Sleepovers are filled with movies, popcorn, gossip and some very awkward encounters. These people share just what went down at their sleepover nightmare.
He Shoots, He Misses
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“Camping in the backyard with some friends when I had to pee super bad. I couldn’t find the zipper to the tent to get out and I was about to burst. So I ended up trying to pee though the mesh window. I don’t know why. Well, peeing through mesh doesn’t work very well, especially with terrible 9 year old aim and I ended up laying a pretty thick layer of atomized urine all over everyone else in the tent.
In the morning it turns out one of my other friends was awake pretending to be asleep and saw the whole thing and told everyone it was me who peed all over everything in the tent. Dude was awake while he was getting piss all over him and said nothing. What the f— man? Needless to say I was not invited to another sleepover for quite a while.”
Too Much Discomfort
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“Probably about 14. This girl decided to have a big slumber party for her birthday. Well, she was stereotypically uncool, wore T-shirts with wolves on them, bragged about how far she could stick the arm of her glasses up her nose, and kind of always smelled like dogs. I was about one social rung above her.
My friend and I were the only people that showed up at her big party. Her mom made us hot dogs, and dinner was SILENT. Her dad arrived at started screaming about how her two gigantic german shepherd hadn’t gotten enough affection today. He ended up throwing a hot dog at the girls mother.
Later on I made a joke of the word, “gracias” as, “grassy a–” because I was 13. Her dad pulled me into the kitchen and screamed at me.
I was shaken up and scared so we all went to bed. In the middle of the night my friend and I woke up with the girl sitting up right between us and shaking us awake. We tried to figure out what was going on and she just said, “You know, we could kiss.” Having no interest in such things at that age, I was thoroughly disturbed. My friend called her mom and claimed we were sick and had to be picked up IMMEDIATELY. It was just too much discomfort for one night.”
Run Forrest Run!
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“When I was about 7 or 8, me and a few friend’s were sleeping in a tent in my best friend/neighbors front yard. His dad was a bit of an alcoholic, quite similar to Randy Marsh actually. Anyways, his dad comes home from the bar, plastered, bursts into the tent and wakes us all up, saying we should all go up to the elementary school across the street. We go with him, the whole time acting like spies, avoiding all the lights, all under his drunk a– directions. We get to the playground, and he decides he wants to challenge all of us to a footrace. So we all line up, he yells “GO!” and we all take off. Surprisingly, he kept up with us almost all the way to the finish line, before he busted his a–, fell flat on his face, on concrete. He also landed awkwardly on his arm, breaking his wrist. Was awkward at the time, but looking back on it 20 years later, it’s quite hilarious.”
Losing Friends
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“One time I was over at a friends house for his 11th birthday. It was myself, the birthday boy, and three other guys. We all slept in our sleeping bags in the basement. At around 5am, we all awake to find Jake yelling at the birthday boy Derek. The reason? Derek thought it was funny to take a piss on Jake’s face while he was sleeping, and Jake freaked out. Jake walked out right after that, while the rest of us stayed up and called our parents around 7. I went home around 8, and in that time, Derek was still trying to play it off as funny. Derek lost 4 friends that night.”
Life Ruined
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“13 or 14 years old. All-night roll-playing game session (pen and paper) with my buddies in my friend’s basement. His awesome and very traditionally Chinese mom brings us course after course of food throughout the evening as I vainly try to GM an adventure where my friends are more interested in creating in-game simulations of being drunk (GURPS had a skill for that, like everything else) than in actually playing the game. The night wears on and we finally pass out with dawn quickly approaching.
Shortly afterward I wake up with a start – my stomach didn’t like the awesome Chinese food as much as the rest of me did. Jump up off the basement floor and bolt for the bathroom, only I’m really tall and have a problem with passing out when I get up too quickly. Black out in the doorway and fall hard. Wake up a moment later with my friends standing over me. That’s when it hits me – that looming feeling of dread when you realize that you had just s— your pants in front of a room full of your peers. Is this real or am I dreaming? These terror-filled thoughts are interrupted by a renewed gurgling in my stomach. Apparently it is all too real.
