People In This Online Thread Share The Most Horrible Experiences They Had In Someone’s House, Here Are The Most Awful 20
Whenever I have a visitor, I make sure that my house is presentable because it represents me. If my house is clean, that says that I live a clean lifestyle. If my house is dirty, that can mean I’m dirty. If my house is messy, then that can imply that I’m a messy person.
And if my house is horrible, then my visitors would be appalled, just like how these 20 people from this Ask Reddit thread shared. They have visited houses so repulsive, that they swore to never return. Scroll down below to see the worst house nightmares people have ever experienced!
Once you’re done, you may want to check out some house fails. Don’t worry, they’re terrible but funny.
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They had accumulated so many dirty dishes, they just put them into the bath tub.
Scissors stuck in the ceiling. Like the whole living room/ kitchen area ceiling was covered with scissors.
So there was like 30 pairs. At least. And this was in a trailer house so all I could think about was how horrifying it would be to be in this death trap in a bad storm or tornado.
When I was introduced to the owner of the now dubbed “scissor house” all my questions were answered and the answer is meth. I didn’t ask about the scissors I made my friend take me home. I stayed maybe 10 minutes total, being in a scissor house with a bunch of crackheads is not how I like to spend my Friday nights.
Their house smelled so strongly of dog that I might as well have tied their dog to my face. They only had one medium-sized dog that spent most of its time in the back yard.
I slept over at a friend’s house and not only was her house dark and smelled weird but her dad immediately gave me weird vibes. I kind of let it go because maybe I just wasn’t used to her house smell, and maybe the dad was just kind of intense, idk. I brush it off. A lot of small things happen that are strange to me, like not feeding us the entire day, insisting we slept top and tail or sending us to bed super early. I just brushed it all off. Wake up early the next morning and the dad is just standing there watching the two of us sleep. He sees me awake and doesn’t even say anything or acknowledge his weird behaviour. That was the moment I was like “ohhhh, ya i’m never coming here again.”
I turned on a light in the bathroom and I saw at least 30 roaches scatter
Their bathroom floor was carpet and it was always wet. It went through my shoes and got my socks wet. First time, maybe someone just showered. Second time, nope I can’t live like this.
Urine cups (plural) on open display until the host poured them out in the sink.
I spent the night in the guest bedroom, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was a pile of rat droppings on the pillow next to me.
A failed scorpion farm.
Made the horrendous mistake of spending the night at my ex’s parents’ house. I woke up to the feeling of something crawling on me. I soon realized there were three somethings. I flipped on the light and discovered…scorpions. There are NO scorpions native to our area.
I freak out, swat them off and then run to the bathroom to strip and check for more and when I turn on the light, several scorpions on the wall scattered like roaches. I wake up the ex because seriously, wtf?
Apparently when he was younger he thought ant farms were boring and decided to order scorpions on the internet and make a scorpion farm instead. The survivors of his arachnid Mad Max setup escaped into the house where a few turned into an insane amount. The very wealthy parents chose to live with the scorpions rather than call an exterminator.
Never went back.
Dirty bongs and moldy dishes all over the place. Then her kid sister came down with a rat and said “This is my new rat, i killed the other 1” ( She stabbed it in the eyes)
I had a buddy I visited who played cat turd golf in his house because there were cat turds caked onto the carpeting everywhere. I believe an 8-iron was the club of choice.
Was supposed to be staying over and I was attacked by fleas, noped right out of there right then after dowsing my legs in raid flea killer that they had sitting around
The pile of dishes in the sink with spiderwebs on it. Upon being asked what the deal was, she told me that a couple of years ago, her mom decided she wasn’t doing the dishes anymore, they got divorced and the rest of the family swapped to paper plates. No one will do them out of spite so they’ve been there for more than 2-3 years by the time I saw it. It’s been 5 years since and I doubt they’ve been touched.
I went to a buddy from schools house for a sleepover, it was a Saturday night, and the one stipulation was, that I had to go with them to church in the morning. I was raised Christian (I’ve strayed from the flock in my adult years) so I didn’t think much of it.
