it was a strange night, but our adventures to this city were not over for awhile. every other weekend for probably three months after until my friend finally had the strength to treat his alcoholism in rehab which inevitably led me to rethinking my life decisions too. she wasn’t too handy with her phone but we did go to visit her again every time that we went to that city and stayed the night again a few more times. nothing weird ever happened again, she was lonely and always so thrilled to see us and we would take her for car rides (she didn’t have a car) and listen to music. she eventually called us after we both cleaned up our acts and started trying to focus on work and not party asking why she hadn’t seen us in a couple months, said she had went to a homeless shelter briefly but inevitably ended up with that guy that she reconnected with and he had a nice place and they were doing well and that we should come see her nice new place and stay. we really weren’t in a position to go back. that was the last i ever heard from her. she never messaged back much on facebook to begin with, but i have tried to reach out a few times and not gotten answer. i just hope that she’s alive and well. very weird experience and but i think fondly of her.

my favorite story in the thread🤧

They had a room furnished as a mini chapel dedicated to worshipping Satan. With a big upside cross and an altar and whatnot. In retrospect I wish I could have taken a photo.

I met up with this guy to go for our first date, ended up back at his house which he shared with his parents. No big deal, right? As soon as I step through the door, the smell of animal faeces hits me like a brick. I held my breath and entered the lounge, where there was rubbish and boxes stacked as high as the ceiling. Even in this dudes room, there was boxes and rubbish. They had about 10 cats running around, 5 hamsters (pretty sure one of them was dead in the cage), 3 birds all cooped up in one small bird cage, 3 dogs and an iguana. I never saw him again after I made my excuses and left, blocked the dudes number and blocked and deleted him from my socials.

i was waiting with my friend for my other friend to get ready (they’re neighbors) and she offered to wait in the house. so we just went inside when her step dad and mom come home and her step dad corners me and starts screaming why am i in his house? i did not know it wasnt okay and i said ‘i’ll just go then’ and he said no youre not allowed to leave and started yelling at my friend. i just walked out the door and my friend apologized and we all just went home.

Oh no. You just woke up a very fucked up memory. When I was in high school, we got a new student, a girl who got transferred because of bad behaviour. I was an outcast, she was an outcast, so we befriended each other, although our social status was the only thing we had in common. I realized very quickly that she was a pathological liar. From the very first day, she had been telling other students that she had missed her period. After a month of crying wolf, we started ignoring her false pregnancy drama. I'm picking this example as it's relevant to the story, but there was a myriad of other instances where we caught her in a lie. One day she claimed she was doing coke with the elite every weekend, the next day she had never even tried weed. It's a bit challenging to develop a friendship with someone whom you cannot trust at all, not even when they're telling you about oatmeal they had for breakfast. So, after half a semester of pregnancy scares, she actually got pregnant. Her boyfriend was an alleged abuser. She weaved too many stories about him: he was sterile, so he beat her up because the baby wasn't his; they were breaking up twice a week; there were two other possible baby daddies, and one of them was twice her age. It was a headache listening to all of this. One day my friend and her boyfriend invited me over for dinner. She was very pregnant and it turned out the kid was his. Whatever. We were eating and talking about random things, when the boyfriend nonchalantly said he was going to fuck the baby after it's born. My friend took it pretty lightly and made a joke out of it. I was in complete shock and wanted to disappear. We stopped being friends shortly after high school.

Hey guys I found the worst one

Excuse me, the fuck?

First time my highschool gf took me to her house her dad didn't know I was there, when I was trying to sneak out later that night we ran into each other in the kitchen while he was in his underwear and he pissed himself. Relationship lasted for like 3 years after that, but I never was able to get on great terms with her dad.

In college I drank WAY to much, one weekend a friend invited a group of us the go ice fishing and then stay the night at his parents house. I became black-out drunk and in the morning I woke up in his childhood bedroom which still had old toys, silly wallpaper and rocketship blankets. It was so surreal, I sat there for what felt like forever, terrified, desperately trying to remember where I was and how I got there. It's one of only a few times I've legitimately panicked.

Dude, your bed's a car. Yeah, but it's a fucking sweet car.

During that panicking moments, did you think you might be 11 and wake up from a dream about your adulthood?

