Weird sleepover stories - Because kids can be really creepy

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Share weird sleepover stories from when you were a kid.

I'll start.

The sleepovers I had at my house as a kid were pretty normal. The first one I attended at a friend's house got out of hand pretty quick. We were all in 5th grade so we were all about 11 years old. There was a girl there named Samantha whose dad was in the military so she moved a lot and had lived in a few different countries and always had stories that no one could quite disprove and for her age she was an expert liar. So she decided to tell everyone at the party that she has had sex multiple times with her boyfriend who lived in another state. For some reason, she had this pamphlet of information about sex in her backpack and decides she wants to read it to everyone, telling people it's already stuff she knows but wants to help everyone else understand it. Another girl there decided she wanted to sound as "cool" as Samantha and starts talking about how she had had sex, too. It got extremely uncomfortable after a few hours and a bunch of people started crying. There wasn't enough room for everyone to sleep in the girl's bedroom (the bed and entire floor were occupied) so I had to sleep in her closet, which had a big metal bar running through the middle of it. Absolute dumpster fire of a night.
 
I once had a sleepover with the friendly old woman down the street when I was younger.

Thinking back it was weird she wanted to play the sneak out of the house game and take me to London for the week. You would have thought my parents would have wished me a good time but they didn't even really mention it. Its funny though, about halfway through the holiday while playing hide the sausage in her bed the police came round and took me home and my parents were really happy to see me! they were crying they were so happy!

I wonder what happened to her, she was always giving me sweets and hugs!
 
When I was a kid I was at a slumber party and almost got the other girls to agree to practice-kissing, but then my wig fell off and they kicked the shit out of me. Lesson learned: the wig I wear to college sorority events is always taped down.
 
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I was in the 8th grade and since I just moved to a new school I had a girl sleepover. My mom told us to go sleep in the truck camper which has a tiny bed we shared. So we're laying there and she dead ass starts spooning me. I'm like freaking out because this isnt normal, so I immediately suggest we go inside the house. She complies and once we get inside i make her sleep alone in the top bunk of my bed.
 
When I was 10 my friends parents rented Forrest Gump for us to watch. It was a bizarre choice. My parents were pissed when they found out.
 
Went on a weekend school trip for our last year of Middle School. One of the guys in our room wakes up in the middle of the night with a fucking puddle of blood on his pillow, apparently from a very aggressive nosebleed. We ask him "wtf" and if he's okay and he says "yeah, this just happens sometimes".
 
Rigor Meowtis said:
I had a sleepover with girls and they did some thing where they would go into a closet, shut the door, and open it back up again to flash the rest of the girls. I was very self conscious about my body and thought they were all being weird so I kept saying no when they pressured me to the point of tears. When I started to cry they stopped but it only make me more weird to them
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It’s always interesting to see the rampant similarities between a girls’ slumber party and Kiwi Farms.
 
So for an actual story, I was apparently an extremely restless sleeper as a kid. I had no idea this was the case until I went to a sleepover and fell asleep before my asshole friends, who observed me tossing and turning and decided to toss a few uncapped tubes of toothpaste into my sleeping bag. When I woke up the next morning it was fucking everywhere, including my eyes.
 
I never had sleepovers, but my younger sister would occasionally have a couple girls sleep over. Mostly, I just ignored them because girls had cooties and shit when I was that age. But, I remember my sister coming to me during one of these overnighters and asking me if I would show the other two girls my dick. I was WTF? No, seriously bubba (she always called me bubba because she couldn't pronounce "brother" from the time she started learning to yap). They have never seen a dick and they are really curious what one looks like. I tried to describe it to them, but they want to see one for themselves.

You have to realize this was the 60's. No internet. No porn to speak of. We were pretty naive and sheltered in those days. Nothing like today where someone will gladly message you a picture of their dick whether you wanted to see it or not. So, I went into her bedroom, pulled down my pajama bottoms, and showed them my dick. It was hard to tell if they were shocked or appreciative; they just sort of stared at it. After a minute, I pulled up my PJ's and went back to my bedroom. And never another word was said about it.
 
