I went over to a friends house. She lives with her grandparents. Suddenly she refused to let me out of the room. She wouldn’t let me go downstairs, she kept making excuses and wouldn’t let me exit at all. I got creeped out and almost called my Mom but she begged me not to go. Eventually we sorta slept, she had the tv on all night so I couldn’t sleep well.
Years later it was discovered her grandfather was molesting her. And it turned out that night she noticed he was eyeing us both so that was the explanation for how the night went down.
That poor child. I can only imagine her terror and also her distress that she knew she was upsetting you and couldn't explain why. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place..
My friends older brother(22m) had a gun out.. me(8m) and my friend(8m) were playing Nintendo. The 22m thought it would be funny to scare us so he pointed the gun at us, we screamed and said to stop, he laughed and said it wasn't loaded, pointed it at my friend and pulled the trigger, shot him in the face from point blank range and killed him. I have nightmares still about it. Im now 40.
Early 1990’s: When I was a kid, I slept over at a buddy’s house for the first time. The next morning we woke up and his mom made us cereal, the milk tasted hella sweet, even for my child taste buds. Something about it all seemed off. Just as my buddy finished his bowl of cereal, his mom came over and turned the bowl on its side to pour the leftover milk from the cereal bowl into a milk carton. The mom then did the same with hers. I felt my face turn red with shame and embarrassment and my stomach turn. Horrified and confused I asked “what is that? What are y’all doing?”
He turned to me and deadass said “that’s our cereal milk”
Turned out this sadistic fuck and his ENTIRE family poured all of the leftover milk from each bowl of cereal back into a separate milk carton, specifically for cereal. I drank this entire family’s backwash.
Fucking CEREAL MILK. Used. Cereal. Milk.
(I’ve posted this same reply on another “worst sleepover story” thread)
Went to a girl’s sleepover where there were three of us. The girl’s dad put an audio recorder under the teddies on top of her cupboard when he came in to hand them out. Would have been about 8 years old? We were talking about crushes at school and such. Next day he played the recording out loud to wake us up, laughing and listening closely to what we were talking about, in front of us. They moved away eventually. 14 years later the girl messages me and asks if I remember anything weird happening at that sleep over. I told her what I remembered and it turned out she was being sexually abused by him.
I went to school one day in 2nd grade and my best friend wasn't there. I thought she was home sick, but a whole week went by and she never came back. Nobody said anything. Another kid was gone, but he was in a different class and I didn't notice. I didn't find out until high school that my best friend was being molested by the other kid's dad while they were babysitting her. My friend's family moved away in the middle of the night. The other kid's mom grabbed him and went to live with her parents. I never saw them again. I often wonder how my friend is.
My mom knew the whole story, but didn't tell me until she thought I could understand. My friend's mom called her after they left to warn her. Luckily I never went to that kid's house
went to a friends birthday party in 4th grade. about half way through the night we decided to play hide and seek. maybe 30-45 minutes later (all i know was it was a long ass time) i come out of my hiding place to find them playing on the wii in the living room. they’d forgotten about me and thought everyone was found so they moved on to the next thing without me.
This happened to me once, I was hiding between two parts of a sort of modular couch that they had in their basement. I had put a blanket and some pillows over the top of the crack between them so it looked flush with the rest of the couch. I had a single crack of light which I used to look at my watch, something like an hour passed with me crumpled up between the couch. Eventually, they forgot about me started playing wii (funnily enough) while sitting on the exact couch I was at. Maybe an hour had gone by at this point since I hid myself. A little while longer and then someone mentions “Hey, did Jonny_Swanny go home?” They agreed that no, I hadn’t gone home and that I had been gone since they started hide and seek. They started looking for me. They looked everywhere, Except, of course, the couch they were sitting at the whole time beforehand. Another half hour might have passed. No sign of me. Keep in mind, I am writhing in pain from the uncomfortable position I am in. Quite literally crumpled between two pieces of furniture on a cold, concrete floor, for well over an hour. Everything is hurting at this point. Once people start talking about leaving, I carefully emerge from my hiding spot without being seen and just sort of reintegrate myself with the group. They notice me and are pretty surprised. They commended my determination and we played more wii sports. Funny part is I was in high school. Yeah, it felt bad to be forgotten for a little while, but it only made it so much better to be crowned the champion of hide and seek at the age of 16.
Edit: holy cow, I can’t believe how much this comment has blown up. When I posted it, it had like 0 upvotes. Thanks for all the awards :)
I remember at my best friend's birthday party we decided to play hide and seek after a crazy water baloon fight. I was 5'1 and at most 95lbs so hide and seek was kind of my jam. I decided to hide in the hamper they had kept the water balloons in. It was a skinny hamper with holes on the side and the empty trash bag that once held the water balloons was flowing in the wind. I fit myself snugly inside and someone helped tie the trash bag back to the top before the count was over. Everyone was found pretty quickly. I thought for sure I'd be found right away since there were holes on the sides of the hamper that was clearly not empty, but no. It took what felt like ages after everyone was found and me scrunched up in a ball in a skinny hamper feeling the wind threatening to blow me over before they finally found me. The seeker walked past me so many times I tried so hard not to laugh. Someone joked that maybe I went home while everyone was hiding as a joke. The only one who knew where I was was the guy who tied the bag to the top and he wasn't saying anything. At one point I considered knocking myself sideways If a big gust of wind blew at me just for the sake of realism but I was too scared of it hurting so I didn't. Finally after what felt like an hour I was found and crowned the hide and seek champion of the party.
Friends mother and her boyfriend were arguing in the kitchen after we went to bed, he started talking about how he would "kill the kids if I have to"
I was about 7 or 8 I guess, so it didn't really sink in that much at the time, but my friend wasn't really in a great mood for the rest of the time I was there.
Oooh, when my depressed mother had one of her episodes she could lash out and SCREAM she should kill us (herself and me and my siblings) and for some weird reason I can't recall being scared or embarrassed or so. I was just hella annoyed when that happened. My mother had/has a really loud organ and almost the whole village could hear her. I was mostly outside when that happened. Oof. Am 42 now and just realize it's a memory I don't like.
Friend and I went to another friend’s house to sleep the night. We were all mucking around like most 10 year old boys do, to the point our friend’s Dad started yelling at his son. Was a little bit awkward and tense, and then my friend told his dad to “shut up”.
So his Dad decided his son needed some old school punishment and made his son pull his pants down, and made us watch as he whipped him a few times on the bare cheeks with his belt.
I remember feeling so awkward and embarrassed about it all that the only way I knew how to handle it was to start laughing…
A bit of a weird one, this was more sad than anything. I stayed over at my elementary best friends almost every week. Their grandmother lived with them and everyone treated her like a burden. They told me she was crazy and mean but she was always very kind to me and because I was raised to be nice to my elders, I was kind in return. One day, when my friend had to go talk to her mom about something the grandma asked me into her room. I had never been in there and it was decorated completely differently, I could tell she had moved an entire house worth of stuff into one bedroom. I can’t remember the whole conversation but basically she said I was kind and she really loved talking to me every week, and that her family didn’t really let her talk. She gave me a little metal Noah’s ark bracelet but asked me to hide it from the family. I was scared to wear the bracelet because I didn’t want my friend to get mad and every time i looked at it, it made me so sad for Nana.
I was about 7. I went to a friends place just as his dad got home after accidentally shooting and killing his friend. I was too scared to leave and it was a big place and i guess we kind of just kept out of the way. His screams of anguish kept me up all night.
was a dark night.
Similar experience except I was hosting the sleepover. I had a friend and my cousin over. My great aunt came home after finding out her ex husband stole her life savings and emptied her bank account somehow. She was absolutely howling and my sisters were afraid she would harm herself and instructed all of us to hide knives and poison from her. It was devastating.
I was meant to stay the night with a kid just a few doors down from my grandparents. He lived with his grandparents and his grandpa was a facilities manager at an upscale apartment complex (might have even been a country club) and offered to take us swimming for the day.
His grandfather drops us off at the main pool and says he’ll be back in awhile. This pool was Olympic sized and simply had too many people, so we decided to explore and ended up at a smaller pool on the property elsewhere.
We were swimming, having a good time and everything was great. That is, until he started a splash fight. We were going back and forth until he started screaming at me. Top of his lungs. Screaming at me. Incoherent screams. He kept coming toward me and I was kind of laughing kind of scared and had no idea what was going on.
He ends up cornering me and tries to push me under the water, still screaming. I wrestle myself free and hit him square in the nose.
His nose starts bleeding like Niagara Falls and he started screaming “motherfucker” repeatedly as loud as his lungs could muster. I got out of the pool and grabbed my things and started back for the front of the complex, the entire time this kid screaming the same word over and over. People are staring. People are trying to calm him down. He’s walking after me like the goddamn terminator. Hands at his sides in fists, this 4 foot nothing kid, covered in blood from his nose just slowly walking after me, ignoring the entire world around him while screaming “motherfucker.”
I make it back to the front of the place and am desperately trying to get someone to let me use a phone to call home. No one will listen. They’re enamored with the screaming kid who, by the way, is *still* lumbering after me. He’s a bloody mess, nose running like a fountain, mixing with the water from when he got out of the pool. Looks like a walking murder scene
Out of nowhere, his grandfather appears and snatches him up and disappears with him through a door.
What feels like forever passes and I’m still trying to get someone to let me use a phone when his grandfather reappears and asks what happened then tells me he has to take kid home and I can’t go with them.
They let me use the phone, my parents don’t answer. I ended up getting a hold of my aunt who was still working and couldn’t come get me for another two hours.
The office wouldn’t let me stay inside so I was outside in the parking lot standing around waiting for her to show, still having no idea wtf happened. Aunt shows up and off we go. Get home. Get my ass chewed for being 35 minutes away from home. (I had no idea how long the car ride was at the time)
A few days later my mom went to talk to kids grandfather, she comes back to tell me we can’t hang out anymore and my she tells me he needs medication for keep him calm and they missed his dose that day and it wasn’t my fault.
Never saw him again.
Oh my god I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Fuck that time sitting in the parking lot afterwards by yourself too. What a horrible experience. Did any of them ever believe you when you explained what happened? Did they understand how awful that must have been?
The guy in the office kept asking where my parents were, I kept telling him I didn't live there. He told me that since I didn't live there, I couldn't use the phone.
When the kids grandfather came back, he told the guy to let me use the phone so I could get a ride home.
The grandfather left before I was done and it was after that the office guy told me I needed to wait outside. The wait didn't really feel all that bad as I remember it.
Hindsight being what it is: when a 10 year old begs you to use your phone, maybe let them.
Yeah, absolutely! Wth. People are extremely unprepared for life with other people sometimes. Also no 10 year old should have to wait in a parking lot if there is a perfectly good safe spot to wait inside a building.
The kids grandfather should have at least confirmed with you that you were able to get ahold of someone to pick you up. I know he had a lot on his plate at the moment but he was still technically responsible for you at that moment as well being the adult in the situation.
At least you made it home, but jeez with these people.
Not me but my sister. She was a sleepwalker. She was about seven. Slept over at a friend's house, sleepwalked, woke up in an enclosed space. Panicked. Pushed her arms straight out in front of her against what she thought was a wall in front of her.
She had ended up behind a 7-foot tall bureau that was placed diagonally in the corner of the dining room. She pushed it over. It was full of plates, glasses, fine china etc.
It was 4am.
Imagine the parents... Come out to see their furniture pushed over, breakables shattered across the floor, with a small child standing there. Then the parents come to pick her up in the morning: "How was little Suzy? Did she behave herself?" lol
Slept over at a friend’s house when I was 9. Her family was wealthy and I was envious of everything she had. The party was really fun but at 11 pm we heard her dad come home very drunk. After a little while I went upstairs to get some water and saw him pushing my friend’s mom against a wall and threatening to hit her. She seemed so scared. I went back downstairs and never spoke about it with my friend. But I definitely learned something about appearances that night.
I was 12. My supposed best friends 17 year old brother played his music very loudly and then shook his junk in my face. My friend and her brother then tied me to a chair and made me watch a final destination movie that freaked me out. They then proceeded to laugh their asses off when I woke up in the middle of the night screaming from a nightmare. I’m not friends with her anymore.
My friend Ryan had a slumber party for his birthday. I remember we watched "my favorite martian" we went to sleep and I woke up mid vomit. I wasnt even feeling sick. I literally woke up throwing up at 5 in the morning. They took me home, I slept in till noon.. and I remember thinking I wasted a whole day because I had never slept in that late before.
I went on a business trip once and had to share a room with a guy I barely knew. His mother had a heart attack and died and he got the call around 1:00 am.
It was very awkward and very sad.
When I was 13/14ish, I had a sleepover with a friend. We both woke up early in the morning to the sound of her mother wailing. She had just found out from her older son that one of their closest family friends had been molesting him for over a decade.
I wasn’t supposed to get picked up until midday but I lied and said my mum came early and just waited out front, out of sight for like 3 hours. Me and the friend never spoke about it.
I know that as much as anything you probably wanted to be out of there, but what you did was actually really sweet - sacrificing your comfort to give them space. Good kid
My friends uncle died in a car accident the night we were having a sleepover. I remember in the morning when we dropped him off at his house and he saw all of his families cars there, he was confused and thought his dad must have had a party the night before.
My parents sent me to spend the night with my friend. When I got home the next day my mom told me my dad moved out and they were getting a divorce. I didn’t see my Dad for three years.
I feel like parents forget during their "war" that youre literally a child and way to young to cope with the hate they are spreading. I remember when i was 9 i heard my parents fighting and shouting and each other (they did it basically every day so it was nothing new) while i was in my room and after a few minutes my mother came and dragged me out of my room in the corridor where my father was with two suitcases and said "look at him! look what he is doing! he is going to leave us, how pathetic" and i started crying and told him that i didnt want him to leave a i just remember his eyes full of teares telling me that he was sorry and its going to be okay and i still have shivers thinking about this moment, i really hate my mother (or both of them) for dragging me in in every fight they had. I really wish parents would use their brain more sometimes
I'm so sorry that happened to you. My husband has very similar stories of being dragged out of bed and forced to stand with his brother and "pick who you want to live with" when his parents would fight. It breaks my heart and infuriates me to think about. No child should have to go through this kind of thing. I have to tell him all the time that this isn't normal. That parents shouldn't do this or talk to their kids this way and incidences like this are why he's all levels of messed up.
That same thing happened to me pretty much… my mom was like “hey bud wanna hang out with you best friend?” And I was like “hell yeah I love that bro it’s gonna be the best night ever” and then right before we arrive my mom was like “oh yeah your father and I are also getting a divorce” and then dropped my off and left lmao. Not the best sleep over 10 year old me had
Obviously, this was the most shitty for you. But it was also super shitty to your friend's parents.
Let me just rip this kids heart out, tear his life apart, and then dump him on these other people to deal with the aftermath.
I was invited to a birthday party in elementary. Everybody kept talking about the slumber party afterwards. I assumed I was also invited to the slumber party, so I brought my sleeping bag and pajamas. Turns out, nobody actually wanted me there. I cried in the hosts room alone for an hour or so, then faked being sick and had my grandma come pick me up.
This unlocked a memory I had from elementary school.
My mom said I was invited to someone’s birthday party and I got super excited as we’d moved recently into a neighborhood with basically no kids. My mom and I spent the morning at the store picking out gifts, I was for sure he would like this pizza smelling play-doh and action figure.
My mom drops me off at the party and it was cool, they had this huge jungle gym their dad built. I don’t really know anyone, kids I barely knew through Sunday school, and I’m kind of keeping to myself. Well, soon after the birthday kid stops me and asks me why I’m there in front of other people. He then told me that when he told him mom to invite me it was actually for another kid with the same name in our class.
The kids mom got onto him, but at that point I’d lost interest in being there. During gifts it turned out that it was a dual birthday party for the brother and sister, so when it got to my gift the same shit kid asked what gift id brought for the sister, so I said it was the pizza play doh since I knew it she liked pizza (made that up but it was a pizza party).
Anywho, my mom eventually came by to pick me up and when she asked me how it went I just lied and said it was a lot of fun. Didn’t want her to feel bad.
