Weirdest Things Seen At Someone’s Home That Seemed Normal At First
The world never fails to surprise us. Our Redditors shared some of the most bizarre things they’ve seen at someone else’s house that they thought was perfectly normal. From creepy skulls to really, really odd habits, these stories will totally blow your mind and we kid you not! Safe to say, these encounters have scarred our Redditors’ memories forever. To call them ‘weird’ would be an understatement of the year. They are the mix of unapologetically eerie, hard to digest and down right hilarious. But the end of the day, they are families and they are absolutely lovely!
If you too have such stories to add to the list or if you too are one of those families who like to keep things offbeat, go ahead and share them in the comments sections. So, get ready to read some of the weirdest stories ever that’ll surely make you question your definition of ‘normal’ forever.
Fake or Real?
I went to high school with a girl whose family would dress up their house like a model home being sold or something. For example the dining room table was dressed with a plastic thanksgiving feast, with plastic food on nice plates and fake wine in fake glasses. When you walked into her bedroom the bed was made with top corner open as if she just got out of bed and there was a tray with a fake bowl of cereal and a fake glass of orange juice. On the floor were coloring books and crayons as if a child lived in the room… They kept the place spotless and every room had an odd theme of fake living. Her parent’s bedroom had quite a few large African animal statues and fake rose petals leading to the bed.
Not Awkward At All!
I was friends with my little league baseball coach’s son. One day I was invited to their house for a “play date”, as I walked through the door I saw a huge framed white cloth with some weird symbol; I didn’t think much about it because at the time I didn’t know hell it was.. My coach noticed me looking at it as I entered the house and said “My Granddad wore that, its been in the family for years”… naturally I was like oh okay whatever and thought nothing of it again… now that I am older.. I realize what it was (kkk robe)… worst part is that I am not white.. lol
Plastic Ban? Guess Not!
The extent to which the owners had gone to “preserve” their furniture. Each piece of furniture, including the lamp shades, had a custom-cut plastic shell draped over it. Every furniture leg had a plastic bowl underneath it to distribute weight across the carpet, preventing indents.
The strangest part was the plastic pathways laid out across the floor. These pathways were kind of like “plastic carpets” laid on top of the real carpet. You weren’t allowed to walk on the actual carpet – instead, you had to walk on these plastic mats that criss-crossed the floor and connected all the rooms to each other.
We had a human skull in a glass case in our living room growing up, it was years before I figured out that was really weird. My mom got it from a doctor friend or something, just some random head, not like a relative or anything. We called him Freddy and had to superglue his jaw back on every few years when it fell off. I guess I had repressed the memories but just typing this now I recall touching it and playfully tossing it around gently at times.
New Age Modern Family
I will never forget as a child visiting my friends house and noticing the wallpaper they had in his hallways. The pattern was of naked women, throughout his apartment, just little naked women all over the wall. We were maybe 8 years old, and it was amazing.
That's How They Roll
I was about 12-13, visiting my best friend’s house for the first time. After lunch, I get the urge to take a dump, so I go to the restroom, do my thing, finish up, and flush.
Nothing. Nothing happens. I take a step back, flush again. Still nothing. So I start freaking the hell out. I’m a kid, I just broke my friend’s toilet, I don’t have any money to pay to fix it or buy a new one. I’m standing there, sweating, trying to figure out a plan, and after 15 minutes I still got nothing.
I finally decide to fess up. I mean, I can’t stay in there all day, they’ll eventually figure out something is wrong, right? I step outside and sheepishly tell his mom that I broke the toilet. She starts laughing, goes into the bathroom and turns on the water flow to the toilet, waits a few minutes, then flushes, easy peasy. Everyone – the best friend, his mom, and his sister – then takes the opportunity to start laughing at me because I didn’t know it was “normal” to turn the water on/off whenever I needed to use the bathroom.
To this day if I’m unfamiliar with a restroom, I always do a precautionary flush just to make sure everything is working the way it should.
My parents were in a bowling league and would bring me with them. I made friends with a girl who hung out at the bowling alley because she lived in a home on an acre next to it. She invited me to come to her house while my parents bowled. I asked my parents and they said I could. We walk to her house, and when I walk in there is a lion cub chained to a coffee table in the front room. She asks me if I want to pet the lion, of course I do! I pet the lion, we hang out, and I go back to the bowling alley like nothing happened. I tell my parents and they are like sure you pet a lion. Years later when I am reading the paper, the girl and her family are arrested for illegally having exotic cats. I show my parents and have the best “told you so” moment in my life.
