Weird sleepover stories - Because kids can be really creepy

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ducktales4gameboy said:
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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"Well SOMEone's going to lay here" -the road, probably.
 
I don't recall having any sleepovers at my house as a kid, but I think my brother may have had a couple of friends to stay once or twice. Am I alone in assuming that sleepovers are generally more of a girl thing?

Anyway, I did go camping with my school once, so I guess that kind of counts. We were roughly 10 years old at the time, and the weirdest thing that happened was an incident in the showers where a boy was taunted for having the shape of a handprint on his buttocks. He didn't know how it had got there, and everyone kept weirdly focusing on it and making teasing remarks. I feel bad about it, in retrospect.
 
ducktales4gameboy said:
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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My small group of weird friends in HS had one who was a bit weirder than the rest of us, and seemed touched somehow. Not 'tism or 'tardation, but he had the 1000yd stare by 16 for no good reason. His family was decent & normal, and we'd all known each other since grade school.

Anyhow, there was a large overgrown field that we used to cut across as a shortcut to our river hangout & trails, but he absolutely refused to follow us, no matter what, even though the long way added another 2-3 miles of hilly road. We chalked it up to his bike not being meant for offroad, and would wait for him before continuing.

The guy never talked much, never offered any explanation, and we forgot about it until a couple years after graduating, when he disappeared without a trace.... until being found a year later in that same field, by some boys and their dog.

No determinate cause of death was ever given; he never did drugs, didn't hang out with anyone besides us, had no serious health problems (the guy was an excellent left-wing on the ice), etc. The only info we ever learned, was that he'd walked out into that field & died midstep, halfway to the other side.

I dunno.... thinking back on it, he wasn't even fatalistic or edgy or anything. It just seems like he saw his own death somehow, but for some reason stopped avoiding it.
 
Slept over a friend's house and they were white trash hoarders. It wasn't as bad as some of the shit you'd see on the "Hoaders" TV show, but it was easily the messiest house I'd ever seen.

There was garbage everywhere, and the house smelled...odd.

The next morning I had to go with my friend and his mom for HER paper route.

It was weird. REALLY weird.
Thank God he had a good SNES library. Made it a little more bearable.
 
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My parents made me go to this sleepover party that this really intense ADHD kid had. I was the only one that ended up staying the whole night. All the other kids realized that it sucked, and lived nearby. My parents lived on a farm 30 minutes away. So I was stuck.

The kid had ONE video game, Mortal Kombat. The first one. And by this time, I think Mortal Kombat 2 or 3 was already a thing. And he'd SHRIEK if he saw Scorpion's Fatality. And his mom made us all read Bible verses, and she wasn't wearing a bra and had some fugly dugs.

He stayed up playing the game over and over again until 3 AM. And was up at 6 AM.

Found out years later his dad used to eat all his ADHD meds and masturbate by the pool until he got caught by a neighbor's kid.
 
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Sword Fighter Super said:
Oh, I need to hear the rest of that story.
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She made a friend with a girl who didn't have many friends and she lived in some crappy trailer. When my mom stayed there she said that it was the typical white trash home. The girl was nice but the father was some creeper who tried to touch her and at some point, he took out a gun for no reason and pointed it at her. She ran home and was afraid to tell my grandfather about it. She never went to their place again.
 
As an adult I used to spend a good amount of time at a friend's house.

It wasn't as much as a sleepover, it was more like crashing at my buddy's parents house.

What was weird about it was that his family stayed up all hours of the night. He had a set of twin brothers that were still in high school and would be playing video games in their rooms well into 3:30am. Their TVs were at full volume. Their mom would sleep on the couch, and their dad would sleep at his auto shop.

They had a dog that was 19 years old, but not in a good way. This poor animal was both blind and deaf...sweet enough of a dog, but whenever I pet him, my hand came away all greasy.

I don't think I ever saw anything close to affection between any members of this family, and there seem to be almost no boundaries...and their mother was a social worker.

Go figure, right?
 
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A kinda weird one. One I have no idea what happened-

When my family first got our farm, I had a sleepover party- it was only like 4 people. A lot of my friends loved staying at my house because it was one of those 'middle of nowhere' places with nothing around for miles, but we had a creek to swim and we could camp out or have a bonfire or whatever.

One of my school friends had to bring his brother everywhere, so he brought him to my sleepover- which was cool, because his brother wasn't annoying and he got along well with my little brother. He wasn't mentally ill or anything that I could tell.

