Friend's family (brand new next door neighbor) set up their master bedroom in the living room. Walk in the front door and you were in the master bedroom, except the normal living room entertainment things were there. TV, Nintendo, etc. All the kids were hanging out on the bed, playing games. Weird, but whatever. Then there was the creepy part. Cameras were set up aiming at the bed. This was in the mid 90's, and the cameras were giant 80's video recorders on tripods.
I figured my son had seen a day bed or a sofa bed in the living room, and normal camera gear. Nope, he nailed it by saying the family was making movies in the bed in the living room. He didn't know the word for those sort of films yet.
They really lived like pigs. The parents were alcoholics and just sat around all day playing radio bingo. One time, the youngest brother, who was probably around 5 years old, pulled down his diaper (yes, he wore diapers at that age) and started going number 2 on the living room floor.
I pointed it out, but their reaction was like, "Oh, he does that all the time," like it was completely normal. Wtf.
She also told me how she once got in a fistfight with her mom and she (as in my friend) won. She was saying this so casually, it was so weird. There's some weird stuff going on in that household.
His family probably fed him real food, he just really liked dog food.
We found this out because we were hanging out at my place before school in the backyard, and he reached down into our dog food bag and just started chowing down.
No, it wasn't even to gross us out, he did it a few times just because he liked it.
My brother's a standard, cringey, annoying Neckbeard, so all of his friends were of a similar nature, but this kid was especially weird. My mom would take me along when she'd go to pick my brother up from his house after school and I remember my mom insisting I stay put in the living room when she went to the kid's bedroom to collect my brother.
It turned out it was because EVERY INCH of this guy's bedroom walls were plastered with hardcore photography. He was in 8th grade, but his dad would buy him magazines whatnot, and the dad was very open about his own extensive collection. His dad was just an all around mega-creep, he was tall, rail thin, bald, wire-frammed glasses, strangely pale, always clammy looking and gave off the most uncomfortable vibes. The mother was jittery and nervous all the time and it turned out the dad had an insane temper, there were holes in the walls around the house from him raging, he was probably hitting her or, at the very least, intimidating her.
I remember my mom watched this kid's dad storm out of his car outside the middle school one day, pick his son up by the neck and start angrily hissing at him between clenched teeth in front of other parents and teachers. Apparently, nobody did anything (typical of my town, bunch of winners). My mom hated my brother hanging out with this kid and understandably did not want him going over his house, but she also knew he didn't have much in the way of friends and she couldn't really stop him from going over there after school because she was working.
Thinking of that family gives me the creeps.
Ever. No matter what she was doing.
No filter, heater, or substrate. They had had the tank for years and not once cleaned it or did a water change, so you could barely see through the algae and into the brown water.
That's not the worst part though. When a fish died, which they always did a month or so after they get it, THEY LEAVE THE DEAD FISH IN THE TANK AND REFUSE TO TAKE IT OUT. So the fish that are still alive have to swim in the water where their friend is slowly decaying. It of course kills them, so the family gets new fish, rinse and repeat.
I dunno why but that one stuck with me. I think about it every day
He often made really violent comments, once he threatened to bring his dad's gun to school and shoot me.
When we had the "if an adult touches you in any of these places, you need to tell someone" lesson, he seemed REALLY bothered and yelled at some kids who were giggling at the mention of genitals (we were maybe 8.)
I had a crush on a kid in our class and it was painfully obvious. Kids were teasing me for it as kids do, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G song and all. He asked me if I wanted to do some really vulgar things with the kid I had a crush on, then went on to say, "It's okay if you do, I do it with my mom."
I've been trying to track him down ever since social media became a thing and I haven't been able to find him. I hope things turned out okay for him.
We were about 12 yrs old. My best friend stayed over at a mutual friend's house. She woke up to friend's stepfather attempting to touch friend and friend saying "please... no... not tonight."
The next day friend told her mom because it was going on awhile and escalating. Police called. My friend had to give a statement. Stepfather was promptly divorced and went to jail.