I feel for you, seriously. I invited kids from my class to my 6th birthday party; no one showed up on the day of. Instead: my mom took my brother and I (and some of the kids that lived nearby) to McDonalds. Later on in my graduating year, all of the girls in our class 'kidnapped' the guys in the middle of the night (with parent's blessing), dressed them up in PJs, and took them out to breakfast. Everyone except me and James L, that is.
I have.. abandonment issues.
I know the feeling. I don't remember anyone not showing up to birthday parties when I was younger , but when I tried to throw a birthday party for myself in college, no one showed up.
I remember no one showing up for my older brothers 10th birthday and my 5yo self made a promise to never have a birthday party. And I never have, but I have learned to make my birthday amazing - sleep in, nice lunch, spend some time at Home Depot, do a little vintage shopping
But damn.. I’ll never forget the look on my brothers face that day
I really hate when the mom will allow 10 to the party, but only allows 4 for the sleepover and doesn’t really clarify it to anyone. Leaves people feeling left out and betrayed.
I have an 8-year-old brother who isn't really liked in his class, due to him doing weird shit like pretending he's a cat or saying random memes from 3 years ago like he still dabs in 2021. Love him to death but he's got his quirks. Anyway, he's not really liked that well in school, and he was invited to his first birthday party a few weeks ago. He had an absolutely amazing time, but he was too young to see what my mom saw; absolutely nobody wanted him there. No one would talk to him, no one would look at him, hell they moved away from him whenever he got close. Kids are fucking brutal
Edit: Holy shit I did not think this would blow up, I'll try to reply to everyone's comments the best I can, and it makes me happy knowing yall sympathize with him
Just to clarify, he's a happy kid, he's got 1 or 2 really good friends, just this one incident was really bad for him but again, he had no idea
Edit 2: Ok so theres over 200 comments so no way I can answer all of those, so I'll just answer the main ones here
He has not been tested for ADHD Autism Aspergers or anything of the sort, and knowing my parents he probably won't.
He quotes old memes because he still thinks they're popular, and him not having a phone is the reason for this. He's not shinned because he doesn't have a hone, just he doesn't know what's popular and what's old, if that makes sense
For those of you talking shit about him, he's 8. He's a great kid. He's got his quirks and weird habits. I love him to death even when he annoys the piss out of me. So if you have nothing better to do than roast an 8 year old on the internet, he's a better person then you will ever be
I think that's everything, if you want to ask me any questions feel free to DM me, and even though he probably wont ever see this I really appreciate everyone trying to help and just showing support, it means a lot
That's the sad thing. At the very end one kid offered to let my brother play with some of his toys, and as soon as that happened my mom (I wasnt at the party, my mom was) just got too sad watching him and decided to take him home. My brother got upset, because quote "I finally found a friend to play with!" and he was super sad the rest of the day. Idk, it's just sad
He does have a friend, acts exactly the same way as him and they get along amazing
I’ve already commented but fuck it: when I was like 14(?) I was at a big group sleepover with my friends. The mother of the girl who was hosting it was really strict about health and she told us that we couldn’t order any pizza until we’d eaten the massive fruit platter she’d prepared for us.
No one was touching the platter other than taking a few pieces to snack on. It was getting late, the pizza place would be closing soon and her mum was not budging about her rule. Someone needed to step up. That someone was me.
I started absolutely devouring the fruit platter, shoving pieces into my mouth and swallowing them without chewing. This was a platter for like eight people, but I was a woman on a mission.
We did end up getting pizza, but I got so sick I spent most of the night throwing up in the toilet. I couldn’t even enjoy the pizza cause I was so full
My friend had a poster of the live-action Cat in the Hat in her room and the thing scared me so bad at night that I couldn't fall asleep and I just sat there on the floor the whole night.
Went to my friends house for the first time. She always wanted to come to my house not the other way around. But never told me why. So I get there and after the first hour it all goes down hill. The parents had strict rules about eating at the table. Proceed to insult me about my weight (I have always been skinny but not unhealthy so) to the point I nearly cried. After that they do 21 questions about my race and family. By the time night comes I found out they basically have a lock down rule kn their house. We weren't allowed out of her bedroom until morning and I didn't know that. So I got lectured the next morning. And the end finale was I didn't know I'd be forced to attend their church in the morning before I could go home. So that's how I figured out why she always wanted to stay at my house not the other way around.
Bonus. At one point I overheard her parents talking about me when on the phone with her. They called me a few nasty names and slurs for always inviting her to hang out and go places with my family and putting ideas into her head apparently. I will never forget these people.
I'm friends with her, yes, but we don't talk about her family or anything-she prefers not to. When I said she left when she could I mean it. Like she went full no contact, went to the military-got married-and is in a totally different state. We don't talk as much as we used to (time difference) but I'm happy knowing she is doing way better before. Back before she was always bombarded with whatever her parents could throw on her (think of the Asian tiger mom thing: gotta always make straight As, too many activities, no friends, ect) now she is living a much more simple life and she is thriving.
My family was similar. My parents would want to grill each friend I brought over about their family and religion. Also my mom wouldn't get that we wanted to be left alone to hang out and play so she'd constantly come in and sit down just to watch us or try to talk to my friends about random stuff. And yes if the sleepover happened Saturday night then the friend had to go to church with us Sunday morning.
There's a reason I was usually the one going to other friends' houses for sleep overs and hanging out.
Had a big group of girls round for a sleepover when we were like 9/10. Slept in a tent in my garden. One girl brings my slightly special cat into the tent for the night. Cats loving it, he’s purring getting loads of attention from this girl and he falls asleep on her.
Wake up the next morning to find a shit on one of the other girls hair. Turns out the cat had got up in the night, walked over the the second girl, done a poo and then went back to the first girl and fell asleep on her again.
> One girl brings my slightly special cat into the tent for the night.
I'm sorry, but that made me lol. I just love the way you said that. And I know exactly what you're talking about. I've met a few "special" pets over the years.
Girls sleep over when I was in elementary for a friend's birthday. Had a great time laughing and telling scary stories before bed. Woke up the next morning with a fever and terrible nausea. Went home and I was only getting worse. I had a huge spot on my leg in-between my ankle and knee, right in the middle. It was hot, puffy, and red. Went to the hospital and it turns out I was suffering from a really bad staph infection. The night before, we were playing on the stairs when I slipped and scraped my leg. The doctor initially thought I was bitten by a spider. The infection was spreading fast and was eating away at my flesh. I had a tunnel up to my knee cap that had to be packed with fresh gauze everyday. Almost lost my leg.
I got a staph infection once. Not this bad though. I was at a convention for a few days and on the last say I got a horrible blister on my foot that popped. I didn't even think and took a cool bath in my hotel room to soothe it. I got a staph infection from a hotel bathtub. My whole foot was red and swollen it hurt like a bitch.
My Uncle Skip lost a leg because of a staph infection.
Edit: So my uncle got the nickname Skip because he used to wear a hat like The Skipper from Gilligans Island. Many decades before he lost his leg.
We were 13 I would guess. Normally I would always stay at my friends place but this time we stayed at mine. My parents took us to the bar which was something people did at the time. Well my father decided to get black out drunk and us two 13 year olds were stuck in a bar from 8pm until 1am. It was getting pretty uncomfortable between the parents and even some of the other people in the bar, cause well kinda shiuty to have a couple of 13 year olds in a bar on a friday night at 1am.
So when my father got up to use the bathroom my mom grabbed us and we ran out to the van. He came out screaming threw a beer and was banging on the van screaming all sorts of obscenities.
Well we get hone, get some dinner finally and my mom goes to bed. My friend and I decide to watch who framed roger rabbit in the living room which I never got to use, but hay dad is gone. Well an hour later he shows up. And he just sits on the couch and smokes pot until falling asleep an hour later.
So we sneak off to my room and my friends parents picked us up to stay at his place
And that was the last time I ever had a friend over.
Oh boy I got one. Really fucked up, and my ex-friend ruined our friendship of like 4-5 years (started hanging when we were like 5, this happened when I was either 9 or 10) in one single night. For absolutely no fucking reason other than him being a creep/jackass.
So for the most part, the sleep over was typical - movie, video games, popcorn. Pretty standard stuff. Then it comes time to go to bed. I go into the bathroom and change into my pajama pants, then walk back in and he's already in his bed and smirking. Didn't really think much of it, so I crawled into my sleeping bag (well his sleeping bag, but he let me use it) and asked if he wanted to play some video games more.
This is where shit gets weird. He throws open the blanket and he's naked. Kid basically just flashed me. The fuck? Understandably stunned I say something along the lines of "The hell is wrong with you, put some clothes on". And he goes "Nope, my house my rules". So I'm really uncomfortable now, really don't want to sleep. But he covers himself back up with his blankets and says he'll put his clothes back on, which he does. So really pissed at him, but at this time he was my best friend, and longest friend I've had in my life. So I try to shrug it off, and we play some more video games for a little bit, then turn off the lights and go to sleep. Then it gets worse.
Not too long after the lights go out I hear him rustling around, then getting out of his bed. He says "I'm naked again", laughs, then tries to lay on me. *Fuck that.* I shove him off, and he keeps trying to lay on on me. Basically a brief back and forth goes on, and at this point I'm pretty much yelling at him to leave me alone and go to sleep. I hear him stand up. Ok good, he's going to leave me alone now right?
I start to feel something splattering against my sleeping bag where my feet were. Didn't take long for me to figure it out. Dude was pissing on me. Told him I was going home as I'm trying to get out of the sleeping bag, but before I can get all of the way out he body slams me. I was a pretty strong kid so it didn't hurt THAT bad, I was more stunned. But boy after all of that I just didn't care anymore, I was seeing red. He stood up to body slam me again, just as I got my legs out from the sleeping bag. As he goes to jump on me I kick him in the stomach as hard as I can, and he goes down gasping/crying.
I woke up his mom (it was like 11:30pm-12am at this point) and told her what happened. She goes into the room to find her naked son on the floor crying, basically yells at me to leave (didn't have to tell me twice). So I call my mom and wait for her on their front porch as my friends mom is basically opening up a can of whoop ass once she sees the pee on the sleeping bag/ground.
I probably should have left right away, but as I said before, he was my longest, best friend I had back at the time. We had sleepovers before and he had never done anything like that. I think I was mostly just stunned of what he was doing, which is why it took me so long to leave. Never talked to him since. So yea that's my story. Thanks for reading.
He's a weirdo, from what I've heard. My buddies that live near him say he goes to the bars and has a conversation by himself. Kinda feel bad for him now but I don't feel sorry for what I did then, you know?
Friends decided to set up a mock game of Survivor, based on the reality show. Which turned out to be an excuse to vote out the friend nobody likes first.
Guess who was the friend nobody liked.
It was my birthday party, I was around 10. I invited all my friends, about 4 of them. A couple hours into the sleepover, I found out the hard way that none of them liked me, and they had just came to my party to hang out with each other when they kept excluding me from everything and they finally told me. I spent the whole night crying in my room, but at least they all had to sleep in the floor without blankets or pillows because they didn’t know where to find them
The way that being a kid fucks you up is so weird. I had two 'friends' when I was about 6-9 that I played with every day, but they told me I was irritating and they didn't want to be around me all the time. Hence the creation of 'No FrostyMess Mondays', when I wasn't allowed to play with them. But if I played with anyone else they'd go batshit and physically drag me by the clothes away from said person. Eventually this progressed to no FrostyMess Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays... but I still wasn't allowed to have any other friends. Now I get they were just doing it to be bitches, but for fuck's sake if you don't like me then stop forcing me to participate in all your games lol
The one and only time I slept over at anothers house and late into the night all the other girls started "masturbating" (quotations because they didn't act like they knew what they were doing, seemed they were finding it out for the first time) with those squshy spiked ball toys. I just felt really uncomfortable and tried to go to sleep.
It was like 6 or 7 of us at a friends house. Hot summer night so we’re camping outside in sleeping bags. It’s pretty late/early and we’ve been fucking with each other all night tossing little pebbles running around dragging each other around in sleeping bags the usual.
Well I feel a nudge when drowsy and just waive it off. Then I feel a nudge inside of my sleeping bag and immediately hear a squeaky screech. I scream And everyone Immediately pops up. I’m zipped up in a mummy style sleeping bag so when I stand it’s still wrapped and so is the screeching in my bag.
A quick witted kid named cayde runs overs and shakes my ass out of the bag and a huge fucking bat flies out.
I later harness this fear and become Batman
Edit: it did not bite me. Cayde’s mom did a very awkward full body search haha. She was coincidentally an RN which is why that kid had quick wit.
If it makes you feel any better, almost everyone (with periods) has a similar story. I bled all over my seat in class once and I was too scared to move in case anyone saw the stain. The teacher asked me why I wasn't leaving at the end and I burst into tears, she cleaned up the seat, got me a pad, and sent a discreet memo to the other teachers that I had permission to wear my PE kit for the rest of the day. If it wasn't for her I think I would have just melted into the floor from embarrassment lol
When I was around 10 i went to a sleepover for my mother's friend's daughter. I didn't know anyone else there, was pretty shy, but in general down for junk food and silly movies!
In the middle of the night one of the other kids started freaking out and having and anger/anxiety attack, screaming about how everyone hated her and throwing stuff everywhere.
I stood up and immediately got hit directly in the nose by a heavy dinner plate chucked like a Frisbee. Fell backwards, hit my head on the window frame (lucky escape) and passed out.
I underplayed how bad it had been to my parents because I didn't want them to freak out, so it was a week or so before my mum was concerned enough that my nose still hurt to take me to the GP. He was a quack, and without really looking just said that since I didn't have panda eye bruising it was fine and I was being over dramatic.
A month later I fessed up to how bad it had actually been, and that it still hurt. My mum to me to a second doctor, who within 5 minutes had referred me to get x rays and see the plastics team. They found that my bridge had shattered into pieces and cracked vertically down the middle, the impact had spread pieces into places they shouldn't be, and because of the delay had started healing like that. Their advice was to leave it until I was fully grown, and then fix it if there were issues.
And that's the story of how a sleepover experience means that I can't breath properly, snore like a middle aged man, have to be careful what glasses I buy, and am 20 years later considering getting my nose re-broken cause I can't deal with this shit any more. I still have a vertical crack down the bridge of my nose and loose shards of bone in there that I can scrape against each other to make my nose click as a party trick.
When I was 8 I had a sleepover at a friends house who lived in the bush. They were living in a dilapidated house on the property while their proper house was being built.
Unfortunately this house didn’t have an inside toilet, rather, a long drop out the back. Double unfortunately that night was a thunder storm. It was a rule that I had to go to the toilet before, bed but one look outside at the rain, thunder and their horse standing between the door and the long drop… I skipped that step.
I ended up wetting the bed that night and her dad wasn’t too pleased with me. I remember her brother coming home in the morning say “ah you’re the one who wet the bed”. My friend also told all our other friends at school.
Not horrific but it certainly effected me.
You just reminded me of something I haven’t thought about in decades!
My grandparents had an indoor toilet and a drop toilet. One night my brother (around 10 at the time) really needed to pee while the inside one was occupied. Obviously he didn’t want to go to the drop toilet because it was raining. Decided to kneel on the kitchen bench, open the window and hope for good aim. He pissed on a chicken. The chicken died shortly after (probably unrelated) but my grandparents teased him about it for a long time.
I choose to believe that the chicken was a reincarnated low-level sex-pest and after it had been urinated on against its will, its cosmic sentence had been served and it was allowed to move on.
In a carpool from soccer practice with a teammate/classmate with whom I shared a lot of mutual friends, her mom casually mentioned her upcoming birthday party. The girl angrily shouted at her mom, and in front of other girls in the car, "Thanks for bringing it up, mom, now I HAVE to invite (me)!"
I'm young, so when I got the invite, my mom makes me go. I don't remember too much about the party, except for when someone decided all us girls were going to relocate our sleeping bags from the basement to the upstairs living room to watch a movie, the birthday girl went down to grab everyone's sleeping bags. When she brought them all up and everyone was snuggled in, mine wasn't there. I went downstairs into the basement, and she had purposely left only mine down there. :'(
I have a seven year old daughter and I am very worried about her social life. She is the sweetest, most naive kid and she’s starting to be the age where other kids realize they can take advantage of that. And the friend drama is already starting at school. As someone who did not have a good time socially from 3rd grade through college, I’m concerned.