In the middle of the night, where the younger boys were sleeping, my friend's little brother just wakes up crying. He was like 8 or 9 but he just woke up bawling like a toddler that had a nightmare. And he wouldn't stop. He wouldn't talk. My parents tried to console him, everyone did- and he wouldn't stop. And my buddy- his older brother- just was really quiet. Like, he seemed to know something that he wasn't telling.

I remember my parents tried repeatedly to call this kid's folks, but no answer- and back then, cell phones were not as common and out in this area- they didn't work anyway. So they called and called, and finally my mom loaded the kid up and drove to town to take him home...

...but she came back with him the next morning, and all I remember is a little while later my friend's grandfather came and got him and his little brother, and I am pretty sure there was some kind of CPS agent or detective in tow, because they had coffee in the kitchen with my parents and made notes.

My folks never told me what happened, but my friend and his little brother ended up missing a lot of school and eventually got transferred somewhere else. And the weird thing is, this was a pretty small town and I've never heard anyone say anything about it other than "oh yeah, I remember, they just up and moved out of the blue".

Whatever it was, it still bothers me when I think about it.
 
The only one I can think of isn't very exciting. Most of my sleepovers were normal. I did a sleepover at a friend's home in elementary school. She told me that there was a room that her grandfather had lived in and he died there. She claimed that her home was haunted by this dead grandfather.
The entire night I was terrified of leaving her bedroom because I didn't want to see his ghost.
 
I didn't have any particularly strange sleep overs that I can remember, but I did sleep over at a friend's house only to find out his parents were hoarders. The house was nearly impossible to navigate through the piles of junk and it smelled like someone had eaten an entire carton of cigs and threw up in every room of the house. The "clean" dishes were all caked with gross shit and the bathroom was unspeakable. I'm a neat freak so I was extremely uncomfortable the entire visit, which sucked because I was really good friends with the guy. The sad part is that it clearly had an effect on him, because his apartment is just as much of a trash heap as his old house.
 
I wasn't the one spending the night in this story but it involves me. My friend Tara was a few years younger than me so when I graduated high school she was still there. She regularly dyed her hair and I had a question about dying hair so I called her and asked if I could pick her up and take her with me to the story to buy hair dye. She agreed. So I picked her up and she had a friend who lived with her most of the time. Apparently her family were hoarders with a horrible bug problem and they never cleaned anything and while my friend's apartment was nothing special it was way better than the trailer her family lived in.

A few days later Tara called me and asked if I could give her and her friend a ride somewhere. I ask where and she said to her friend's trailer, then back to her apartment. I asked why and no joke she said, "(friend) can only poop at home, she can't poop here. So she needs a ride home to poop then she wants to come back over." I was honestly irritated at being asked such a thing and maybe I should have been more compassionate but I said no and that her friend needed to learn to go to the bathroom other places than home because that was just ridiculous.
 
I spent probably half my childhood at my one buddy's house. They had a giant dog and it was eventually super old and half zombified but was still pretty lovable. Anyway we go to sleep in our sleeping bags, and I wake up in the morning to discover the dog took a liquid shit all over the rug, and because I roll around a lot in my sleep, I was glazed in liquid dog shit. Was pretty gross.
 
In junior high through high school my friends and I would just crash at whoever's house we were at when it got dark most of the time on the weekends. Normally it was my buddy Billy's house since his parents were almost always gone over the weekend and always stocked the house with frozen pizzas and soda when they left. So we'd just stay up all night playing Nintendo and watching cable. Almost every weekend we'd be there or my house if my mom was cooking fried chicken or pork chops because not inviting folks over for that was akin to ending the friendship. Though some weekends we'd spend the whole thing at my friend Phil's place since his parents had an amazing pool and his parent's were old hippies with wealthy parents who didn't give a fuck so long as we were quiet after 11pm and didn't try to steal their weed or booze

Over those 5 or 6 years we did a lot of weird shit happen at different times. Billy's house just saw the most of it. We made homemade napalm there once and made a scorch mark that kept his dad's lawn from growing there for a few years. We worked on a friend's old Mustang in the garage once and got high on gasoline and exhaust fumes because we didn't open the door while we were testing the carburetor we had just rebuilt, I literally passed out and was carried in to the bathroom where I woke up a few minutes later with the worst headache I've ever experienced while in a tub of cold water and my clothes still on.

