When we come home at the end of a long, hard day, we expect our house to be warm, welcoming, and calm. But that's not always the case. Instead of opening the door to find our family and personal belongings, sometimes we find chaos.
A Reddit thread recently asked people to share the worst thing they have ever come home to, and the responses will definitely make us appreciate coming home to a quiet and relatively normal house. It's amazing these people didn't move after seeing some of these things. Take a look at some of the most traumatizing, disturbing, and flat out strange experiences these people had when coming home. All posts have been edited for clarity.
"I came home from visiting my wife's family over Christmas break. She had asked a friend to come by and feed our cats, and the friend agreed. When we got back home, there was no food or water in any of the cat bowls, and one of our cats was sitting in the corner foaming at the mouth. This cat was a terror and never just 'sat in the corner,' so we knew something was wrong. We took him to the emergency vet where the vet said he was severely dehydrated. Unfortunately, he had some sort of brain damage and we had to put him down.
When we confronted the friend, she said she went by every day, but we have determined that to be a lie.
My wife and I had actually set out four different water bowls, big ones like you put fruit it, they were all bone dry. We ended up just cutting off all contact with the girl that did this. My wife was pretty upset about it and I'm not as nice as my wife is, so we just thought it was best to not talk to her anymore. She knows what she did, and hopefully down the road she'll be laying in bed and remember what a terrible person she is.
Ever since then when we go out of town, we leave a sink running and the small toilet open. Yeah, we have a tiny toilet in one of our bathrooms for some reason. I actually have a coworker that I trust more than just about anyone else, he comes by and takes pictures of our cats for us. He lives less than two minutes from us and I pay him in BBQ, it's fantastic. As extra insurance, my mom pops in every other day just to make sure everything is alright."
"When I was 13, I came home and found my front door wide open, my parents missing, my neighbors on my front lawn, and blood all over our grass and the nearby wall.
It turned out my father, who knows how to do professional landscaping, was trimming the tree in our front yard when a branch broke and he lost his balance. He fell backward and ended up landing on our neighbor's fence, which was topped by steel spikes. One of the spikes went into his leg, though he apparently didn't even notice or feel it so he pulled himself off the fence without a problem, but when he tried to stand, he collapsed onto the lawn.
He lost a lot of blood and had to have emergency surgery, but survived. His wound was so bad that when he made it to the hospital, a police officer and doctor confronted him because they figured he had to have been shot and tried to get him to admit it so that they could find the culprit.
It was an incredibly scary moment, but that was 17 years ago and he is fine today, though he did end up eventually getting his revenge by chopping that tree down."
"I was raised by my grandparents. They were wonderful people who adopted a bunch of terrible kids over the years, and they once let my aunt and her boyfriend move their RV onto the property because they got kicked out of wherever they were staying.
The worthless leaches were trying to cook smack in it and it caught on fire, so they ran off and left it there burning. The neighbors called 911 and the fire department put the fire out before it got to the house. It was nice coming home from school to that. It was a huge mess. My grandparents were almost arrested and they almost lost their house and land.
My aunt and her boyfriend were arrested a day or so later. They were charged with a bunch of felonies and my aunt only got out of prison a few years ago. The boyfriend is still in prison. He was out on parole when they were arrested. They'd told my grandparents he was on probation for some crime, but he was actually out of prison on parole.
Pretty much the only thing that saved them was that the lab was in a vehicle registered to the boyfriend. Even though we didn't get into any legal trouble, it was still a pain because the whole house had to be tested and they had to hire someone to clean up the mess and have the property test clean before we could move back in.
My childhood home is now listed as a former smack lab on the National Clandestine Laboratory Register.
My grandparents never recovered financially."
"Probably 12 years ago now, my sister got her four kids taken away. CPS gave them to my parents, and as a 13-year-old, they basically became my siblings. I helped raise them, taught them basically everything from reading/eating/playing games etc. I was basically an older sibling.
Two years went by, and one day, I got home from school and it was dead quiet. I still remember the sound. My dad was home, so I asked where they were, and he told me some lady from CPS came and got their coats/some clothes and took them away. And that's the last we've heard of them. That was it. No goodbyes or nothing. They probably don't even remember me at all.