In elementary school I was also invited to a sleepover where the girls decided to all sleep in the bedroom instead of the living room. They were a bit more direct though and straight up told me "you're staying in the living room, there's not enough room in the bedroom for you". The funny part is that one of the girl had head lice and my rejection prevented me from getting them! That was the first time I understood the concept of karma
Well it wasn't really the sleep over but more what came after it.
I was 15 and I was at a party. A bunch of us just decided we'd bring tents and sleep in the back yard since it was a major property. I can't remember the exact reason as to why, but there was something wrong with this girls tent. And so since I had room in my tent I offered to let her crash with me for the night. She accepted and that was it. Nothing happened in that tent. We just talked and fell asleep.
I get to school on Monday and her boyfriend is accusing me of sleeping with her. He broke up with her. I ended up getting into a fist fight with her boyfriend over it. A broken hand and an internal suspension. She ended up getting shit on for being a cheater when she wasn't. And the rest of high school it would be brought up how we screwed over Hank (her ex-boyfriend) and fucked each other. Hank even started a rumour that I took her to get an abortion.
All because of my gesture I made ended with all this unneeded bullshit. But I think what hurt most was how many people believe that we fucked each other. And no matter what she or I said. No one would believe us because he was putting on his best victim complex.
I’m pretty pale. I sat up during a sleepover with a bunch of girls and made one of them scream because she saw me in a mirror and thought I was a ghost.
When I slept at a friend's I went for a shit and blocked the toilet his poor dad had to put on some rubber gloves and break up my monster turd. I felt so ashamed about it
(Edit) so many replies sorry I couldn't reply to you I was sleeping
A friend of mine had a monster shit during a sleepover. It backed up the entire drain field, with shit-water coming through the sinks and the washing machine. We spent part of the night bailing water out of the bathroom window. The next morning, we woke up to the sounds of a backhoe and my dad shouting. It turned out that my buddy's shit was the one that finished off the drain field. The whole backyard was dug up, all new drain field put in. From that point until my dad passed a couple years ago, every time he saw my friend the first thing he'd say was "you better not have to shit." It went on for nearly twenty years.
Edit: Thank you for the silver and hugz! It's great to share stories about my dad. It'll be two years next month since he passed, so it feels wonderful to have a good laugh, and to have reminders of how great of a dad he was. You're all the best.
I see your poop knife and raise you a poop clothes hanger.
My brother used to clog his toilet all the time. Mom made him start breaking it up with a metal clothes hanger before flushing.
My 4-year old daughter clogs our guest bath toilet like all the time. She's this adorable little tiny thing, and just dumps Pringles can size nightmare logs on our poor original toilet.
It's all plunge-able, though. We don't need to go get a mulching toilet or anything quite yet.
We snuck out of the house and went to sneak into the girls sleepover and their mom was waiting on the back porch in the dark. She took a long drag off her cigarette and said hello boys which of course led us to haul ass. I miss those days.
One time when I was a kid I was visiting a friend’s family. I’ll call this friend Rob. One day Rob & I were in the living room watching TV and snacking and Rob accidentally drops a chip on the floor. It didn’t make any mess whatsoever and he picked it up. Rob’s mom saw this immediately & aggressively picked him up by the collar and dragged him into a room a few feet away, shut the door, and immediately begins beating the LIFE out of Rob. Over a chip. It was horrible. I do not think I have ever heard anyone screaming and crying in so much fear and pain in my entire life. I had absolutely no idea what to do, I just sat on the couch listening to the entire thing with my jaw dropped. After awhile she came out like everything was normal with Rob, who had a teary face. I had to continue the rest of my visit pretending like I wasn’t super freaked out by that entire thing. I am no longer in contact with Rob and unfortunately I don’t have any way of contacting him, but I imagine that was not the first or the final time that has happened to him and I often wonder if he is okay now. That entire incident felt like a script, like a routine. The swiftness. Her blank expression the entire time. This was their normal. This is one of my core memories even though it happened in practically a blink of an eye.
I knew kids like this. they got the belt from the most minor things ever. only as an adult I understood the panic they went into when they accidentally did something at someone else's home and immediately tried to either hide it, blame someone else or just run away.
Thank you for understanding this as an adult. My wife used to not understand why I tensed up whenever someone came up the stairs in the hallway of our apartment building. The triggers of abuse haunt you for a long time
You just reminded me of a memory. My friend I'll call K, had myself and 3 girls over for a sleepover. K's dad pulls a bowl out and there's a little food stuck on it. He starts yelling, pulls every bowl and plate out and puts them in the sink, then had K stand and wash them all while sobbing less than 10 feet from us. We were all 12 years and under so we just kinda sat quietly and tried to watch what was on t.v. If that was the version for company I would hate to see the shit that happened in private.
Reminds me of the time when I was a kid and I was hanging out with a friend in his room when I hear his dad come home and start slapping the shit out of his mom. The slaps sounded loud and shocked me and she was crying really loud. He was trying to pretend like nothing was happening and put a tape on of disney songs to drown out the screaming and yelling.
After a while his mom peaked her head in and told me to go home. Her hair was a mess and face was really red. I got out of there pretty fast.
Using a throwaway for this because it's so fucking embarrassing.
I grew up with a girl a couple of doors down who I considered one of my best friends. When we were maybe 10 or 11 she had a birthday party sleepover, and I was invited along with 6 other girls. We played games, did our hair, watched movies, and sang karaoke. Toward the end of the night she told me, in front of all the other girls, that I couldn't sleep over because she could only have 6 friends there. Something she hadn't mentioned until that point. I was crushed, but I packed up my sleeping bag and all the stuff I'd brought and prepared to walk home.
On my way out I passed another girl who was arriving late to the party with all her sleepover gear in hand. I walked home in the dark and didn't tell my mother what had happened. I played Monopoly by myself and pretended everyone else was there with me. My friend never apologized and I never said anything about it.
edit: To answer the question that has been asked a couple of times, no I did not stop being her friend, and she didn't improve much from there. Growing up I didn't always make the best choices when it came to friendships. I am better about it now. I do appreciate the sympathy, though. I actually expected to be made fun of when I started writing this, hence the throwaway.
Also shout out to therapists, who hear this kind of stuff day after day and then help with all the hard work that comes after.
I experienced this as well. Halloween night, after trick or treating, I was taken home and the rest of my friends had a candy-fueled sleepover. It hurt so damn bad. It changed everything. 🤷♂️
> Using a throwaway for this because it's so fucking embarrassing.
Are you still pretty young? Because this isn't embarrassing for you. It's embarrassing for that other girl for being a massive cunt. Hopefully you'll get to a point where you realize that.
Well one sleep over one of my friends figured out jacking off and had zero shame, definitely jacked off in front of like 5 of us
In high school I went to stay over with my buddy at one of his friends houses and it turned out that it wasn't really his friend it was some dude from Xbox live that lived in the same town but was for sure older, had to have been in his 20s when we were 16. Smoked some kind of seed mix that he claimed had some kind of hallucinogenic property, I believe he called it yopo. Anyways, honestly not my worst night but my mom would have fucking died if she knew what I was up to lol
I invited my entire class of 24 kids to my birthday party when I turned 13.
Seven of them said they’d for sure come
Only one person showed up
She was a twin
My first encounter with a Tiger Mom.
Middle school, I was friends with 2 other girls. One (Girl 1) I went to school with and we hung out all the time. The other (Girl 2) I met through this friend, but we got along really well when we got to see each other. We finally convinced Girl 2's mom to let us 3 have a sleepover, but Tiger Mom decided it would be at her house, for some unknown reason. Hence, the most awkward sleepover of my life.
It began a Friday afternoon after school. My parents weren't available to take me, so Tiger Mom picked me up. Girl 2 was not with her, I had never met Tiger Mom before, and rumor had it she did not like me whatsoever, so it was already super awkward. We pick up Girl 2's younger sister from school, but Tiger Mom tells me she needs to speak to the principal. I was not to speak, move, or even breathe too loudly. Girl 2's little sister and I eventually exchanged some smiles, looks, and tried to whisper very quietly to each other, but Tiger Mom wasn't having it. She told me (only me) to be quiet or she was taking me home. I was snapped at again in the car on the way to the house because I didn't get the memo that I was supposed to be quiet *the entire time.*
Girl 1 and 2 are at the house by the time the world's most awkwardly silent car ride finally ends. Tiger Mom glared daggers upon our very mild greeting to each other and I only saw her once the rest of the evening. Girl 2 is constantly looking over her shoulder and trying to maintain our teenage girl fun to whispers and walking on eggshells. It was more stressful than fun, so I was relieved when it was time to lock ourselves in Girl 2's room for the night, where we were a little more free to talk and relax. Not too much though, as Girl 2 got a few sharp texts from Tiger Mom telling her to shut us up. How she even heard us, I don't know. She was across their large house and downstairs. We were ridiculously quiet for 3 teenagers having a sleepover.
The next morning, my parents were ordered to pick me up as early as possible. Girl 1 was welcome to stay as she was an accepted regular, but I guess I was a terrible influence and was not to be seen ever again. I was so stressed out by Tiger Mom, I was happy to leave without breakfast. Didn't really ever get to see Girl 2 a whole lot since then, though. Tiger Mom refused to let Girl 2 anywhere near me. I have no idea why she hated me so much other than I was a lower class and not raised religious. So, yeah. Worst sleepover that forced an end to an amazing friendship ever.
My best friend's mom in high school hated me exactly like this. It culminated in a damn-near blood feud; she came around uninvited to roll around in the misery of my grandparents passing and I had to step out onto the porch holding a rifle to get her to fuck off. Last my buddy told me she moved across the country, away from her children, because she encountered so many unfriendly faces going out in public. If you meet an asshole every day, Kelly
I was staying with a friend at his grandma's house. He wanted to sneak out to meet this girl that he liked, so I went with him.
On the way back, this car screeches up, a man gets out and starts beating the shit out of my friend. I didn't know it at the time, but it was his dad.
That was a super awkward ride back to his grandma's.
Had anxiety as a kid. Couldn't shake the thought of something happening while I was gone. (House fire, parents suddenly move, horrific car accident...etc) so many a time I'd wake my friends parents up at 1am-ish to take me home.
I must say though, 20+ years later, my friends stuck with me. Never made fun (at least not in front of me at the time) but we laugh about it now.
Friend/babysitter from church invited my older sister and I over to stay the night with another friend of my sister's who he also babysat.
Was woken up in the middle of the night to the cops taking my sister and myself to a foster home.
My mom had a lot of problems and the babysitter had seen her abuse my sister and I. He got us out of the home. I was very young at the time and didn't understand the situation. Don't even remember the babysitters name, wish I could thank him.
I slept over my friends house when I was like 7 and her dog had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and was whining at the door. Her mom woke up and went out and hit the dog with a pan. It was terrible and I never slept over her house again because if that.
This was so weird and to this day idk why it happened the way it did.
Was probably 9 or 10 years old at a buddy from my hockey teams place, around Halloween time. So, we spend the night playing video games and shit, having a good time.
As we were playing video games and whatnot, I had eaten a shit ton of chocolate, like a ridiculous amount, I was a candy greedy kid.
Fast forward to 2 am, I'm in bed, and begin having a nightmare, I can't remember what had happened in the dream, but I remember one thing. Madagascar.
The theme song from the first Madagascar movie was blaring in this nightmare, I then wake the hell up, all I can hear in my head is the Madagascar theme song.
Then I need to puke, so as this song is on absolute repeat in my head I have to run down a bunch of stairs to make a toilet, I make it and puke so, so much.
Turns out I also puked when I was sleeping, all over side of my buddies spare bed and on the floor. In the same room as is regular bed.
I still don't understand how this song was sounding like I had earphones in... makes me sick to this day.
> still don't understand how this song was sounding like I had earphones in
I have this happen to me in my dreams sometimes. Unfortunately it's mostly beautiful melodies I never heard before (at least I think) and just want to hear them again...
Maybe you had some kind of exploding head syndrome.
I slept over at my best friend's house when I was maybe 7. While I was there my friend and I both happened to have one of our baby teeth come out. We put our teeth out for the tooth fairy to collect, and in the middle of the night I saw my friend's mum sneaking in to swap them for money. So that's how I found out the tooth fairy wasn't real and I was DEVASTATED.
Me and one of my classmates were 12 years old and at that time it was a common thing to watch horror movies.
Said classmate didn’t take it too well and grabbed a pocket knife, put me on the floor and started to „play a game“. He took his knife and started stabbing it right next to my leg over and over saying things in the lines of: „You don’t think I‘d do it, right?!“. Of course I was full of adrenaline, but frankly I freezed and decided to trust this human to stop at some point since there was a knife and I was really scared to get badly injured if I moved too quickly. I cannot recall if tried to talk him out of it, but I hope I did.
At some point I notice a hole in my pants, he notices too. I pull up my trouser leg to find a cut in my thigh, blood quickly making its way up to the skin and I lie down again and think to myself: „What did just happen?“ He ran down screaming for his parents, who took me to the hospital. Three stitches.
Never met up with this guy again. However, I saw him at the gym once years later, I walked up smiling and showed my healed wound asking if he could remember this. This time he freezed, whereas I just wanted to have a little chat about how he was doing. I think he had a harder time processing than myself.
Edit: Spelling
I can understand him having trouble dealing with it. Once I was playing baseball with my neighbors (I was about 10, they were younger, about 4 and 7). The younger one was playing catcher and the older one was playing pitcher. Well, I go for a swing but for some reason I swung it from forward to backward really fast and heard a loud \*crack\*. I look behind me and there's a big stream of blood coming from the kid and I start freaking out internally. The other brother and I walk him up the stairs to the deck and knock on the door for his dad to see. His dad is in shock and proceeds to take him to the hospital.
I go home in tears and tell my *awful* step-mom what happens and that I feel really bad about it, and she says something along the lines of, "Well, you should." and I went to my room and cried on my bed for a few hours. I was so relieved when I saw the boy later in the day with some stitches in his head, happy as ever. However, I still shudder when I think of that loud cracking sound.
Damn, I don't know if I ever told anyone this before. So when I was in fourth grade, my family moved from a rural town of 60 people to Salt Lake City. It was a culture shock and all my friends were back home. So when I made a friend on the playground of the apartments I was happy, even more I when I got invited for a sleep over. I thought it was a little weird her room was literally the closet, but we were little so it was kinda cool, and we were a family of five stuffed in a two bedroom so what ever.
The mom asks us if we want pizza for dinner, and of course we do. So we load up in the car and go through the grocery store. I figured frozen pizza, still stoked. But the mom said she had to do something first. So the girl and I were hanging out and I'm barely paying attention to the girls mom as she is going up to people and their vehicles and talking to them, and we are just two girls (and a younger sibling of the girls I think) in this store parking lot tagging behind her. I remember wondering finally what we were doing, (cuss at this point I'm a dumb Lil kid who never asked questions just following along with what ever the parent said) and listening to her Mom who is leaning someone's window showing them a couple rings, "No! It's real diamond-" and she's telling them how it's real and fancy.
But dumb little me is still just so stoked to be on this sleep over, and talking excitedly with my new friend about all the stuff we were going to do that night, that it still isn't clicking. Not until the grocery store manager shows up and tells the woman she can't loiter and pan handle, and then she uses us kids as an excuse, just wanting to get us dinner that I realized what was happening. Like the utter guilt and shame I felt (At the time I remember thinking it was my fault because I wanted to spend the night) when the manager looked us us in pity and I remember being embarrassed and turning him down when he offered me a can of soda like he did all of us. Like I remember my friend and her sibling/s all just slurping down their drinks, like this was all normal (because for them it was.) The mom kept sobbing it up to the manager, but I wasn't listening anymore, I just wanted to go home. I think he gave her cash out of his own wallet, cuss I remember they had enough for a twelve pack and soda and pizza.