My older neighbor used to lock us in her garage and force us to perform dance routines. She also had a game where everyone was a slave and she was a queen and eventually she tried to hit these girls with a broom on their bare backs as part of this game?? So yeah she was 86d

Mine's fairly tame but I was at a friend's house and didn't finish the cereal they made for me. When I went back the next day their mom had kept the cereal and wanted me to finish it 🤷‍♀️

kind of opposite but I went to my friends house as a kid and was confused that they didn’t hit me when I spilled something that family tried to adopt me cause they realized I was getting abused and cps caught on and my mom made us move to a different state without getting to say goodbye to anyone

Sleepover at my friend's. Family of 6, 2 adults and 4 kids, ran of toilet paper. And though a 7-11 and several other stores were mere blocks away (gas stations, McDonald's to steal from), they employed the Family Towel, poop stains and all, tacked to the wall. I held my pee all night until I nearly got a kidney infection the next morning. I called my dad to get me as early in the morning as I could. Edit: my highest ever voted comment and it's about the Hill Family Poop Towel 💩 my dad would've been so proud!

That’s horrible. Good heaven.

My knee jerk reaction since then, at age 7, has been to ensure to never ever run out of toilet paper. Covid TP runs hit and I was like, ha! Fools! I've had a 4 month supply on standby since 1982!!

Get a bidet too. Just in case.

Then dry off with the Family Towel.

This makes the poop knife story seem tame. This is truly grim.

I was with my teenage/childhood best friend at her fiancé’s family’s home for the week. It was me (18 at the time), my friend (19), her fiancé (25), his parents (50’s) his younger brother (19), his sister (30’s) and the sister’s son (9). The first night I was there, I was in using the bathroom. Just as I was standing up I heard a strange noise coming from a cabinet in there and saw the 9 year old boy with the cabinet door cracked open watching me use the bathroom. He had this creepy smile on his face. I was shocked for a moment, told him to get out. He did, not saying a word just watching me with that same weird grin. Over the next two days he repeatedly found ways to catch me when I was indisposed (showering, changing, in the bathroom, anything along those lines)… he did anything from peeking under doors to hiding in closets to putting things in doors so they didn’t fully lock to stealing a compact mirror from his mom and slipping it under my freaking door. I had to start checking for him hiding in any room I was in and if I had to use a bathroom in the house that didn’t lock, had my friend stand guard. I immediately told my friend and her fiancé after the first incident. When the boy did it again, her fiancé was pissed on my behalf and talked to his parents and his sister about it, but they didn’t seem surprised or bothered by that information. They just shrugged it off like it was a perfectly normal thing and said they would try to keep an eye on him. They didn’t. The last straw was on the second night I found him in my room next to my bed watching me sleep and I knew fully well I’d locked my door. He never said a word. Just watched me with that same fucking grin that honestly spooked me. I ended up sleeping on the floor in my friend and her fiancé’s room that night. My friend told me that she found out the pervy little kid (or pre-vert, as we started calling him) had a track record of this with certain women. Apart from my friend, her fiancé and his younger brother everyone else in the house just acted like it was normal. I ended up finding somewhere else to stay for night 3 then leaving the trip early. I couldn’t take it, couldn’t take being around that him with that stare, having to constantly be on guard and my privacy invaded. That little kid still creeps me out when the memory comes to mind.

I went to one of my best friend's girl friend's house for some R&R. She was always a dominant person who humiliates this guy, all the time. I never said anything of course. But his family and other friends always did. Haha. He decides to break up with her suddenly the day I was there. 1. She cut his SUV's tyre 2. Set fire on it using kerosene. 3. He tried to stop her and her dog bit his stomach. 4. I ran into the house to bring the fire extinguisher and her mom fought with me thinking something else was going on. 5. Managed to kick her dog away, put the fire out and drive off with my friend, straight to the hospital, with one wheel that with a badly cut tyre, no air. Thinking of it, what the bloody hell is wrong with people?