At my parent's house we go ahold of some old bottle rockets my dad had in his gun safe and went driving through the neighborhood at midnight shooting them at people's garage doors because the noise it made was insanely loud and scary as fuck. We were in my first car, an old Ford sedan that my friend's Billy and Warton fired the rockets from the trunk, because that seemed the easier way to be able to shoot from a moving car. Well as we went to fire one I hit a bump and the really worn out suspension kicked the tail up hard and Warton fell the fuck out with a lit bottle rocket in his hand. I accelerated because my friend Trevor screamed "Go dude" and I hadn't seen Warton fall out. I get maybe a half mile down the road and I'm hearing Billy cackle incredibly loudly so we pull over and ask what the fuck happened. He tells us Warton fell out, panicked and threw the bottle rocket AT HIS OWN FEET and then it took off, bounched around near him, and exploded, so turn the car back on and go to pick Warton up and dude is fucking gone. We drove around almost another hour looking for him before we just went back to my house, where he was hiding in the bushes by the garage and soaking wet. Turned out he took off through the neighborhood and somehow fell in a pool after he jumped a fence trying to get away.

I've got a few more stories too, shit like lighting farts and accidentally burning all the towels in someone's bathroom and Warton losing his virginity to a random underclassman girl at Billy's house before a bunch of us ran in to the room and started singing "When the moon hits your eye"
 
My earliest memory was when I was 4 and I had a sleepover with my best friend. It was all fun and games until we woke up, started playing and she asked to play with my hello kitty plush, my favorite plush ever (my mom had bought it for me from London). I said no, she started crying and when she tried to grab it, I punched her in the face.
That’s the only things I can remember, my parents told me that they screamed at me in the ride home and I just hugged my hello kitty tight.
Apparently the day after that we reconciled.
 
We allowed my older cousin to spend the night because he had nowhere else to go. I locked my bedroom door and I'm pretty sure in the middle of the night he tried to open my door but couldn't get in, so he tried to get in bed with my mom who slept on the pull-out bed downstairs, and he wasn't going to her in an innocent way. My mom woke up and was like "WTF are you doing" and he got all scared and went back upstairs to sleep. That was the last time he was allowed to spend the night.
 
Yolandi said:
I wasn't the one spending the night in this story but it involves me. My friend Tara was a few years younger than me so when I graduated high school she was still there. She regularly dyed her hair and I had a question about dying hair so I called her and asked if I could pick her up and take her with me to the story to buy hair dye. She agreed. So I picked her up and she had a friend who lived with her most of the time. Apparently her family were hoarders with a horrible bug problem and they never cleaned anything and while my friend's apartment was nothing special it was way better than the trailer her family lived in.

A few days later Tara called me and asked if I could give her and her friend a ride somewhere. I ask where and she said to her friend's trailer, then back to her apartment. I asked why and no joke she said, "(friend) can only poop at home, she can't poop here. So she needs a ride home to poop then she wants to come back over." I was honestly irritated at being asked such a thing and maybe I should have been more compassionate but I said no and that her friend needed to learn to go to the bathroom other places than home because that was just ridiculous.
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All the more motivation to get their own car/license.
 
Yolandi said:
I wasn't the one spending the night in this story but it involves me. My friend Tara was a few years younger than me so when I graduated high school she was still there. She regularly dyed her hair and I had a question about dying hair so I called her and asked if I could pick her up and take her with me to the story to buy hair dye. She agreed. So I picked her up and she had a friend who lived with her most of the time. Apparently her family were hoarders with a horrible bug problem and they never cleaned anything and while my friend's apartment was nothing special it was way better than the trailer her family lived in.

A few days later Tara called me and asked if I could give her and her friend a ride somewhere. I ask where and she said to her friend's trailer, then back to her apartment. I asked why and no joke she said, "(friend) can only poop at home, she can't poop here. So she needs a ride home to poop then she wants to come back over." I was honestly irritated at being asked such a thing and maybe I should have been more compassionate but I said no and that her friend needed to learn to go to the bathroom other places than home because that was just ridiculous.
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A good friend of mine drugs himself regularly so he won't shit unless he's home. He's a45 year old man with a wife and kids that's spent 12 years as a machine gunner with the rangers. The only places that man will shit are his own toilet and any hole he's dug in the wilderness.

I hate road tripping with him because he will make you pull off the interstate in bfe so he can dig a hole instead of just using a truck stop bathroom
 
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