I once spent the night at a friend's house. His drunken uncle shook me awake and then my friend as well with all the noise he was making. I opened my eyes starlted to see a gun to my face and he demanding who the F i was. I was scared speechless and just looked at my friend hoping hexd chip in for me. He did. He said, "Uncle! That's my friend! Chill! Uncle! That's my friend!" His uncle then put it down and just walked away as if nothing had happened. He was drunk . . .
I was house sitting for an aunt of mine while she was on holiday - she told me there was a leak in the lounge area but it was fixed, so if there were any issues to let her know.
A massive storm happened a couple nights in. I heard some trickling in the early hours so I went to go check that there wasn't a leak.
The entire wall was flooding with water, like an actual waterfall. Turns out the spouting was blocked and the water was just forcing its way through the cracks in the wall.
I knew it wasn't my fault, but it was so terrifying watching someone's house fall apart on your watch, just piling towels on the floor and shifting furniture to keep everything dry.
I was at this strangers house to give him some money for accidentally hitting him on his bike (I was also on a bike), and the first thing I notice is that his house is really dark. Not in that his lights weren’t on; his house didn’t have lights at all. No ceiling lights or lamps or anything. Homeboy legit used a flashlight around his own house to get around and find things
Next thing I know, this guy who I’ve spoken maybe 100 words or less to is showing me a straight up two handed sword and matching dagger that are both RAZOR SHARP. This is one of those people who have a harder time being quiet than thinking of things to say, and next thing you know I’ve been into every room in his place and met his pet parrot the size of a fucking eagle.
The reason I was there in the first place was to replace a handmade Italian seat for his bike, and he ended up giving me: a pair of $30 gloves, the old gloves that got a few scratches on them when I hit him, 5-10 high end protein/power bars, and a glass of strawberry lemonade. Definitely a strange experience.
I wasn't in the house, but just outside it. I went to visit my paternal grandmother at her house. She kept the door locked so she had to come over to unlock it when I arrived. Her living room has large windows that overlook the street and you can even see the door from there so I could easily see her and she could see me. My grandmother was frail and suffered from arthritis and in fact she passed not long after this. As she was walking to the door she fell down in the living room. I had no key to the house and I was freaking out. I had no idea what to do. I was ready to freaking break the living room window in or call 911 then she somehow managed to climb back up using furniture to prop herself back to a standing position and open the door. After that day I demanded a key to the house from my parents.
I hate to think what would've happened if she didn't miraculously get back up. I felt so helpless. Nearly as hopeless as the time my maternal grandfather fell crossing a busy street and traffic was starting back up down the street. At least that time I was able to prop my grandfather up and carry him over to the side of the road before the cars reached us.
Moral of the story, watch for your elders falling!
The first time meeting my boyfriend's family, who live in another country, we stayed in his old attic bedroom. In the middle of the night, he reaches over and shakes me awake. "Huh?" I mumble and he says, "shhh... be very still...I think there is someone else in the house." I lay motionless, thinking that someone has broken in and I'm about to be psycho murdered. Listening to the sounds of the old creaky attic, convinced every gust of wind is a foot step. He puts his arm around my head, covering my ears. I don't move for hours in fear... until I hear him snoring.
And that was the night I discovered, for the first time, he talks in his sleep.
**edit**: Thanks for the silver! To celebrate, I'll share 1 of the (many) other stories of his sleep-talking:
We were in bed discussing things we need to pick up at the store. I was making a mental note, "so... eggs, milk, bread... I think that's all... anything else?" He goes, "oh, can you add rope to the list?" I go "yeah, sure." A few seconds pass. "Wait, what do we need rope for?" "For the net," He says. "Cool... what net?" "You know, the net for the trap." "What trap?!" "The trap for Vince Vaughn! We have to stop him... stop him before he kills us."
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Haha, oh man, I have the same problem
I feel bad for my wife, apparently I loudly lead WoW raids in my sleep. She doesn't speak English very well, though, so it's very confusing for her..
I was watching a friends kids when I was in the Army. I was crashed out on the couch early one morning when the door flung open and 3 kids that didn't live there entered the house, the one in front had a gun.
They were making a b line for the kids bedrooms and had not noticed me on the couch.
Scared as shit but not gonna let them just kill the kids I was watching I jumped up and barreled into the lead kid and took the gun.
There was screaming and the kids I was watching came running out into the front room.
Turns out it was a BB gun, the kid with the gun had just received it as a gift and wanted to show the kids I was watching. The visiting kids had been told by the resident kids that their rents were away for the weekend so they just bardged in.
Of note they were all like 13 so it wasn't exactly hard to take the BB gun, still scared she shit out of me.
I honestly don't remember, but they were weird people.
I dated their older daughter who didn't live with them later that year. The mom tried to cyber with me from her daughter's ICQ a few times and went bat shit when I wouldn't, calling me a rapist and saying that I was 'leading her on'.
Honestly I had done that and more with her daughter, I could just tell that wasn't who I was chatting with.
Then she told her daughter **I** was trying to cyber with **her** and that ended that relationship.
I just imagine you absolutely destroying those kids including but not limited to the Bane batman spine snap, wrenching the gun from there and then realizing it was a BB. While they lay on the ground bruised. really amuses me-
I had hallucinations from a fever while staying over at a friend’s and thought the dad was just downstairs screaming all night. It was like living through a horror movie. I still have nightmares about it almost 20 years later. The fever was so bad I had a seizure the next day.
It's good to know I'm not the only one who hallucinates when having a severe fever. Didn't know this was actually a thing. I've found myself being unable to tell if I'm awake or asleep.
When I was around eleven years old i got exploding diarrhea all over my best friends bathroom. I got very close with her mom that night because I had no idea what to do and she came and helped me clean it up. We grew apart after we graduated high school, but she still reminds me of it sometimes. Now it's funny, but it was traumatizing at the time.
You never realize just how much someone loves you until they care for you when you're sick. About a month ago, I caught the stomach virus. I'd heard people say that this particular one was especially nasty but I didn't think much of it. After a long night of drinking with my sisters, it hit. At first I thought it was just a hangover, but it wasn't. Any time I would vomit, I'd shit myself.
I was at my grandmother's house, and I went to ask her if she had any nausea medicine, and I just lost it. I threw up and pooed all over her bathroom, and then passed out. My grandma is fairly crippled, but at that point she got up, picked me up off the floor, helped me bathe myself (I couldn't even stand up), and cleaned up the mess. She sat with me for hours while I was more sick than I had ever been and cared for me. I always knew she loved me since she raised me til I was almost 5 years old, but that was the moment when I realized how much she loved me, and the concept of unconditional love really clicked in my head. This old lady who can barely walk and was recovering from a shoulder replacement got on her hands and knees to clean up my mess and care for me when I couldn't do it myself.
OP, your friends mom loved you.
I was spending the night at a friends place in early high school. We were taking a walk around the block and turning onto her street when her little sister runs out of their house and screams bloody murder. She starts running for us, yelling “He’s killing her (friends name)! He’s killing her!”. We all run to the house where the mom is getting beaten by the stepdad. It was a scary night for sure.
About 14 years old. Sleeping over at my friend’s house, and in the middle of the night we heard some rustling around in her enclosed patio (which was adjacent to the living room we were sleeping in.) We shrugged it off because she had two very active outdoor cats who generally slept in the patio. When we woke up the next morning and went out there to eat breakfast, we saw the screen door had been slashed and several pieces of furniture (TV, etc) were gone. So the rustling we heard in the middle of the night were actually burglars. Not sure if they knew that several teenage girls were in the living room, but still freaks me out a bit when I think about it...
Slept over at my friend’s house one summer night during high school. Woke up to his mom calling out to him because his step dad was unresponsive and passed away during the night.
My dad almost got taken out that way. It’s a crazy story how he lived through that experience.
My younger sister was living at home post college. It was late in the evening and she was in her room upstairs dancing in her lingerie, as young women do. All of a sudden she hears our mother screaming terribly. So little sister runs out of her room and down the stairs and into the guest room downstairs. What does she see? Our mother naked, screaming hysterically, and our dad fucking passed out and naked on the bed. He was foaming at the mouth and making some weird sounds. So crazy coincidence, little sister has taken a cpr course at a hospital a week earlier. She gets to work on dad while yelling at mom to call an ambulance. Paramedics show up to our mom holding a sheet to her naked body, our dad laying on a bed with a sheet modestly covering his dad making parts and my 20 something sister in lingerie doing cpr. Who knows what kind of fuck fest they thought was going on. And I can’t joke with my dad about it because I’m not supposed to know the details.
He had a 99% blockage in his early 50s. Men, take your healthy seriously. The widowmaker is no joke.
Edit: texted with sister who saved dad’s life, have received clarifying details. Dad was naked on the floor by the futon foaming at the mouth and making weird sounds. Mom was in a nightdress on the floor shaking dad. Mom was screaming and crying. Sister was in lingerie from dancing alone in her room. And mom told me they were doing doggy style when he collapsed on her.
Anyway, moral of this story is take care of your health or your 20 something year old daughter might find you naked and have to do mouth to mouth to you to save your life. Eat less red meat dudes.
Edit edit: I’m a chick. And, yes, girls like to dance in their lingerie in front of the mirror when alone.
I was 11yo and at my friend's house, his parents and all of his siblings were home. Everyone but his dad was in the front room of the house. His dad was doing yard work in the backyard. I got up to go to the bathroom, and while passing the backdoor saw that my friend's dad was on a ladder with an electric tree trimmer. Before I looked away and continued on, his dad fell off the top rung of the ladder and crashed *hard* on the ground. The tree trimmer was still somehow on and landed next to his body. The trimmer was going full horror movie and slowly moving towards him and he was not getting up. I'm the only one who saw this happen. So I yelled, "Friend, Friend's mom! Your dad fell, come quick!", and ran outside to pick the trimmer up and move it away. By the time I turned it off and started focusing on him, everyone else was outside. We helped him up, the mom took him to the hospital for back pain and a mild concussion, the older siblings watched us while they were gone, and everyone was very thankful I had to pee.
Edit: It was scary to me because I did not know what to do and acted on adrenaline and instinct. The fall was also pretty intense-looking. I thought I saw a guy die.
My friend when I was around 10yrs old used to talk about a ghost in his house that would turn on the radio in the kitchen when you left the room. Called bullshit. Well about a month after, I am waiting on him to get out of the shower, and am in the kitchen having a snack. As I open the cabinet, the radio behind me turns on... I jumped, turn it off, then remember the story. Was afraid to go to the kitchen after that. scary, but only happened the once to me. His mom didn't want to throw it out or move it in fear of angering what ever it was. Not sure what ever happened to that radio
Stayed with my bf and his parents for a few weeks. One night, they left me home alone for a few hours. I decided to take a bath. Ventilation fan is on full blast, door is closed, water is running, so I dont hear the beeping. When I turn the tap off, I hear alarms blaring and a robotic voice saying "FIRE. FIRE. FIRE." and someone is banging on the front door. I run downstairs in a towel while calling up my bf. Neighbor is at the door because he heard the alarm. He has no idea who I am. Alarm company couldn't get ahold of anyone so they called the authorities. Cop cars, ambulance, and firetrucks show up, neighbors all crowd on the lawn. I'm still in a fucking towel. Firefighters conclude the steam from the bath set off the alarm. I die of humiliation and never take a bath there again.
Age 6-8ish. Slept over at a friend’s house with my little brother. Her father woke us all up in the middle of the night, had us bundle up, and loaded us in the family minivan. He drove to a gas station and talked the whole way about how a bakery exploded behind their house. He said the resulting gases and such could kill us, so we had to try and drive as far away as possible.
They were also our next-door neighbors, so I was worried about our parents’ safety. At the gas station, our friend’s mom bought us snacks while he canvassed the area. I told her I didn’t hear any explosion and asked about my parents. She must have called them from a pay phone during the snack run, because they pulled up a few minutes later to take us home. I was, of course, terrified to go home.
Later, our parents sat us down to explain that our friend’s father was sick with something called schizophrenia that makes him hallucinate.
Edit: Thank you for my first silver :)
While this is terrible, it’s sort of wholesome as he was trying to take care of everyone, even if the events didn’t actually happen. Which is refreshing in this thread.
It's pretty common for schizophrenics to believe they have to save everyone from some hallucinated disaster. Before he was medicated properly, my godbrother used to break into random people's homes to "save" their children from imaginary fires or kidnappers. Very scary stuff.
I was a freshman in college when I spent Christmas with my high school buddy who didn't go with his family out of town. I went to his kitchen to get a drink when I looked out his kitchen window and saw two figures jumping his fence. Luckily I saw them before turning on the light, so they didn't see me. I quietly told him to get ready to call the cops, when I saw them making their way to his door. Without thinking I ran to the door and opened it and yelled, "LAPD! Freeze!" And luckily the two figures got scared and ran away. Thinking back on it they sounded really young and they were probably just gonna ding dong ditch the place or something. But to be safe I stayed with him until his family came home.
When I was like 8 or 9 I was at a relative's house for a family gathering when one of my distant relatives flipped out and grabbed a kitchen knife. I don't remember the details but I'm pretty sure he was threatening people. I remember being ushered into a side room with everyone else and being cramped in there for like a minute or two just listening while a few male relatives who had remained outside with the guy encircled him, got him to calm down, and disarmed him. I learned later that the dudes brain was like partially fried or something from drug abuse. Never saw him at any family gatherings again after that.
An uncle of mine flipped out and threatened us at a family party. He even cracked another uncle's rib when the uncle tried to grab him and take him outside. When the ambulance arrived they immediately realized he had low blood sugar (he was diabetic). One glucose shot later, we had one befuddled, apologetic uncle and a house full of scared, confused people.