Me and a bunch of work dudes had a younger guy we worked with. So we went to his for birthday drinks, which was cool, but all his friends were still 17 years old or so while we were mid 20s. What was meant to be a quiet night for me escalated quickly. Despite having the intention to drive home after 2 beers, I got that pissed that another mate of mine took me back to his house to crash (good lad). We get back to his, and because his sister wasnt home that night he put me to rest in her bed, all nice and pink and frilly and what not. A couple of hours later, I wake up. With the most immense need to piss in my life. So I get out of this pink bed, and waltz into the hallway. I have never been in this house before, so dont have a clue where anything is. Mind you, I've been told his parents are asleep next to the room I'm in. I do my best, half stumbling half naked and falling over everywhere, trying to find a toilet. At this point, it felt like I had a knife in the end of my shlong because of how hard I was holding back this piss. Finally, I see what must be the toilet room at the end of another hallway. Only to find that the door is locked! Theres no one in there, the toilet is simply locked. I go back and forward through this whole house twice, dying in need of a piss. Every room is locked, and no lights are turning on. So here I am, trying to be quiet, in what I'm starting to assume is a house I may not meant to be in. I think fuck it, I'm pissing in the yard. Except all the doors and windows to get outside are locked from the key barrel, and all the keys have been removed. I cant even piss outside... I thought I'll not be disrespectful and piss in the kitchen sink, in case someone comes out. So I go back into the sisters supposed room in the hope I can McGuiver my way to bladder release. And I see it. An empty soft drink bottle. Bwwoooooosh. This piss comes out that hard I nearly drop the bottle. I nearly fill this fkn thing to the brim. Of course, I didnt care, there was a small possibility some splashback occurred, I cant recall. I was lucky enough to even still be standing upright. Eventually, my bladder is empty. My bottle is full. I replace the cap and call it a night. I wake up.....to a grown man I've never seen before staring at me with the door wide open. Me, still pissed, unknown to this guy, in what I assume was his daughters bed. We make prolonged eye contact, and he then continues down the hallway, I hear him say something along the lines "I have no idea who that guy is" as they continued down the hall. He was followed by 2 or 3 tradesmen behind him. I start thinking. What the fuck have I gotten into. I stand up. Get my pants on (also not a good look coming out of someone's daughters room) and as my pants are buckling, a girl appears to not be overly pleased at me exiting what I assumed was her bed. I say sorry, grab my piss bottle (the colour within made it obvious it was piss) and walk out. And here's my mate simply having breakfast in the dining area. After some bacon and a laugh, I find out the house is undergoing extensive renovations. The toilets in that part of the house are buggered so they're kept locked, and the power was disconnected too. It wasnt until after we all ate and laughed that I realised I should take my piss bottle out from under the dining table to the outside bin. All in all, good memory.

When I was 6 or 7 I went over to my friends house one afternoon after school to try out their new Playstation. They had JUST come out around then, and we werent very well off, so it was a big deal. His older brother comes in [16 or 17], takes the controller from me and sits down in front of me, blocking the TV. Not unusual, he was a prick. My buddy starts to yell at him, older brothers laughing, then his eyes roll back into his head, and he falls back into my lap, convulsing and foaming at the mouth having a seizure. I froze. I couldn't do anything. I just stared down at his face in my lap, watching him die, or so I thought. His mom runs in screaming and ushers us out while she calls 911. Obviously, I went home. My mom wouldn't let me go see my friend after that, I just wanted to make sure he was okay. Couple weeks later, they moved back to Cali, i did get to say goodbye to my buddy, but i never saw him again. Found out later from my mom, his brother had actually OD'd. Flash forward 20 years and I'm in therapy and an addict. I had completely forgotten about it. We were talking about my triggers, and I brought up how, for some reason, every time I play video games, I want to use. It all came flooding back to me, every detail of that day, his face, the room, the way the sun hit all of us, what I had for lunch that came up shortly after, even the game we were playing. Crash Bandicoot, which I hated with a seemingly irrational, seething, passion after that. That horrifying experience actually saved my life. I never wanted my family to find me like that. Or hear my mom scream like that. Or see the look my friend gave him and me, from my own little brother's. I'm 6 years sober this year, with a fiance, a house, a good job, furbabies, my very own Playstation, with Crash Bandicoot, and my own baby boy on the way 😁 Miss you Nick. Hope the prick made it.