We haven't heard anything about it at all, my sister doesn't have custody of them, and I've tried Facebook, but that's all I can think to do. We still have no idea what happened to them at all."
"I was living with my mom and her family whilst attending college. I came home one night and found that my younger teenage brother had been arrested for waving my stepdad's weapon around outside after an argument with the neighbors. He hadn't intended to use it, just present it for self-defense because our neighbors' little red-headed moronic son threatened to kill our dog. They called the cops, and they pressed charges to the fullest extent; he went to prison. My grandfather said he wasn't in the wrong because he was on our property, technically, but it didn't matter.
It very nearly tore our family apart completely; my mom and stepdad almost separated over it because they were such an emotional wreck; things were never quite the same. As for my brother, he wasn't in prison very long, but he did serve a sentence and it was a major event in his life. I still haven't decided if it was good for him or not. While it was a wake-up call, and he did some serious growing up, he was also traumatized by it and I fear it may have actually emboldened his growing criminal tendencies. It was not his first time in prison.
I also feel like our neighbors had it out for us to begin with. Their kids were bullies and never liked us, and neither did their parents; I was also told after the fact that they shot my sisters with red rider, something we never took action on which ticked me off. I flip them the bird every time I pass their house, even though my family doesn't live next door anymore.
I am not excusing his actions. I am, however, to say the least, aware of his point-of-view for his actions, and I'm unhappy at the long-term outcome in hindsight. A child beheld access to a legally owned weapon in response to a threat on private property and was punished for it like a hardened criminal, and the effect it had on our family was disastrous.
Yeah, I'm a little bitter about it."
"April of this year, I met my dad for dinner at my favorite restaurant. I’d been slammed at work and it was really nice to see him.
I came home to my wife sleeping on the couch in the tv room. I went into my soap lab (I have a small side business making soap products) and cut some bars from a batch of soap I’d made the night before. I then went back to the tv room and sat next to her on the couch and played a game on my iPad. It was getting sort of late, so I poked her and suggested we go to bed. She wouldn’t wake up. I gently and jokingly licked her ear, but then started to get worried when she wouldn’t respond.
I found myself shaking her trying to wake her. I then looked closer and realized she had overdosed. Things hazed out in my memory here but I ended up sobbing and begging her to wake up. My great Friday evening had turned into the worst night of my life. My wife has been diagnosed with depression since she was in high school. She had been having an awful time at work and wasn’t in a good place.
I called 911 and they were at my house within two minutes. They had three cops come with them. Two young cops and a veteran. The two younger ones started grilling me before the vet pulled them away. I was dazed, scared, and approaching the mindset of a wounded and cornered animal. It was good for all of us that the veteran officer was there. My wife ended up hospitalized for two weeks. Turns out on top of depression, she also had pneumonia.
At the end of all of it, she quit the job with her abusive manager and had a new job within a couple weeks after leaving the hospital. This was only about five months ago. My wife is doing a lot better, but depression is life long.
I came close to losing my best friend that night. It was hands down the scariest place I’ve ever been. It wasn’t just the fear of losing her. It was also the culmination of a year of professional bullying that my wife has been subjected to. I was filled with a blind rage I didn’t know I was capable of. I know I came within a hair’s breadth of vengeful wrath against the person I hold as partially responsible for pushing my wife to considering ending her life."
"I came home from working at a call center, I started at 5 am, so I could be home for lunch and still have some day left to do things and spend time with my kids. I walked in the door and my husband, who was stay-at-home dad for our 2-and-3-year-old children, was fast asleep and snoring on the couch. In the kitchen, the freezer door was wide open and most likely had been for hours. This was a drawer style one on the bottom of the fridge, so golden lining was that neither kid had fallen and had it closed on them. Those tubes of yogurt we kept in the freezer were all over the house, partially eaten having been bitten open with the rest melting into the carpet. Kids were in the youngest's room, the entire toy box empty and them sitting in it- still in pajamas and over-flowing soiled diapers. Oh, and we had one bedroom wall entirely covered in scribbles.