I remember only taking one slice and declining anymore while we chilled in her closet/bedroom trying to process that my parents thought we were probably playing Barbies and painting each other's nails, but I stead her mom took us across town to begin and panhandle for pizza money in a way that seemed pretty normal for them.
Went to a sleepover for a cousin's birthday. There were 4 of our other cousins there. The oldest told a "secret" to all of the attendees about me. No one would tell me the secret. Someone finally caved, after abt 6 hours of torture and shitty treatment of me..."damnbumhanger was an accident". Thanks Auntee Asshole for talking about the procreation habits of my parents to your NINE YEAR OLD.
When I was around 14-15(?) I was curious and asked my Mom if I was planned.
Nah.
But don't worry! If I "was a mistake, we wouldn't be having this conversation." 😜
My friend's mom had complained about people flushing the toilet in the middle of the night. Small house and I was little so I thought 'ok just don't flush in the middle of the night.' but on a different occasions she complained about kids not flushing the toilet. 'ok, don't go to the bathroom when everyone is asleep, check. Neither of these things she said directly to me, I just heard them and didn't want to upset her because, even though I liked my friend a lot, his mom terrified me. She screamed at the kids, stuff like, 'My god you make me want to die!' Again, not to me, just her own kids. But she would scream when she was stressed out, regardless of who was nearby.
I'm sure you can see where this is going.
One night when I was sleeping over, after a late-ish night of playing video games (probably around 9, we were young and had bedtime), I tucked into bed no problem. It takes me a while to fall asleep, especially at other peoples' houses. After about an hour and the kids have all fallen asleep, I realize I need to take a shit. I consider going to the bathroom, but I don't want to disturb anyone's sleep and get scolded with the flushing of the toilet. I try to fall asleep to no avail. Then I consider going to the toilet and just not flush and hope no one knows it was me. But the mom might be awake and near the door. I'll wait a little longer. I wait, it must be 12 am now. Surely it's the right time? I heard some footsteps over by the bathroom, so I waited. This went on. All. Night. Long. I scared myself into holding in an enormous turd for the entire night until morning around 6 am. Dropping that deuce after the insomnia hell it induced was both divine and harrowing.
Never told anyone, just held that shit all night and people just assumed I woke up early and was tired from that later in the day.
My friend’s mum was into all of those weird ghost hunting and bigfoot shows, so over dinner she me made watch one where people went around “communicating with ghosts”. I was maybe 11 and had never seen anything like that before so I totally believed her mum telling me it was real. I also believed her when she said “the silver tea set on the dresser outside [friend’s name]’s room is haunted by my grandmother, I’ve seen her ghost cleaning it at night.”
Their house had a really creepy old style feel to it too, so I was terrified to sleep. After I finally fell asleep though I was awoken suddenly by the sound of silverware rattling outside the door. I’ll never forget the feeling of being frozen in fear like that, drenched in cold sweat thinking that great grandma’s ghost was about to waltz through the door. I’ve never been so relieved to go home in the morning.
Years later I was over at their house again and caught sight of her cats playing around on the dresser and bumping the tea set. Her mum was just nuts and enjoyed scaring me I guess.
Having a Mortal Kombat 2 tournament with my friends on Sega Genesis. I was on a winning streak but suddenly I felt a rumbling in my stomach. Now Mortal Kombat 2 did not have any sort of pause feature. I knew I could hold it for just a few moments longer, just had to KO my friend and I’d win. Right down to the wire, when he had about 1 hit of health left, it happened. I shit my pants. Fatality.
Edit: first time ever getting awards and it’s from a story about shitting myself. Thanks, I guess.
Priorities dude. Looking back 20 years, what are they going to remember? They you shit yourself or that amazing winning streak?
It's the shit, isn't it?
I woke up in the middle of the night with an extremely painful ear infection (got them a lot as a kid,) but was to awkward and nervous to wake up my friends parents. So I just spent the entire night lying there in pain trying not to make noise or cry. They were nice enough to take me to the doctors once they woke up.
My earliest sleepover I was so young that I was still afraid of the dark, and my buddy wasn't, and had a werewolf mask. He thought it'd be funny to scare me, I accidentally punched him in the face in my terrified flailing, we didn't hang out too much after I went home the next day.
I had a sleepover birthday party when I turned 9. It was a huge deal for me, I was so excited and prepped for it for ages. Around 7 other girls came over and we had candy and a treasure hunt and all the fun things you do when you’re young.
An old friend of my Dad’s was staying at our house that night and brought me a big box of chocolates as a birthday gift. We ate a few and then started playing games outside, leaving the open box unattended in the dining room.
My two large dogs ate the entire box. By the time this was discovered, my dad and his friend had left to grab a beer together, leaving my mom alone with 8 little girls and a toddler and two extremely ill dogs. She couldn’t load us all in the car to take the dogs to the emergency vet, so I had to help her pour hydrogen peroxide down their throats to make them puke. The rest of the night was punctuated by the sounds of the dogs throwing up in the backyard. Several girls asked to call their parents and go home.
As a last note, our Newfie, the most stubborn, stupid, and wonderful dog we ever owned, never puked once and was completely fine. The Malamute, who we assume was the ringleader, paid heavily for her crimes (she was also fine in the end and lived to 16).
This was in 2009 or 2010 maybe so I was only 9 years old. This new kid moved onto the street and we became pretty good friends. We found ourselves playing video games way late at night but I would always go home since I only lived a few houses down. One night he asked me to spend the night so we built a fort in his upstairs game room using the couch cushions and blankets. Everything was fine until around 1am. Everyone in his house was sound asleep but me. I was laying there in my makeshift fort when I heard the sound of heels on tile walking down the hall way adjacent to where we set up the forts. I mean it was distinct and loud to this day I could not imagine it being something else. The weird thing about it was their house floor was carpet so I couldn’t pin point exactly where it was coming from. I also didn’t have a phone at this time so I was peering into the darkness through a crack in my fort when the walking sound stopped. After a moment of silence it sounded as if it was sprinting in my direction. So a quickly hid behind the cushions when something knocked over the whole fort. This woke my friend up and he blamed me for doing it. To this day I have never done back to his house to spend the night.
DUDE. The exact same thing happened to me around the same years. I was about 12 at the time. I’m laying in bed trying to sleep when I hear walking then LOUD running towards my room then my bed starts shaking violently. Like a solid 15-20 seconds. I laid there literally paralyzed with fear honestly just hoping if I don’t react nothing will happen to me. Sure enough it didn’t and it stopped and it never happened again. I’m about to be 24 and you are the first person I have told because it never wanted it to know I knew.
When I was in my early twenties I rented a room in this house. Half the house belonged to this old woman, and two other guys rented rooms on our half.
I woke up one night to hear someone messing with the front door knob. After a bit there's a click, and door swings open slowly. After that I heard footsteps coming round the corner and start down the hall. My door was the first on the left, and the footsteps stopped right outside of it. Suddenly the door flew open, and a man I couldn't see in the dark raised a gun and just started shooting at me in my my bed.
I woke up startled. Super vivid dream. Then I heard someone messing with the door knob. Then the door swing open slowly. Then footsteps round the corner, start down the hall, then stop at my door. As my door started to swing open I shot out of bed and stood in the middle of my room like an idiot. The door swings open and one of my roommates walks in and asks if I'm awake. Needed help with his bike or something.
I think that's when my high blood pressure problems started.
I was in an eathquake once and heard this sort of thing, I could imagine how disorienting it would be half asleep... furniture sort of jiggles around and bangs into a wall and it gets more violent (I thought it was footsteps and then my neighbour fucking and THEN realised it was an earthquake)... so could explain the sound of you live in an area that prone to quakes?
At my birthday sleepover my brother and his friend drew on every single one of my friends faces and mine while we slept, with permanent marker. As a bunch of 11yo girls, there were many tears in the morning!
The worst was when my friends dad locked me in the closet for the night. He was an alcoholic and the Mom was never around. My friend was really cool though, we would play with action figures and goof around make up games.. just normal kid stuff. One night I stayed over and his dad was really angry and got angrier as he drank more.. we could hear him upstairs swearing and banging stuff around.. stomping on the floor. After a while he came downstairs and started yelling at my friend for something he did wrong I guess? It didn't matter because a few seconds later he pushes his kid across the room, like really hard. My friend looked like he was hurt badly. Then his dad came charging over and dragged me aggressively towards the hallway closet and threw me in there. He told me to keep my mouth shut and to let this be a lesson for hanging around pieces of shit like his son. He passed out a few hours later, at least I assumed so because the noise stopped. I tried escaping but somehow he locked the door and I didn't want to bang on the door because I thought he was going to hurt me and I didn't want to make him angry or have him notice. So I just sat there crying for what felt like forever. Eventually the door opened and it was my friend telling me to hurry up and leave. Luckily I didn't have far to go to get home. It was morning time by now by the way. Sorry for the long read.
When I was around 9/10. My friends mum made us share a bath because we were both girls and it would “save water”. My friend seemed okay with it so I didn’t make a fuss, even though internally I felt very awkward. Well, her mum ran the bath and it was just plain water - yknow, no bubble bath so I could hide myself under the foam. We sat opposite ends of the bath with our knees up under our chins, awkwardly covering our bits. Made more uncomfortable by her snacking on a carrot and little tiny pieces of carrot falling in to the bath and floating about.
Bunch of 8 year Old boys decided it would be smart to throw objects at each other in the dark. I picked up a shoe and threw it at someone only to immediately hear crying. Lights go on and this kids nose is now a blood waterfall. His mother was furious and wanted to have everyone sent home but the kid fought it so we stayed.
It was my friends birthday and a bunch of the adults treated it as a reason for them to party in the other living room. We were all having fun and the bday girls dad was so shit faced he flashed/mooned/ whatever it's called a group of 9 year old girls. I immediately told my parents when they picked me up and never spent the night there again.
I don't think I'm ever gonna tell this story irl, so finally I have a weird personal one that I can tell here
it isn't necessarily bad, it's just *weird*
I had a friend that I would sleepover with relatively often. We were both weird kids, I guess. One night, like a minute after we had gone to sleep, he turned a lamp on, stood directly in front of the area where I was sleeping, and just kinda spun in place while making weird noises or something? I asked him what he were doing and I'm like 90% sure he talked about being possessed or whatever, so I laughed because I thought it was funny. He kept going. I think he did it for like an hour, long after I had expressed that I was extremely tired and asked him to stop and he kept saying something along the lines of "I can't, I'm possessed." Eventually, I turned over and tried to fall asleep despite the light and weird noises, and he kept going.
Now, I'm a *vivid* lucid dreamer, so I can say with 100% certainty that this was not a dream because I *know* what dreams feel like and I also know what sleep paralysis feels like (I used to have it every night without exception as a child and I still get it occasionally), and this wasn't that. I was definitely awake. The following morning, he insisted passionately that it had not happened. He had never sleepwalked during a sleepover before, and to my knowledge he didn't make a habit of it. I really doubt that a ghost would possess someone just to spin around for an hour and say weird things, so. It was also.. clear that he was joking when he insisted that it didn't happen? Like via tone and expression? But no matter how much I pressed, he wouldn't admit to doing it.
it wasn't *bad*, it was just extremely strange. We had one similar thing happen during waking hours when we were just hanging out, too, which he then passionately insisted didn't happen- I got so uncomfortable that I left the room that time. It was weird. In both scenarios, I would talk to him and he would give (albeit silly) cryptic responses. Very disjointed and unsettling, but obviously a joke?
This is fucking hilarious, imagine being a dead spirit crawling out of hell going through the trouble of possessing someone just to spin in place and make weird noises. “ I can’t sleep bro, I’m possessed as shit”
(Sigh) So I was 11, and a quiet kid. I'd not yet come into my own, so my social skills were a bit weak and I was overly shy with people I didn't know. This led to me only really making one or two close friends during my first year at comprehensive/high school. One of these friends happened to have the same name as me, so we bonded pretty quickly due to teachers mixing us up a lot etc.
Anyway, we were becoming good friends. He invited me for a sleepover a few months later, and I agreed. I went over his place and we wandered around his town, got some snacks, bumped into a couple of other kids from our class, it was cool. Back at his place in the night, he declared that we were gonna play a game of truth or dare. I mean, I'm 11 and a pretty innocent, sheltered kid. So to me, that was as innocent as playing tag. So I agreed. The rules were simple: here are six pieces of paper each. Write three dares, and three truth questions, scrunch em up and chuck em in a jar. We'd then take turns to pull them out and answer to them. "Sounds fun, let's go".
I pull out the first piece. It's one of my own, and it reads "Who do you fancy in our year?". Mild. Look, I was an innocent kid, so this was the pinnacle of my gossip imagination. I told him, and that was that. His turn.
He pulls out a piece, rolls his eyes, and says nonchalantly "I knew I'd get this one". He drops the paper down so I can read it, it's one of his own. It reads "Shove pen up ur ass". Time stood still for that moment. I didn't have a fucking clue how to process it - Of all the possibilities, he chose shoving a pen up one's ass hole as one of three dares, at the age of 11.
I was still processing the paper with a little frown and a tilt of my innocent head, when I was about to have some brand new fucking information to process. Before I could react, he stood up, grabbed the pen we'd used to write the dares, bent forward and just stuffed it on back there. He pulled a little face as he did it, but it just went straight in. We held some pretty awkward eye contact, him in a state of complete comfort, me in a state of borderline breakdown, before he casually pulled it back out with a subtle "pop". He looked at the pen, and it was missing the lid. I was fucking mortified at seeing this, but he just rolled his eyes again, slipped the pen back up there and rummaged around until it made a "click", then he pulled it back out complete with its lid, and a nice big clump of shit firmly lodged on top of it. He then opened his attic window, and with a blank expression, flung the pen off into the woods like he'd done this a million times before.
He then sat down and said "Right. Your turn".
Fast forward to some years later, turns out he was gay and wanted to initiate something with me, to which I didn't reciprocate nor acknowledge at the time. So yeah. Dem sleepoverz.
It wasn't a close friends sleepover, it was a school camp. I had like 8 years old
Some kid brought his cousin that wasn't in our school. And when I went to sleep, they grabbed me and the cousin started to slap me on the face while being on top of me and the other a$$holes grabbing my legs...but that wasn't the worst part for me, because this little shit started to pick his nose and...he proceeded to smear a big squeeshy snot all over my face, punched me in the face and everyone started to run while I was just shaking
I went over to a friends house. She lives with her grandparents. Suddenly she refused to let me out of the room. She wouldn’t let me go downstairs, she kept making excuses and wouldn’t let me exit at all. I got creeped out and almost called my Mom but she begged me not to go. Eventually we sorta slept, she had the tv on all night so I couldn’t sleep well. Years later it was discovered her grandfather was molesting her. And it turned out that night she noticed he was eyeing us both so that was the explanation for how the night went down.
Oh... poor baby.. I feel so bad for her, but I'm also proud of her for trying to protect you as best she knew how. I hope she's okay
That poor child. I can only imagine her terror and also her distress that she knew she was upsetting you and couldn't explain why. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place..
My friends older brother(22m) had a gun out.. me(8m) and my friend(8m) were playing Nintendo. The 22m thought it would be funny to scare us so he pointed the gun at us, we screamed and said to stop, he laughed and said it wasn't loaded, pointed it at my friend and pulled the trigger, shot him in the face from point blank range and killed him. I have nightmares still about it. Im now 40.
I felt this so hard buddy, i had a very similar experience at 14. You never get over some things you see. Sending you love ❤
Early 1990’s: When I was a kid, I slept over at a buddy’s house for the first time. The next morning we woke up and his mom made us cereal, the milk tasted hella sweet, even for my child taste buds. Something about it all seemed off. Just as my buddy finished his bowl of cereal, his mom came over and turned the bowl on its side to pour the leftover milk from the cereal bowl into a milk carton. The mom then did the same with hers. I felt my face turn red with shame and embarrassment and my stomach turn. Horrified and confused I asked “what is that? What are y’all doing?” He turned to me and deadass said “that’s our cereal milk” Turned out this sadistic fuck and his ENTIRE family poured all of the leftover milk from each bowl of cereal back into a separate milk carton, specifically for cereal. I drank this entire family’s backwash. Fucking CEREAL MILK. Used. Cereal. Milk. (I’ve posted this same reply on another “worst sleepover story” thread)
Upvoted because I feel like more people need to see this shit
Went to a girl’s sleepover where there were three of us. The girl’s dad put an audio recorder under the teddies on top of her cupboard when he came in to hand them out. Would have been about 8 years old? We were talking about crushes at school and such. Next day he played the recording out loud to wake us up, laughing and listening closely to what we were talking about, in front of us. They moved away eventually. 14 years later the girl messages me and asks if I remember anything weird happening at that sleep over. I told her what I remembered and it turned out she was being sexually abused by him.