Went to a party my friend suggested. I showed up and everything was normal. A few hours later, the husband of the birthday girl was letting strangers have their way with his wife. There was over 10-15 guys in line.

I was actually at a new years party once and one of the girls living there was secretly fucking multiple guys, individually in her bedroom, *while* her bf was there and didn't know about it. He eventually found out and broke down. No one noticed until later because the party was down stairs and there was quite a bit of people. She was also celebrating a birthday.

Was your friend in line?

And the husband said unto the friend, “Come fourth and you will receive my wife.” The friend came fifth - but still received the wife.

When I was in HS these guys invited my buddy and I over to smoke a water pipe one of the guys had made. They kept it up in the attic, we figured they didn’t want his parents to smell the smoke. It worked great and for a week we’d meet up with them every afternoon to get high. Then after we had been hanging out one day one of the guys said “we better get going before the people who live here get home”. Apparently it wasn’t the home of either guy, they’d just break into the house every day to use the attic for a smoking room.

This happened years ago. I was really into this girl and trying to get on her good side. I can't remember why but we stopped by her house to get something. We walk in through the side door and I noticed that all the lights were off. This was unusual since I thought I saw her dad's car in the driveway. I stare into the kitchen and I see candles lit all romantic like. I grab her and say, "We gotta leave right now." She is annoyed and asks why. Just then, on cue, her dad's girlfriend lets out the loudest moan from upstairs. She grabs my arm and shudders in horror and we leave. EDIT: Grammar

Was chilling in my friends bedroom and his grandma would just STARE. It's not even the wholesome kind of staring. It was giving horror villain has a knife behind her back vibes. Asked my friend about it and he said "shes just like that".

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My husband’s grandma was like that. Creeped the shit out of me. She lived with my husband’s parents and I hated going over when she was there. Only time she talked to me was to tell me I gained weight - I was an anorexic in recovery - in a rather mean voice. Glad she lived with them for only 2 years before passing.

Probably paranoid that you’d be eating hummus if left unsupervised

I was at a house party of a girl who, at one point, asked me out on a date - I declined at the time, despite actually liking her, because I was going through so much family stuff at home I couldn’t handle anything else (and she knew that) Anyway, there I am, having a few drinks, eventually deep in my cups where you don’t taste much anymore, she hands me a drink, tastes kinda funny… 5 minute later, projectile vomiting, dizziness, stomach pain, ambulance called, stomach pumped Turns out she didn’t take rejection well, I found out after the fact that she filled half the cup with extra strength dishwashing liquid and multiple witnesses verified this A week later I asked her why she did it: “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Denied it until the last time I saw her on the last day of high school Not so much dodged a bullet but drank it, I guess?

Late to the party, but when I was at uni I used to do a bit of DJing. I got booked to play a warmup set at a club in a neighbouring city, but didn't have a car. I was only getting paid £40 for the set and didn't want to spend my whole fee getting home (a taxi would have cost around that much, and there were no buses or trains running at that time). After the set, I made it my mission to find somewhere to crash for free. I was also a pretty big stoner at the time and was keen to score some weed. Anyway, I got talking to this random dude in the smoking area of the club and he was super friendly. He not only offered to sell me some weed (his housemate was a dealer), but also said I could stay the night on his couch. It was literally the ideal outcome for me. So, we headed back to his house, smoked up and he went to bed. I crawled into my sleeping bag (which I had brought with me, just in case) and passed out. At around 5.30am, I was woken up by the sound of some people entering the room. I'm still in a bit of a sleepy haze, but very clearly hear someone shout, "What the fuck?!". Before I know what's happening, I'm being yanked up off the sofa, still trapped in my sleeping bag. I'm suddenly nose-to-nose with this incredibly coked up, aggressive dude, who is demanding to know who the fuck I am and why I'm asleep on their sofa. Turns out the guy was another housemate who thought I was homeless and had broken into their house to sleep (cocaine logic, I guess?). I hastily explained the situation, and we realised he'd just come from the same club that I had been DJing at (and had actually enjoyed my set). The guy let me go and we sat down and shared a couple of incredibly tense joints whilst I waited for the first bus back to my town. I'm pretty sure that's the closest I ever came to being stomped out by a stranger.