Two screaming, needy toddlers couldn't wake him up all morning but I yelled, 'What the...' and he bolted awake. First thing he did? Make coffee and go smoke while I changed the kids and clean up. We had a yelling match outside and I took the kids to my parents. There had been a lot of bad stuff before, and came after until we divorced, but I still look back at that as one of the real straw breaking the camel's back moments. I quit my job shortly after making him be the breadwinner because obviously he couldn't be trusted to care for them."
"I was 12 years old and messaging a strange guy from another country that I had met online who claimed to be 12. Little naïve me forgot about international fees. I came home to my mom and dad sitting waiting for me in the living room in our big arm chairs villain-style with a stack of reports on my mom's lap. She had a $800 phone bill, which included how many texts were sent between me and the guy, and what was said in those texts. This guy was perverted and pulled me into very lewd conversations multiple times, and being pretty innocent, I went along because...that's what you were supposed to do, right?
And when my parents pulled the bill, they saw every nasty word and photo exchanged between us. My parents faces were so heartbroken and upset and disturbed when I came in, I'll never erase them from my brain."
"I went to turn on the light and nothing happened. The electricity was off.
I went to the electricity box outside and turned it on and went back inside to find that the house has been cleared out of all valuable things. I heard a whirring sound and realized it was the old VCR video tape rewinder rewinding the video tape I put in it in the morning as I left home with my baby son.
And then it dawned on me, the tape only took about three minutes to rewind. The burglars must have turned off the electricity seconds after I left home with my baby in the morning.
They were watching me leave from inside the garden."
"I went on an exchange study trip abroad. The university helped me to sublet my student accommodation to a Chinese exchange student while I was away.
Before returning home, I called the department secretary for some study related stuff, and she quietly asked, 'How much have you heard?'
It turned out that the Chinese student had trashed the apartment, then ran away to another country without a trace. The janitor had to get in there because of the smell to remove some garbage, and of course, the rent had not been paid. It was only due to the department secretary putting a lot of pressure on the company that had sponsored the student to pay my rent that I was able to keep my place.
I still had to spend a week cleaning and had to throw away a lot of stuff."
"I came home to a screaming argument between my folks. I was hungover, had just found my good group of buddies, and we were going out on the weekends getting wasted and being young and dumb. I came home and went to bed. As I lay there drifting in and out of sleep, I could hear a lot of ruckus. It wasn't unusual for them to argue or scream, but I do remember thinking my mom's voice had rarely sounded so raw, so full of pain. I thought, I'm 17, I'm hungover, I'm not going to deal with this, and went back to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later. It was quiet. My dad was gone. I went into her bedroom.
It was dark. The air stank of drinks blended with vomit. That raw, ugly, acidic odor. I went up to the bed. There was a splash of vomit on the floor and a thick chalky pile of regurgitated pills. She'd tried to kill herself.
Probably the most damaging part was that nothing changed as a result. If anything, my dad hushed it up and now denies it ever happened. I didn't tell anyone for years, just so many reasons that now seem totally wrong, but that was me."
"My 700 square-foot apartment looked like a family had been brutally murdered in it.
I was working a 12-hour shift at work and had a friend stop by to check on the dog. She immediately called me to tell me the walls were covered in blood, carpet was soaked, splatter everywhere. My dog came running up and he, too, was covered in blood. He was wagging his tail in pure joy that someone was home, activating the blood sprinkler. He had two deep cuts on his tail from a glass bottle he broke. I left work immediately to take care of him.
I got home and the sprinkler was going off again and on its highest setting. I called the vet that was across the street from me and let them know the situation and that we were coming over. I tried wrapping his wounds in towels and taped them so he wasn't splattering everything in a five-foot radius. Alas, he was such a happy dog and his tail was too strong for my bandage. It slipped off in like two tail wags. We walked to the vet and I was trying to sign in while simultaneously holding a towel around my dog so he didn't make a mess. The vets clearly hadn't believed the severity when I told them the situation, because when they saw the amount of blood going all over their pristine lobby they started panicking and trying to get her mop to clean it up. We waited in the lobby for maybe 15 minutes. There was a lot to clean.
Cleaning the apartment took me about eight bottles of peroxide and about four hours of cleaning with the help of a few other people. I've never seen that much blood before.