He was nice, his parents drove new trucks, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The first and only time I went to his home, it was in a nice area although it was freestanding (not part of a community). The home was a dump: paint faded and chipped, part of the gutter broken and dangling off the side of the house, and some major cracks. The lawn was a mess as well. Inside, things were dusty and smelly and there were a lot of insects. Ants and cockroaches were crawling around everywhere during broad daylight.
I try my best to ignore things while we play video games in the living room. When it's time to finally go to sleep, we go to Joe's room and the first thing I notice is cobwebs on the ceiling corners near the bed. I hate spiders so I'm already freaked out. I go to get a closer look hoping that there's no spiders and instead I see a black widow. I ask Joe if he has bug spray around and he says no and not to worry, the spiders (plural which freaked me out further) don't bite. Then, I swear to God, he points at the black widow in the corner and says, "That's Matilda, she's nice." I didn't sleep much that night.
I don't understand how people live in such conditions. His dad owned his own small construction company and his mother was an accountant. They definitely had money so I don't know why they wouldn't clean up and fix up their home.
The same towel.
I slept over once and when I took a shower I had to use their nasty, wet, butt germ towel. I tried to just use one tiny corner.
They didn't even change it everyday! Yuck!
When we would have dinner over there, those boys were not allowed to drink their beverages during the eating of the meal. They had to clean their plates and only when the plates were clean were they allowed to take a sip of their water, milk, or whatever. And then they had to drink the whole beverage. I used to feel my throat closing when I thought about it.
She'd go on about how hot she thought he was, tell me that it was OK to fancy him... really weird.
He wasn't hot either.
Their mother got angry at both of them for something and started to undress them butt naked and spanked them with a belt. We were literally sitting one meter away from them and her mother didn't care that she would embarrass her kids in front of us.
They were in fifth, sixth (friend), eighth, and tenth grades when I met them. Their apartment was always disgusting, and the mom would leave $20 for food and disappear for a couple of days on a regular basis. My friend essentially lived at my house once we got close.
One time, I did their mom's laundry because her pile of clothes took up every square inch of floor space in the hallway and master bedroom. We found over $100 in loose pocket change (mom was a bartender, so it was common to find bills and not just change) and went grocery shopping for them (probably the first time that house had seen a vegetable). She called the cops on me for stealing that money saying that she had plans to use it for a family vacation. The responding officer shook my hand and said he'd have done the same thing and left.
I answered a yes or no question with "Yeah" and was told by the mother that was rude and inappropriate. I was told I had to write "yes" on a piece of paper 100 times or go home. I thought she was joking so I did that little polite smile/laugh and said sorry. She dialed my mom's number, handed me the phone, and told me to tell her I was going home and why.
I was dumbfounded at the time. Who does that? Poor friend.
He had an infant sister, whom she would breastfeed while cooking - holding her with one hand and stirring whatever goop she was cooking with the other.
5 yr old me was puzzled. I asked my mom why women had jello in their chest and men did not. I was forbidden from going to that house after the ensuing discussion/interrogation. My dad had a talk with the boy's dad. Turns out he didn't know about his wife's behavior either.
I don't know what happened after that, the kid and I were not classmates next year.
She was worried that her dad would do something to her little brother and mum while she wasn't there to look after them.
His parents would make him go to the bathroom, spread some uncooked rice on the tile floor, turn off the lights and make him kneel on it. They'd check every few minutes to make sure he was kneeling.
He got in trouble for the usual dumb kid stuff, but also for accidents. Once he dropped a glass pitcher. Just slipped from his hands. Total accident. His mom told me to go home because it was time to kneel on rice.
She had a sleepover for her birthday and although we didn't see him that night, when we woke up he had zero qualms about walking into a lounge full of 7 year old girls with his everything just hanging out.
Maybe not the worst but I couldn't and still can't understand why he didn't make an exception for just that day at least.
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