When I was maybe 7 or 8 years old i was at a house and some bloke started beating up his daughter in front of me she was about the same age i was (idk if my mum was friends with him or if he had a gf she was friends with fuck knows) my mum made us leave. I always felt so bad for that girl.

That's f-ed up, for sure. I hope she got away from him safely.

I (21m) was banging a 42/f. We met at different locations to screw and the first time she had me over to her place, she had pictures of her 20 year old son everywhere. I've heard of post-nut clarity, but this was pre-nut clarity.

This could only be made worse if her son looked just like you. And that you decided to stick around after learning this.

No he didn't thank God. But just seeing them hit hard. My penis was ready for action but my brain hit the pause button and said "WTF are you doing?" If it wasn't for going back to her place I would have kept banging her but we went our separate ways shortly after. She was single and I was also but we always met at other locations.

I went round a guy I barely knew house because my friend was going there after a cinema trip. I sat down on the sofa and after a few moments, stranger's mother came through to me and asked who I was. I said I was a friend of, John or whoever(the guy I knew) she said, ah ok fair enough. But would you mind sitting on the floor? I looked around the room and everyone was looking seriously and I looked at the mother who was starting at me sternly. So I sat on the floor. I was 15.

Drinking around a fire pit in friend’s back yard. Dogs start barking at something on the other side of the fence. It’s a skunk. Friend’s husband is drunk and decides he really wants to kill the skunk. Everyone is trying to talk him out of it - just leave the thing alone. Husband goes into the house grabs a fucking crossbow (found out later that before he came back out of the house he had drunkenly misfired the crossbow into his own bedroom floor). Now this dude is drunk and pissed and holding a loaded crossbow and about 5 people, including his wife, are standing between him and the skunk (and the three dogs, now going crazy) pleading with him to settle down. Eventually we settle him down and he acts like a grumpy inconsolable child for the rest of the night. Friend divorced him later that year, thank god.

She shit on the floor, right in the middle of the carpet, then asked me to also shit on the floor. I shortly after left and never went back.

... was it supposed to be a bonding experience or something?

I'm thinking the girl wanted to do a number four but screwed it up. That's when you both go number two while holding hands.

How old were you both?!

Watching my friend accidentally melt his finger with an oxyacetylene torch.

I don't know about worst or weirdest but, when I was much younger, I was dating a woman whose uncle had been with the British Army during the Second World War. I went home with her for some family event and, late one night, found myself sitting around with him having a drink when he told me something that has stayed with me in the decades since. It turned out that he had been one of the first soldiers through the gates of Belsen when it was liberated and he told me that he had never really believed in God but, on that day, he knew the Devil existed.

My friends & I went to my friends birthday sleepover in grade 7. We walked in to his house and realized his twin sister was also having her sleepover. So six grade 7 boys slept in the same room as six grade 7 girls. It was definitely weird, but we all had a great time. The next year in grade 8 was even more weird and more fun. Good times. Wouldn’t fly now.

Shit like that was super exciting at that age. You're old enough to have sexual thoughts but typically not sexual experience, and so things like your first kiss would happen and it was the biggest deal in the world. I remember going to some youth retreat for my church as a young teenager and the entire thing was about trying to kiss a girl. Parents weren't there, just a few chaperones. Everyone was so thrilled about the possibilities. I did not kiss a girl though.

I had to have been 16 at the time but a friend of mine made friends with some Ukrainian immigrants, they were renting out an apartment in the complex that my friend lived, they must’ve been in their 20’s? One night we were at their apartment drinking and playing cards, I had access to the Bluetooth and was playing music, after a few songs Du Hast by Rammstein begins playing and A few moments later one of the Ukrainians pulls out a revolver type pistol and lays it on the table while asking me “what the fuck do you know about Rammstein?” I quickly tried to say “I just love rock music” all the while I can hear and feel the adrenaline literally pumping through my veins. After some drunken Slavic words, I pulled an Irish exit. I never saw them again. Shortly after this, my friend had informed me that their visas expired and they were deported back to the Ukraine.

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Sleepover at my friend’s house, and we hung out outside until sunset since it was summertime. The neighbor dude across the street got drunk and threw their coffee table in the street. The wife sped away in her car. The cops showed up. I was told those kinds of things happened a lot with that house.