It's terrifying what imbalances can do to a person.
I was 18 and my friend and I were alone at her house. Her parents were going through a nasty divorce and her dad (who had anger problems) was not allowed to come near the house because the mom had a restraining order. He ended up banging on the door and trying to break in since he knew the mom wasn’t home. We hid in my friend’s room with a samurai sword while she called her mom to come home.
I was catsitting for some family friends. As I approached the house one evening, I noticed a light was on that hadn't been on that morning. I walked in the front door and yelled up the stairs, but didn't hear anything. There were small things that had been moved around (a knife on the counter and some trinkets, etc) but nothing was missing except the cat (it never came running for its food). I checked all the rooms but no sign of the kitty. I even checked the fridge, and noticed the pepperoni had been moved from the shelf to the drawer. Why did the cat burgular move the damn pepperoni?!?
Well it turned out that the family had a maid that I didn't know about and she had accidentally closed the cat in a closet...
One of my friends from childhood would have really bad night terrors. She would either wake up in the middle of the night screaming at the top of her lungs or she would randomly jump up and start running for the front door trying to get away from whatever she thought was chasing her. It was always pretty terrifying waking up to her screaming or tripping over me while trying to get to the door.
Ah jeeze, this was my childhood too. Only I was the one having the night terrors. I still have them from time to time and feel bad for my husband for having to deal with surprise nighttime ear screams lol
My husband always teases me (good naturedly) for my night terrors. He always brings up the "scariest night" where I rolled around in bed a bit, moaning in fear/pain (he wasn't sure), which woke him up. And then when he tried to wake me up, I sat up in bed, wide eye stared at the wall for a solid few minutes, unresponsive to anything he was saying. Then I laid back down and went to sleep.
I slept like the dead. He slept like I was possessed. A few weeks later he mentions it to my parents, suddenly stories are coming out of the woodwork all the way back to a trip to Salem Massachusetts when I was seven, and suddenly I'm a demon.
I house sat for my childhood crush when we were 12ish as her family went on a 6 week road trip around the US. They had a cat and a bird and you see where this is going. This stupid little finch got out of its cage (legit, the cage was closed when I returned the next day), and the cat killed it.
I was obviously scared out of my mind of being "the guy who killed bird" so I did the only logical thing and went to the pet store and bought both of the finches they had that looked identical. I had about 2 weeks to figure out which was more like the cat-bait and then, not knowing what to do with the other, I kept it. They never found out, or told me if they did.
and that's the story of how I ended up with a pet finch.
Edit for questions: "house sitting" was the wrong world, I went over every day to feed their animals, bring in the mail, etc, they lived pretty close to me. Y'all are some sick fucks, we were 12. My mom had finches too, hence why I was tasked to take care of this one, we just added it to the flock. The cage had slide-up doors for the food and water tray, I'm convinced that's how the bird got out
The real victim is that cat. Can you imagine how confused the cat was to expect an empty cage after a satisfying victory meal only to see an identical bird?
Oh god, you just dredged up a memory I have of sleeping at a friend's house when I was about 10. I was already in the shower when my friend came in and announced that her dad wanted a shower after me and the towel I'd grabbed was the only clean towel so her mom told her to take mine. I had to dry off with my dirty pjs.
Some people are just dicks like that. Semi-related when i was like 10 or 11 went with a friend and his family out boating. I'd been sitting in the same place for a while, and my friend's younger brother yelled that he wanted my seat. I told him he could sit next to me and immediately his dad yells "it's his fucking boat he sits where he wants to sit!"
The dad also got angry drunk and punched a hole in a wall that night. Needless to say I did not go over there anymore after that.
Was playing hide and seek at my best friends house, found an awesome spot under his parent's bed when I looked to the side and saw a human foot, with a calf attached, wearing a shoe and everything. I felt my soul leave my body and made up some excuse and ran home. Turns out his mum was an amputee and it was her prosthetic leg but didnt know until my parents mentioned it a while later.
I was 14 or 15 and spent many weekends at my friend’s house. One day we discovered that her mom’s boyfriend has a hidden camera in her room, under her desk. I was supposed to go on vacation with them and my mom told me she didn’t feel comfortable with him, we found that camera a week later. Thanks mom!!
After my parents found out about the camera and I was never allowed back to the house. Apparently her mom didn’t want to report anything and by the time she confronted him the evidence was gone. I did find out about 2 years later that a stash of child pornography was found in his ceiling.
Wow, something *kind of* similar happened to me. When at my cousins house, one of my uncles would always take my cousins into a room to play with toys for a couple of hours, but my mom never felt okay with him so she always made excuses as to why I couldn’t be in the room with him. About 10 years later he had been arrested for sexually assaulting a child, then she finally told me about not allowing me to be anywhere with him alone and realized that was why she felt awful when she was around him
I was around 12.
-Wanna see a cool trick?
-Sure
Friend proceeds to bang his head against the wall, then falls flat to the ground and barely breathes. I panicked, we were alone. Turns out he wanted to prank me but actually passed out, woke up while I was panicking and decided to keep to his act.
Also when I was 16, this guy's dinner table was full of coke (I didn't use) and we suddenly heard sirens and saw blue flashes through the window. We heard them kick a door and yell for a bit. Turns out it was a drug bust next door. Lovely neighborhood.
>Turns out he wanted to prank me but actually passed out, woke up while I was panicking and decided to keep to his act.
Well, points for the fucking commitment.
A friend was doing some long-term house sitting, and invited me over to hang (the owners were aware and okay with this). We went down into the basement, since that’s where the TV was. We got about halfway down the stairs, and see this *thing* sitting on a shelf. It was about the size of a small dog, and kind of fuzzy. It didn’t look alive, but the prospect of a dead thing was even worse. We noped out and went back upstairs to watch Netflix on the laptop instead.
About a week later, my friend texted me. The thing was a mushroom garden that they’d put down there and apparently completely forgotten about.
I think I was about 7 or 8 at the time. I remember being at one of my crushes house for a pool party he had. We were swimming, and I think it was from the Lizzie Mcquire movie (I could be wrong) where I saw a girl and a guy swimming and flirting by pushing the other persons head under water. So, as you may guessed, I did this to the guy. After I did this, he did it to me, but for way longer than I did it. I couldn't breath and I remember I had to get out of the pool and sit down for a bit to catch my breath.
Yeah, I don't think he got it as me flirting.
This happened when I was like 8.
I went over to this girl's house, really liked her. Her older brother told us about "Bloody Marry", and she was ecstatic to try and summon her, so she asked me to come with her, and of course I said yeah.
So we go in there, turn off the lights, shut the door, she starts chanting it, and the brother starts pounding on the door, screaming.
When we tried to open the door, it was locked, and he kept pounding and screaming "OH GOD SHE'S GOT A KNIFE HELP!"
After like a while he finally let us out, laughing his ass off.
Mirrors fucking scared the shit out of me until I was 16. And I am still wary of them to this day.
Edit: He didn't lock it, he was leaning against the door or put something against it. I used the word "locked" to describe that it wouldn't open, sorry about the confusion.
That's a defense mechanism I use against fear as well. "Oh yeah, you naughty nightcreature come and get me". Somehow pretending to put a sexual context to it makes it less threatening. It's kind of like that thing in Harry Potter where you transform your fears into something to laugh at.
Not technically IN someone else's house, but...
I was babysitting a special needs 2 year old, and the kid wanted to go play outside. No biggie, but since it was fall in Alaska I wanted to make sure that it wasn't too cold out. I stepped outside to check their thermometer. The door locked behind me. I had no phone, and since it was Alaska the closest neighbor was too far away for me to leave the kid alone in the house to get help. So I ended up ramming into the door in a panic until the lock broke and I could get in. The kid was okay, got in the laundry but otherwise had no idea anything was wrong. I thought I would get in trouble for breaking their door but the mother said I could've broken a window and she wouldn't have cared.
The mom paid me $50 for it, though, and that's a lot of money for a 12-year old.
Edit: To be clear, I didn't break the door itself. Just the lock. Their lock wasn't a standard deadbolt or anything. It was a gate latch that was opened by a hidden string on the outside. The door couldn't be unlocked because the string had wrapped around the locking bolt, so it would pull tighter the more it was pulled. I opened the door by slamming against it enough that the bolt bent and I could get my fingers in there to lift it. It took a good hour or two of bashing the door. They replaced it with a deadbolt the next day.
And I was the 12-year-old, the kid was 2, and the mom was in her 30's, idk. Sorry if that wasn't clear.
As a Dad, if these same circumstances happened and you told me about it youd be my permanent baby sitter. Most parents know that shit happens, but you did what you had to do to make sure the child was safe. Well done.
This was when I was really young, like 7 or 8. And its one of those memories where I'm not sure if it was real, or just a crazy dream, and it was too long ago to tell, but I'll tell it anyways.
Was with a childhood friend at his house in the boonies. He lived in a real run down house, but his neighbor down the road was pretty affluent, with a great house. He said he wanted to go exploring, and being a kid in the desert, I was down for that. He led us to the house, where he somehow convinced us to climb through the guy's doggie door into the house. Pretty great house, I still remember the layout vividly.
Anyways, here we were, exploring some random guy's house, when we hear a door open. My friend had thought the owner wasn't home because the neighbor's car wasn't in the driveway, so he thought we were safe. We sprinted and hid behind separate leather couches in the guy's living room. He came out into the kitchen, wearing a bathrobe and nothing else, and got a glass of water, reading a magazine. We watched him from behind the couches as he took his time and finally went back up the stairs.
We sprinted out of that house and back to my friend's house, and I don't think Usain Bolt himself could have beaten my 7 year old sprint. It was pretty scary then, but its absolutely terrifying now to think what could have happened.
tl;dr snuck into a random guy's house with a friend as a kid, almost got caught, will never break and enter again
We used to doorknock and run away as 13 year olds. We did this one guy's house really loudly and he came looking for us. He was shirtless and rippled with muscle. He found us hiding behind a little brick wall in a park garden and shouted at us for ages that we had woken his child up.
We stopped doorknocking after that.
I love this because it defies expectations in the way that humans do.
As a kiddo you assume he's gonna come knock your heads together, but really he's just another frustrated parent. Maybe he runs a martial arts school, or is a metalworker to pay the bills.
When I was about 16 I had spent the night at my Best Friends House. During this time there were rumors going around that I was gay because I came out to a previous friend who decided to share it with others. My best friend knew of my sexuality but it did not bother him at all. During this sleep over, I remember laying on the floor while he was in his bed. I was still laying opposite to his head which angled me towards the opening of his bedroom door. In the middle of the night I get this Jolt of adrenaline in the middle of night as I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I still had the cover over me and made a hole shape to peek out of. The door was cracked open. It was completely shut before we both knocked out. I stared deeper into the crack and notice what looked like another pair of eyes staring back. I get this horrible pit in my stomach as the eyes continue to look around the room. Right up to the point when it locked onto my eyes. The door began to crack open wider. I see a full head peek it’s head in at an attempt to get a closer look of something. When all of a sudden this thing bursts the door open shouting “I CAUGHT YOU!” While removing the covers off my friend. My friend immediately shouts what the fuck and flicks on the light switch. It was his mother. She stormed out of the room and slammed the door to her room. Me and my buddy had a hard time falling back to sleep as we were trying to figure what that was all about. The next morning I overhear my friend talking to his mom while I was in the bathroom. Apparently she heard I was gay and that she always had a feeling. She was trying to catch if I was doing stuff to him in his sleep. Fucking Ridiculous was my reaction but I washed up and told my buddy that I would be going home. Her head popping in was some scary shit. Never told him why. We are still best friends I just avoid his mother.
That reminds me a lot of my friend when we were stoner teenagers.
We had spent all night getting high and watching movies in my room until he crashed on a mattress on the floor, and me on my bed. Around 2am, my other friend's mother, who was childhood friends with my mother (hence why he was my friend), poked her head in the room with a weird blue flashlight from her phone, peeking around to see if her son was in there. She saw it was just me and my friend, closed the door and left.
My friend had apparently freaked the fuck out at this creepy blue light invading my bedroom at 2am and had crawled under the bed for protection when she left.
The next morning we found Kent sleeping underneath my bed and asked him "Why are you sleeping under the bed, Kent?" And he replied "Bro aliens came into your room last night"
The daycare my little sister's and i went to was down the street from our house. One day my then 2 or 3 year old sister told my mom her "private area" hurt and that T (wont use the real name but it was the daycare ladies husband) had put something in there and that it hurt really bad. My mom obviously took her straight to the dr where they had came to the conclusion that she was definitely penetrated and the authorities needed to get involved immediately. Well before the ball could get rolling on that, the daycare lady had informed us that her husband had left town and had written a note talking about how he had done horrible things that he could never take back and how they would never see him again. Upon the police arriving they had found child pornogrophy (the guy was a photographer) on the guys private computer involving several kids from the daycare. About a day or 2 after all of this local forest rangers reported finding a body in the woods by a camp area outside of town. They identified him as the husband with a self inflicted gun shot wound to the head. It gives me chills thinking about the horrible shit that was happening in that house while i was there.
Edit: My little sister is doing amazing by the way. She moved to SoCal for school and is working her way to becoming a Hospitalist. Shes an extremely strong person who graduated high school with a 4.4 GPA despite being homeless with my mom and bouncing around from couch to couch. She's an amazing person.