We got there, and people were getting “healed” by the minister (pastor? wizard man?)
Like getting touched on the forehead, then convulsing into better forms of themselves.
I felt so scared, everyone was yelling and dancing, I was sitting there quietly for what seemed an eternity.
They dropped me off at home, and I never went over for another sleepover.
“Oh yeah, did we mention we’ve got bedbugs? You should be OK, though.”
Might want to give someone a heads-up about that in advance. You know, so they can *not come.*
A work friend invited me over to his house to watch a hockey game so I said sure why not. I bought a 6 pick of beers and he said sweet. He just put them in his fridge. He proceeded to pour himself scotch but never asking me I wanted to have a drink. Then he pulled out some leftovers and made himself a dish and again, he never asked me if I was hungry. Then i just asked for a beer (that I had bought) and he said “i guess, but I was going to save them for another time”. I left after the game and its been really akward at work.
I ended up being left alone with friends mom. The women spent 30 minutes telling me every outlandish conspiracy theory in the book. Asked for my help with her facebook account because she was positive the government was tracking her with it because she knew that the end of times was coming and who god was going to punish.
She said a lot and I don’t remember half of it because my brain couldn’t process the fact someone thought and believed all this.
Love the rest of the family though.
In 7th grade I stayed overnight at a new friend’s house. She thought it would be hilarious to point her Dad’s shotgun at me. I never went back.
A friend from school mother thought I was extremely rude because I stuttered in front of her. Then because of the stuttered and the embarrassment I felt I decided to pick my words carefully.
She said directly to me, a 12 year old that I was extremely rude.
Now aged 20, I still have a massive fear of meeting anyone’s parents.
I was the new kid in the 6th grade and quickly made friends with this one girl. I think she kind of jumped at the chance to be friends with the one person who knew literally nothing about her. She was really nice to me, but also kind of really strange… like she’d growl at people and she’d draw wolves on every single surface from the classroom to her bedroom, but nonetheless we were both in an advance art program so we saw each other more than I saw other people in my grade and I wasn’t in a position to reject friendship.
Went to her house once- never went back. When we entered the home it smelled HEAVILY of dog urine… but there wasn’t a dog. When I asked if she had a dog her response was “no, not since the accident” then there was an uncomfortable silence and she just started laughing uncontrollably. RED FLAG.
I stayed because my mother wasn’t picking me up until a bit later and I didn’t exactly know how to walk home. When my mother did come to pick me up and I was about to exit the house, the girl’s mom literally ran after me and grabbed me and brought me back upstairs. She shook my shoulders screaming I couldn’t leave right now. I started freaking out not knowing what was happening. The girl’s mom is frantically running around to all the windows and screaming at someone outside in a language I don’t understand. My mom calls the house and is also freaking out, the girls mom wouldn’t let her talk to me and she also just watched me get dragged back by this woman. So she calls the police.
It escaltes and turns into like a mini hostage kind of situation. There was a guy outside that the girl’s mom used to date and he wanted something from her and if I left he’d run into the house when the door opened, so I couldn’t leave. Cops come, the girls mom gives me a plastic shopping bag duct taped everywhere and tells me under no circumstances am I allowed to look inside of it and that I had to hand it to the man outside. I didn’t want to do that but it seems like it’s the only way I’m getting out of there. It was rounded out by the contents and I remember it bearing the weight of a bowling ball. I actually pee’d on myself I was so scared. I didn’t know what else to do so I took the bag and started to leave the house. When I made it to the exit I straight up YEETED the bag and ran to my mother. I have no clue where the guy was, I think at that point he was already apprehended by the police.
Whole time this was happening, the girl who I was there to hang out with was sitting on the table in her kitchen, eating cereal LIKE A DOG, not at all phased by the series of events happening in front her.
We had to go to the police station that night and becuase it was so late when I got home, I didn’t go to school the next day. That day I missed school, the girl told everyone I was insane, and that when we hung out I went crazy and I pee’d myself for no absolutely reason.
We don’t talk anymore.