This is the thread that will reveal the shameful childhoods that drove everyone to the Kiwifarms.

Never had any weird ones myself. Guys are all spastics during sleepovers so nothing unusual. Someone got Cheetos up their nose one time, luckily not me.
 
Yolandi said:
When I was 10 my friends parents rented Forrest Gump for us to watch. It was a bizarre choice. My parents were pissed when they found out.
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.>Boomer parents rent the most boomer movie ever made for their kids
.>wonder why their kids can't relate to a movie about a boomer growing up
.>wonder why they didn't think the scene where he meets JFK to be the greatest ever
.>wonder why they didn't give a shit about the Vietnam War
.>wonder why they didn't cheer when Forrest accidentally exposed Watergate
.>scolds kids for asking what a prostitute is
 
Slappy McGherkin said:
I never had sleepovers, but my younger sister would occasionally have a couple girls sleep over. Mostly, I just ignored them because girls had cooties and shit when I was that age. But, I remember my sister coming to me during one of these overnighters and asking me if I would show the other two girls my dick. I was WTF? No, seriously bubba (she always called me bubba because she couldn't pronounce "brother" from the time she started learning to yap). They have never seen a dick and they are really curious what one looks like. I tried to describe it to them, but they want to see one for themselves.

You have to realize this was the 60's. No internet. No porn to speak of. We were pretty naive and sheltered in those days. Nothing like today where someone will gladly message you a picture of their dick whether you wanted to see it or not. So, I went into her bedroom, pulled down my pajama bottoms, and showed them my dick. It was hard to tell if they were shocked or appreciative; they just sort of stared at it. After a minute, I pulled up my PJ's and went back to my bedroom. And never another word was said about it.
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Certainly explains your avatar <3
 
This is a more grown up one, my ex fiancee once had a nightmare and grabbed me in her sleep by the throat. When we were visiting my parents.

I woke up screaming since well I was being fucking strangled. Needless to say it woke my parents up and they came running thankfully since they heard me howling. To see my dazed stumbling around the bedroom and her in tears.

Oh ya we were naked since i mean who sleeps in clothes?

great fucking night. Thanks babe you stupid cunt.
 
My sister had a few sleepovers, mostly with her junior-high friends, kinda past the age when they could be called "sleepovers". I was just starting HS.

We had a large house, and I was often able to go about my day without seeing any of them; this was important, because my sister had some weird girlfriends.

One of them reminds me now of Rosanne Barr, if Rosanne had the metabolism of a greyhound. The girl was actually only a year behind me, and I always had the suspicion that my sister's sleepovers weren't the real reason she came over, and those suspicions were comfirmed, when during on of the last sleepovers she had, this chick waited until everyone had passed out, and tracked me down in the game room watching Lexx (or was it Lodoss Wars?) on the futon.

She burst in, t-shirt only, jumped on my lap, hard, and started grinding. I was fully clothed, but my nuts instantly felt like they had been emulsified by her pubic bones.

She took my gasps of pain & protest as something else, and violently began trying to work the button & fly on my jeans, while still trying to grind on me. Even though I was in excruciating pain, I was still a 15yr old boy, so she got a physical response (though that was probably due to contusion, not erection), even though I was desperately trying to get her off my smashed junk (I literally had bruised balls).

Finally I gave up just to be free of the pain, and promptly was ordered to tuck everything between her legs because she didn't want to get pregnant. About that time, she heard my sister & friends approaching, so she jumped up and acted like Lexx was her favorite show when they walked in.

I didn't stick around to listen, and nearly ran to the bathroom because I thought my dick & balls were ruptured. When I returned, everyone had went back to my sister's room, where it was disturbingly quiet.