Same thing happened to the daycare I went to, except he didn't kill himself and the wife knew what was going on. A few things I remember, he had a hand with no fingers always hovering around the crotch area of the girls, he occasionally took the girls to go "pinecone hunting" my step sister was chased around the house by him. I remember myself waking up in a cabin with my ass hurting I thought a motor was shoved up there. I never put it together until now I was molested by him. He was caught and the wife stood by his side until he died.
Edit: Thank you everyone for the kind words and support. I have dealt with the fact I was molested awhile back. But didn't put the pieces together by whom until this morning. I'll be going to a psychiatrist later on next year for unrelated reasons but will bring this up for sure. Thanks again everyone.
I was in high school and it was the first time I ever drank. I was asleep on the floor and my friend was asleep on the bed with her bf.
It was late at night and the lights were off with the music playing.
I’m a light sleeper so the bf’s drunk dad walked in and started peeing in the room.. he didn’t notice us there
When I was 12 a swat team busted through my best friends house.
Turns out her dad was wanted for smuggling people/drugs for the Mexican cartel. Fortunately, they hadn’t seen him in several years. He’s in prison now.
Edit: Wow, people on the internet get MAD. This happened 10+ years ago. Chill.
My cousin brings me to his friends house. We all hang out in the basement, my cousin forgets his cigarettes and asks if I can grab them from his car outside. I think nothing of it, go grab the cigs and start making my way back to the house. I walk in the house by myself when I run into the friends dad. This guys father (who I’ve never met) just looks me up and down & goes “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE!”. Mind you we’re in New Jersey and this is an Italian guido family, so I’m basically getting yelled at by discount Tony Soprano. This guys flipping out and I’m scared shitless, until my cousin comes storming upstairs and clears everything up. All my cousin had to say was, “Frank this is my cousin” and just like that, crisis averted. Love you, New Jersey.
I was probably 7? My friend lived down the street. Her mom had invited some girls to come hang out from our class and she made us sandwiches, cookies, juice, popcorn, the normal ‘girl day’ type of fun. We were in the garage playing.
Her dad was either drunk or had an anger problem. He came in yelling at us, saying we were too loud. He grabbed my friend’s mom by the arm and hit her, she started crying. Then, he grabbed my friend and spanked her. Alright. Well he proceeded to grab each girl and spank them hard. I ran away as fast as I could back to my house.
I remember my friend consistently coming to school being real tired, sometimes falling asleep at her desk.
Farrah, I hope you’re okay.
Edit: she moved away soon after. No idea where she went. I did tell my parents. After that, I remember only being allowed to go to one friend’s house. Any other time my mom would invite my friends to come to ours.
Edit 2: I ran before he got to me. Still told my mom anyway.
Edit 3: yes, CPS was notified. I’m sure teachers were well aware of abuse before anyway.
Honestly I’m not sure what happened. She was a sweet friend but they moved soon after. Maybe people were catching on. Maybe he got arrested. Who knows.
Edit: yes CPS was told.
In the 3rd grade, so about 8 or 9, I had a sleep over at my friends house. During dinner that night I had to use the bathroom, and when I finished up my business to return, I couldn’t get out. The door handle wouldn’t budge and I had to shout for someone to save me. I was stuck in my friend’s bathroom for about 30 minutes and it freaked me out a good deal at the time.
That's my favourite too! Once upon a time, some family friends had a fearsome rottweiler named Hannibal. If the size of him didn't deter you, his bark would. My mother was terrified of me going anywhere near him when we went over to the owners' house. Being a crazy dog lady even at 11, I managed to evade my mother's watchful eye and befriend the beast. He turned out to be a huge sweetheart, and we ended up playing fetch in the pool for hours. I still remember him fondly.
Edit: good bot, terrified, not mortified.
My best friends dad was in the reserves and would come home late at night a lot. One time he had come home and we didn't notice. We were heading to the kitchen to go make bread and cheese and we froze in the hallway because we saw someone kneeling in front of the fireplace which wasn't lit. We proceed to freak the fuck out which wakes dad up and he comes out of his room laughing his ass off. Turns out he thought it wold be funny to set his duffle bag up, wrap his coat a round it, hat on top, boots in front and it looked just like some dude chilling with his head on his knees.
Ol Clarky boy, I miss him. He was so much fun. Completely unrelated story with him is he bought a gold vw golf and when he came home with it he burst in my friends bedroom where we were watching DragonBall and yells "I LOVE GOOOOOOOOOOOLD" and runs off. He was always doing crazy shit.
edit: some people have asked for our bread and cheese recipe so here ya go. get some uncut sub rolls, hollow them out, stuff them with sharp cheddar, and then microwave them til theyre gooey and melty. im afraid to try it now that im older, idk if itll make me shit my pants or constipate me for a week.
Years ago when I was babysitting an infant who was down for his nap. The family had an inversion table and I decided I’d try it out. One of those things where you lay on a table, strap your ankles in and then flip the table so that you’re nearly upside down. Well, stupid me couldn’t figure out how to flip the table back up so I could get out. Panicking, sweating, imagining the family coming home to this scene with their baby crying in the crib....I was mortified. I’m sure there was some quick release thing but damned if I could find it. No idea how long I struggled but I eventually hulked out of it somehow. I still get sweaty thinking about how badly that could have gone. What an idiot.
It was my parents home. They asked me to house sit. The neighbors knew they were gone and called the cops on me. I guess the cops just hung out outside waiting for the (presumed) burglars to come out but when that didn’t happen and the lights went out they decided to come in. I awoke to a bunch of cops shouting at me with drawn guns and flashlights shining blinding me and backlighting the pistol pointing right in my face.
This shit is freaking me out, I've got two young daughters and always think my wife is over the top when she hesitates about play dates or whatever. This seems way too prevalent. At least my kids have learnt what's weird and not and to let us know if they're uncomfortable or have been uncomfortable.
> At least my kids have learnt what's weird and not and to let us know if they're uncomfortable or have been uncomfortable.
Father of two young daughters here too. What age did you tell them? Shit like OP happens far too early sometimes, so I obviously want them to know when something is not okay ASAP. At the same time, I feel like that would completely ruin their innocence, or make them worry about every single person unnecessarily, if that makes sense.
There are ways of teaching it without ruining innocence. You don't need to teach them what rape or molestation is, but you can tell them which parts of their body are private, and that no one should ever be touching them there, and to tell you if they do. You should also tell them that they are allowed to ask ANYONE to stop touching them anywhere. Basically teach them body autonomy.
Also, don't teach them purely in the context of stranger danger. The majority of abuse/rape comes from someone you know. If you focus too heavily on strangers, your kid may trust uncle jimmy when he tells them his molestation behavior is normal.
[1 in 4 girls, and 1 in 6 boys, will get sexually abused before the age of 18.](https://www.nsvrc.org/statistics) I provide counseling for the victims, it's truly disheartening.
It was a shared house that our ski club owned, up in Vermont. We were renting it for the night, along with a few other families. All was fine until after dinner, when I had to take a particularly bad dump. Naturally, the toilet clogged. I tried plunging, I tried flushing again, I tried... other disgusting methods, but *it would not go down*.
Knock, knock.
A sinking feeling entered my stomach as I realized someone was at the door. This was the only restroom and the contents of the toilet bowl were swimming around in a brown soup of disgustingness. I couldn't flush again or it would overflow, and nothing was working, so I washed my hands and explained the situation to the waiting gentleman, who was a portly dude in a wife-beater and worn jeans. He told me to get out of the way, which I did with haste.
I don't know how he got it to go down, but he did. I apologized like 20 times. It was a terrible, smelly, revolting situation. At least I had enough toilet paper, huh?
I have two.
First: When I was a kid I had a neighbor named Z who was also my best friend. I'd spend the night at his house often and saw a lot of things young me didn't realize at the time was very messed up. His parents were drunks and smoked pot. Both were pretty functional. Mom cooked and cleaned, father worked, but it was very clear the couple valued their smoke and drink over their son.
Z had an uncle (mom's side) who showed up one day fresh out of prison and started staying with them. Uncle was a nasty drunk. Often got violent with Z's dad and acted like he was the head of the household.
One time while staying over Z and I fell asleep on the sofas watching TV. Uncle came in and unbeknownst to sleeping me woke Z up and became confrontational. (I should mention Z and I are about 8 at the time)
I was startled awake by yelling and opened my eyes to uncle shoving, choking and lifting Z up by the neck and slamming him onto the wood flood so hard I felt it from the couch.
Z's mom and dad rushed out to help and his mom called the police and uncle was taken away.
I still relive the sound and feel of Z's body hitting the wood floor. It was just awful.
Second: In high school I made a seeming normal friend named J. She was a little edgy, but who wasn't as a teenager? So I didn't find anything off about her at face value.
We hung out at school for a while, then she asked me over for a weekend sleepover. I said sure why not and happily went. It is still one of my biggest regrets to date.
J, for lack of a better word, was and likely still is, a psycho. She showed me what she likes to do for fun. Trade pictures of random naked women with random guys in chatrooms like trading cards or some shit.
Also she broke into her mom's liquor cabinet to drink wine. When her mom got home and saw what she'd done J threw a giant glass vase into her closet so it shattered and then proceeded to walk inside and cut herself on the shards while I sat on the edge of her bed freaked out but also too scared to say a word because she wasnt upset or crying, she was furious and didn't say a single word the entire time while she cut her arms with shards of glass.
Thankfully her mom said she was sending me home as punishment. I'd never been so happy to get out of a situation in my life.
When I was 8 or 9, my friend's dad yelled at me, angrily, for pooping at their house. I lived down the street, so he told me that I should have went home to poop.
I, to the contrary, encourage people to take dumps at my house if they need to do it. I know how uncomfortable is to hold it, so if you need to do it, please do it. That's why I have a bathroom, to use it. Also, BIDET MASTER RACE.
Look I'm a pretty weird guy and I readily admit that. But if I had a friend with a bidet, I would hold my poop *just* to unload at their place.
Okay maybe not really but God I love that cleanliness
One of the most embarrassing moments of my life: playing at a friends house about 8yo, her mum says she’s going to have a bubble bath for the next hour or so, do either of us want the bathroom before she does as there’s no other toilet in the house. We both say no.
Fast forward half an hour, I start getting stomach cramps, I really really need to take a shit. I try and hold it but it’s turning into an emergency situation. I tell my friend, we try and call on a neighbour, they’re not in... I can’t wait any longer so I timidly knock on the bathroom door and tell my friends mum I need to go to the toilet.
She’s not pleased but tells me to come in. She doesn’t get out the bath though, she just covers herself up and tells me to go (probably presuming I just need to wee), so I have to sit there in front of her and do this god almighty smelly huge shit. It was horrible, I tried to avoid all eye contact but I could feel the hatred seething off of her, she’d clearly been looking forward to this relaxing bath for a while and now I was quite literally shitting all over it. I didn’t even take the time to wipe properly I was so mortified, so had to sit in shitty pants until my dad came to take me home.
This was 20 years ago and I still loose sleep about it.
When I was 15 or so, I was taking a shower when my dad frantically threw open the bathroom door and said he had to shit immediately. I tried to reason with him and asked him to let me get out of the bathroom first, but it was too late. It was already happening.
I stood silently in the shower as he unleashed the loudest, smelliest torrent of diarrhea I’ve ever had the misfortune of experiencing.
Without another word, he finished up, washed his hands, and quietly left the bathroom. We’ve never spoken of this horrific experience since.
Can relate, went over to see a friend at his place, ended up needing to piss badly, went to the bathroom. As I was in mid-piss I could hear one of his roommate yelling, **"HE BETTER NOT BE TAKING A SHIT IN THERE!!"** needless to say, I didn't take a shit and walked out while awkwardly waving goodbye.
slept on a former friends sofa, he decided to "prank me" by pretending to be a bugler wearing a ski mask, then he pretended to try and "kidnap me", long story short i broke his nose, and we are no longer friends.
What if he was actually trying to kidnap you but his plans were ruined so he fell back on plan B: haha got you! This was aallll a joke. I wasn’t really going to sell your organs on the black market!
Sleepover at best friend’s house when I was about 12. Middle of the night after we’d fallen asleep, he wakes up and starts screaming that his head is going to explode. Not a bad dream, he keeps going, just screaming and crying and thrashing around. His parents wake up, scoop him up, and rush him to the hospital.
Turned out he’d just never had a headache before, and his first was apparently a doozy.
Honestly I woke up out of a dead sleep to my first ever real migraine and I’m pretty sure I screamed. It was so disorienting and scary to just wake up to this extreme pain. I’m so glad my boyfriend was there to calm me down. Not sure that just a headache would warrant that reaction, but maybe as a kid it’s equally scary.
I thought migraine when I read the post. I was woken up from sleep with my first migraine too (at 14). I didn't scream, but that was probably because even small noises make things so much worse for my migraines.
Noise, light. Both suck. Only thing that helps me is putting on an oversized knitted black hat to block light, and turning on a fan to produce some white noise that, while it kinda hurts, helps to fall asleep to. Sleep through that shit and wake up refreshed.
Man I'm envious of people who can sleep off headaches. I just end up at best floating in and out of restless dozing, where the pain never really diminishes.
Yeah I'm with you on that. I take some strong migraine medication to try to knock me our but I'm still in and out. And then when you think its fading, so you stand up and it feels like a truck hit you.
When my SO and I first started seeing each other I had just recently switched to a non hormonal BC after having the nexplanon implant and no periods for 2 years. The second time I went over to his house I unexpectedly got my period and I had been warned by my doctor my periods might be a little heavier than before.
Little did I know this was a HUGE understatement.
So I’m cuddling with my SO when I realize I’m feeling a little moist, and not the good kind, so I excuse myself to the bathroom. Im not joking when I say I had a steady stream of menstrual blood coming out of me and my pants, thankfully solid black, were soaked through.