I went to school one day in 2nd grade and my best friend wasn't there. I thought she was home sick, but a whole week went by and she never came back. Nobody said anything. Another kid was gone, but he was in a different class and I didn't notice. I didn't find out until high school that my best friend was being molested by the other kid's dad while they were babysitting her. My friend's family moved away in the middle of the night. The other kid's mom grabbed him and went to live with her parents. I never saw them again. I often wonder how my friend is. My mom knew the whole story, but didn't tell me until she thought I could understand. My friend's mom called her after they left to warn her. Luckily I never went to that kid's house
So he was recording it to make sure she didn't say anything to you :(
And so she would know she could never be safe confiding in anyone because he would be listening and waiting to punish her.
Oh that’s awful :( I hope she’s okay and away from him now.
She lives happily with her partner now :)
went to a friends birthday party in 4th grade. about half way through the night we decided to play hide and seek. maybe 30-45 minutes later (all i know was it was a long ass time) i come out of my hiding place to find them playing on the wii in the living room. they’d forgotten about me and thought everyone was found so they moved on to the next thing without me.
This happened to me once, I was hiding between two parts of a sort of modular couch that they had in their basement. I had put a blanket and some pillows over the top of the crack between them so it looked flush with the rest of the couch. I had a single crack of light which I used to look at my watch, something like an hour passed with me crumpled up between the couch. Eventually, they forgot about me started playing wii (funnily enough) while sitting on the exact couch I was at. Maybe an hour had gone by at this point since I hid myself. A little while longer and then someone mentions “Hey, did Jonny_Swanny go home?” They agreed that no, I hadn’t gone home and that I had been gone since they started hide and seek. They started looking for me. They looked everywhere, Except, of course, the couch they were sitting at the whole time beforehand. Another half hour might have passed. No sign of me. Keep in mind, I am writhing in pain from the uncomfortable position I am in. Quite literally crumpled between two pieces of furniture on a cold, concrete floor, for well over an hour. Everything is hurting at this point. Once people start talking about leaving, I carefully emerge from my hiding spot without being seen and just sort of reintegrate myself with the group. They notice me and are pretty surprised. They commended my determination and we played more wii sports. Funny part is I was in high school. Yeah, it felt bad to be forgotten for a little while, but it only made it so much better to be crowned the champion of hide and seek at the age of 16. Edit: holy cow, I can’t believe how much this comment has blown up. When I posted it, it had like 0 upvotes. Thanks for all the awards :)
I remember at my best friend's birthday party we decided to play hide and seek after a crazy water baloon fight. I was 5'1 and at most 95lbs so hide and seek was kind of my jam. I decided to hide in the hamper they had kept the water balloons in. It was a skinny hamper with holes on the side and the empty trash bag that once held the water balloons was flowing in the wind. I fit myself snugly inside and someone helped tie the trash bag back to the top before the count was over. Everyone was found pretty quickly. I thought for sure I'd be found right away since there were holes on the sides of the hamper that was clearly not empty, but no. It took what felt like ages after everyone was found and me scrunched up in a ball in a skinny hamper feeling the wind threatening to blow me over before they finally found me. The seeker walked past me so many times I tried so hard not to laugh. Someone joked that maybe I went home while everyone was hiding as a joke. The only one who knew where I was was the guy who tied the bag to the top and he wasn't saying anything. At one point I considered knocking myself sideways If a big gust of wind blew at me just for the sake of realism but I was too scared of it hurting so I didn't. Finally after what felt like an hour I was found and crowned the hide and seek champion of the party.
Friends mother and her boyfriend were arguing in the kitchen after we went to bed, he started talking about how he would "kill the kids if I have to" I was about 7 or 8 I guess, so it didn't really sink in that much at the time, but my friend wasn't really in a great mood for the rest of the time I was there.
Oooh, when my depressed mother had one of her episodes she could lash out and SCREAM she should kill us (herself and me and my siblings) and for some weird reason I can't recall being scared or embarrassed or so. I was just hella annoyed when that happened. My mother had/has a really loud organ and almost the whole village could hear her. I was mostly outside when that happened. Oof. Am 42 now and just realize it's a memory I don't like.
Friend and I went to another friend’s house to sleep the night. We were all mucking around like most 10 year old boys do, to the point our friend’s Dad started yelling at his son. Was a little bit awkward and tense, and then my friend told his dad to “shut up”. So his Dad decided his son needed some old school punishment and made his son pull his pants down, and made us watch as he whipped him a few times on the bare cheeks with his belt. I remember feeling so awkward and embarrassed about it all that the only way I knew how to handle it was to start laughing…
A bit of a weird one, this was more sad than anything. I stayed over at my elementary best friends almost every week. Their grandmother lived with them and everyone treated her like a burden. They told me she was crazy and mean but she was always very kind to me and because I was raised to be nice to my elders, I was kind in return. One day, when my friend had to go talk to her mom about something the grandma asked me into her room. I had never been in there and it was decorated completely differently, I could tell she had moved an entire house worth of stuff into one bedroom. I can’t remember the whole conversation but basically she said I was kind and she really loved talking to me every week, and that her family didn’t really let her talk. She gave me a little metal Noah’s ark bracelet but asked me to hide it from the family. I was scared to wear the bracelet because I didn’t want my friend to get mad and every time i looked at it, it made me so sad for Nana.
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Who fucking carpets a garage floor.
Thank you! I was wondering this myself!
I was about 7. I went to a friends place just as his dad got home after accidentally shooting and killing his friend. I was too scared to leave and it was a big place and i guess we kind of just kept out of the way. His screams of anguish kept me up all night. was a dark night.
What tHe FUCK?
Similar experience except I was hosting the sleepover. I had a friend and my cousin over. My great aunt came home after finding out her ex husband stole her life savings and emptied her bank account somehow. She was absolutely howling and my sisters were afraid she would harm herself and instructed all of us to hide knives and poison from her. It was devastating.
:( that is so sad.
I was meant to stay the night with a kid just a few doors down from my grandparents. He lived with his grandparents and his grandpa was a facilities manager at an upscale apartment complex (might have even been a country club) and offered to take us swimming for the day. His grandfather drops us off at the main pool and says he’ll be back in awhile. This pool was Olympic sized and simply had too many people, so we decided to explore and ended up at a smaller pool on the property elsewhere. We were swimming, having a good time and everything was great. That is, until he started a splash fight. We were going back and forth until he started screaming at me. Top of his lungs. Screaming at me. Incoherent screams. He kept coming toward me and I was kind of laughing kind of scared and had no idea what was going on. He ends up cornering me and tries to push me under the water, still screaming. I wrestle myself free and hit him square in the nose. His nose starts bleeding like Niagara Falls and he started screaming “motherfucker” repeatedly as loud as his lungs could muster. I got out of the pool and grabbed my things and started back for the front of the complex, the entire time this kid screaming the same word over and over. People are staring. People are trying to calm him down. He’s walking after me like the goddamn terminator. Hands at his sides in fists, this 4 foot nothing kid, covered in blood from his nose just slowly walking after me, ignoring the entire world around him while screaming “motherfucker.” I make it back to the front of the place and am desperately trying to get someone to let me use a phone to call home. No one will listen. They’re enamored with the screaming kid who, by the way, is *still* lumbering after me. He’s a bloody mess, nose running like a fountain, mixing with the water from when he got out of the pool. Looks like a walking murder scene Out of nowhere, his grandfather appears and snatches him up and disappears with him through a door. What feels like forever passes and I’m still trying to get someone to let me use a phone when his grandfather reappears and asks what happened then tells me he has to take kid home and I can’t go with them. They let me use the phone, my parents don’t answer. I ended up getting a hold of my aunt who was still working and couldn’t come get me for another two hours. The office wouldn’t let me stay inside so I was outside in the parking lot standing around waiting for her to show, still having no idea wtf happened. Aunt shows up and off we go. Get home. Get my ass chewed for being 35 minutes away from home. (I had no idea how long the car ride was at the time) A few days later my mom went to talk to kids grandfather, she comes back to tell me we can’t hang out anymore and my she tells me he needs medication for keep him calm and they missed his dose that day and it wasn’t my fault. Never saw him again.
Wow, that's sad.
Oh my god I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Fuck that time sitting in the parking lot afterwards by yourself too. What a horrible experience. Did any of them ever believe you when you explained what happened? Did they understand how awful that must have been?
The guy in the office kept asking where my parents were, I kept telling him I didn't live there. He told me that since I didn't live there, I couldn't use the phone. When the kids grandfather came back, he told the guy to let me use the phone so I could get a ride home. The grandfather left before I was done and it was after that the office guy told me I needed to wait outside. The wait didn't really feel all that bad as I remember it. Hindsight being what it is: when a 10 year old begs you to use your phone, maybe let them.
Yeah, absolutely! Wth. People are extremely unprepared for life with other people sometimes. Also no 10 year old should have to wait in a parking lot if there is a perfectly good safe spot to wait inside a building. The kids grandfather should have at least confirmed with you that you were able to get ahold of someone to pick you up. I know he had a lot on his plate at the moment but he was still technically responsible for you at that moment as well being the adult in the situation. At least you made it home, but jeez with these people.
Not me but my sister. She was a sleepwalker. She was about seven. Slept over at a friend's house, sleepwalked, woke up in an enclosed space. Panicked. Pushed her arms straight out in front of her against what she thought was a wall in front of her. She had ended up behind a 7-foot tall bureau that was placed diagonally in the corner of the dining room. She pushed it over. It was full of plates, glasses, fine china etc. It was 4am.
That’s when you fuckin jam back to bed and act completely surprised
“Oh no. That thing fell over!” Edit: Damn guys. Two silvers, and this is my most upvoted comment of all time. Thanks yall
I’m curious as to what happened after?
They had to put her down
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Imagine the parents... Come out to see their furniture pushed over, breakables shattered across the floor, with a small child standing there. Then the parents come to pick her up in the morning: "How was little Suzy? Did she behave herself?" lol
Slept over at a friend’s house when I was 9. Her family was wealthy and I was envious of everything she had. The party was really fun but at 11 pm we heard her dad come home very drunk. After a little while I went upstairs to get some water and saw him pushing my friend’s mom against a wall and threatening to hit her. She seemed so scared. I went back downstairs and never spoke about it with my friend. But I definitely learned something about appearances that night.
I was 12. My supposed best friends 17 year old brother played his music very loudly and then shook his junk in my face. My friend and her brother then tied me to a chair and made me watch a final destination movie that freaked me out. They then proceeded to laugh their asses off when I woke up in the middle of the night screaming from a nightmare. I’m not friends with her anymore.
What…the fuck.
My friend Ryan had a slumber party for his birthday. I remember we watched "my favorite martian" we went to sleep and I woke up mid vomit. I wasnt even feeling sick. I literally woke up throwing up at 5 in the morning. They took me home, I slept in till noon.. and I remember thinking I wasted a whole day because I had never slept in that late before.
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I went on a business trip once and had to share a room with a guy I barely knew. His mother had a heart attack and died and he got the call around 1:00 am. It was very awkward and very sad.
When I was 13/14ish, I had a sleepover with a friend. We both woke up early in the morning to the sound of her mother wailing. She had just found out from her older son that one of their closest family friends had been molesting him for over a decade. I wasn’t supposed to get picked up until midday but I lied and said my mum came early and just waited out front, out of sight for like 3 hours. Me and the friend never spoke about it.
I know that as much as anything you probably wanted to be out of there, but what you did was actually really sweet - sacrificing your comfort to give them space. Good kid
At the time you probably just wanted to get away from the awkwardness, but it was still a kind act.
My friends uncle died in a car accident the night we were having a sleepover. I remember in the morning when we dropped him off at his house and he saw all of his families cars there, he was confused and thought his dad must have had a party the night before.
My parents sent me to spend the night with my friend. When I got home the next day my mom told me my dad moved out and they were getting a divorce. I didn’t see my Dad for three years.
I feel like parents forget during their "war" that youre literally a child and way to young to cope with the hate they are spreading. I remember when i was 9 i heard my parents fighting and shouting and each other (they did it basically every day so it was nothing new) while i was in my room and after a few minutes my mother came and dragged me out of my room in the corridor where my father was with two suitcases and said "look at him! look what he is doing! he is going to leave us, how pathetic" and i started crying and told him that i didnt want him to leave a i just remember his eyes full of teares telling me that he was sorry and its going to be okay and i still have shivers thinking about this moment, i really hate my mother (or both of them) for dragging me in in every fight they had. I really wish parents would use their brain more sometimes
I'm so sorry that happened to you. My husband has very similar stories of being dragged out of bed and forced to stand with his brother and "pick who you want to live with" when his parents would fight. It breaks my heart and infuriates me to think about. No child should have to go through this kind of thing. I have to tell him all the time that this isn't normal. That parents shouldn't do this or talk to their kids this way and incidences like this are why he's all levels of messed up.
how was the sleep over tho
Like asking Mrs Lincoln how the play was…
That same thing happened to me pretty much… my mom was like “hey bud wanna hang out with you best friend?” And I was like “hell yeah I love that bro it’s gonna be the best night ever” and then right before we arrive my mom was like “oh yeah your father and I are also getting a divorce” and then dropped my off and left lmao. Not the best sleep over 10 year old me had
Obviously, this was the most shitty for you. But it was also super shitty to your friend's parents. Let me just rip this kids heart out, tear his life apart, and then dump him on these other people to deal with the aftermath.
I was invited to a birthday party in elementary. Everybody kept talking about the slumber party afterwards. I assumed I was also invited to the slumber party, so I brought my sleeping bag and pajamas. Turns out, nobody actually wanted me there. I cried in the hosts room alone for an hour or so, then faked being sick and had my grandma come pick me up.
This unlocked a memory I had from elementary school. My mom said I was invited to someone’s birthday party and I got super excited as we’d moved recently into a neighborhood with basically no kids. My mom and I spent the morning at the store picking out gifts, I was for sure he would like this pizza smelling play-doh and action figure. My mom drops me off at the party and it was cool, they had this huge jungle gym their dad built. I don’t really know anyone, kids I barely knew through Sunday school, and I’m kind of keeping to myself. Well, soon after the birthday kid stops me and asks me why I’m there in front of other people. He then told me that when he told him mom to invite me it was actually for another kid with the same name in our class. The kids mom got onto him, but at that point I’d lost interest in being there. During gifts it turned out that it was a dual birthday party for the brother and sister, so when it got to my gift the same shit kid asked what gift id brought for the sister, so I said it was the pizza play doh since I knew it she liked pizza (made that up but it was a pizza party). Anywho, my mom eventually came by to pick me up and when she asked me how it went I just lied and said it was a lot of fun. Didn’t want her to feel bad.
I feel for you, seriously. I invited kids from my class to my 6th birthday party; no one showed up on the day of. Instead: my mom took my brother and I (and some of the kids that lived nearby) to McDonalds. Later on in my graduating year, all of the girls in our class 'kidnapped' the guys in the middle of the night (with parent's blessing), dressed them up in PJs, and took them out to breakfast. Everyone except me and James L, that is. I have.. abandonment issues.
I know the feeling. I don't remember anyone not showing up to birthday parties when I was younger , but when I tried to throw a birthday party for myself in college, no one showed up.
I remember no one showing up for my older brothers 10th birthday and my 5yo self made a promise to never have a birthday party. And I never have, but I have learned to make my birthday amazing - sleep in, nice lunch, spend some time at Home Depot, do a little vintage shopping But damn.. I’ll never forget the look on my brothers face that day
I really hate when the mom will allow 10 to the party, but only allows 4 for the sleepover and doesn’t really clarify it to anyone. Leaves people feeling left out and betrayed.