I claw my way into the bathroom and slam the door shut on my startled friends. I pull my pants down and unleash a foul kind of h— in the toilet even as s— continues to soak into my ill-fitting jeans (this happened in the 90’s). But wait, there’s more! Suddenly I need to vomit because this delicious food apparently cannot leave my body fast enough. I do the only rational thing that can be done and start puking into the garbage can as I continue to add to the mountain of poop underneath me.
Apparently I had offended some vengeful deity that day because – obviously – the basket is wicker. So there I am, pooping everything that can be pooped as I vomit into a garbage can that is, at best, straining it. The floor us covered in vomit, my pants are full of s—, and that’s the day that my social anxiety started. Welcome to the next decade of your life, kid.”
Running From Your Problems
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“I was in 4th grade and sleeping over at my best friend’s house. I wet his bed and then clogged their toilet with a massive dump. I didn’t know what to do so I shut the lid and ran into their garage to hide.”
Embarrassing!
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“It was first grade. My first sleepover party. We were watching one of the Star Wars movies and talking Pokemon cards. We were all having a great time.
Bedtime rolls around and my dad has to bend over to turn the VCR off. As he crouches down, he lets rip a fart so thunderous Thor would have cowered, right into the face of my best friend at the time.”
Never Forget
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“When I was 12 my friend Peter had a disco themed birthday party (no, I don’t know why) at his house. The party being on a Friday, we all stayed the night. Being preteen boys with limitless cola, we ended up staying up all night, and decided to watch the sunrise on his back deck. As we’re looking at the majestic, slowly lightening sky, our peaceful moment is shattered by a shrill, screaming voice. Looking to the source of the sound we see his fat, topless, 50+ year old neighbor lady yelling through her kitchen window that we’re degenerate perverts.
She was under the impression we were all staring at her. Once the yelling started we couldn’t really help it, and that horrible image will be forever burned into my mind (I’m 29 now).”
Whoops…
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“I have a story of embarrassing sleep walking while black out drunk….
When I was around 15, I was staying the night at one of my best friends house. We decided to steal a bottle of whiskey from his parents kitchen and walk down to the park down the street to drink it. It was around 10 p.m. I immediately started taking big chugs (Dead sober and no tolerance.) About 30 minutes later I was blackout drunk, but do remember small tidbits. We climbed the roof of the elementary school nearby (Right next to the park) and tried to break into the classrooms. Eventually I became became somewhat belligerent and my friend got annoyed. It took him about an hour to get me to leave with him.
This is where my memory fades completely. We walk back to his house and (apparently) my friend told me to just lay down on the couch in his living room. At this point he was really fed up with how drunk I was and just wanted to go to sleep. He said I agreed and laid down on the couch as he went to his room. And this is where things get a little weird. I get up, in the middle of my sleep and I walk into his older brothers room and just stared at him in his sleep.. My friend had just changed rooms a week ago with his older brother, so I guess in my blackout stupor I assumed it was still his room. He wakes up and asks me what the hell I’m doing. I say nothing and proceed to lay on the floor.
His brother is weirded out, but decides to just leave me be and let me sleep on the floor, probably assuming I’m drunk. About an hour later (according to him) he awakens to me rolling around and puking all over his floor. At this point I am entirely incoherent, so he decides to just deal with it in the morning and leave me be. About an hour or so after that, I get up, and walk into his parents room across the hall, and start puking all over THEIR floor. His parents are pissed, needless to say, but somewhat understanding. His mom gets up, cleans up the puke, (I am COMPLETELY blacked out.) and takes me to the shower. She takes my clothes off, except for my underwear and puts me in the shower and turns it on. This is all according to her, god knows what exactly happened and what I was saying. For all I know, my d— was popping out of my boxers, I never felt the need to ask.
Anyways, the next morning I woke up in his basement with nothing but underwear on, that is stiff from dried puke. With virtually no memory after we decided to try and break into the school. I talked briefly about what had happened with him and his family, as I grabbed my clothes and left. Most embarrassing night of my life.”