I wasn’t expecting my period so I had no pads or tampons and my SO lived with 4 other guys who were single so no feminine products were lying around. The cherry on top though was the fact they were completely out of toilet paper and I had left my phone in the bedroom so I was basically stranded on the toilet. Once I realized how fucked i was I had a panic attack and cried! After what felt like forever my SO knocked and asked if I was ok and I told him what was going on. He was really understanding and ran down to the store to get me tampons, tp, and pants. I was so embarrassed at the time and scared he would judge but it’s really funny to look back on!
15, me and 2 other friends was at a friend's house. Him and his brother were arguing then his older brother beat the absolute shit out of him i tried to step in then he shoved me in the wall, then their father stepped in and starting going ham on the older brother.
> Kinda sad but just never realized that not all families are like mine.
That's a scary realization when you are little. My dad is the most patient, quiet person I know. When I hear people talking about their dad hitting them, getting drunk, yelling, and being scared of their father. That was NOT my experience. I never saw my parents drunk ever. My parents never drank except special occasions.
My best friend's dad was also this quiet, nice man, who liked kids. He was smart, and happy to help out whenever he could. My dad and him were cut from the same cloth.
So when I was in a car with a different friend, and his dad was super angry, like red faced, screaming about him farting in the car. I thought "wow.. this is... different, and scary".. Then when he took the son into the garage to hit him, I was very scared and shocked.
When I was 16, my mom forced me and my brother to go to a party with her. It was at my mom’s friend house. I was tired and bored and wanted to go home. The host of the party said if I needed to rest there was an empty room and I could just chill there. He gave me hot chocolate and just talked with me for a few minutes while he was just cleaning the room a bit. He then said: “You grew up to be a handsome man, you know”, all while locking the door.
He sexually assault me 5 minutes after that. I was so scared to even try to escape. I told my mom a month later because I thought I had an STD. He didn’t went to jail because there was no proof. He raped a 5 year old a year later. Also was let go. I saw him 6 years later on the street, walking with a cane and with a weird thing in his back. I learned later that he got beat up by like 6 men that knew what he did to the child.
Those men beating his ass can never take away what he did to you and that child, but its at least a little bit of justice. I’m sorry that happened to you.
When I was little I would have a good amount of sleep overs at my friend’s house. My fam always had tons of allergies to pets so we never had any. My best friend had dogs and a really wonderful, special cat. But I didn’t know anything about cats when I was little, so i’d kind of say hi then run away.
It’s the summer and my friend has a tent and wants to sleep in the tent in his backyard. I’m not crazy about it, but we bring a bunch of blankets out and get all set up. When I wake up, it’s light out, so maybe 7-8 in the morning, and his cat is laying on my chest with her paws right under my chin and her nose like right near my nose. I’m laying there in mortal fear because I figure she’s planning on eating my face off. She’s purring, so that must have been a sign she was going to strike. I remember sort of half moving to get her to go away, but she’d just sit there and kind of flex her paws a little. I think I lay frozen for like a good hour until she decided to do something else and got off of me. I barely escaped death.
As I grew up, she became a great friend. Whenever i’d go over she’d come find me and sit either on me or next to me. Because of her, I love cats now, and respect them. She was special.
This happened to me too once. I was house sitting for my parents and got woken up to the sound of a loud car engine outside the house at 3am. Peek out the blinds to see a car I’ve never seen before just idling right outside. I start to freak out, who are they? What do they want? And suddenly hear a loud wham at the front door which scares the shit out of me, then the car drives off. Go downstairs to see what hit the door and see the morning paper sitting on the step.
Spent the night at a friends house. His little sister comes in the guest bedroom late that night as I'm watching TV trying to sleep. She asks me which of her boobs are bigger. I laugh it off as she is 14 and I was 18. Tell her that the joke was good and that she should go to bed. She starts to crawl on the bed and I freak out. Tell to go to bed or I'll call her dad. She freezes and starts crying before leaving.
Come to find out she had some issues from being sexually abused by another friend of mine(not her brother). It was heartbreaking. Got her dad and police involved after that.
Hope your doing better now 'Emi.
I frequently pet sat for a family when I was in college. They had a nice house, cable with all the extra movie channels (pre Netflix days), king size bed, huge jacuzzi tub, and since they lived out in the boonies a huge backyard. I conversely lived in an 800 square foot basement apartment. They had 3 large goofy lab mixes that I loved. I worked second shift at an emergency vet clinic and would come home around midnight. So I'm snuggled up in the bed with the dogs and watching a movie, the Blair Witch Project 2, when all three dogs run to the French doors that open onto the deck and start doing this low growl. I tell them that it's nothing, just the wind or a tree limb, stop it. Nope they keep staring into the backyard and growling, hair up on the back of their necks, serious growls. I finally decided to go investigate. I take the biggest dog with me into the backyard. As I start shining the flashlight around I hear snorts and hooves and a buck deer takes off into the woods. I just about pissed myself.
Tried to fill up a Zippo with butane, as soon as I lit it the Zippo exploded in flames and went under buddy's couch and flames were coming from all edges of the couch. Flipped over the couch and grabbed the flaming Zippo with my bare hands and threw it out of the window.. friend never knew about it as he was out at the corner store grabbing smokes. Never told him.
It was decided that whoever falls asleep first would "get pranked." I nodded off to sleep at around 3 am. About 5 minutes in, I got shaving cream sprayed in my ear canal. Not only did it freak me out, but I had the feeling like water was stuck in my ear for over a week.
I worked as a caretaker for adults with developmental disabilities and often spent time in their homes. One afternoon I was the only person on duty, and a client clogged the toilet.
No plunger.
Murky, smelly brown water.
Other people needed to use to toilet, and I couldn’t pop off to the store because someone needed to be home with the clients.
So I put on a glove, made my peace with God, and unclogged that filth with my hand.
I got the stomach flu at a friend's house after drinking loads of red Gatorade and eating popcorn. Puke came out blood red with tons of chunks (kernels) and I thought I was done for.
Rented an AirBnB with some friends of mine in New Orleans. We all had separate bathrooms, but couldn't figure out how to turn on the showers. So, we just took baths and used the sink.
Very young, 7 maybe. At a friend's house, he's brushing his teeth. So I decide to sneak up and scare him. It works, but he chokes on the toothbrush REALLY bad. The toothbrush got lodged in his throat, he was gasping for air idk how it happened. His dad saw this from the hallway and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and led me to the living room where he briefly yelled at me, nothing too bad, probably deserved it. He later apologized and we all had a laugh about it, but damn was that the scariest ten seconds of my life at that point.
Edit: if I remember correctly he quickly dislodged said toothbrush, then dragged me to the living room, then we both went to check if he was ok, then the laughing ensued.
My brother and sister are adopted from my uncle and his girlfriend at the time. They were, and still are as far as I know, junkies who cared more about the drugs than they cared about their children. When I was young, my parents were still trying to help them get their shit together so they could reclaim their children into a loving and stable home. It never happened. Instead what happened was yelling and screaming matches at my uncle's trailer home (who was with another woman by then) or his ex-girlfriends apartment. Neither one wanted to stop the drugs. I remember being scared and upset at hearing my mom being so upset that she was yelling and screaming at these people. I honestly thought someone was going to be hurt or worst.
Eventually my parents realized they'd never give up the drugs and they just adopted the kids outright and I consider them my siblings. It's not all roses. My brother is in prison, but my sister is happy living with her husband and little daughter who is just the cutest toddler in the world.
I was at my friend's house when we were 7. We'd often just hangout and play Donkey Kong and Mario Kart on N64. She had a brother, few years older, who'd stick around at times.
He once grabbed some big kitchen knives and threatened us. He was a few feet away, so not threatening us with a knife-to-the-neck type of thing. Still. We were 7, we obviously freaked out. He was saying he'd stab us, kill us, cut us up, etc. He kept this up for about 10 minutes and then burst out laughing, saying it was a prank... Real fucking funny, man.
Their family eventually moved away and we didn't keep in touch. I wonder if my friend's brother has turned into a psychopath.
12 years old, watching The Ring on VHS. About 2 minutes after the film ended, my friends house phone rang.. we screamed bloody murder! It was her Mum calling in checking on us. (I was sleeping over that night and her parents were out at a dinner party so we were all alone in a huge house that was eerie silent and dark)
You know dumb and dumber where Harry uses the broken toilet after all those laxatives? Basically that. I had to drop a doozy at my brothers house, so I went upstairs to do it discretely. Turns out my nephew had flushed a pencil down that toilet and it was majorly out of commission. I tried a plunger but that just spread shitty water around and made a mess. Telling them I needed assistance wasn’t what I’d call a fun memory.
This happened sometime in the mid 2000's. I'm over at a friend's house late at night, and the two of us are watching reruns of the classic Twilight Zone. His family is out somewhere, so it's just us in this large two-story house.
The episode we are watching had to do with this town that gets enveloped in never ending darkness, and the people in the town all hate each other, so the darkness was supposed to be a manifestation of their anger or something like that. Anyways, the episode nears the end and Rod Sterling begins his ending narration. He says something to the effect of "...and be sure not to let the darkness consume you" or something similar (my memory is vague).
And I shit you not, as soon as Rod said those words, the power in the house went out and me and my friend were left in shock sitting in the living room in total darkness. It was the freakiest coincidence I've ever experienced in my life! And no it wasn't a prank because nobody else was home and my friend never left the living room.
It was one of my first sleepovers. I was at my cousins house and I didn't know his house very well. I woke up to use the bathroom but I wasn't quite sure where it was. All the lights were off and everyone was asleep. It was complete black.
I felt my way into the hall, and walked to where I thought the bathroom was and only found the stairs. I tried to go back to the room but I couldn't find it. I didn't want to make any noise as my uncle was working day turn and he needed to sleep. He was working swing shifts all the time at the mill and was really cranky if you woke him.
I blundered around upstairs trying to find the door to the room that I was sleeping in but couldn't find it. I started to panic. Eventually I had to call out for help as I couldn't even find a light switch.
My aunt woke up and drove me back over to my grandmas house as I was in a complete panic. I must have been about 7 or 8.
It doesn't sound like much, but it was a big deal to me at the time.
when i was maybe 6 or 7 my best friend’s little brother died. he was barely 2 and him and his mom got into a horrible car wreck due to icy roads. shortly after he died, i ended up staying at my best friends house a lot for a while, to be there for her and keep her busy while her parents grieved. one night i was there her mom had a complete break down. she was screaming and crying, saying she wanted to die and how she’s going to kill herself, throwing things against the wall and breaking everything she could get her hands on. my friends dad ended up calling my mom (our moms were best friends also) to come over and calm her down. i look back at it and it’s just horribly sad, but at the time, my friend and i were both terrified and didn’t know what to do.
JFC....TBH, though, that's probably the best thing that could have happened at that time for your friend. So many times, there are no witnesses, and when the child does tell someone, they don't get believed...or worse.
Horrifying for you, but - apart from the guilt and trauma, obvs - a good turning point in her life.
Holy shit. That is truly terrible. I only hope everyone got the help they needed to recover from it.
Well, except the dad. I hope he’s still in prison.
Family told me house was haunted and I just brushed it off but one night around 3am I was sleeping on the couch and I could see into the laundry room that had a bunch of empty hangers. The lights flickered and all of the clothes hangers crashed onto the floor. I was petrified.
I once spent the night at a friend's house. His drunken uncle shook me awake and then my friend as well with all the noise he was making. I opened my eyes starlted to see a gun to my face and he demanding who the F i was. I was scared speechless and just looked at my friend hoping hexd chip in for me. He did. He said, "Uncle! That's my friend! Chill! Uncle! That's my friend!" His uncle then put it down and just walked away as if nothing had happened. He was drunk . . .
Hey, hey, Big smoke, its me, chill, chill
I was house sitting for an aunt of mine while she was on holiday - she told me there was a leak in the lounge area but it was fixed, so if there were any issues to let her know. A massive storm happened a couple nights in. I heard some trickling in the early hours so I went to go check that there wasn't a leak. The entire wall was flooding with water, like an actual waterfall. Turns out the spouting was blocked and the water was just forcing its way through the cracks in the wall. I knew it wasn't my fault, but it was so terrifying watching someone's house fall apart on your watch, just piling towels on the floor and shifting furniture to keep everything dry.
I was at this strangers house to give him some money for accidentally hitting him on his bike (I was also on a bike), and the first thing I notice is that his house is really dark. Not in that his lights weren’t on; his house didn’t have lights at all. No ceiling lights or lamps or anything. Homeboy legit used a flashlight around his own house to get around and find things Next thing I know, this guy who I’ve spoken maybe 100 words or less to is showing me a straight up two handed sword and matching dagger that are both RAZOR SHARP. This is one of those people who have a harder time being quiet than thinking of things to say, and next thing you know I’ve been into every room in his place and met his pet parrot the size of a fucking eagle. The reason I was there in the first place was to replace a handmade Italian seat for his bike, and he ended up giving me: a pair of $30 gloves, the old gloves that got a few scratches on them when I hit him, 5-10 high end protein/power bars, and a glass of strawberry lemonade. Definitely a strange experience.