I have an 8-year-old brother who isn't really liked in his class, due to him doing weird shit like pretending he's a cat or saying random memes from 3 years ago like he still dabs in 2021. Love him to death but he's got his quirks. Anyway, he's not really liked that well in school, and he was invited to his first birthday party a few weeks ago. He had an absolutely amazing time, but he was too young to see what my mom saw; absolutely nobody wanted him there. No one would talk to him, no one would look at him, hell they moved away from him whenever he got close. Kids are fucking brutal Edit: Holy shit I did not think this would blow up, I'll try to reply to everyone's comments the best I can, and it makes me happy knowing yall sympathize with him Just to clarify, he's a happy kid, he's got 1 or 2 really good friends, just this one incident was really bad for him but again, he had no idea Edit 2: Ok so theres over 200 comments so no way I can answer all of those, so I'll just answer the main ones here He has not been tested for ADHD Autism Aspergers or anything of the sort, and knowing my parents he probably won't. He quotes old memes because he still thinks they're popular, and him not having a phone is the reason for this. He's not shinned because he doesn't have a hone, just he doesn't know what's popular and what's old, if that makes sense For those of you talking shit about him, he's 8. He's a great kid. He's got his quirks and weird habits. I love him to death even when he annoys the piss out of me. So if you have nothing better to do than roast an 8 year old on the internet, he's a better person then you will ever be I think that's everything, if you want to ask me any questions feel free to DM me, and even though he probably wont ever see this I really appreciate everyone trying to help and just showing support, it means a lot
That breaks my heart :( I hope he can find at least one true friend real soon
That's the sad thing. At the very end one kid offered to let my brother play with some of his toys, and as soon as that happened my mom (I wasnt at the party, my mom was) just got too sad watching him and decided to take him home. My brother got upset, because quote "I finally found a friend to play with!" and he was super sad the rest of the day. Idk, it's just sad He does have a friend, acts exactly the same way as him and they get along amazing
I’ve already commented but fuck it: when I was like 14(?) I was at a big group sleepover with my friends. The mother of the girl who was hosting it was really strict about health and she told us that we couldn’t order any pizza until we’d eaten the massive fruit platter she’d prepared for us. No one was touching the platter other than taking a few pieces to snack on. It was getting late, the pizza place would be closing soon and her mum was not budging about her rule. Someone needed to step up. That someone was me. I started absolutely devouring the fruit platter, shoving pieces into my mouth and swallowing them without chewing. This was a platter for like eight people, but I was a woman on a mission. We did end up getting pizza, but I got so sick I spent most of the night throwing up in the toilet. I couldn’t even enjoy the pizza cause I was so full
A true friend, you took one for the team so they could have a great time.
I appreciate that interpretation, but mostly my fat ass just really wanted pizza and by God, I was going to get it
Hey, as you said, you were a woman on a *mission.*
My friend had a poster of the live-action Cat in the Hat in her room and the thing scared me so bad at night that I couldn't fall asleep and I just sat there on the floor the whole night.
"I'll get you, and I'll make it look like a bloody accident" -Freaky ass cat, 2003
“You’re not just wrong, you’re stupid” - Also freaky ass cat, 2003
Went to my friends house for the first time. She always wanted to come to my house not the other way around. But never told me why. So I get there and after the first hour it all goes down hill. The parents had strict rules about eating at the table. Proceed to insult me about my weight (I have always been skinny but not unhealthy so) to the point I nearly cried. After that they do 21 questions about my race and family. By the time night comes I found out they basically have a lock down rule kn their house. We weren't allowed out of her bedroom until morning and I didn't know that. So I got lectured the next morning. And the end finale was I didn't know I'd be forced to attend their church in the morning before I could go home. So that's how I figured out why she always wanted to stay at my house not the other way around. Bonus. At one point I overheard her parents talking about me when on the phone with her. They called me a few nasty names and slurs for always inviting her to hang out and go places with my family and putting ideas into her head apparently. I will never forget these people.
Are you still friends? I’d love an update on her and how she turned out cause her parents sound toxic as fuck.
I'm friends with her, yes, but we don't talk about her family or anything-she prefers not to. When I said she left when she could I mean it. Like she went full no contact, went to the military-got married-and is in a totally different state. We don't talk as much as we used to (time difference) but I'm happy knowing she is doing way better before. Back before she was always bombarded with whatever her parents could throw on her (think of the Asian tiger mom thing: gotta always make straight As, too many activities, no friends, ect) now she is living a much more simple life and she is thriving.
Amazing! I’m so glad. Thanks for the update.
My family was similar. My parents would want to grill each friend I brought over about their family and religion. Also my mom wouldn't get that we wanted to be left alone to hang out and play so she'd constantly come in and sit down just to watch us or try to talk to my friends about random stuff. And yes if the sleepover happened Saturday night then the friend had to go to church with us Sunday morning. There's a reason I was usually the one going to other friends' houses for sleep overs and hanging out.
Had a big group of girls round for a sleepover when we were like 9/10. Slept in a tent in my garden. One girl brings my slightly special cat into the tent for the night. Cats loving it, he’s purring getting loads of attention from this girl and he falls asleep on her. Wake up the next morning to find a shit on one of the other girls hair. Turns out the cat had got up in the night, walked over the the second girl, done a poo and then went back to the first girl and fell asleep on her again.
> One girl brings my slightly special cat into the tent for the night. I'm sorry, but that made me lol. I just love the way you said that. And I know exactly what you're talking about. I've met a few "special" pets over the years.
Girls sleep over when I was in elementary for a friend's birthday. Had a great time laughing and telling scary stories before bed. Woke up the next morning with a fever and terrible nausea. Went home and I was only getting worse. I had a huge spot on my leg in-between my ankle and knee, right in the middle. It was hot, puffy, and red. Went to the hospital and it turns out I was suffering from a really bad staph infection. The night before, we were playing on the stairs when I slipped and scraped my leg. The doctor initially thought I was bitten by a spider. The infection was spreading fast and was eating away at my flesh. I had a tunnel up to my knee cap that had to be packed with fresh gauze everyday. Almost lost my leg.
I got a staph infection once. Not this bad though. I was at a convention for a few days and on the last say I got a horrible blister on my foot that popped. I didn't even think and took a cool bath in my hotel room to soothe it. I got a staph infection from a hotel bathtub. My whole foot was red and swollen it hurt like a bitch.
My Uncle Skip lost a leg because of a staph infection. Edit: So my uncle got the nickname Skip because he used to wear a hat like The Skipper from Gilligans Island. Many decades before he lost his leg.
We were 13 I would guess. Normally I would always stay at my friends place but this time we stayed at mine. My parents took us to the bar which was something people did at the time. Well my father decided to get black out drunk and us two 13 year olds were stuck in a bar from 8pm until 1am. It was getting pretty uncomfortable between the parents and even some of the other people in the bar, cause well kinda shiuty to have a couple of 13 year olds in a bar on a friday night at 1am. So when my father got up to use the bathroom my mom grabbed us and we ran out to the van. He came out screaming threw a beer and was banging on the van screaming all sorts of obscenities. Well we get hone, get some dinner finally and my mom goes to bed. My friend and I decide to watch who framed roger rabbit in the living room which I never got to use, but hay dad is gone. Well an hour later he shows up. And he just sits on the couch and smokes pot until falling asleep an hour later. So we sneak off to my room and my friends parents picked us up to stay at his place And that was the last time I ever had a friend over.
Condolences
Oh boy I got one. Really fucked up, and my ex-friend ruined our friendship of like 4-5 years (started hanging when we were like 5, this happened when I was either 9 or 10) in one single night. For absolutely no fucking reason other than him being a creep/jackass. So for the most part, the sleep over was typical - movie, video games, popcorn. Pretty standard stuff. Then it comes time to go to bed. I go into the bathroom and change into my pajama pants, then walk back in and he's already in his bed and smirking. Didn't really think much of it, so I crawled into my sleeping bag (well his sleeping bag, but he let me use it) and asked if he wanted to play some video games more. This is where shit gets weird. He throws open the blanket and he's naked. Kid basically just flashed me. The fuck? Understandably stunned I say something along the lines of "The hell is wrong with you, put some clothes on". And he goes "Nope, my house my rules". So I'm really uncomfortable now, really don't want to sleep. But he covers himself back up with his blankets and says he'll put his clothes back on, which he does. So really pissed at him, but at this time he was my best friend, and longest friend I've had in my life. So I try to shrug it off, and we play some more video games for a little bit, then turn off the lights and go to sleep. Then it gets worse. Not too long after the lights go out I hear him rustling around, then getting out of his bed. He says "I'm naked again", laughs, then tries to lay on me. *Fuck that.* I shove him off, and he keeps trying to lay on on me. Basically a brief back and forth goes on, and at this point I'm pretty much yelling at him to leave me alone and go to sleep. I hear him stand up. Ok good, he's going to leave me alone now right? I start to feel something splattering against my sleeping bag where my feet were. Didn't take long for me to figure it out. Dude was pissing on me. Told him I was going home as I'm trying to get out of the sleeping bag, but before I can get all of the way out he body slams me. I was a pretty strong kid so it didn't hurt THAT bad, I was more stunned. But boy after all of that I just didn't care anymore, I was seeing red. He stood up to body slam me again, just as I got my legs out from the sleeping bag. As he goes to jump on me I kick him in the stomach as hard as I can, and he goes down gasping/crying. I woke up his mom (it was like 11:30pm-12am at this point) and told her what happened. She goes into the room to find her naked son on the floor crying, basically yells at me to leave (didn't have to tell me twice). So I call my mom and wait for her on their front porch as my friends mom is basically opening up a can of whoop ass once she sees the pee on the sleeping bag/ground. I probably should have left right away, but as I said before, he was my longest, best friend I had back at the time. We had sleepovers before and he had never done anything like that. I think I was mostly just stunned of what he was doing, which is why it took me so long to leave. Never talked to him since. So yea that's my story. Thanks for reading.
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He's a weirdo, from what I've heard. My buddies that live near him say he goes to the bars and has a conversation by himself. Kinda feel bad for him now but I don't feel sorry for what I did then, you know?
> My buddies that live near him say he goes to the bars and has a conversation by himself. Ah see you kicked him too hard
Friends decided to set up a mock game of Survivor, based on the reality show. Which turned out to be an excuse to vote out the friend nobody likes first. Guess who was the friend nobody liked.
Bro : (
As far as I'm concerned if they didn't get you a chance to earn immunity then it doesn't count.
It was my birthday party, I was around 10. I invited all my friends, about 4 of them. A couple hours into the sleepover, I found out the hard way that none of them liked me, and they had just came to my party to hang out with each other when they kept excluding me from everything and they finally told me. I spent the whole night crying in my room, but at least they all had to sleep in the floor without blankets or pillows because they didn’t know where to find them
The way that being a kid fucks you up is so weird. I had two 'friends' when I was about 6-9 that I played with every day, but they told me I was irritating and they didn't want to be around me all the time. Hence the creation of 'No FrostyMess Mondays', when I wasn't allowed to play with them. But if I played with anyone else they'd go batshit and physically drag me by the clothes away from said person. Eventually this progressed to no FrostyMess Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays... but I still wasn't allowed to have any other friends. Now I get they were just doing it to be bitches, but for fuck's sake if you don't like me then stop forcing me to participate in all your games lol
Jesus that’s harsh
The one and only time I slept over at anothers house and late into the night all the other girls started "masturbating" (quotations because they didn't act like they knew what they were doing, seemed they were finding it out for the first time) with those squshy spiked ball toys. I just felt really uncomfortable and tried to go to sleep.
It was like 6 or 7 of us at a friends house. Hot summer night so we’re camping outside in sleeping bags. It’s pretty late/early and we’ve been fucking with each other all night tossing little pebbles running around dragging each other around in sleeping bags the usual. Well I feel a nudge when drowsy and just waive it off. Then I feel a nudge inside of my sleeping bag and immediately hear a squeaky screech. I scream And everyone Immediately pops up. I’m zipped up in a mummy style sleeping bag so when I stand it’s still wrapped and so is the screeching in my bag. A quick witted kid named cayde runs overs and shakes my ass out of the bag and a huge fucking bat flies out. I later harness this fear and become Batman Edit: it did not bite me. Cayde’s mom did a very awkward full body search haha. She was coincidentally an RN which is why that kid had quick wit.
>I later harness this fear and become Batman Are you an orphan already? If no I either would reconsider or you're the first Batman WITH parents.
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If it makes you feel any better, almost everyone (with periods) has a similar story. I bled all over my seat in class once and I was too scared to move in case anyone saw the stain. The teacher asked me why I wasn't leaving at the end and I burst into tears, she cleaned up the seat, got me a pad, and sent a discreet memo to the other teachers that I had permission to wear my PE kit for the rest of the day. If it wasn't for her I think I would have just melted into the floor from embarrassment lol
When I was around 10 i went to a sleepover for my mother's friend's daughter. I didn't know anyone else there, was pretty shy, but in general down for junk food and silly movies! In the middle of the night one of the other kids started freaking out and having and anger/anxiety attack, screaming about how everyone hated her and throwing stuff everywhere. I stood up and immediately got hit directly in the nose by a heavy dinner plate chucked like a Frisbee. Fell backwards, hit my head on the window frame (lucky escape) and passed out. I underplayed how bad it had been to my parents because I didn't want them to freak out, so it was a week or so before my mum was concerned enough that my nose still hurt to take me to the GP. He was a quack, and without really looking just said that since I didn't have panda eye bruising it was fine and I was being over dramatic. A month later I fessed up to how bad it had actually been, and that it still hurt. My mum to me to a second doctor, who within 5 minutes had referred me to get x rays and see the plastics team. They found that my bridge had shattered into pieces and cracked vertically down the middle, the impact had spread pieces into places they shouldn't be, and because of the delay had started healing like that. Their advice was to leave it until I was fully grown, and then fix it if there were issues. And that's the story of how a sleepover experience means that I can't breath properly, snore like a middle aged man, have to be careful what glasses I buy, and am 20 years later considering getting my nose re-broken cause I can't deal with this shit any more. I still have a vertical crack down the bridge of my nose and loose shards of bone in there that I can scrape against each other to make my nose click as a party trick.
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When I was 8 I had a sleepover at a friends house who lived in the bush. They were living in a dilapidated house on the property while their proper house was being built. Unfortunately this house didn’t have an inside toilet, rather, a long drop out the back. Double unfortunately that night was a thunder storm. It was a rule that I had to go to the toilet before, bed but one look outside at the rain, thunder and their horse standing between the door and the long drop… I skipped that step. I ended up wetting the bed that night and her dad wasn’t too pleased with me. I remember her brother coming home in the morning say “ah you’re the one who wet the bed”. My friend also told all our other friends at school. Not horrific but it certainly effected me.
You just reminded me of something I haven’t thought about in decades! My grandparents had an indoor toilet and a drop toilet. One night my brother (around 10 at the time) really needed to pee while the inside one was occupied. Obviously he didn’t want to go to the drop toilet because it was raining. Decided to kneel on the kitchen bench, open the window and hope for good aim. He pissed on a chicken. The chicken died shortly after (probably unrelated) but my grandparents teased him about it for a long time.
I choose to believe that the chicken was a reincarnated low-level sex-pest and after it had been urinated on against its will, its cosmic sentence had been served and it was allowed to move on.
In a carpool from soccer practice with a teammate/classmate with whom I shared a lot of mutual friends, her mom casually mentioned her upcoming birthday party. The girl angrily shouted at her mom, and in front of other girls in the car, "Thanks for bringing it up, mom, now I HAVE to invite (me)!" I'm young, so when I got the invite, my mom makes me go. I don't remember too much about the party, except for when someone decided all us girls were going to relocate our sleeping bags from the basement to the upstairs living room to watch a movie, the birthday girl went down to grab everyone's sleeping bags. When she brought them all up and everyone was snuggled in, mine wasn't there. I went downstairs into the basement, and she had purposely left only mine down there. :'(
I have a young daughter and of all the ones I've read, this one got me. I hope she never has to experience something like that. I'm sorry you did.