You Can See Me :)
One of my wife’s co-workers invited us to a dinner party. He’s a very accomplished doctor who is, supposedly, considered the foremost authority in his specialty. I knew the man had a huge ego but nothing prepared me for what I saw when we went to his home.
As soon as we walked in the door there was a life size painting of himself that one of his patients had given him as a gift. Nothing strange about that, he saved a patients life and they were very grateful so they gave him a painting. His wife takes our jackets, hangs them up then walks us to his massive living room where the rest of the guests are mingling. As I looked around the room to take in what a magnificent home this man has I noticed that there are hundreds of pictures lining his shelves and walls. Every, single one of those pictures was of him. Not of his wife, not of his four children, not of his siblings, parents, or someone he admires. Even the pictures that looked like they may have been group photos were cropped so that only he could be seen.
I’m terrible at hiding my true feelings, my face usually gives me away every time but I spent the next hour desperately trying to pretend like this wasn’t remotely strange. After a few drinks I decided to head to the bathroom, I had to take a dump and I’m not shy about doing so at another person’s home. I walked into their guest bathroom, closed the door, lifted up the lid, sat down and grabbed one of a dozen books that were sitting next to the toilet. The first book I picked up is written by our host, so I picked up another book and it is also written by our host. I looked at the book ends and ALL of them are written by our host. Part amused and part disgusted I looked up and noticed there is a picture on a small table across from the toilet. It’s our host again, staring at me in the picture while I’m taking a dump…..
Mess in House Or House in Mess?
I had a friend and this would have been ninth grade for me. Both parents were well respected teachers at the local school — there was no reason, really, to suspect they were any different than “the rest of us” (heh). One day I went to his house to hang out, and there were piles and piles of stuff. Everywhere. Like, two-three feet of paper and mail on the counters, pots and pans stacked up to your waist. Mounds and mounds of stuff on every possible surface. We ate lunch and I just kind of held my bowl on my lap. One time we spent 15 minutes looking for the phone. There were paths around the house where you could walk, barely, without hitting your elbows on stuff.
We never talked about it. We always hung out in the basement, where his bedroom was. From down there you’d have no idea how much of a mess the upstairs was. He was a pretty normal kid. I guess it was hoarding, but at the time I didn’t have a word for it. We just conveniently never addressed it.
To this day I still think about it and how downright bizarre it was.
In The Meth Business
My friend, Todd, and I were both 10 years old. I spent a lot of time at his house, but always had the feeling that things were just off in some way. I didn’t know what his mom did for a living, but I did know she slept until 2 PM daily. Todd told me that the overwhelming urine smell in the basement was from his cat, but I couldn’t understand how one cat was capable of that stench.
His mom and stepdad eventually were caught and did prison time for manufacturing crystal meth.
Love Knows No Bounds
The mother of a friend of mine is a little nuts. For years she went on about her cat that she loves. After a not seeing the cat ever I finally asked the guy where the hell this cat was. He looked around and said, follow me….”Uh ok.” So we go downstairs into the basement, and he opens up the freezer. He says “Grab that,” pointing to a plastic bag. Inside was fluffy for the last few years, the little bell around his neck still jingled when you turn the rock hard kitty over. The cat had died in the house, but the mother didn’t want to bury it, or burn it, or throw it away, you get the idea. He couldn’t say anything to his mother about it, so yeah, that was weird.
Best Dishwasher Ever!
I was invited over to a friend’s house for dinner for the first time. Now, for staging purposes, they all sit around the living room to eat as a family. They have these two large dogs. So, I ask beforehand, as I always do, what the rules are with the dogs and food.
They tell me that not only can I feed them whatever I want, but that all the plates are given to the dogs after the meal and that the dogs would hassle you if you took the plate straight to the kitchen.
So, I finish my meal. Which was decent… And I lay my plate down for the dogs. They clean it up quite nicely. I pick it up to take to the kitchen and I ask if it goes in the sink or the dishwasher. They said to put it back in the cabinet because the dogs clean it good enough to eat off of. I laughed at the joke and then kinda reiterated my question.
IT WASN’T A JOKE!
My friend walked in to the kitchen and put her plate, her boyfriend’s plate, and her mom and dad’s plate all in the cabinet with the other “clean” dishes. I could have been sick. I dropped all contact with them. That was just too much.