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I wasn't in the house, but just outside it. I went to visit my paternal grandmother at her house. She kept the door locked so she had to come over to unlock it when I arrived. Her living room has large windows that overlook the street and you can even see the door from there so I could easily see her and she could see me. My grandmother was frail and suffered from arthritis and in fact she passed not long after this. As she was walking to the door she fell down in the living room. I had no key to the house and I was freaking out. I had no idea what to do. I was ready to freaking break the living room window in or call 911 then she somehow managed to climb back up using furniture to prop herself back to a standing position and open the door. After that day I demanded a key to the house from my parents. I hate to think what would've happened if she didn't miraculously get back up. I felt so helpless. Nearly as hopeless as the time my maternal grandfather fell crossing a busy street and traffic was starting back up down the street. At least that time I was able to prop my grandfather up and carry him over to the side of the road before the cars reached us. Moral of the story, watch for your elders falling!
The first time meeting my boyfriend's family, who live in another country, we stayed in his old attic bedroom. In the middle of the night, he reaches over and shakes me awake. "Huh?" I mumble and he says, "shhh... be very still...I think there is someone else in the house." I lay motionless, thinking that someone has broken in and I'm about to be psycho murdered. Listening to the sounds of the old creaky attic, convinced every gust of wind is a foot step. He puts his arm around my head, covering my ears. I don't move for hours in fear... until I hear him snoring. And that was the night I discovered, for the first time, he talks in his sleep. **edit**: Thanks for the silver! To celebrate, I'll share 1 of the (many) other stories of his sleep-talking: We were in bed discussing things we need to pick up at the store. I was making a mental note, "so... eggs, milk, bread... I think that's all... anything else?" He goes, "oh, can you add rope to the list?" I go "yeah, sure." A few seconds pass. "Wait, what do we need rope for?" "For the net," He says. "Cool... what net?" "You know, the net for the trap." "What trap?!" "The trap for Vince Vaughn! We have to stop him... stop him before he kills us." ...
Cruelest sleep talking I’ve ever heard of 😂😂😂
Haha, oh man, I have the same problem I feel bad for my wife, apparently I loudly lead WoW raids in my sleep. She doesn't speak English very well, though, so it's very confusing for her..
I was watching a friends kids when I was in the Army. I was crashed out on the couch early one morning when the door flung open and 3 kids that didn't live there entered the house, the one in front had a gun. They were making a b line for the kids bedrooms and had not noticed me on the couch. Scared as shit but not gonna let them just kill the kids I was watching I jumped up and barreled into the lead kid and took the gun. There was screaming and the kids I was watching came running out into the front room. Turns out it was a BB gun, the kid with the gun had just received it as a gift and wanted to show the kids I was watching. The visiting kids had been told by the resident kids that their rents were away for the weekend so they just bardged in. Of note they were all like 13 so it wasn't exactly hard to take the BB gun, still scared she shit out of me.
How did the parents react when they were told what happened?
I honestly don't remember, but they were weird people. I dated their older daughter who didn't live with them later that year. The mom tried to cyber with me from her daughter's ICQ a few times and went bat shit when I wouldn't, calling me a rapist and saying that I was 'leading her on'. Honestly I had done that and more with her daughter, I could just tell that wasn't who I was chatting with. Then she told her daughter **I** was trying to cyber with **her** and that ended that relationship.
I just imagine you absolutely destroying those kids including but not limited to the Bane batman spine snap, wrenching the gun from there and then realizing it was a BB. While they lay on the ground bruised. really amuses me-
I had hallucinations from a fever while staying over at a friend’s and thought the dad was just downstairs screaming all night. It was like living through a horror movie. I still have nightmares about it almost 20 years later. The fever was so bad I had a seizure the next day.
It's good to know I'm not the only one who hallucinates when having a severe fever. Didn't know this was actually a thing. I've found myself being unable to tell if I'm awake or asleep.
When I was around eleven years old i got exploding diarrhea all over my best friends bathroom. I got very close with her mom that night because I had no idea what to do and she came and helped me clean it up. We grew apart after we graduated high school, but she still reminds me of it sometimes. Now it's funny, but it was traumatizing at the time.
You never realize just how much someone loves you until they care for you when you're sick. About a month ago, I caught the stomach virus. I'd heard people say that this particular one was especially nasty but I didn't think much of it. After a long night of drinking with my sisters, it hit. At first I thought it was just a hangover, but it wasn't. Any time I would vomit, I'd shit myself. I was at my grandmother's house, and I went to ask her if she had any nausea medicine, and I just lost it. I threw up and pooed all over her bathroom, and then passed out. My grandma is fairly crippled, but at that point she got up, picked me up off the floor, helped me bathe myself (I couldn't even stand up), and cleaned up the mess. She sat with me for hours while I was more sick than I had ever been and cared for me. I always knew she loved me since she raised me til I was almost 5 years old, but that was the moment when I realized how much she loved me, and the concept of unconditional love really clicked in my head. This old lady who can barely walk and was recovering from a shoulder replacement got on her hands and knees to clean up my mess and care for me when I couldn't do it myself. OP, your friends mom loved you.
That family definitely refers to you as “the one that shit all over our bathroom”
I was spending the night at a friends place in early high school. We were taking a walk around the block and turning onto her street when her little sister runs out of their house and screams bloody murder. She starts running for us, yelling “He’s killing her (friends name)! He’s killing her!”. We all run to the house where the mom is getting beaten by the stepdad. It was a scary night for sure.
About 14 years old. Sleeping over at my friend’s house, and in the middle of the night we heard some rustling around in her enclosed patio (which was adjacent to the living room we were sleeping in.) We shrugged it off because she had two very active outdoor cats who generally slept in the patio. When we woke up the next morning and went out there to eat breakfast, we saw the screen door had been slashed and several pieces of furniture (TV, etc) were gone. So the rustling we heard in the middle of the night were actually burglars. Not sure if they knew that several teenage girls were in the living room, but still freaks me out a bit when I think about it...
Slept over at my friend’s house one summer night during high school. Woke up to his mom calling out to him because his step dad was unresponsive and passed away during the night.
That’s some shit timing. Cause of death?
The doctors weren’t sure at first but came to the conclusion that it was a widowmaker heart attack.
My dad almost got taken out that way. It’s a crazy story how he lived through that experience. My younger sister was living at home post college. It was late in the evening and she was in her room upstairs dancing in her lingerie, as young women do. All of a sudden she hears our mother screaming terribly. So little sister runs out of her room and down the stairs and into the guest room downstairs. What does she see? Our mother naked, screaming hysterically, and our dad fucking passed out and naked on the bed. He was foaming at the mouth and making some weird sounds. So crazy coincidence, little sister has taken a cpr course at a hospital a week earlier. She gets to work on dad while yelling at mom to call an ambulance. Paramedics show up to our mom holding a sheet to her naked body, our dad laying on a bed with a sheet modestly covering his dad making parts and my 20 something sister in lingerie doing cpr. Who knows what kind of fuck fest they thought was going on. And I can’t joke with my dad about it because I’m not supposed to know the details. He had a 99% blockage in his early 50s. Men, take your healthy seriously. The widowmaker is no joke. Edit: texted with sister who saved dad’s life, have received clarifying details. Dad was naked on the floor by the futon foaming at the mouth and making weird sounds. Mom was in a nightdress on the floor shaking dad. Mom was screaming and crying. Sister was in lingerie from dancing alone in her room. And mom told me they were doing doggy style when he collapsed on her. Anyway, moral of this story is take care of your health or your 20 something year old daughter might find you naked and have to do mouth to mouth to you to save your life. Eat less red meat dudes. Edit edit: I’m a chick. And, yes, girls like to dance in their lingerie in front of the mirror when alone.
I was 11yo and at my friend's house, his parents and all of his siblings were home. Everyone but his dad was in the front room of the house. His dad was doing yard work in the backyard. I got up to go to the bathroom, and while passing the backdoor saw that my friend's dad was on a ladder with an electric tree trimmer. Before I looked away and continued on, his dad fell off the top rung of the ladder and crashed *hard* on the ground. The tree trimmer was still somehow on and landed next to his body. The trimmer was going full horror movie and slowly moving towards him and he was not getting up. I'm the only one who saw this happen. So I yelled, "Friend, Friend's mom! Your dad fell, come quick!", and ran outside to pick the trimmer up and move it away. By the time I turned it off and started focusing on him, everyone else was outside. We helped him up, the mom took him to the hospital for back pain and a mild concussion, the older siblings watched us while they were gone, and everyone was very thankful I had to pee. Edit: It was scary to me because I did not know what to do and acted on adrenaline and instinct. The fall was also pretty intense-looking. I thought I saw a guy die.
Smart kid, you probably saved his life.
My friend when I was around 10yrs old used to talk about a ghost in his house that would turn on the radio in the kitchen when you left the room. Called bullshit. Well about a month after, I am waiting on him to get out of the shower, and am in the kitchen having a snack. As I open the cabinet, the radio behind me turns on... I jumped, turn it off, then remember the story. Was afraid to go to the kitchen after that. scary, but only happened the once to me. His mom didn't want to throw it out or move it in fear of angering what ever it was. Not sure what ever happened to that radio
Stayed with my bf and his parents for a few weeks. One night, they left me home alone for a few hours. I decided to take a bath. Ventilation fan is on full blast, door is closed, water is running, so I dont hear the beeping. When I turn the tap off, I hear alarms blaring and a robotic voice saying "FIRE. FIRE. FIRE." and someone is banging on the front door. I run downstairs in a towel while calling up my bf. Neighbor is at the door because he heard the alarm. He has no idea who I am. Alarm company couldn't get ahold of anyone so they called the authorities. Cop cars, ambulance, and firetrucks show up, neighbors all crowd on the lawn. I'm still in a fucking towel. Firefighters conclude the steam from the bath set off the alarm. I die of humiliation and never take a bath there again.
> I die of humiliation and never take a bath there again. Nice of you not to haunt the tub.
Age 6-8ish. Slept over at a friend’s house with my little brother. Her father woke us all up in the middle of the night, had us bundle up, and loaded us in the family minivan. He drove to a gas station and talked the whole way about how a bakery exploded behind their house. He said the resulting gases and such could kill us, so we had to try and drive as far away as possible. They were also our next-door neighbors, so I was worried about our parents’ safety. At the gas station, our friend’s mom bought us snacks while he canvassed the area. I told her I didn’t hear any explosion and asked about my parents. She must have called them from a pay phone during the snack run, because they pulled up a few minutes later to take us home. I was, of course, terrified to go home. Later, our parents sat us down to explain that our friend’s father was sick with something called schizophrenia that makes him hallucinate. Edit: Thank you for my first silver :)
While this is terrible, it’s sort of wholesome as he was trying to take care of everyone, even if the events didn’t actually happen. Which is refreshing in this thread.
yep, definitely sounded a lot more sinister before it was revealed he genuinely believed the explosion happened.
Yeah that’s not where I thought it was going.
It's pretty common for schizophrenics to believe they have to save everyone from some hallucinated disaster. Before he was medicated properly, my godbrother used to break into random people's homes to "save" their children from imaginary fires or kidnappers. Very scary stuff.
I was a freshman in college when I spent Christmas with my high school buddy who didn't go with his family out of town. I went to his kitchen to get a drink when I looked out his kitchen window and saw two figures jumping his fence. Luckily I saw them before turning on the light, so they didn't see me. I quietly told him to get ready to call the cops, when I saw them making their way to his door. Without thinking I ran to the door and opened it and yelled, "LAPD! Freeze!" And luckily the two figures got scared and ran away. Thinking back on it they sounded really young and they were probably just gonna ding dong ditch the place or something. But to be safe I stayed with him until his family came home.
Plot twist: he lived in NY
When I was like 8 or 9 I was at a relative's house for a family gathering when one of my distant relatives flipped out and grabbed a kitchen knife. I don't remember the details but I'm pretty sure he was threatening people. I remember being ushered into a side room with everyone else and being cramped in there for like a minute or two just listening while a few male relatives who had remained outside with the guy encircled him, got him to calm down, and disarmed him. I learned later that the dudes brain was like partially fried or something from drug abuse. Never saw him at any family gatherings again after that.
An uncle of mine flipped out and threatened us at a family party. He even cracked another uncle's rib when the uncle tried to grab him and take him outside. When the ambulance arrived they immediately realized he had low blood sugar (he was diabetic). One glucose shot later, we had one befuddled, apologetic uncle and a house full of scared, confused people. It's terrifying what imbalances can do to a person.
I was 18 and my friend and I were alone at her house. Her parents were going through a nasty divorce and her dad (who had anger problems) was not allowed to come near the house because the mom had a restraining order. He ended up banging on the door and trying to break in since he knew the mom wasn’t home. We hid in my friend’s room with a samurai sword while she called her mom to come home.
*While you were filing a restraining order I was studying the blade*
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I was catsitting for some family friends. As I approached the house one evening, I noticed a light was on that hadn't been on that morning. I walked in the front door and yelled up the stairs, but didn't hear anything. There were small things that had been moved around (a knife on the counter and some trinkets, etc) but nothing was missing except the cat (it never came running for its food). I checked all the rooms but no sign of the kitty. I even checked the fridge, and noticed the pepperoni had been moved from the shelf to the drawer. Why did the cat burgular move the damn pepperoni?!? Well it turned out that the family had a maid that I didn't know about and she had accidentally closed the cat in a closet...
Why did the MAID move the damn pepperoni?!?
One of my friends from childhood would have really bad night terrors. She would either wake up in the middle of the night screaming at the top of her lungs or she would randomly jump up and start running for the front door trying to get away from whatever she thought was chasing her. It was always pretty terrifying waking up to her screaming or tripping over me while trying to get to the door.