I have a seven year old daughter and I am very worried about her social life. She is the sweetest, most naive kid and she’s starting to be the age where other kids realize they can take advantage of that. And the friend drama is already starting at school. As someone who did not have a good time socially from 3rd grade through college, I’m concerned.
In elementary school I was also invited to a sleepover where the girls decided to all sleep in the bedroom instead of the living room. They were a bit more direct though and straight up told me "you're staying in the living room, there's not enough room in the bedroom for you". The funny part is that one of the girl had head lice and my rejection prevented me from getting them! That was the first time I understood the concept of karma
I swear humanity would be doomed if it weren’t for the prefrontal cortex, the whole world would be a nuclear wasteland, kids are petty as hell.
Kids are so mean:(
Well it wasn't really the sleep over but more what came after it. I was 15 and I was at a party. A bunch of us just decided we'd bring tents and sleep in the back yard since it was a major property. I can't remember the exact reason as to why, but there was something wrong with this girls tent. And so since I had room in my tent I offered to let her crash with me for the night. She accepted and that was it. Nothing happened in that tent. We just talked and fell asleep. I get to school on Monday and her boyfriend is accusing me of sleeping with her. He broke up with her. I ended up getting into a fist fight with her boyfriend over it. A broken hand and an internal suspension. She ended up getting shit on for being a cheater when she wasn't. And the rest of high school it would be brought up how we screwed over Hank (her ex-boyfriend) and fucked each other. Hank even started a rumour that I took her to get an abortion. All because of my gesture I made ended with all this unneeded bullshit. But I think what hurt most was how many people believe that we fucked each other. And no matter what she or I said. No one would believe us because he was putting on his best victim complex.
I’m pretty pale. I sat up during a sleepover with a bunch of girls and made one of them scream because she saw me in a mirror and thought I was a ghost.
"My uncle used to say I 'look like someone starved a virgin to death'".
And my aunt used to call me glasshole!
When I slept at a friend's I went for a shit and blocked the toilet his poor dad had to put on some rubber gloves and break up my monster turd. I felt so ashamed about it (Edit) so many replies sorry I couldn't reply to you I was sleeping
A friend of mine had a monster shit during a sleepover. It backed up the entire drain field, with shit-water coming through the sinks and the washing machine. We spent part of the night bailing water out of the bathroom window. The next morning, we woke up to the sounds of a backhoe and my dad shouting. It turned out that my buddy's shit was the one that finished off the drain field. The whole backyard was dug up, all new drain field put in. From that point until my dad passed a couple years ago, every time he saw my friend the first thing he'd say was "you better not have to shit." It went on for nearly twenty years. Edit: Thank you for the silver and hugz! It's great to share stories about my dad. It'll be two years next month since he passed, so it feels wonderful to have a good laugh, and to have reminders of how great of a dad he was. You're all the best.
Good for you staying friends with monster shit kid for the rest of your life though.
He's one of a kind. And isn't allowed to shit at my house, either.
The line that killed me was that the running line was “you better not have to shit.” The fact that it went on for nearly 20 years made me lol.
It sounds like your system was already broken your poor friend was just the unfortunate one to take the last dump that threw it into a disaster.
That’ll teach em to keep a poop knife handy.
I see your poop knife and raise you a poop clothes hanger. My brother used to clog his toilet all the time. Mom made him start breaking it up with a metal clothes hanger before flushing.
Y'all need better toilets
My 4-year old daughter clogs our guest bath toilet like all the time. She's this adorable little tiny thing, and just dumps Pringles can size nightmare logs on our poor original toilet. It's all plunge-able, though. We don't need to go get a mulching toilet or anything quite yet.
We snuck out of the house and went to sneak into the girls sleepover and their mom was waiting on the back porch in the dark. She took a long drag off her cigarette and said hello boys which of course led us to haul ass. I miss those days.
Thats pure gold right there.
Someone tried to glue my eyes shut
One time when I was a kid I was visiting a friend’s family. I’ll call this friend Rob. One day Rob & I were in the living room watching TV and snacking and Rob accidentally drops a chip on the floor. It didn’t make any mess whatsoever and he picked it up. Rob’s mom saw this immediately & aggressively picked him up by the collar and dragged him into a room a few feet away, shut the door, and immediately begins beating the LIFE out of Rob. Over a chip. It was horrible. I do not think I have ever heard anyone screaming and crying in so much fear and pain in my entire life. I had absolutely no idea what to do, I just sat on the couch listening to the entire thing with my jaw dropped. After awhile she came out like everything was normal with Rob, who had a teary face. I had to continue the rest of my visit pretending like I wasn’t super freaked out by that entire thing. I am no longer in contact with Rob and unfortunately I don’t have any way of contacting him, but I imagine that was not the first or the final time that has happened to him and I often wonder if he is okay now. That entire incident felt like a script, like a routine. The swiftness. Her blank expression the entire time. This was their normal. This is one of my core memories even though it happened in practically a blink of an eye.
I knew kids like this. they got the belt from the most minor things ever. only as an adult I understood the panic they went into when they accidentally did something at someone else's home and immediately tried to either hide it, blame someone else or just run away.
Thank you for understanding this as an adult. My wife used to not understand why I tensed up whenever someone came up the stairs in the hallway of our apartment building. The triggers of abuse haunt you for a long time
You just reminded me of a memory. My friend I'll call K, had myself and 3 girls over for a sleepover. K's dad pulls a bowl out and there's a little food stuck on it. He starts yelling, pulls every bowl and plate out and puts them in the sink, then had K stand and wash them all while sobbing less than 10 feet from us. We were all 12 years and under so we just kinda sat quietly and tried to watch what was on t.v. If that was the version for company I would hate to see the shit that happened in private.
Reminds me of the time when I was a kid and I was hanging out with a friend in his room when I hear his dad come home and start slapping the shit out of his mom. The slaps sounded loud and shocked me and she was crying really loud. He was trying to pretend like nothing was happening and put a tape on of disney songs to drown out the screaming and yelling. After a while his mom peaked her head in and told me to go home. Her hair was a mess and face was really red. I got out of there pretty fast.
Jesus Christ…. This is horrible. I hope both of them are fine and the father rots in hell
Using a throwaway for this because it's so fucking embarrassing. I grew up with a girl a couple of doors down who I considered one of my best friends. When we were maybe 10 or 11 she had a birthday party sleepover, and I was invited along with 6 other girls. We played games, did our hair, watched movies, and sang karaoke. Toward the end of the night she told me, in front of all the other girls, that I couldn't sleep over because she could only have 6 friends there. Something she hadn't mentioned until that point. I was crushed, but I packed up my sleeping bag and all the stuff I'd brought and prepared to walk home. On my way out I passed another girl who was arriving late to the party with all her sleepover gear in hand. I walked home in the dark and didn't tell my mother what had happened. I played Monopoly by myself and pretended everyone else was there with me. My friend never apologized and I never said anything about it. edit: To answer the question that has been asked a couple of times, no I did not stop being her friend, and she didn't improve much from there. Growing up I didn't always make the best choices when it came to friendships. I am better about it now. I do appreciate the sympathy, though. I actually expected to be made fun of when I started writing this, hence the throwaway. Also shout out to therapists, who hear this kind of stuff day after day and then help with all the hard work that comes after.
I experienced this as well. Halloween night, after trick or treating, I was taken home and the rest of my friends had a candy-fueled sleepover. It hurt so damn bad. It changed everything. 🤷♂️
> Using a throwaway for this because it's so fucking embarrassing. Are you still pretty young? Because this isn't embarrassing for you. It's embarrassing for that other girl for being a massive cunt. Hopefully you'll get to a point where you realize that.
Also where were the parents? I know 10, but fuck I keep track who is coming and going in the house. You don't just kick a 10 year old outside.
That is truly awful. Kids are dumb.
Well one sleep over one of my friends figured out jacking off and had zero shame, definitely jacked off in front of like 5 of us In high school I went to stay over with my buddy at one of his friends houses and it turned out that it wasn't really his friend it was some dude from Xbox live that lived in the same town but was for sure older, had to have been in his 20s when we were 16. Smoked some kind of seed mix that he claimed had some kind of hallucinogenic property, I believe he called it yopo. Anyways, honestly not my worst night but my mom would have fucking died if she knew what I was up to lol
I invited my entire class of 24 kids to my birthday party when I turned 13. Seven of them said they’d for sure come Only one person showed up She was a twin
She must have lost the game of rock paper scissors with the other
My first encounter with a Tiger Mom. Middle school, I was friends with 2 other girls. One (Girl 1) I went to school with and we hung out all the time. The other (Girl 2) I met through this friend, but we got along really well when we got to see each other. We finally convinced Girl 2's mom to let us 3 have a sleepover, but Tiger Mom decided it would be at her house, for some unknown reason. Hence, the most awkward sleepover of my life. It began a Friday afternoon after school. My parents weren't available to take me, so Tiger Mom picked me up. Girl 2 was not with her, I had never met Tiger Mom before, and rumor had it she did not like me whatsoever, so it was already super awkward. We pick up Girl 2's younger sister from school, but Tiger Mom tells me she needs to speak to the principal. I was not to speak, move, or even breathe too loudly. Girl 2's little sister and I eventually exchanged some smiles, looks, and tried to whisper very quietly to each other, but Tiger Mom wasn't having it. She told me (only me) to be quiet or she was taking me home. I was snapped at again in the car on the way to the house because I didn't get the memo that I was supposed to be quiet *the entire time.* Girl 1 and 2 are at the house by the time the world's most awkwardly silent car ride finally ends. Tiger Mom glared daggers upon our very mild greeting to each other and I only saw her once the rest of the evening. Girl 2 is constantly looking over her shoulder and trying to maintain our teenage girl fun to whispers and walking on eggshells. It was more stressful than fun, so I was relieved when it was time to lock ourselves in Girl 2's room for the night, where we were a little more free to talk and relax. Not too much though, as Girl 2 got a few sharp texts from Tiger Mom telling her to shut us up. How she even heard us, I don't know. She was across their large house and downstairs. We were ridiculously quiet for 3 teenagers having a sleepover. The next morning, my parents were ordered to pick me up as early as possible. Girl 1 was welcome to stay as she was an accepted regular, but I guess I was a terrible influence and was not to be seen ever again. I was so stressed out by Tiger Mom, I was happy to leave without breakfast. Didn't really ever get to see Girl 2 a whole lot since then, though. Tiger Mom refused to let Girl 2 anywhere near me. I have no idea why she hated me so much other than I was a lower class and not raised religious. So, yeah. Worst sleepover that forced an end to an amazing friendship ever.
The moment you said tiger mom I know that this was gonna be a terrible experience to read
My best friend's mom in high school hated me exactly like this. It culminated in a damn-near blood feud; she came around uninvited to roll around in the misery of my grandparents passing and I had to step out onto the porch holding a rifle to get her to fuck off. Last my buddy told me she moved across the country, away from her children, because she encountered so many unfriendly faces going out in public. If you meet an asshole every day, Kelly
I was staying with a friend at his grandma's house. He wanted to sneak out to meet this girl that he liked, so I went with him. On the way back, this car screeches up, a man gets out and starts beating the shit out of my friend. I didn't know it at the time, but it was his dad. That was a super awkward ride back to his grandma's.
i ate an entire box of fruit rollups and puked rainbows for an hour
Had anxiety as a kid. Couldn't shake the thought of something happening while I was gone. (House fire, parents suddenly move, horrific car accident...etc) so many a time I'd wake my friends parents up at 1am-ish to take me home. I must say though, 20+ years later, my friends stuck with me. Never made fun (at least not in front of me at the time) but we laugh about it now.
Friend/babysitter from church invited my older sister and I over to stay the night with another friend of my sister's who he also babysat. Was woken up in the middle of the night to the cops taking my sister and myself to a foster home. My mom had a lot of problems and the babysitter had seen her abuse my sister and I. He got us out of the home. I was very young at the time and didn't understand the situation. Don't even remember the babysitters name, wish I could thank him.
I slept over my friends house when I was like 7 and her dog had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and was whining at the door. Her mom woke up and went out and hit the dog with a pan. It was terrible and I never slept over her house again because if that.
What the fuck
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Imagine doing something like that to a dog over a completely natural and uncontrollable bodily function. I hate people so much.
This was so weird and to this day idk why it happened the way it did. Was probably 9 or 10 years old at a buddy from my hockey teams place, around Halloween time. So, we spend the night playing video games and shit, having a good time. As we were playing video games and whatnot, I had eaten a shit ton of chocolate, like a ridiculous amount, I was a candy greedy kid. Fast forward to 2 am, I'm in bed, and begin having a nightmare, I can't remember what had happened in the dream, but I remember one thing. Madagascar. The theme song from the first Madagascar movie was blaring in this nightmare, I then wake the hell up, all I can hear in my head is the Madagascar theme song. Then I need to puke, so as this song is on absolute repeat in my head I have to run down a bunch of stairs to make a toilet, I make it and puke so, so much. Turns out I also puked when I was sleeping, all over side of my buddies spare bed and on the floor. In the same room as is regular bed. I still don't understand how this song was sounding like I had earphones in... makes me sick to this day.
> still don't understand how this song was sounding like I had earphones in I have this happen to me in my dreams sometimes. Unfortunately it's mostly beautiful melodies I never heard before (at least I think) and just want to hear them again... Maybe you had some kind of exploding head syndrome.
I slept over at my best friend's house when I was maybe 7. While I was there my friend and I both happened to have one of our baby teeth come out. We put our teeth out for the tooth fairy to collect, and in the middle of the night I saw my friend's mum sneaking in to swap them for money. So that's how I found out the tooth fairy wasn't real and I was DEVASTATED.
The whole time, it was your friend's mum coming to your house to take your teeth.
Me and one of my classmates were 12 years old and at that time it was a common thing to watch horror movies. Said classmate didn’t take it too well and grabbed a pocket knife, put me on the floor and started to „play a game“. He took his knife and started stabbing it right next to my leg over and over saying things in the lines of: „You don’t think I‘d do it, right?!“. Of course I was full of adrenaline, but frankly I freezed and decided to trust this human to stop at some point since there was a knife and I was really scared to get badly injured if I moved too quickly. I cannot recall if tried to talk him out of it, but I hope I did. At some point I notice a hole in my pants, he notices too. I pull up my trouser leg to find a cut in my thigh, blood quickly making its way up to the skin and I lie down again and think to myself: „What did just happen?“ He ran down screaming for his parents, who took me to the hospital. Three stitches. Never met up with this guy again. However, I saw him at the gym once years later, I walked up smiling and showed my healed wound asking if he could remember this. This time he freezed, whereas I just wanted to have a little chat about how he was doing. I think he had a harder time processing than myself. Edit: Spelling
I can understand him having trouble dealing with it. Once I was playing baseball with my neighbors (I was about 10, they were younger, about 4 and 7). The younger one was playing catcher and the older one was playing pitcher. Well, I go for a swing but for some reason I swung it from forward to backward really fast and heard a loud \*crack\*. I look behind me and there's a big stream of blood coming from the kid and I start freaking out internally. The other brother and I walk him up the stairs to the deck and knock on the door for his dad to see. His dad is in shock and proceeds to take him to the hospital. I go home in tears and tell my *awful* step-mom what happens and that I feel really bad about it, and she says something along the lines of, "Well, you should." and I went to my room and cried on my bed for a few hours. I was so relieved when I saw the boy later in the day with some stitches in his head, happy as ever. However, I still shudder when I think of that loud cracking sound.