Shut The Front Door!
I was once invited to stay the night at a (adult) friend’s parents home. At that time he had a younger teenage brother who was still living at home. I was about 24 years old. Anyways, when bedtime rolled around I was brought to a very small room and shown a large door laid flat, raised off the ground a bit. No mattress or anything… just the door. I was told, in seemingly complete sincerity, that this is where the “boys” sleep. Meaning: my friend and his brother sleep on the door, and it was assumed I would do the same. All of us, together, “cozy”, sleeping on the door.
My friend’s grandma had a coffin in place of a coffee table. I guess she heard about how expensive funeral related costs could be and being the elderly and frugal woman she was, decided to take measures into her own hands. She bought a DIY coffin kit, had someone put it together for her and then needed a place to store it before her big dirt nap. Where else to put it but the formal living room? To be fair, she did keep a candy bowl and doilies and other old lady stuff on it but it was definitely a coffin. Super macabre but she knew how to keep stuff real. She passed away last year and I’m pretty sure she was buried in her “coffin table”. Loved that lady.
When I was a missionary (LDS Church), I got invited into a man’s house because he wanted to read the scriptures and had shown some interest in our church. When I went inside, literally every square inch of his walls and ceiling were covered in pictures (like ripped out of magazines, or taken with a camera and printed), and also diagrams, newspaper clippings etc. Literally every square inch of the walls and ceiling were COVERED in random stuff. The place was also super dirty.. There were little cockroaches crawling around in various places on the wall.
I asked him if he wanted to come to our church again, and he explained to me how he lets God choose where he goes each day through “signs”. When I prompted for further explanation he showed me some of the diagrams on his wall. I realized many of them were spreadsheets with rows and columns and they would have random decisions etc. on them. For example, he had come to our church because a Cockroach had wandered onto one of his spreadsheets on his wall. he had seen the roach sitting on the spot where “Sunday” crossed with “latter day saint church” and decided to come to our church that Sunday.
Friendly Bugs Are For Real!
I spent the night at a friend’s house. During dinner, tiny bugs crawled in and out of the bread and tangoed around the edges of our plates. It was noticeable, but my friend and her fam just continued eating. When the mother asked why I wasn’t eating, I told her there were bugs in the food. “They’re just mealybugs,” she said. “They won’t hurt you. Just pick them out.” My friend leaned over to my plate and demonstrated how to remove a few of the bugs from my food. Then her whole family just stared at me as they continued to shovel large quantities of food into their mouths.
There's A Special Place In Hell For Dog Torturers
Kind-of weird, more sad than anything. A family I babysat for as a teenager had a little dog, maybe a Yorkie? But they kept it in a cage all the time. And whenever they let it out, the dog would go crazy and would be wagging its adorable little tail and running around in circles so fast. To me, this was understandable because it had so much pent-up energy. But that enraged this family, and they would almost immediately put it back in the cage because the dog was “misbehaving”. It was devastating. Whenever I went over there, I gave that dog so much attention. And I ended up dog-sitting it for a week, I went over there as much as I could to play with him and walk him. I asked the family before they left if it was cool if I took the dog on walks, and they said something along the lines of “yeah, that’s cool, but we never have done that before, so he’ll probably go crazy.” I was too young to realize that I should have said something to someone about how this dog was being neglected, but I didn’t. Instead, I gave him all the love I could within those few times I was there, and cried almost every time I left because the dog just looked so dejected. If I ever get an animal, I’m going to give it so much love, because seeing that dog broke my heart.
Anaconda In My Den!
Went to pick up some guy in east Austin back in the early ’90’s. We were going out clubbing and he had some party favors to share. He lived in a dilapidated old house and in one of the rooms was a trundle-bed with the drawer completely broken off the runners and laying on the floor. With great effort we pulled the drawer out to reveal the reason: A HUGE python that used it as a den. The guy explained that he would just throw live chickens or stray cats into the room to feed the giant monster. When it got cold he would often fall asleep on the couch only to wake up and find himself wrapped in a python that was trying to stay warm. The python didn’t want to go anywhere so this guy would be stuck there until someone showed up to help him from the heavy coils. Later found out the guy was a heroin junkie. Gee, what a surprise.
It's Payback Time!
This kid Gordon in elementary school… nobody played with him because he was a known booger-eater and played with My Little Ponies (that was weird in the 80s). My parents, always the kindly ones, made a play date for me with this charity case because nobody else would play with him.