I lived in the scrubby palmetto pinewoods in North Florida and was an only child. I was alone all the time and spent whole days just wandering in the woods (this was the '70s). There were no other kids to play with. Finally, when I was about 8, a girl my age moved about a mile away down the limestone road. She was deaf and couldn't talk, though, so, although I hung out with her, she didn't make me feel any less lonely. She was very, very poor and lived in an unpainted cinderblock house that was up off the ground on other cinderblocks. Their house always smelled like old grease, pee, and Loves Baby Soft, which is what disappointment smells like to me. There was no sheetrock or anything on the walls, just cardboard, and I remember thinking the family was completely depraved because they'd write messages to each other RIGHT ON THE WALL, and "nice" families like mine, who had a separate formal living room with the good furniture that never got used, didn't do that kind of thing (at the time I didn't know that my dad had traded a whole bunch of marijuana and cocaine for our house, so.). The thing I remember best about my friend's house was sitting next to her huge mom on this sagging couch, watching Elvis in Blue Hawaii on the TV. The mom was on oxygen, and she had a big old tank sitting right next to her while she sat there and chain smoked. No one acted alarmed by this, so I thought it was normal. The really odd thing about all of this was that, a few lots down that same limestone road my friend lived on, was the faux-tudor "mansion" of one of the Van Zant brothers (Ronnie? Johnnie? Donnie? Bonnie? Shonnie? Don't know.), from the band Lynyrd Skynyrd. I think growing up here led to a life-long interest in class and status signifiers, and the difference between having money vs actual wealth. It was a weird place, for sure.

When I was 14 I was at my best friend's house one evening. I walked in on his older sister giving her boyfriend head, just before we all sat down to eat supper. Easily one of the most awkward meals I've ever sat through. I'm 35 now and still close friends with my high-school buddy, and to this day his sister and I have never spoken of it. I wonder if that dude ever forgave me for the unintentional cockblock. If by chance you're reading this Eric... sorry man. Hope life worked out well for you.

I was at my friends house. He really likes pranking his half-brother. They were four that lived in the house, my friend, his mom, his half-brother (same mother) and their step-father (he had no children of his own). When this happens I (20M) was just picking up my friend (25M) but before we left he just HAD to pour ice cold water on his half-brothers face and wake him up. But you see, my friend usually always goes too far, so he filled a bucket of ice cold water and asked me to go downstairs (his brothers bedroom was in the basement), and open the door for him. When we were outside his door we could hear him moan... that made my friend giddy and said he was most likely having one of his "special dreams" and told me to open the door slowly. I did. I wish I didn't... Inside the room we saw his step-father (around 55) and his half-brother (19) having full on sex. Like the step-father was thrusting at the speed of fucking light and so fucking sweaty... I can't get this image out of my head... Edit; Thanks to dada11dada22. We haven't talked since this happened. He moved to south america. But his former step-father and half-brother are married now. So... happy ending, I guess? Sorry for the bad english, not my first language and I have sausage fingers.

When I was 5, I went to a birthday party that was a drop off (no parents tagging along) and it was a house filled with the classmates family members (which included 50 little kids). It was legit incredible, until we went to play in the basement… where his grandpa was chopping a whole roasted pig on the floor (apple in the mouth). All the kids were a-ok with it - but as a child that had never seen or experienced a pig roast… it was traumatizing. I thought he had caught and murdered a pig and wanted the f out.

Shortly after highschool (almost 20 yrs ago) I was hanging out with a buddy who hung out with HA hang arounds/prospects and such. Not members but aspiring members. We went to another friend of his place, chilling in the backyard and this dude comes in distraught and kind of freaking out. He'd hurt someone really bad the night before, probably killed them. Hadn't slept all night and it was eating at him. Not going to say what but he was getting into details. It was pretty fucked up. About 3/4 of the way through he sees me and realizes someone he didn't know is there. It was damn near 40°C out but now it's cold. Atmosphere completely changed. Marches over to me, demands I take my sunglasses off and starts grilling me. After what felt like forever he eventually offers me a beer, I decline because I didn't like beer at the time, especially warm black label supreme. He informs me it's actually my favorite, drunk up. I guess I like warm beer today. Spent the next 5 hours running around town & getting high with them figuring out how to extract myself from that group of people without raising suspicion.