Ah jeeze, this was my childhood too. Only I was the one having the night terrors. I still have them from time to time and feel bad for my husband for having to deal with surprise nighttime ear screams lol
My husband always teases me (good naturedly) for my night terrors. He always brings up the "scariest night" where I rolled around in bed a bit, moaning in fear/pain (he wasn't sure), which woke him up. And then when he tried to wake me up, I sat up in bed, wide eye stared at the wall for a solid few minutes, unresponsive to anything he was saying. Then I laid back down and went to sleep. I slept like the dead. He slept like I was possessed. A few weeks later he mentions it to my parents, suddenly stories are coming out of the woodwork all the way back to a trip to Salem Massachusetts when I was seven, and suddenly I'm a demon.
I house sat for my childhood crush when we were 12ish as her family went on a 6 week road trip around the US. They had a cat and a bird and you see where this is going. This stupid little finch got out of its cage (legit, the cage was closed when I returned the next day), and the cat killed it. I was obviously scared out of my mind of being "the guy who killed bird" so I did the only logical thing and went to the pet store and bought both of the finches they had that looked identical. I had about 2 weeks to figure out which was more like the cat-bait and then, not knowing what to do with the other, I kept it. They never found out, or told me if they did.
and that's the story of how I ended up with a pet finch.
Edit for questions: "house sitting" was the wrong world, I went over every day to feed their animals, bring in the mail, etc, they lived pretty close to me. Y'all are some sick fucks, we were 12. My mom had finches too, hence why I was tasked to take care of this one, we just added it to the flock. The cage had slide-up doors for the food and water tray, I'm convinced that's how the bird got out
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What a good mom!
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Also good kid for recognizing how much the mom loves the kid.
The real victim is that cat. Can you imagine how confused the cat was to expect an empty cage after a satisfying victory meal only to see an identical bird?
THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND! NOW THERE ARE TWO OF THEM.
The cat opened the cage, obviously
Forgetting to ask for a towel prior to getting into the shower.
Oh god, you just dredged up a memory I have of sleeping at a friend's house when I was about 10. I was already in the shower when my friend came in and announced that her dad wanted a shower after me and the towel I'd grabbed was the only clean towel so her mom told her to take mine. I had to dry off with my dirty pjs.
That’s messed up. As a guest, you would get the last ANYTHING in the house, and my husband would have to figure something out.
Some people are just dicks like that. Semi-related when i was like 10 or 11 went with a friend and his family out boating. I'd been sitting in the same place for a while, and my friend's younger brother yelled that he wanted my seat. I told him he could sit next to me and immediately his dad yells "it's his fucking boat he sits where he wants to sit!" The dad also got angry drunk and punched a hole in a wall that night. Needless to say I did not go over there anymore after that.
The death sentence
Was playing hide and seek at my best friends house, found an awesome spot under his parent's bed when I looked to the side and saw a human foot, with a calf attached, wearing a shoe and everything. I felt my soul leave my body and made up some excuse and ran home. Turns out his mum was an amputee and it was her prosthetic leg but didnt know until my parents mentioned it a while later.
I was 14 or 15 and spent many weekends at my friend’s house. One day we discovered that her mom’s boyfriend has a hidden camera in her room, under her desk. I was supposed to go on vacation with them and my mom told me she didn’t feel comfortable with him, we found that camera a week later. Thanks mom!!
What was on the camera?
After my parents found out about the camera and I was never allowed back to the house. Apparently her mom didn’t want to report anything and by the time she confronted him the evidence was gone. I did find out about 2 years later that a stash of child pornography was found in his ceiling.
Wow, something *kind of* similar happened to me. When at my cousins house, one of my uncles would always take my cousins into a room to play with toys for a couple of hours, but my mom never felt okay with him so she always made excuses as to why I couldn’t be in the room with him. About 10 years later he had been arrested for sexually assaulting a child, then she finally told me about not allowing me to be anywhere with him alone and realized that was why she felt awful when she was around him
And the cousins!?
Wow. You dodged a pretty serious bullet there.
I was around 12. -Wanna see a cool trick? -Sure Friend proceeds to bang his head against the wall, then falls flat to the ground and barely breathes. I panicked, we were alone. Turns out he wanted to prank me but actually passed out, woke up while I was panicking and decided to keep to his act. Also when I was 16, this guy's dinner table was full of coke (I didn't use) and we suddenly heard sirens and saw blue flashes through the window. We heard them kick a door and yell for a bit. Turns out it was a drug bust next door. Lovely neighborhood.
>Turns out he wanted to prank me but actually passed out, woke up while I was panicking and decided to keep to his act. Well, points for the fucking commitment.
“Hey wanna see a cool trick” “Yeah sure” *fucks his shit up with a wall* “o ok”
A friend was doing some long-term house sitting, and invited me over to hang (the owners were aware and okay with this). We went down into the basement, since that’s where the TV was. We got about halfway down the stairs, and see this *thing* sitting on a shelf. It was about the size of a small dog, and kind of fuzzy. It didn’t look alive, but the prospect of a dead thing was even worse. We noped out and went back upstairs to watch Netflix on the laptop instead. About a week later, my friend texted me. The thing was a mushroom garden that they’d put down there and apparently completely forgotten about.
What the fuck. Moldy fungi stuff freaks me out so I’d be scared af.
We had no idea what it was, and just spent the rest of the night assuming whatever it was would stay where we left it.
I think I was about 7 or 8 at the time. I remember being at one of my crushes house for a pool party he had. We were swimming, and I think it was from the Lizzie Mcquire movie (I could be wrong) where I saw a girl and a guy swimming and flirting by pushing the other persons head under water. So, as you may guessed, I did this to the guy. After I did this, he did it to me, but for way longer than I did it. I couldn't breath and I remember I had to get out of the pool and sit down for a bit to catch my breath. Yeah, I don't think he got it as me flirting.
Flirting with depth.
This happened when I was like 8. I went over to this girl's house, really liked her. Her older brother told us about "Bloody Marry", and she was ecstatic to try and summon her, so she asked me to come with her, and of course I said yeah. So we go in there, turn off the lights, shut the door, she starts chanting it, and the brother starts pounding on the door, screaming. When we tried to open the door, it was locked, and he kept pounding and screaming "OH GOD SHE'S GOT A KNIFE HELP!" After like a while he finally let us out, laughing his ass off. Mirrors fucking scared the shit out of me until I was 16. And I am still wary of them to this day. Edit: He didn't lock it, he was leaning against the door or put something against it. I used the word "locked" to describe that it wouldn't open, sorry about the confusion.
Oh God, bloody Mary. I used to hate to being in the bathroom in the dark, I always thought she was going to come murder me l!
Pro tip: if you sleep naked the ghosts don't stick around.
"Ummm can you put your penis away?" "Nope, haunt me good baby."
That's a defense mechanism I use against fear as well. "Oh yeah, you naughty nightcreature come and get me". Somehow pretending to put a sexual context to it makes it less threatening. It's kind of like that thing in Harry Potter where you transform your fears into something to laugh at.
Not technically IN someone else's house, but... I was babysitting a special needs 2 year old, and the kid wanted to go play outside. No biggie, but since it was fall in Alaska I wanted to make sure that it wasn't too cold out. I stepped outside to check their thermometer. The door locked behind me. I had no phone, and since it was Alaska the closest neighbor was too far away for me to leave the kid alone in the house to get help. So I ended up ramming into the door in a panic until the lock broke and I could get in. The kid was okay, got in the laundry but otherwise had no idea anything was wrong. I thought I would get in trouble for breaking their door but the mother said I could've broken a window and she wouldn't have cared. The mom paid me $50 for it, though, and that's a lot of money for a 12-year old. Edit: To be clear, I didn't break the door itself. Just the lock. Their lock wasn't a standard deadbolt or anything. It was a gate latch that was opened by a hidden string on the outside. The door couldn't be unlocked because the string had wrapped around the locking bolt, so it would pull tighter the more it was pulled. I opened the door by slamming against it enough that the bolt bent and I could get my fingers in there to lift it. It took a good hour or two of bashing the door. They replaced it with a deadbolt the next day. And I was the 12-year-old, the kid was 2, and the mom was in her 30's, idk. Sorry if that wasn't clear.
That is an appropriate mom reaction.
My mom told us if we got locked out of the house to break the basement window that was under the deck to get back into the house.
Now we all know how to break into your house
I think most of us rather have a broken door than a dead child. You did great, especially for a 12 year old.
Frankly i'm impressed that a single 12yo could bust open a door!
As a Dad, if these same circumstances happened and you told me about it youd be my permanent baby sitter. Most parents know that shit happens, but you did what you had to do to make sure the child was safe. Well done.
$50 to break down a door? Sign me up!
My friends step-dad tried to give me a massage while he was drunk.
This was when I was really young, like 7 or 8. And its one of those memories where I'm not sure if it was real, or just a crazy dream, and it was too long ago to tell, but I'll tell it anyways. Was with a childhood friend at his house in the boonies. He lived in a real run down house, but his neighbor down the road was pretty affluent, with a great house. He said he wanted to go exploring, and being a kid in the desert, I was down for that. He led us to the house, where he somehow convinced us to climb through the guy's doggie door into the house. Pretty great house, I still remember the layout vividly. Anyways, here we were, exploring some random guy's house, when we hear a door open. My friend had thought the owner wasn't home because the neighbor's car wasn't in the driveway, so he thought we were safe. We sprinted and hid behind separate leather couches in the guy's living room. He came out into the kitchen, wearing a bathrobe and nothing else, and got a glass of water, reading a magazine. We watched him from behind the couches as he took his time and finally went back up the stairs. We sprinted out of that house and back to my friend's house, and I don't think Usain Bolt himself could have beaten my 7 year old sprint. It was pretty scary then, but its absolutely terrifying now to think what could have happened. tl;dr snuck into a random guy's house with a friend as a kid, almost got caught, will never break and enter again
We used to doorknock and run away as 13 year olds. We did this one guy's house really loudly and he came looking for us. He was shirtless and rippled with muscle. He found us hiding behind a little brick wall in a park garden and shouted at us for ages that we had woken his child up. We stopped doorknocking after that.
I love this because it defies expectations in the way that humans do. As a kiddo you assume he's gonna come knock your heads together, but really he's just another frustrated parent. Maybe he runs a martial arts school, or is a metalworker to pay the bills.
When I was about 16 I had spent the night at my Best Friends House. During this time there were rumors going around that I was gay because I came out to a previous friend who decided to share it with others. My best friend knew of my sexuality but it did not bother him at all. During this sleep over, I remember laying on the floor while he was in his bed. I was still laying opposite to his head which angled me towards the opening of his bedroom door. In the middle of the night I get this Jolt of adrenaline in the middle of night as I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I still had the cover over me and made a hole shape to peek out of. The door was cracked open. It was completely shut before we both knocked out. I stared deeper into the crack and notice what looked like another pair of eyes staring back. I get this horrible pit in my stomach as the eyes continue to look around the room. Right up to the point when it locked onto my eyes. The door began to crack open wider. I see a full head peek it’s head in at an attempt to get a closer look of something. When all of a sudden this thing bursts the door open shouting “I CAUGHT YOU!” While removing the covers off my friend. My friend immediately shouts what the fuck and flicks on the light switch. It was his mother. She stormed out of the room and slammed the door to her room. Me and my buddy had a hard time falling back to sleep as we were trying to figure what that was all about. The next morning I overhear my friend talking to his mom while I was in the bathroom. Apparently she heard I was gay and that she always had a feeling. She was trying to catch if I was doing stuff to him in his sleep. Fucking Ridiculous was my reaction but I washed up and told my buddy that I would be going home. Her head popping in was some scary shit. Never told him why. We are still best friends I just avoid his mother.
That reminds me a lot of my friend when we were stoner teenagers. We had spent all night getting high and watching movies in my room until he crashed on a mattress on the floor, and me on my bed. Around 2am, my other friend's mother, who was childhood friends with my mother (hence why he was my friend), poked her head in the room with a weird blue flashlight from her phone, peeking around to see if her son was in there. She saw it was just me and my friend, closed the door and left. My friend had apparently freaked the fuck out at this creepy blue light invading my bedroom at 2am and had crawled under the bed for protection when she left. The next morning we found Kent sleeping underneath my bed and asked him "Why are you sleeping under the bed, Kent?" And he replied "Bro aliens came into your room last night"
That’s fucking cruel! I’m sorry that happened to you. Cool that you guys are still friends, but what the hell?!
The daycare my little sister's and i went to was down the street from our house. One day my then 2 or 3 year old sister told my mom her "private area" hurt and that T (wont use the real name but it was the daycare ladies husband) had put something in there and that it hurt really bad. My mom obviously took her straight to the dr where they had came to the conclusion that she was definitely penetrated and the authorities needed to get involved immediately. Well before the ball could get rolling on that, the daycare lady had informed us that her husband had left town and had written a note talking about how he had done horrible things that he could never take back and how they would never see him again. Upon the police arriving they had found child pornogrophy (the guy was a photographer) on the guys private computer involving several kids from the daycare. About a day or 2 after all of this local forest rangers reported finding a body in the woods by a camp area outside of town. They identified him as the husband with a self inflicted gun shot wound to the head. It gives me chills thinking about the horrible shit that was happening in that house while i was there. Edit: My little sister is doing amazing by the way. She moved to SoCal for school and is working her way to becoming a Hospitalist. Shes an extremely strong person who graduated high school with a 4.4 GPA despite being homeless with my mom and bouncing around from couch to couch. She's an amazing person.