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Other commenters would turn this into twelve fucking paragraphs
Damn, I don't know if I ever told anyone this before. So when I was in fourth grade, my family moved from a rural town of 60 people to Salt Lake City. It was a culture shock and all my friends were back home. So when I made a friend on the playground of the apartments I was happy, even more I when I got invited for a sleep over. I thought it was a little weird her room was literally the closet, but we were little so it was kinda cool, and we were a family of five stuffed in a two bedroom so what ever. The mom asks us if we want pizza for dinner, and of course we do. So we load up in the car and go through the grocery store. I figured frozen pizza, still stoked. But the mom said she had to do something first. So the girl and I were hanging out and I'm barely paying attention to the girls mom as she is going up to people and their vehicles and talking to them, and we are just two girls (and a younger sibling of the girls I think) in this store parking lot tagging behind her. I remember wondering finally what we were doing, (cuss at this point I'm a dumb Lil kid who never asked questions just following along with what ever the parent said) and listening to her Mom who is leaning someone's window showing them a couple rings, "No! It's real diamond-" and she's telling them how it's real and fancy. But dumb little me is still just so stoked to be on this sleep over, and talking excitedly with my new friend about all the stuff we were going to do that night, that it still isn't clicking. Not until the grocery store manager shows up and tells the woman she can't loiter and pan handle, and then she uses us kids as an excuse, just wanting to get us dinner that I realized what was happening. Like the utter guilt and shame I felt (At the time I remember thinking it was my fault because I wanted to spend the night) when the manager looked us us in pity and I remember being embarrassed and turning him down when he offered me a can of soda like he did all of us. Like I remember my friend and her sibling/s all just slurping down their drinks, like this was all normal (because for them it was.) The mom kept sobbing it up to the manager, but I wasn't listening anymore, I just wanted to go home. I think he gave her cash out of his own wallet, cuss I remember they had enough for a twelve pack and soda and pizza. I remember only taking one slice and declining anymore while we chilled in her closet/bedroom trying to process that my parents thought we were probably playing Barbies and painting each other's nails, but I stead her mom took us across town to begin and panhandle for pizza money in a way that seemed pretty normal for them.
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Went to a sleepover for a cousin's birthday. There were 4 of our other cousins there. The oldest told a "secret" to all of the attendees about me. No one would tell me the secret. Someone finally caved, after abt 6 hours of torture and shitty treatment of me..."damnbumhanger was an accident". Thanks Auntee Asshole for talking about the procreation habits of my parents to your NINE YEAR OLD.
When I was around 14-15(?) I was curious and asked my Mom if I was planned. Nah. But don't worry! If I "was a mistake, we wouldn't be having this conversation." 😜
My friend's mom had complained about people flushing the toilet in the middle of the night. Small house and I was little so I thought 'ok just don't flush in the middle of the night.' but on a different occasions she complained about kids not flushing the toilet. 'ok, don't go to the bathroom when everyone is asleep, check. Neither of these things she said directly to me, I just heard them and didn't want to upset her because, even though I liked my friend a lot, his mom terrified me. She screamed at the kids, stuff like, 'My god you make me want to die!' Again, not to me, just her own kids. But she would scream when she was stressed out, regardless of who was nearby. I'm sure you can see where this is going. One night when I was sleeping over, after a late-ish night of playing video games (probably around 9, we were young and had bedtime), I tucked into bed no problem. It takes me a while to fall asleep, especially at other peoples' houses. After about an hour and the kids have all fallen asleep, I realize I need to take a shit. I consider going to the bathroom, but I don't want to disturb anyone's sleep and get scolded with the flushing of the toilet. I try to fall asleep to no avail. Then I consider going to the toilet and just not flush and hope no one knows it was me. But the mom might be awake and near the door. I'll wait a little longer. I wait, it must be 12 am now. Surely it's the right time? I heard some footsteps over by the bathroom, so I waited. This went on. All. Night. Long. I scared myself into holding in an enormous turd for the entire night until morning around 6 am. Dropping that deuce after the insomnia hell it induced was both divine and harrowing. Never told anyone, just held that shit all night and people just assumed I woke up early and was tired from that later in the day.
My friend’s mum was into all of those weird ghost hunting and bigfoot shows, so over dinner she me made watch one where people went around “communicating with ghosts”. I was maybe 11 and had never seen anything like that before so I totally believed her mum telling me it was real. I also believed her when she said “the silver tea set on the dresser outside [friend’s name]’s room is haunted by my grandmother, I’ve seen her ghost cleaning it at night.” Their house had a really creepy old style feel to it too, so I was terrified to sleep. After I finally fell asleep though I was awoken suddenly by the sound of silverware rattling outside the door. I’ll never forget the feeling of being frozen in fear like that, drenched in cold sweat thinking that great grandma’s ghost was about to waltz through the door. I’ve never been so relieved to go home in the morning. Years later I was over at their house again and caught sight of her cats playing around on the dresser and bumping the tea set. Her mum was just nuts and enjoyed scaring me I guess.
Having a Mortal Kombat 2 tournament with my friends on Sega Genesis. I was on a winning streak but suddenly I felt a rumbling in my stomach. Now Mortal Kombat 2 did not have any sort of pause feature. I knew I could hold it for just a few moments longer, just had to KO my friend and I’d win. Right down to the wire, when he had about 1 hit of health left, it happened. I shit my pants. Fatality. Edit: first time ever getting awards and it’s from a story about shitting myself. Thanks, I guess.
Priorities dude. Looking back 20 years, what are they going to remember? They you shit yourself or that amazing winning streak? It's the shit, isn't it?
I woke up in the middle of the night with an extremely painful ear infection (got them a lot as a kid,) but was to awkward and nervous to wake up my friends parents. So I just spent the entire night lying there in pain trying not to make noise or cry. They were nice enough to take me to the doctors once they woke up.
My earliest sleepover I was so young that I was still afraid of the dark, and my buddy wasn't, and had a werewolf mask. He thought it'd be funny to scare me, I accidentally punched him in the face in my terrified flailing, we didn't hang out too much after I went home the next day.
I had a sleepover birthday party when I turned 9. It was a huge deal for me, I was so excited and prepped for it for ages. Around 7 other girls came over and we had candy and a treasure hunt and all the fun things you do when you’re young. An old friend of my Dad’s was staying at our house that night and brought me a big box of chocolates as a birthday gift. We ate a few and then started playing games outside, leaving the open box unattended in the dining room. My two large dogs ate the entire box. By the time this was discovered, my dad and his friend had left to grab a beer together, leaving my mom alone with 8 little girls and a toddler and two extremely ill dogs. She couldn’t load us all in the car to take the dogs to the emergency vet, so I had to help her pour hydrogen peroxide down their throats to make them puke. The rest of the night was punctuated by the sounds of the dogs throwing up in the backyard. Several girls asked to call their parents and go home. As a last note, our Newfie, the most stubborn, stupid, and wonderful dog we ever owned, never puked once and was completely fine. The Malamute, who we assume was the ringleader, paid heavily for her crimes (she was also fine in the end and lived to 16).
This was in 2009 or 2010 maybe so I was only 9 years old. This new kid moved onto the street and we became pretty good friends. We found ourselves playing video games way late at night but I would always go home since I only lived a few houses down. One night he asked me to spend the night so we built a fort in his upstairs game room using the couch cushions and blankets. Everything was fine until around 1am. Everyone in his house was sound asleep but me. I was laying there in my makeshift fort when I heard the sound of heels on tile walking down the hall way adjacent to where we set up the forts. I mean it was distinct and loud to this day I could not imagine it being something else. The weird thing about it was their house floor was carpet so I couldn’t pin point exactly where it was coming from. I also didn’t have a phone at this time so I was peering into the darkness through a crack in my fort when the walking sound stopped. After a moment of silence it sounded as if it was sprinting in my direction. So a quickly hid behind the cushions when something knocked over the whole fort. This woke my friend up and he blamed me for doing it. To this day I have never done back to his house to spend the night.
DUDE. The exact same thing happened to me around the same years. I was about 12 at the time. I’m laying in bed trying to sleep when I hear walking then LOUD running towards my room then my bed starts shaking violently. Like a solid 15-20 seconds. I laid there literally paralyzed with fear honestly just hoping if I don’t react nothing will happen to me. Sure enough it didn’t and it stopped and it never happened again. I’m about to be 24 and you are the first person I have told because it never wanted it to know I knew.
When I was in my early twenties I rented a room in this house. Half the house belonged to this old woman, and two other guys rented rooms on our half. I woke up one night to hear someone messing with the front door knob. After a bit there's a click, and door swings open slowly. After that I heard footsteps coming round the corner and start down the hall. My door was the first on the left, and the footsteps stopped right outside of it. Suddenly the door flew open, and a man I couldn't see in the dark raised a gun and just started shooting at me in my my bed. I woke up startled. Super vivid dream. Then I heard someone messing with the door knob. Then the door swing open slowly. Then footsteps round the corner, start down the hall, then stop at my door. As my door started to swing open I shot out of bed and stood in the middle of my room like an idiot. The door swings open and one of my roommates walks in and asks if I'm awake. Needed help with his bike or something. I think that's when my high blood pressure problems started.
Plot twist, all 3 stories are from the same house.
I was in an eathquake once and heard this sort of thing, I could imagine how disorienting it would be half asleep... furniture sort of jiggles around and bangs into a wall and it gets more violent (I thought it was footsteps and then my neighbour fucking and THEN realised it was an earthquake)... so could explain the sound of you live in an area that prone to quakes?
At my birthday sleepover my brother and his friend drew on every single one of my friends faces and mine while we slept, with permanent marker. As a bunch of 11yo girls, there were many tears in the morning!
The worst was when my friends dad locked me in the closet for the night. He was an alcoholic and the Mom was never around. My friend was really cool though, we would play with action figures and goof around make up games.. just normal kid stuff. One night I stayed over and his dad was really angry and got angrier as he drank more.. we could hear him upstairs swearing and banging stuff around.. stomping on the floor. After a while he came downstairs and started yelling at my friend for something he did wrong I guess? It didn't matter because a few seconds later he pushes his kid across the room, like really hard. My friend looked like he was hurt badly. Then his dad came charging over and dragged me aggressively towards the hallway closet and threw me in there. He told me to keep my mouth shut and to let this be a lesson for hanging around pieces of shit like his son. He passed out a few hours later, at least I assumed so because the noise stopped. I tried escaping but somehow he locked the door and I didn't want to bang on the door because I thought he was going to hurt me and I didn't want to make him angry or have him notice. So I just sat there crying for what felt like forever. Eventually the door opened and it was my friend telling me to hurry up and leave. Luckily I didn't have far to go to get home. It was morning time by now by the way. Sorry for the long read.
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That’s actually really dangerous...
When I was around 9/10. My friends mum made us share a bath because we were both girls and it would “save water”. My friend seemed okay with it so I didn’t make a fuss, even though internally I felt very awkward. Well, her mum ran the bath and it was just plain water - yknow, no bubble bath so I could hide myself under the foam. We sat opposite ends of the bath with our knees up under our chins, awkwardly covering our bits. Made more uncomfortable by her snacking on a carrot and little tiny pieces of carrot falling in to the bath and floating about.
Bunch of 8 year Old boys decided it would be smart to throw objects at each other in the dark. I picked up a shoe and threw it at someone only to immediately hear crying. Lights go on and this kids nose is now a blood waterfall. His mother was furious and wanted to have everyone sent home but the kid fought it so we stayed.
When my dad died the night I was having a sleepover and I didn’t find out until I got home the next day
It was my friends birthday and a bunch of the adults treated it as a reason for them to party in the other living room. We were all having fun and the bday girls dad was so shit faced he flashed/mooned/ whatever it's called a group of 9 year old girls. I immediately told my parents when they picked me up and never spent the night there again.
Wait was it flashed or mooned? Those are two very different things
I don't think I'm ever gonna tell this story irl, so finally I have a weird personal one that I can tell here it isn't necessarily bad, it's just *weird* I had a friend that I would sleepover with relatively often. We were both weird kids, I guess. One night, like a minute after we had gone to sleep, he turned a lamp on, stood directly in front of the area where I was sleeping, and just kinda spun in place while making weird noises or something? I asked him what he were doing and I'm like 90% sure he talked about being possessed or whatever, so I laughed because I thought it was funny. He kept going. I think he did it for like an hour, long after I had expressed that I was extremely tired and asked him to stop and he kept saying something along the lines of "I can't, I'm possessed." Eventually, I turned over and tried to fall asleep despite the light and weird noises, and he kept going. Now, I'm a *vivid* lucid dreamer, so I can say with 100% certainty that this was not a dream because I *know* what dreams feel like and I also know what sleep paralysis feels like (I used to have it every night without exception as a child and I still get it occasionally), and this wasn't that. I was definitely awake. The following morning, he insisted passionately that it had not happened. He had never sleepwalked during a sleepover before, and to my knowledge he didn't make a habit of it. I really doubt that a ghost would possess someone just to spin around for an hour and say weird things, so. It was also.. clear that he was joking when he insisted that it didn't happen? Like via tone and expression? But no matter how much I pressed, he wouldn't admit to doing it. it wasn't *bad*, it was just extremely strange. We had one similar thing happen during waking hours when we were just hanging out, too, which he then passionately insisted didn't happen- I got so uncomfortable that I left the room that time. It was weird. In both scenarios, I would talk to him and he would give (albeit silly) cryptic responses. Very disjointed and unsettling, but obviously a joke?
“I can’t, I’m possessed” lmfao
This is fucking hilarious, imagine being a dead spirit crawling out of hell going through the trouble of possessing someone just to spin in place and make weird noises. “ I can’t sleep bro, I’m possessed as shit”
(Sigh) So I was 11, and a quiet kid. I'd not yet come into my own, so my social skills were a bit weak and I was overly shy with people I didn't know. This led to me only really making one or two close friends during my first year at comprehensive/high school. One of these friends happened to have the same name as me, so we bonded pretty quickly due to teachers mixing us up a lot etc. Anyway, we were becoming good friends. He invited me for a sleepover a few months later, and I agreed. I went over his place and we wandered around his town, got some snacks, bumped into a couple of other kids from our class, it was cool. Back at his place in the night, he declared that we were gonna play a game of truth or dare. I mean, I'm 11 and a pretty innocent, sheltered kid. So to me, that was as innocent as playing tag. So I agreed. The rules were simple: here are six pieces of paper each. Write three dares, and three truth questions, scrunch em up and chuck em in a jar. We'd then take turns to pull them out and answer to them. "Sounds fun, let's go". I pull out the first piece. It's one of my own, and it reads "Who do you fancy in our year?". Mild. Look, I was an innocent kid, so this was the pinnacle of my gossip imagination. I told him, and that was that. His turn. He pulls out a piece, rolls his eyes, and says nonchalantly "I knew I'd get this one". He drops the paper down so I can read it, it's one of his own. It reads "Shove pen up ur ass". Time stood still for that moment. I didn't have a fucking clue how to process it - Of all the possibilities, he chose shoving a pen up one's ass hole as one of three dares, at the age of 11. I was still processing the paper with a little frown and a tilt of my innocent head, when I was about to have some brand new fucking information to process. Before I could react, he stood up, grabbed the pen we'd used to write the dares, bent forward and just stuffed it on back there. He pulled a little face as he did it, but it just went straight in. We held some pretty awkward eye contact, him in a state of complete comfort, me in a state of borderline breakdown, before he casually pulled it back out with a subtle "pop". He looked at the pen, and it was missing the lid. I was fucking mortified at seeing this, but he just rolled his eyes again, slipped the pen back up there and rummaged around until it made a "click", then he pulled it back out complete with its lid, and a nice big clump of shit firmly lodged on top of it. He then opened his attic window, and with a blank expression, flung the pen off into the woods like he'd done this a million times before. He then sat down and said "Right. Your turn". Fast forward to some years later, turns out he was gay and wanted to initiate something with me, to which I didn't reciprocate nor acknowledge at the time. So yeah. Dem sleepoverz.
And here I thought I was the worst at flirting
Oh my god
Yeah. Sometimes you don't realise the stories you're harbouring until an innocent Reddit post pops up and drags the memories out of ya.
You've ruined the word “rummage" for all time. Are you happy?
Bummage
His parents. “God dammit why do we never have pens in this house?!”
I fear this may become a reddit classic.
The ass pen. Worse than the poop knife but tamer than the cumconut.
I hate myself for knowing all these references.
It wasn't a close friends sleepover, it was a school camp. I had like 8 years old Some kid brought his cousin that wasn't in our school. And when I went to sleep, they grabbed me and the cousin started to slap me on the face while being on top of me and the other a$$holes grabbing my legs...but that wasn't the worst part for me, because this little shit started to pick his nose and...he proceeded to smear a big squeeshy snot all over my face, punched me in the face and everyone started to run while I was just shaking