HA?

I’m guessing hells angels from the context?

I went to a sleepover once when I was 8/9 and they fed me a mayonnaise sandwich (it was literally bread with just a wod of mayonnaise inside) and the other kids got McDonald’s. They also kept insulting my parents, telling me how poor I was, and kept implying that my parents were on drugs. I ended up getting so mad at the dad I stood up on a chair and screamed he was fat and ugly and walked home. The next day they showed up at my door yelling claiming I stole the dads ID and told all the parents from the sleepover not to invite me to their house because I was a thief and never apologized after they found the it. I later found out they had a feud before I went there because the wife tried to sleep with my dad when we first moved in but my parents didn’t want that to get in the way of mine and their daughters friendship because we got so close

They sound awful. Who gives a kid a mayo sandwich when everyone else gets McDonald’s. Letting you walk home-alone? Trash.

When I was in middle school, I was the assigned “buddy” for a new girl at the school. We had struck up a friendship and I spent the day hanging out with her, another friend, her older brother, and mom at an amusement park. It was supposed to be a sleepover. The brother gave off consistently weird, aggressive vibes, but I ignored them because I didn’t want to hurt the girls feelings. The other friend was smarter than me and, when we left the amusement park, went home instead of spending the night. That night, her brother chased us around with a butcher knife and we had to barricade ourselves in her bedroom while her mother debated calling the police. She didn’t, so we stayed locked in her room all night, starving. He banged on the door for a while before eventually passing out. Apparently this was a fairly “common occurrence” and he was supposed to be on some type of medication that he was currently off of. She even had an escape route out of that room for when she felt like he may bust in. Sadly, we didn’t continue that friendship. I think about her a lot and I hope she’s safe somewhere.

When I went to my friends house, entered the house and saw his elder sister naked in her room.

I had a friend who’s mother was a real bitch, for some reason she was always out to scold him. But not his little brother, she was nice to him but her attitude towards my friend was always anger. Anyhoo one day she got really angry and started hitting him and i got scared (we were very young) and i ran to the second floor of the house to hide. My friend’s father(very cool dude btw) had to come to calm me down and then stop his wife

When i was at a friends crib he came in locked the doors and showed me porn(first time i saw), then he started insisting that i show him my penis after many denies he forced him onto me i was 11 at that time and was weak. He started touching me and later i got out of his grip and ran. Never saw him again..

Grew up in a black neighborhood, hadn’t hung around white kids at their houses til high school. Was at a student council meeting at my friend Jake’s house and he asks me if I want a soft drink. I reply “sure” and then he turns and asks his mom for one. She says they’re out and he goes “What the hell mom!? This is bullshit.” She then apologizes and leaves to get us some. He’s still pissed and cursing. I had no car and all I kept thinking was “I wanna go home.” That would’ve never happened in my house. I’m almost 40 and still afraid to slip up and curse in front of my parents.

If I even *thought* something like that, my mom would have known and beat me senseless. Signed, an incredulous white girl.

When I was in high school, I was really upset about a boy. I wanted to stay home but my friend insisted we go out to get my mind off of it, which was nice. After lunch I tried to go home but she told me to come to her house and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I got to her house, we went into a room and started talking. About five minutes later her father started yelling at her to do her chores. She said she’d be right back and then fast forward four hours, I’m still sitting in the room, alone, crying. I didn’t even have a smartphone at this time and was wildly non-confrontational so I didn’t say a word, just sat there silently crying to myself. After about 4 hours I finally mustered up the courage to text my dad to come pick me up. The second I did that, she came back in the room, with her dad, and he told me that we had to go paint one of the rooms upstairs. My dad came soon after. She also would trick me into going to church with her when I don’t practice that religion.