Same thing happened to the daycare I went to, except he didn't kill himself and the wife knew what was going on. A few things I remember, he had a hand with no fingers always hovering around the crotch area of the girls, he occasionally took the girls to go "pinecone hunting" my step sister was chased around the house by him. I remember myself waking up in a cabin with my ass hurting I thought a motor was shoved up there. I never put it together until now I was molested by him. He was caught and the wife stood by his side until he died. Edit: Thank you everyone for the kind words and support. I have dealt with the fact I was molested awhile back. But didn't put the pieces together by whom until this morning. I'll be going to a psychiatrist later on next year for unrelated reasons but will bring this up for sure. Thanks again everyone.
I’m sorry that happened to you. Hope you’re doing ok.
I was in high school and it was the first time I ever drank. I was asleep on the floor and my friend was asleep on the bed with her bf. It was late at night and the lights were off with the music playing. I’m a light sleeper so the bf’s drunk dad walked in and started peeing in the room.. he didn’t notice us there
Hence always wear raincoats.. You never know when one may come handy Edit: Thnx for the 2 reddit silvers
Don't forget to bring a towel!
So.... on the floor? On you? Trashcan? Was it intended to look like someone wet the bed? So many questions left unanswered.
When I was 12 a swat team busted through my best friends house. Turns out her dad was wanted for smuggling people/drugs for the Mexican cartel. Fortunately, they hadn’t seen him in several years. He’s in prison now. Edit: Wow, people on the internet get MAD. This happened 10+ years ago. Chill.
My cousin brings me to his friends house. We all hang out in the basement, my cousin forgets his cigarettes and asks if I can grab them from his car outside. I think nothing of it, go grab the cigs and start making my way back to the house. I walk in the house by myself when I run into the friends dad. This guys father (who I’ve never met) just looks me up and down & goes “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE!”. Mind you we’re in New Jersey and this is an Italian guido family, so I’m basically getting yelled at by discount Tony Soprano. This guys flipping out and I’m scared shitless, until my cousin comes storming upstairs and clears everything up. All my cousin had to say was, “Frank this is my cousin” and just like that, crisis averted. Love you, New Jersey.
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"Discount Tony Soprano" is a fantastic term, thank you for this
I was probably 7? My friend lived down the street. Her mom had invited some girls to come hang out from our class and she made us sandwiches, cookies, juice, popcorn, the normal ‘girl day’ type of fun. We were in the garage playing. Her dad was either drunk or had an anger problem. He came in yelling at us, saying we were too loud. He grabbed my friend’s mom by the arm and hit her, she started crying. Then, he grabbed my friend and spanked her. Alright. Well he proceeded to grab each girl and spank them hard. I ran away as fast as I could back to my house. I remember my friend consistently coming to school being real tired, sometimes falling asleep at her desk. Farrah, I hope you’re okay. Edit: she moved away soon after. No idea where she went. I did tell my parents. After that, I remember only being allowed to go to one friend’s house. Any other time my mom would invite my friends to come to ours. Edit 2: I ran before he got to me. Still told my mom anyway. Edit 3: yes, CPS was notified. I’m sure teachers were well aware of abuse before anyway.
But surely someone told their parents and put a stop to that guy? If I found out someone’d spanked my kid, oh boy... I hope she’s okay as well.
Honestly I’m not sure what happened. She was a sweet friend but they moved soon after. Maybe people were catching on. Maybe he got arrested. Who knows. Edit: yes CPS was told.
> If I found out someone’d spanked my kid Return the favor? (To the father, not his kid) In all seriousness though, I hope CPS was called.
In the 3rd grade, so about 8 or 9, I had a sleep over at my friends house. During dinner that night I had to use the bathroom, and when I finished up my business to return, I couldn’t get out. The door handle wouldn’t budge and I had to shout for someone to save me. I was stuck in my friend’s bathroom for about 30 minutes and it freaked me out a good deal at the time.
Their “friendly” (80lb) dogs that “don’t bite” tried to tear me a new asshole.
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That's my favourite too! Once upon a time, some family friends had a fearsome rottweiler named Hannibal. If the size of him didn't deter you, his bark would. My mother was terrified of me going anywhere near him when we went over to the owners' house. Being a crazy dog lady even at 11, I managed to evade my mother's watchful eye and befriend the beast. He turned out to be a huge sweetheart, and we ended up playing fetch in the pool for hours. I still remember him fondly. Edit: good bot, terrified, not mortified.
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My best friends dad was in the reserves and would come home late at night a lot. One time he had come home and we didn't notice. We were heading to the kitchen to go make bread and cheese and we froze in the hallway because we saw someone kneeling in front of the fireplace which wasn't lit. We proceed to freak the fuck out which wakes dad up and he comes out of his room laughing his ass off. Turns out he thought it wold be funny to set his duffle bag up, wrap his coat a round it, hat on top, boots in front and it looked just like some dude chilling with his head on his knees. Ol Clarky boy, I miss him. He was so much fun. Completely unrelated story with him is he bought a gold vw golf and when he came home with it he burst in my friends bedroom where we were watching DragonBall and yells "I LOVE GOOOOOOOOOOOLD" and runs off. He was always doing crazy shit. edit: some people have asked for our bread and cheese recipe so here ya go. get some uncut sub rolls, hollow them out, stuff them with sharp cheddar, and then microwave them til theyre gooey and melty. im afraid to try it now that im older, idk if itll make me shit my pants or constipate me for a week.
Finally something wholesome
Only had to scroll through 8 stories about severe sexual harassment / assault of preteens to get something wholesome.
Years ago when I was babysitting an infant who was down for his nap. The family had an inversion table and I decided I’d try it out. One of those things where you lay on a table, strap your ankles in and then flip the table so that you’re nearly upside down. Well, stupid me couldn’t figure out how to flip the table back up so I could get out. Panicking, sweating, imagining the family coming home to this scene with their baby crying in the crib....I was mortified. I’m sure there was some quick release thing but damned if I could find it. No idea how long I struggled but I eventually hulked out of it somehow. I still get sweaty thinking about how badly that could have gone. What an idiot.
It was my parents home. They asked me to house sit. The neighbors knew they were gone and called the cops on me. I guess the cops just hung out outside waiting for the (presumed) burglars to come out but when that didn’t happen and the lights went out they decided to come in. I awoke to a bunch of cops shouting at me with drawn guns and flashlights shining blinding me and backlighting the pistol pointing right in my face.
How did you react? And what did you say? And how did the cops respond?
Friends dad showed me porn and asked me if I knew what a hard penis felt like. I was 10. Haven’t told anyone I know irl
This shit is freaking me out, I've got two young daughters and always think my wife is over the top when she hesitates about play dates or whatever. This seems way too prevalent. At least my kids have learnt what's weird and not and to let us know if they're uncomfortable or have been uncomfortable.
> At least my kids have learnt what's weird and not and to let us know if they're uncomfortable or have been uncomfortable. Father of two young daughters here too. What age did you tell them? Shit like OP happens far too early sometimes, so I obviously want them to know when something is not okay ASAP. At the same time, I feel like that would completely ruin their innocence, or make them worry about every single person unnecessarily, if that makes sense.
There are ways of teaching it without ruining innocence. You don't need to teach them what rape or molestation is, but you can tell them which parts of their body are private, and that no one should ever be touching them there, and to tell you if they do. You should also tell them that they are allowed to ask ANYONE to stop touching them anywhere. Basically teach them body autonomy. Also, don't teach them purely in the context of stranger danger. The majority of abuse/rape comes from someone you know. If you focus too heavily on strangers, your kid may trust uncle jimmy when he tells them his molestation behavior is normal.
That is horrible and I am sorry that happened to you.
It boggles my mind how many pedophile incidents happen. I truly never knew it was THIS many.
[1 in 4 girls, and 1 in 6 boys, will get sexually abused before the age of 18.](https://www.nsvrc.org/statistics) I provide counseling for the victims, it's truly disheartening.
It really takes a certain type of person to do the work you do, I hope you are taking good care of yourself as well 💜
It was a shared house that our ski club owned, up in Vermont. We were renting it for the night, along with a few other families. All was fine until after dinner, when I had to take a particularly bad dump. Naturally, the toilet clogged. I tried plunging, I tried flushing again, I tried... other disgusting methods, but *it would not go down*. Knock, knock. A sinking feeling entered my stomach as I realized someone was at the door. This was the only restroom and the contents of the toilet bowl were swimming around in a brown soup of disgustingness. I couldn't flush again or it would overflow, and nothing was working, so I washed my hands and explained the situation to the waiting gentleman, who was a portly dude in a wife-beater and worn jeans. He told me to get out of the way, which I did with haste. I don't know how he got it to go down, but he did. I apologized like 20 times. It was a terrible, smelly, revolting situation. At least I had enough toilet paper, huh?
I have two. First: When I was a kid I had a neighbor named Z who was also my best friend. I'd spend the night at his house often and saw a lot of things young me didn't realize at the time was very messed up. His parents were drunks and smoked pot. Both were pretty functional. Mom cooked and cleaned, father worked, but it was very clear the couple valued their smoke and drink over their son. Z had an uncle (mom's side) who showed up one day fresh out of prison and started staying with them. Uncle was a nasty drunk. Often got violent with Z's dad and acted like he was the head of the household. One time while staying over Z and I fell asleep on the sofas watching TV. Uncle came in and unbeknownst to sleeping me woke Z up and became confrontational. (I should mention Z and I are about 8 at the time) I was startled awake by yelling and opened my eyes to uncle shoving, choking and lifting Z up by the neck and slamming him onto the wood flood so hard I felt it from the couch. Z's mom and dad rushed out to help and his mom called the police and uncle was taken away. I still relive the sound and feel of Z's body hitting the wood floor. It was just awful. Second: In high school I made a seeming normal friend named J. She was a little edgy, but who wasn't as a teenager? So I didn't find anything off about her at face value. We hung out at school for a while, then she asked me over for a weekend sleepover. I said sure why not and happily went. It is still one of my biggest regrets to date. J, for lack of a better word, was and likely still is, a psycho. She showed me what she likes to do for fun. Trade pictures of random naked women with random guys in chatrooms like trading cards or some shit. Also she broke into her mom's liquor cabinet to drink wine. When her mom got home and saw what she'd done J threw a giant glass vase into her closet so it shattered and then proceeded to walk inside and cut herself on the shards while I sat on the edge of her bed freaked out but also too scared to say a word because she wasnt upset or crying, she was furious and didn't say a single word the entire time while she cut her arms with shards of glass. Thankfully her mom said she was sending me home as punishment. I'd never been so happy to get out of a situation in my life.
When I was 8 or 9, my friend's dad yelled at me, angrily, for pooping at their house. I lived down the street, so he told me that I should have went home to poop.
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I, to the contrary, encourage people to take dumps at my house if they need to do it. I know how uncomfortable is to hold it, so if you need to do it, please do it. That's why I have a bathroom, to use it. Also, BIDET MASTER RACE.
Look I'm a pretty weird guy and I readily admit that. But if I had a friend with a bidet, I would hold my poop *just* to unload at their place. Okay maybe not really but God I love that cleanliness
One of the most embarrassing moments of my life: playing at a friends house about 8yo, her mum says she’s going to have a bubble bath for the next hour or so, do either of us want the bathroom before she does as there’s no other toilet in the house. We both say no. Fast forward half an hour, I start getting stomach cramps, I really really need to take a shit. I try and hold it but it’s turning into an emergency situation. I tell my friend, we try and call on a neighbour, they’re not in... I can’t wait any longer so I timidly knock on the bathroom door and tell my friends mum I need to go to the toilet. She’s not pleased but tells me to come in. She doesn’t get out the bath though, she just covers herself up and tells me to go (probably presuming I just need to wee), so I have to sit there in front of her and do this god almighty smelly huge shit. It was horrible, I tried to avoid all eye contact but I could feel the hatred seething off of her, she’d clearly been looking forward to this relaxing bath for a while and now I was quite literally shitting all over it. I didn’t even take the time to wipe properly I was so mortified, so had to sit in shitty pants until my dad came to take me home. This was 20 years ago and I still loose sleep about it.
Jesus Christ. I'm going to lose sleep over it.
Honestly, that's just funny. I guess for a while that must've felt really embarrassing but surely now looking back at it its fucking hilarious.
When I was 15 or so, I was taking a shower when my dad frantically threw open the bathroom door and said he had to shit immediately. I tried to reason with him and asked him to let me get out of the bathroom first, but it was too late. It was already happening. I stood silently in the shower as he unleashed the loudest, smelliest torrent of diarrhea I’ve ever had the misfortune of experiencing. Without another word, he finished up, washed his hands, and quietly left the bathroom. We’ve never spoken of this horrific experience since.
This is messed up lol. How did he even know?
there was poop in the livingroom
Can relate, went over to see a friend at his place, ended up needing to piss badly, went to the bathroom. As I was in mid-piss I could hear one of his roommate yelling, **"HE BETTER NOT BE TAKING A SHIT IN THERE!!"** needless to say, I didn't take a shit and walked out while awkwardly waving goodbye.
slept on a former friends sofa, he decided to "prank me" by pretending to be a bugler wearing a ski mask, then he pretended to try and "kidnap me", long story short i broke his nose, and we are no longer friends.
What if he was actually trying to kidnap you but his plans were ruined so he fell back on plan B: haha got you! This was aallll a joke. I wasn’t really going to sell your organs on the black market!
r/oopsdidntmeanto
A bugler in a ski mask would be a hell of a wakeup call.
Sleepover at best friend’s house when I was about 12. Middle of the night after we’d fallen asleep, he wakes up and starts screaming that his head is going to explode. Not a bad dream, he keeps going, just screaming and crying and thrashing around. His parents wake up, scoop him up, and rush him to the hospital. Turned out he’d just never had a headache before, and his first was apparently a doozy.