For about a week, every time I took a piss, it was like trying to piss through raging morning wood. That was also the last time the friend was invited over, because they figured out pretty quickly her deal.

We did bang later, long after high-school, after my divorce.... and I honestly didn't even recognize or remember it was her until she started doing the same exact thing. It wasn't a surprise-smash that time, but still ended up being nearly as hazardous and PTSD-triggering.
 
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Used to spend a lot of my time over at my best friend's house when I was in high school and in middle school. Parents were always super chill with me and dad liked me a lot. One day he was laying tile and I helped him for a bit. I remember him commenting, "My sons are upstairs playing video games and their friend is downstairs helping me lay tile. Where did I go wrong?"

Anyway woke up one morning my junior year of high school to older brother and dad screaming at the top of their lungs at one another. Dad was calling older brother a fat, lazy piece of shit (not a terrible description) and older brother was yelling at dad for... not making enough money?

Yelling subsided, dad bounced, and I went upstairs to leave and everyone was all crying and upset. Mom was all, "Oh honey, you're family, you don't have to go anywhere!" Being a dipshit highschooler, I just stood there awkwardly listening to a family going through the preliminaries of divorce. Wouldn't recommend the experience.
 
I hid in a friend's closet and listened to her brother beat her while she screamed. One time he threw a screwdriver at us and it buried an good inch into the tree right next to my face.
 
The first time I got drunk was when I was eleven. Me and Corey stayed at our friend David's house and he was white trash as hell. His mom was a lesbian and he showed us her closet full of strapons then we stole a bottle of her whiskey.

He lived in town with several hundred people in it which was unusual for me so we wandered the streets and sucked down the entire bottle between the three of us pretty quickly. I'd drank before but never that much and never that quickly. Suffice to say I was fucking trashed. There was a general store and in our drunken preteen stupor we decided to rip off a bunch of candy bars. I distracted the elderly owner while David and Corey looted the candy rack. I'm shocked we got away with it because of how obvious it was to the point that I think he knew we ripped him off but just didn't care.

We wandered the streets and hooked up with these older guys I didn't know that suggested we smoke weed, something I'd never done before. Obviously I said yes because why wouldn't I. I'd smoked plenty of cigarettes that I'd stolen from my dad before but I distinctly remember the weed making me gag. It wasn't too long after that I blacked out, one of only three times that's actually happened to me in my life. I don't really know what else happened beyond going back to his mom's house and eating tacos and standing by a tree. It was a hell of a night.

I'll have to type up a a post about hanging out at my Klansman friend's house in high school later.
 
We were the nerds and had normal nerd normal sleepovers centering on long sessions of multiplayer goldeneye once it got dark. We were short a fourth one weekend and invited a guy who wasn’t a regular and was a bit weird even by our standards. I’ll call him J.

So we’re outside playing kick the can or something with the rest of the neighborhood kids and J suggests cops and robbers. Sure, whatever. There are about a dozen people so everyone splits up into teams. J demands improvised weaponry so we all wind up armed with sticks.

At one point someone gets ‘shot’ by J and dramatically dies on the road. A few minutes later they get bored and start to get up and J yells at them that they’re dead and can’t move. That’s boring though and 10 year olds don’t put up with boredom, so the kid gets up anyway. J proceeds to have an absolute apeshit meltdown over this to a level I can’t even begin to put into words. Screaming, flailing, running at the kid and hitting him with the stick just due to him not wanting to lie on the road for upwards of 5 minutes. Everyone scatters off into the woods and J’s parents are called and come to collect him. 15 minutes later he’s still a white-hot ball of pure fury as they arrive and stuff him into their car.

J never got invited back, obviously. I’m still in contact with several of the people who were present and a year or two back someone relayed the news that he was found dead on the sidewalk (cause of death completely unknown and surprisingly not drug related) in the suburbs a mile or so from where the above incident happened. Life is weird.
 
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