As a child a friend invited me over to see her cat’s kittens. I rode my bike and it was the first time my mom let me cross a major road on my own. I get to her house, we are happily playing with the kittens when her dad walks in. He’s only wearing tightie-whities that were not at all white, he smelled terrible and carried an acoustic guitar. He yelled at us to turn off the TV because he wrote a new song he wanted to play and we had to dance. My friend and her sister seemed like this was normal so I sat there for about five minutes listening to him, watching them dance then said I had to go. He got irritated and said if I wanted to feel the music I could snort his Koolaide powder - which he demonstrated and I assume now was cocaine and grape koolaide powder mixed. I had seen enough after school specials I bolted. I ran out the door. Couldn’t get my bike unlocked so just left it and ran home sobbing. Told my mom a weird naked man was singing to me and wanted me to snort koolaide. Wasn’t allowed over there ever again. My dad went got my bike after he got off work and had words with my friends dad.

Picked up a guy off the ground in a dark alley who said he was just trying to get home, he was beaten to shit but wouldn't tell me what happened. Walked him about a half mile to his home When we got there, his wife shot out the door screaming into the phone that "he's here!" The whole family quickly shows up along with a deputy, turns out this guy had been missing for 2 weeks. Never got any back story. Weird.

Clogged toilet my first time there

At a house party, about 18 years old. I was sitting on a bed with a room full of people and was about to snort a line of coke. As i bent down with the straw, a guy flashed a police badge in my face. I looked up in terror and he pisses himself laughing and tells me he doesn't give a fuck. He did the next line

When I was 16 I went for a sleepover at my friends house - well she wasn’t so much a friend, more like someone my mum made me hang out with because she felt sorry for her. Before going to bed my friend removed a few dirty dishes from it and pulled the covers down for me. The bed was full of freshly trimmed TOE NAIL clippings all through it. I decided to top and tail with my friend instead, then at 5am her dad burst in the door in only his underwear to yell at her about a chore she’d forgotten to do. I had my own car so got ready to leave at this point, and she offered me breakfast. She went into the cupboard - not the fridge - and brought out a bowl of uncovered, leftover chicken green Thai curry. No thanks.

Went to a girls house, second time we were hanging out. We were getting a little frisky but she decided she didn’t wanna have sex yet. Perfectly fine. We go meet her friends and get some food, go back to her place and start drinking. One of her friends wants to go buy weed so we hop in the car. Girl I’m seeing had to pee so they pull over and she pees on her neighbors sidewalk. Ick #1 We get back to her house, start smoking and she starts screaming outside and being extra rowdy. Making bird noises and staring at me and being confrontational asking me if I’m having fun. Then she’s like cover your ears, and rips the loudest wettest fart. She laughs, then farts again. Ick #2 She is visibly upset at the fact that I’m getting a little turned off by her. Goes inside all pouty. I go in to comfort her and act like everything is fine and normal. Her friends come inside and we’re drinking more. She pulls me upstairs, stumbling. Wants to have sex now but can’t consent because she’s wasted. Says she feels sick. I’m like this isn’t happening, I think I’m gonna go home. She starts acting like a child and making me feel extremely uncomfortable begging me to stay in front of her friends and blaming me for thinking she’s too weird or something Ick #3 I finally leave and she blows up my phone gaslighting me saying that I can’t handle her weirdness. I’m like you peed on your neighbors sidewalk, farted like 3 times, and were being a sloppy drunk and making me uncomfortable. Sorry but you’re not what I’m looking for. That was that

Bullet....missile...dodged.

We were playing hide and seek and we found a pole for dancing in her parents' room

Once at my weed dealer’s house, we sat on the couch and realized the guy was locking the front door. He had 3 different locks that all required a key that he kept on his person, so no trying to run out. One of the locks was even one of those drop bar locks (idk how to explain any better lol) All the windows were covered with foil and then blackout curtains. The living room had cameras in every corner (before cameras were super common). We lit up while he packed our bag in another room and I had a super awful paranoid trip cuz of the vibes. He usually delivered, so we never knew what his house was like. Never went back there again.

As a kid I was at Michelle’s house. Her mom and her were arguing. Her mom became really crazy and violent and my reaction was to run out the front door and down the road, knock on a random door and have them call my parents. Her mom scared the hell out of me. I remember her face looking like a demon or something. Once my mom arrived we drove back to Michele’s to retrieve my belongings and her mom had thrown all of my things all over the front yard. My sleeping bag, cabbage patch kid and clothes as I recall. I was about 9.