Over a course of a couple months, we tried staples, stitches, glue, and a combination of all of them at once. His happy tail was too happy for any of them to work and his wounds wouldn't shut and heal. We ended up having to amputate his tail. Now he is a proud member of the wiggle butt nub club."
"I'll never forget the screams of five mice stuck in glue traps.
I was in college and coming home for the winter one year and my mom had a minor mouse infestation. She decided to buy these glue traps to catch them and they were effective, however, unlike regular mouse traps that kill them instantly, these just trap them and let them die of exhaustion and hunger.
When I got home that day, five of them had gotten caught in the traps and were screaming their lungs out in desperation. It was such a terrifying symphony of screams and I had absolutely no idea what was going on when I walked through the door and worried that something had happened to my dog Snoopy. He was fine, and after I called my mom, she explained what was going on. She asked me if I could take care of them, which was also a terrible thing to come home to."
"After learning the oil and gas company shut down after four years of my employment, I went home at 10:30 am. Both my neighbor and the leasing office manager were outside, or happened to be outside watching me carry my 'office/desk box.' Inquiries were immediate. 'Hey, why are you home so early? What is in that box?"
Then I learned the generator was hit by birds in an 'Angry Bird' fashion and was out of service. That means, all the groceries I just bought were sitting in the fridge and I had no job, with the added bonus of no electricity. The power didn't 'turn on' until later the next morning. I knew this was a sign of twists and turns to come, and boy have they!"
"A roommate I'd gotten from an online ad, after I'd given him two weeks to pay me or move out, completely locked the house and I couldn't get in.
Eventually, I found a way in and started to yell at him for locking me out when he told me he stole from dealers and they were coming to get him. I didn't get to lock the front door before they got there so I hid in my room with the door locked and called the police and uncle. My roommate had a machete and there were a few strangers in my house yelling and trying to kick his and my bedroom doors down. I was freaking out because I can't fight to save my life and had never been in a situation like that before.
They left before the cops showed up. My roommate either cut himself or got hit with the machete, I'm still not clear, so they took him to hospital after getting our statements and tried to figure out what happened. My uncle and family friend threw all his stuff on the street and changed the lock while I tried calm down. I stayed at family friend's house that night.
I got back around 9:30 the next night because a friend from a different state was up and her parents ditched her at my place. We ended up dropping acid together, and at like 2 am, I realized my PS4 was gone. I checked around for more missing stuff and realized a bunch of stuff was missing, including stuff from my room which I was locked in when the dealers had broken in. The roommate's food from the freezer was gone now too, so I figure he'd broken back in to rob me while I was out.
On Monday, I found out I was being evicted, too. Good weekend."
"My high school was over a mile from home and I had football practice. As was normal for us, someone was supposed to be available to pick me up. So I sat around for a few minutes, the busses left, and eventually I went to a pay phone and called the home phone.
After ringing once, my younger brother answered and I started with, 'Hey, I need someone to pick me up from school,' and he just shouted 'Nobody is home!' and hung up.
So I walked over a mile, carrying my backpack, my gym bag, my pads, my helmet...through the rain. And what did I see when I got to the street? Every car my family owned was there. Mom, dad, older brother, they were all home.
I asked them when they got home and they were like, 'We've been here for hours, did you walk?' I walked over and found out that the reason my brother had said that nobody was home was he was playing 'Toon Town,' was annoyed by the sound of the phone going off, and didn't want people talking on it, so he just told me nobody was home so I wouldn't spend 30 seconds asking to be picked up.
So I walked over and turned off the computer in the middle of his game."
"Nothing. I came home to find literally nothing.
My home, which happened to be an RV, was destroyed from the Camp Fire. That was pretty much everything I owned and it burned so hot even the metal melted. Nothing was salvageable. I can't afford to replace most of what was lost, so I've just been getting more and more depressed. I only look forward to sleeping and I'm spending more and more of my time in bed.
I lost my home and job all at once. I don't what I'm going to do. I'm going to try and work up the courage to call the VA and get an appointment. Maybe the head shrinker can do something for me. But the town is gone. So many houses and businesses might not even be rebuilt.
And the worst part is my insurance won't cover me because I was living in my RV at the time. This has been quite the learning experience for me, and I'd imagine lots of other people, too."