At his house, he was clearly uncomfortable with playing with another child. His mom told us to go play My Little Ponies in his bedroom, where I discovered that when he wasn’t eating his boogers he was stashing them on the book shelf by his bed to eat later.
I told my parents about it when they asked me if I’d had fun. Thankfully, they never made me go back. I don’t remember ever seeing him in school again either, so his family probably moved or I was just incredibly lucky.
It’s come around though… my own child eats her boogers. She laughs when I tell her not to do it, like it’s funny. She also plays with My Little Ponies. For all I know, Gordon hanged himself long ago and has now been reincarnated as my daughter as some sort of punishment against me.
Wife Is Always Right!
My ex-boss had put post-its all over her refrigerator nagging her husband about personal hygiene stuff, “Jim, I need you to brush your teeth for one full minute today – and FLOSS.”
Embarrassing right? Even if he had bad hygiene (which as far as I could tell, he didn’t), is that how you go about it? Shaming him in front of friends and family?
This woman was also cra-cra at at work. Just a terror. Incompetent high school type bully that really got off on seeing other people suffer.
One day, he’s gonna hang his wild years on a nail that he drove through her forehead.
Just sayin’, I’d put money on it.
I briefly dated a girl that had a “shrine” dedicated to her cat. She had a tall bookshelf about two feet wide and one shelf was stuffed full with all the cat hair she had pulled off the furniture, carpet, and brush she used on said cat. Another shelf was lined with framed photos of her cat and two shot-glasses. One shot glass had all the molted layers off of her cat’s claws and the other contained all the whiskers that had fallen off of the cat’s face. This shelf probably had some other cat things that I’ve since blocked from my memory.
She was the definitive “crazy chick”. The last time I saw her in a date-like context, she was driving and asked if I wanted her to turn on my seat heater. The place we were going was only five blocks or so and I said, “I don’t think we’ll be driving long enough for it to get warm.”
Her response was to slap me across the face and yell, “When I ask you a yes or no question, I expect you to answer yes or no!”
No Such Thing As Too Much White
Visiting friends with a beach house. Beach House was actually the guy’s parents’ house and they were there. The mother had an obsessive compulsive disorder where everything in her environment had to colored white. There was white carpeting, white walls, white appliances, white counters, white furniture. Pictures on the walls were all black on white drawings, with white picture frames and white matting. White console shelves with white figurines. The son had bought his mother a new phone (corded home phone). The problem was, it was “ivory” not white. The mother opened it but face fell when she saw it wasn’t white. She set it aside, pushing away from her body. We played on the beach for a while. Later we came back in. The phone had been plugged in, but typing “white out” fluid had been crudely swabbed all over the phone to make it whiter.
Family Comes First
I was having dinner at a friends house. First of all they had plates that had pictures of all their family along the edge of the plate and that I found extremely strange. But that’s not the weirdest thing. Basically they served the food in the dead center of the plate and would not allow any food on the pictures. Even when they accidentally spilled some on the pictures they all had a hand towel to wipe it off. I then knew I was in for a treat of a night.
I used to be best friends with a kid when I was around 9. He lived with his mom and 4 siblings and was fairly poor. His mom was always working evenings and weekends so he was pretty much unsupervised most of the time I was over there and he was always doing pretty strange things. The weirdest thing I remember though was that couldn’t sleep without the lights on and music playing. Every time I slept over, it took me hours to get to sleep because he had not just a night light, but his room FULLY LIT all night and he always played the Pokemon theme song on repeat all night on a broken stereo that couldn’t change songs. Once when I tried to turn off the stereo after he fell asleep, he woke up immediately and got pissed off. I stopped sleeping over at his house after that.
Say High Maintenance
I went to a boyfriend’s house for dinner to meet his parents for the first time. When the mom greeted me, I asked if there was anything I could do to help out (ya know…being nice) She took me to the kitchen where everything was set out to make the meal and just left me there. A little shocked, I started cooking since its something I enjoy doing and thought I could impress them with my mad skills. The mom would come by every once in a while to criticize me for weird stuff like “Are you following the recipe?! It says here to boil the pasta in exactly 8 cups of water! How much did you use?!” The dad was totally silent the whole time. Didn’t say shit the entire time but waited promptly for dinner to be ready. The older sister complained about it being dry and nobody thanked me for making it. This should have been a red flag for me not to date this guy but NOPE!