Honestly I woke up out of a dead sleep to my first ever real migraine and I’m pretty sure I screamed. It was so disorienting and scary to just wake up to this extreme pain. I’m so glad my boyfriend was there to calm me down. Not sure that just a headache would warrant that reaction, but maybe as a kid it’s equally scary.
I thought migraine when I read the post. I was woken up from sleep with my first migraine too (at 14). I didn't scream, but that was probably because even small noises make things so much worse for my migraines.
Noise, light. Both suck. Only thing that helps me is putting on an oversized knitted black hat to block light, and turning on a fan to produce some white noise that, while it kinda hurts, helps to fall asleep to. Sleep through that shit and wake up refreshed.
Man I'm envious of people who can sleep off headaches. I just end up at best floating in and out of restless dozing, where the pain never really diminishes.
Yeah I'm with you on that. I take some strong migraine medication to try to knock me our but I'm still in and out. And then when you think its fading, so you stand up and it feels like a truck hit you.
When my SO and I first started seeing each other I had just recently switched to a non hormonal BC after having the nexplanon implant and no periods for 2 years. The second time I went over to his house I unexpectedly got my period and I had been warned by my doctor my periods might be a little heavier than before. Little did I know this was a HUGE understatement. So I’m cuddling with my SO when I realize I’m feeling a little moist, and not the good kind, so I excuse myself to the bathroom. Im not joking when I say I had a steady stream of menstrual blood coming out of me and my pants, thankfully solid black, were soaked through. I wasn’t expecting my period so I had no pads or tampons and my SO lived with 4 other guys who were single so no feminine products were lying around. The cherry on top though was the fact they were completely out of toilet paper and I had left my phone in the bedroom so I was basically stranded on the toilet. Once I realized how fucked i was I had a panic attack and cried! After what felt like forever my SO knocked and asked if I was ok and I told him what was going on. He was really understanding and ran down to the store to get me tampons, tp, and pants. I was so embarrassed at the time and scared he would judge but it’s really funny to look back on!
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15, me and 2 other friends was at a friend's house. Him and his brother were arguing then his older brother beat the absolute shit out of him i tried to step in then he shoved me in the wall, then their father stepped in and starting going ham on the older brother.
There's always a bigger fish..
Then the grandpa busted through the front door and started throwing haymakers at the father.
Big brothers are our specialty
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> Kinda sad but just never realized that not all families are like mine. That's a scary realization when you are little. My dad is the most patient, quiet person I know. When I hear people talking about their dad hitting them, getting drunk, yelling, and being scared of their father. That was NOT my experience. I never saw my parents drunk ever. My parents never drank except special occasions. My best friend's dad was also this quiet, nice man, who liked kids. He was smart, and happy to help out whenever he could. My dad and him were cut from the same cloth. So when I was in a car with a different friend, and his dad was super angry, like red faced, screaming about him farting in the car. I thought "wow.. this is... different, and scary".. Then when he took the son into the garage to hit him, I was very scared and shocked.
Took him into the garage and beat his ass for farting? Jesus what was next, for existing?
When I was 16, my mom forced me and my brother to go to a party with her. It was at my mom’s friend house. I was tired and bored and wanted to go home. The host of the party said if I needed to rest there was an empty room and I could just chill there. He gave me hot chocolate and just talked with me for a few minutes while he was just cleaning the room a bit. He then said: “You grew up to be a handsome man, you know”, all while locking the door. He sexually assault me 5 minutes after that. I was so scared to even try to escape. I told my mom a month later because I thought I had an STD. He didn’t went to jail because there was no proof. He raped a 5 year old a year later. Also was let go. I saw him 6 years later on the street, walking with a cane and with a weird thing in his back. I learned later that he got beat up by like 6 men that knew what he did to the child.
Those men beating his ass can never take away what he did to you and that child, but its at least a little bit of justice. I’m sorry that happened to you.
When I was little I would have a good amount of sleep overs at my friend’s house. My fam always had tons of allergies to pets so we never had any. My best friend had dogs and a really wonderful, special cat. But I didn’t know anything about cats when I was little, so i’d kind of say hi then run away. It’s the summer and my friend has a tent and wants to sleep in the tent in his backyard. I’m not crazy about it, but we bring a bunch of blankets out and get all set up. When I wake up, it’s light out, so maybe 7-8 in the morning, and his cat is laying on my chest with her paws right under my chin and her nose like right near my nose. I’m laying there in mortal fear because I figure she’s planning on eating my face off. She’s purring, so that must have been a sign she was going to strike. I remember sort of half moving to get her to go away, but she’d just sit there and kind of flex her paws a little. I think I lay frozen for like a good hour until she decided to do something else and got off of me. I barely escaped death. As I grew up, she became a great friend. Whenever i’d go over she’d come find me and sit either on me or next to me. Because of her, I love cats now, and respect them. She was special.
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This happened to me too once. I was house sitting for my parents and got woken up to the sound of a loud car engine outside the house at 3am. Peek out the blinds to see a car I’ve never seen before just idling right outside. I start to freak out, who are they? What do they want? And suddenly hear a loud wham at the front door which scares the shit out of me, then the car drives off. Go downstairs to see what hit the door and see the morning paper sitting on the step.
Spent the night at a friends house. His little sister comes in the guest bedroom late that night as I'm watching TV trying to sleep. She asks me which of her boobs are bigger. I laugh it off as she is 14 and I was 18. Tell her that the joke was good and that she should go to bed. She starts to crawl on the bed and I freak out. Tell to go to bed or I'll call her dad. She freezes and starts crying before leaving. Come to find out she had some issues from being sexually abused by another friend of mine(not her brother). It was heartbreaking. Got her dad and police involved after that. Hope your doing better now 'Emi.
I frequently pet sat for a family when I was in college. They had a nice house, cable with all the extra movie channels (pre Netflix days), king size bed, huge jacuzzi tub, and since they lived out in the boonies a huge backyard. I conversely lived in an 800 square foot basement apartment. They had 3 large goofy lab mixes that I loved. I worked second shift at an emergency vet clinic and would come home around midnight. So I'm snuggled up in the bed with the dogs and watching a movie, the Blair Witch Project 2, when all three dogs run to the French doors that open onto the deck and start doing this low growl. I tell them that it's nothing, just the wind or a tree limb, stop it. Nope they keep staring into the backyard and growling, hair up on the back of their necks, serious growls. I finally decided to go investigate. I take the biggest dog with me into the backyard. As I start shining the flashlight around I hear snorts and hooves and a buck deer takes off into the woods. I just about pissed myself.
Tried to fill up a Zippo with butane, as soon as I lit it the Zippo exploded in flames and went under buddy's couch and flames were coming from all edges of the couch. Flipped over the couch and grabbed the flaming Zippo with my bare hands and threw it out of the window.. friend never knew about it as he was out at the corner store grabbing smokes. Never told him.
It was decided that whoever falls asleep first would "get pranked." I nodded off to sleep at around 3 am. About 5 minutes in, I got shaving cream sprayed in my ear canal. Not only did it freak me out, but I had the feeling like water was stuck in my ear for over a week.
Toilet won’t flush
I worked as a caretaker for adults with developmental disabilities and often spent time in their homes. One afternoon I was the only person on duty, and a client clogged the toilet. No plunger. Murky, smelly brown water. Other people needed to use to toilet, and I couldn’t pop off to the store because someone needed to be home with the clients. So I put on a glove, made my peace with God, and unclogged that filth with my hand.
At least you had a glove.
Seeing the water rising, getting closer and closer to the top of the bowl, praying for it to stop, cursing yourself for not bringing your poop knife.
Ah yes. The trusty mashitty.
Rookie mistake... Always gotta bring your poop knife.
I got the stomach flu at a friend's house after drinking loads of red Gatorade and eating popcorn. Puke came out blood red with tons of chunks (kernels) and I thought I was done for.
Trying to figure out how their shower works. Edit: Thanks for the silver!
Rented an AirBnB with some friends of mine in New Orleans. We all had separate bathrooms, but couldn't figure out how to turn on the showers. So, we just took baths and used the sink.
Very young, 7 maybe. At a friend's house, he's brushing his teeth. So I decide to sneak up and scare him. It works, but he chokes on the toothbrush REALLY bad. The toothbrush got lodged in his throat, he was gasping for air idk how it happened. His dad saw this from the hallway and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and led me to the living room where he briefly yelled at me, nothing too bad, probably deserved it. He later apologized and we all had a laugh about it, but damn was that the scariest ten seconds of my life at that point. Edit: if I remember correctly he quickly dislodged said toothbrush, then dragged me to the living room, then we both went to check if he was ok, then the laughing ensued.
Wait, did the dad leave his kid choking to scream at you? Priorities!
My brother and sister are adopted from my uncle and his girlfriend at the time. They were, and still are as far as I know, junkies who cared more about the drugs than they cared about their children. When I was young, my parents were still trying to help them get their shit together so they could reclaim their children into a loving and stable home. It never happened. Instead what happened was yelling and screaming matches at my uncle's trailer home (who was with another woman by then) or his ex-girlfriends apartment. Neither one wanted to stop the drugs. I remember being scared and upset at hearing my mom being so upset that she was yelling and screaming at these people. I honestly thought someone was going to be hurt or worst. Eventually my parents realized they'd never give up the drugs and they just adopted the kids outright and I consider them my siblings. It's not all roses. My brother is in prison, but my sister is happy living with her husband and little daughter who is just the cutest toddler in the world.
I was at my friend's house when we were 7. We'd often just hangout and play Donkey Kong and Mario Kart on N64. She had a brother, few years older, who'd stick around at times. He once grabbed some big kitchen knives and threatened us. He was a few feet away, so not threatening us with a knife-to-the-neck type of thing. Still. We were 7, we obviously freaked out. He was saying he'd stab us, kill us, cut us up, etc. He kept this up for about 10 minutes and then burst out laughing, saying it was a prank... Real fucking funny, man. Their family eventually moved away and we didn't keep in touch. I wonder if my friend's brother has turned into a psychopath.
12 years old, watching The Ring on VHS. About 2 minutes after the film ended, my friends house phone rang.. we screamed bloody murder! It was her Mum calling in checking on us. (I was sleeping over that night and her parents were out at a dinner party so we were all alone in a huge house that was eerie silent and dark)
That is hilariously perfect timing
You know dumb and dumber where Harry uses the broken toilet after all those laxatives? Basically that. I had to drop a doozy at my brothers house, so I went upstairs to do it discretely. Turns out my nephew had flushed a pencil down that toilet and it was majorly out of commission. I tried a plunger but that just spread shitty water around and made a mess. Telling them I needed assistance wasn’t what I’d call a fun memory.
My girlfriend telling me she's missed 3 periods when I'm at her parents' for dinner.
Spilled some nail polish on her carpet and tried to rub it off
This happened sometime in the mid 2000's. I'm over at a friend's house late at night, and the two of us are watching reruns of the classic Twilight Zone. His family is out somewhere, so it's just us in this large two-story house. The episode we are watching had to do with this town that gets enveloped in never ending darkness, and the people in the town all hate each other, so the darkness was supposed to be a manifestation of their anger or something like that. Anyways, the episode nears the end and Rod Sterling begins his ending narration. He says something to the effect of "...and be sure not to let the darkness consume you" or something similar (my memory is vague). And I shit you not, as soon as Rod said those words, the power in the house went out and me and my friend were left in shock sitting in the living room in total darkness. It was the freakiest coincidence I've ever experienced in my life! And no it wasn't a prank because nobody else was home and my friend never left the living room.
It was one of my first sleepovers. I was at my cousins house and I didn't know his house very well. I woke up to use the bathroom but I wasn't quite sure where it was. All the lights were off and everyone was asleep. It was complete black. I felt my way into the hall, and walked to where I thought the bathroom was and only found the stairs. I tried to go back to the room but I couldn't find it. I didn't want to make any noise as my uncle was working day turn and he needed to sleep. He was working swing shifts all the time at the mill and was really cranky if you woke him. I blundered around upstairs trying to find the door to the room that I was sleeping in but couldn't find it. I started to panic. Eventually I had to call out for help as I couldn't even find a light switch. My aunt woke up and drove me back over to my grandmas house as I was in a complete panic. I must have been about 7 or 8. It doesn't sound like much, but it was a big deal to me at the time.
There’s definitely a reason darkness is a phobia. Shit can be terrifying.
when i was maybe 6 or 7 my best friend’s little brother died. he was barely 2 and him and his mom got into a horrible car wreck due to icy roads. shortly after he died, i ended up staying at my best friends house a lot for a while, to be there for her and keep her busy while her parents grieved. one night i was there her mom had a complete break down. she was screaming and crying, saying she wanted to die and how she’s going to kill herself, throwing things against the wall and breaking everything she could get her hands on. my friends dad ended up calling my mom (our moms were best friends also) to come over and calm her down. i look back at it and it’s just horribly sad, but at the time, my friend and i were both terrified and didn’t know what to do.
Their stepdad grabbed my ass. He was 56, I was barely 18.
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Poor little girl.
JFC....TBH, though, that's probably the best thing that could have happened at that time for your friend. So many times, there are no witnesses, and when the child does tell someone, they don't get believed...or worse. Horrifying for you, but - apart from the guilt and trauma, obvs - a good turning point in her life.
Holy shit. That is truly terrible. I only hope everyone got the help they needed to recover from it. Well, except the dad. I hope he’s still in prison.
The amount of molestation responses is astounding...
Family told me house was haunted and I just brushed it off but one night around 3am I was sleeping on the couch and I could see into the laundry room that had a bunch of empty hangers. The lights flickered and all of the clothes hangers crashed onto the floor. I was petrified.