Possessed By Deamons
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“My friend was having a birthday party and a bunch of us were sleeping over in the basement. The basement itself was pretty creepy and we had spent much of the night telling horror stories until we eventually went to sleep.
At around 2am, we were woken up by one of the girls stomping up and down the stairs. She was yelling and crying (I can’t remember what she was yelling specifically, but it was basically non-sense). It basically looked and sounded like she was possessed. A few of the girls started asking her to go back to sleep and she basically just angrily screamed “NO” and continued going up and down the stairs. Finally, she eventually stopped, without a word and walked back to bed.
Found out in the morning that she had been sleep walking, and on top of it had wet the bed. She was really embarrassed and we all felt really awkward at breakfast that morning.”
Gross!
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“My friend’s dog woke me up with his tongue in my mouth.”
A Girl’s Worse Nightmare
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“Finally invited to a sleepover at a “popular” girl’s house…started my period and bled all over my pj’s (which I borrowed from her) and her sheets…”
Classic
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“Me and my friend slept in his mom’s bedroom on the floor because she liked company since her husband passed away a few weeks before. Apparently when my mom came to pick me up the next day my friend’s mom said I climbed into bed with her. I had no idea, classic case of sleep walking.”
Not A Sight I Want To See
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“I was about 5 or 6 when I lived in Florida. I was at my best friend’s house. Got thirsty and got up to drink some water. Found my friend’s parents on the couch at 2 am. I promptly went back downstairs.”
A Prank Gone Wrong
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“A girl cried and went home after we froze her bra.”
Letting Go Of Secrets
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“I came out of the closet during a sleepover.
Was sharing a waterbed with two other dudes and three more were sleeping on the floor. I just came right out with it and they all just kind of reacted with “huh” and talked about something else. I thought they just accepted it right there and it wasn’t a problem. It was a huge relief for me that they brushed it off without any issues, too. Ended up finding out last year (I was 13 when this happened. 20 now.) that it was super awkward for everyone else and that’s why they changed the subject so fast. It wasn’t at all awkward for me, but for them it was. Sorry guys.
Although the guy in the middle of me and another friend whispered in my ear that he was bi and we stealth cuddled for a bit, so, doesn’t-matter-had-cuddles, I guess.”
All By Myself
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“No one showed up. I had a lonely childhood.”
Breaking Everything In Sight
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“In the fifth grade I spent the night at my now life-long friend’s house for the first time. They had just had their carpets replaced earlier that day or week. On the way in to the house his mom said, “Boys, take your shoes off when you get inside.” I was like ‘f— that, we got a video game to play’ and ran upstairs. We were hanging out playing Turok 2 for like an hour when we got thirsty. I went downstairs with my buddy to get some gatorade. On our way to the kitchen we saw this amorphous lump sitting in the living room. Upon further inspection, it was a huge pile of dog s—. Upon further further inspection, it had been tracked in on my shoe, and went all the way from the kitchen through the living room, up the stairs, and into the bonus room. F—.
So we grab some red gatorade, and keep playing Turok. Meanwhile, his mom (who is as southern and mild mannered as they come) is on her hands and knees on the stairs cleaning dog s— off her new carpet. In retrospect, I don’t know why I wasn’t cleaning.
About 20 minutes later I got excited during our video game adventure and spilled half of my red Gatorade onto the (seemingly) only area of the carpet not tainted with dog s—.
After we finished playing Turok I decided I would only drink water for the rest of the night. I was slightly mortified at all the destruction I had caused. We started f—— around on the treadmill in his bonus room. Despite my poor beverage handling abilities, I decided to drink some water while f—— around on the treadmill. I fell off and spilled my water all over their answering machine and fried it.
After that I clogged the f—— toilet which overflowed at 3 in the morning. My friend had to go wake up his mom and tell her.
The next morning, these patient souls had somehow not murdered me, or kicked me out of their home. So I ended up breaking a few more items.
My buddy and I started horsing around on his old antique bed. I jumped off a chair and onto the bed and cracked the bed frame. F—. My buddy then showed me the sand dollar his grandfather brought back form Florida for him. I crushed it in my hand.”