Transparency Is The Key
When I was in high school I went over to a friend of a friend’s house to go swimming and a picnic. Everything seemed normal until we went inside and her mom had multiple baskets of porn magazines as if it were People or Maxim about the house. To make matters worse, there was probably on the order of 8-10 different vibrators plugged in at various outlets throughout. It was so bizarre but they all acted as if it was something everyone has.
Daddy Cool, Mommy Coolest!
When my parents went to go meet my first girlfriend’s parents in high school there was a giant bong in my gf’s parent’s living room. It was just right there and my parents obviously freaked but didn’t say anything until we got home.
They also bluntly asked my parents if they were going to buy condoms or if they should. Lol. My parents waaay out of their comfort level. Now that I think about it, her parents were pretty cool.
The Roach's Army
When I was about 10-11 my cousins and I decided after church to have a sleep over at their apartment. The apartment was relatively clean, with a bit of unavoidable dirt on the floor. Anyways, we get to their room and watch television for the rest of the day until their parents tell us they’re going to bed and we needed to keep it down. Around 11 pm little roaches started appearing. Now this wasn’t too concerning at the time since both of our families lived in relativity economic housing complexes, so I didn’t mind seeing roaches here and there. But this was different. What started out as little roaches scurrying about early in the night turned into hundreds upon hundreds crawling on the floors, walls, furniture and almost anything they could get on. I was utterly shocked at how many appeared throughout the night. What was even more bewildering was that my older cousin would pick the roaches up and play with then. So during that night I made it a game of who could stay up longer. I ended up staying awake the whole night up until my parents picked me up in the morning. Probably one of the worst cases of roach infestation I’ve ever encountered. Most likely contributed to my phobia of roaches.
Dig A 'Lil Deeper
When I was in 4th-5th grade I went to my friend’s house to play video games. When I walked into his room I noticed these weird red marks on his wall. I didn’t really care much since I was there for games but after a bit he put his controller down picked his nose and proceeded to wipe it on the effing wall. That’s when I realized the red marks was when he dug too deep for gold…
Pinky The Pooh
I was hired to paint a coworker of my father’s house when I was 14. I would spend a few hours there everyday for about 2 weeks painting. He kept the house completely locked up so I couldn’t go inside, but when you looked in the windows all you could see for miles was pink pigs. Pink pig table mats and curtains and dishes and paintings and pink pig shower curtains and wallpapers and hundreds of pink pig stuffed animals. Every square inch of this guys house was decorated or accessorize with some kind of pink pig. This was a 55 year old single man who worked as an architect in relatively rural Georgia. Very successful, a really nice guy, but his entire house was decked out in pink pig everything. The bedroom was the creepiest with all the stuffed animals and comforter covers and pillows all being pigs. I was far too embarrassed for him to ask about it just kind of let it go.
OCD Level 101
When I was in high school, my mother came up with a scheme to rid herself of my lazy butt: she found a family that was looking for a “mother’s helper” and shipped me off to live with them. They were well above my family’s tax bracket and they had really expensive furniture everywhere except the kitchen. However, all of the furniture was encased in horrible plastic covers–even the lampshades had custom made zip on covers. But no one was allowed to use any room besides the kitchen, which I cleaned and scrubbed every day. The children wherein camp or school or outside. Their rooms were sterile, with no toys no books and no evidence of human life.
Don't Take 'Em Lightly
When I was a kid, I went to my friend’s house and they brought out some roasted, salted peanuts. I picked one up, cracked and removed the shell and ate the peanuts inside. They proceeded to flip out because I was “wasting” the shell. I watched them eat more than ten each, shell and all. I tried half of one this way, it was almost completely inedible. I have no idea how they did it.
Another time, I was at my neighbor’s house, they had kids our age. There was one of those whimsical signs hanging in their bathroom above a fresh roll of toilet paper that said “For Guests Only.” I went about my business and a few hours later, while back outside playing, the kid (I don’t remember his name, this was 30 years ago) got called back inside. He came back out a few minutes later looking pale and asked me “Did you use the toilet paper in our bathroom?” Apparently, the sign was serious.
We're Kinda Snake Ourselves
When i was a kid at a friends house, he and his mom peeled their skin off their entire face like snakes do.
While I was pretty shocked about that , they were pretty surprised I don’t develop like a second layer of skin every once in a while that had to be peeled off, until now those are the only people I have ever met that do this