48 People Share The Moment They Walked Into Someone’s Home And Instantly Started Planning Their Exit

7’x4’ graphic portrait of the crucifixion in the living room. I’m a Christian myself but it was… a lot.

I went to a friend’s house years ago, and he didn’t own a single bowl or cup. He used old takeout containers instead, and every single one was stained.

I met a guy at his condo for our first date. He very proudly gave me a tour of his home, which included a collection of full size coffins. The most ornate one was at the foot of his bed. I flew out of there as if my hair was on fire.

I failed to mention that I already knew him and his brother for about a year, although I had never been inside his home before. We had close mutual friends and several of us lived in the same condo complex. He was not a stranger to me at all, but an acquaintance and it was our official first date. I was surprised that I never heard anyone in our group discussing his unique decorating tastes.

Met a chef online, went back to his place…. I found it weird he had 2/3 dozen locks on his door. Walked in to find boxes of frozen mice, eggs in incubators, and snakes in sterilite boxes stacked up to the ceiling. That’s when he told me he’s also a snake breeder.
I didn’t stay.

Went to a girl's apartment after a date. She had a really cute dog that kept following me around.

I asked her what his name was.

She said, Kevin.

I laughed and said, That's a funny name for a dog.

She looked confused.

That's my ex-boyfriend's name. He passed away last year.

Then she looked at the dog and whispered, "He came back to me."

I didn't even finish my drink.

I was in a church youth group that primarily did community service work for the elderly. We mostly did service work at nursing homes but one year we set up Christmas trees in home bound and hospice patients homes. It was my favorite thing we did in that group, really rewarding and opened my eyes at 12 to taking care of people. We had done 2 houses already and when we get to third house we were told it was for a German immigrant. We set the Christmas tree and then we went to the dinning area to decorate and there was a shrine to her late husband. An SS officer that had pictures in front of what appeared to be a concentration camp. I went to the front room to the priest who was in charge of our group asked him to come back and see and he was mortified at what he saw. Immediately he had us go back out to the bus.

I worked as a housekeeper for a company. People would call and schedule with them and they would quote over the phone and send a cleaner out. Independent contractor type thing. I had some regulars but also would go to random places. I have seen some things. Disgusting places, so many bodily fluids from multiple species. One house I refused to ever go back to. I was sent to an actual mansion in a wealthy gated community, based on the extensive law library in the guy’s office I assume he was some type of lawyer. The living room ceiling had to have been three stories tall and from top to bottom was COVERED with taxidermied exotic animal heads. There were hundreds. Along with other trophies presented around the house. I guess it was his family’s hobby to fly around the world hunting things and having them stuffed. He spent most of the time I was there passively following me around and asking about dusting techniques and equipment and other idle conversation. There were three other cleaners at this job. This guy genuinely gave me the creeps so bad. Afterward he explicitly requested me to be his regular cleaner. It felt like a scene out of The Pest or The Most Dangerous Game.

This happened like 30 years ago when I was still a young thing but I was driving up to a friend's house and decided to take a back road. Driving up over a small hill and there is a cat in middle of the road. Slam on breaks, stop hard, convinced I hit the cat. Get out and cat is...spinning circles in road. Don't touch it because wth. Do get towel and sort of shush it off road to grassy shoulder. Look around, only nearby house is old bungalow nearby. Drive up there to see if it's their cat. No car in driveway and most windows of house are covered with cardboard and tinfoil. What. A three legged dog comes out to greet me. Go around to front of house and most of porch is rotted through. Still, like an idiot, climb onto porch to knock on door. Not only is door unlocked but partly open. It swings inwards and the entire living room is decorated in old Christmas decor. Like from the 80s. It's late summer. Decide to get the hell outta there. Dog was cute tho. Sorry, kitty. Hope you got help.

Made a new friend in sixth grade and went to his house for the first time in the early 80s. His basement was completely bare except for a giant pile of broken toys. He showed me a collection of penthouse magazine his parents bought him. His older sister walked around in her underwear and wanted me to hang out in her room with the door closed.

A melted ice cream cone next to the toilet. Idk what it was about it, but it got me.

Went to a guys house in another country.  Asked to use the bathroom, he told me where it was but I guess I opened the wrong door.  It was a literal armory, dozens upon dozens of ak's and stacks of ammo boxes.

Cat decorations EVERYWHERE. like everything was cat themed… cat shaped clock on the wall, cat salt and pepper shakers, cat shaped rug, curtains with cats on it.. and of course 4 cats to go with it.

I deliver groceries for work. Years ago there was a guy I usually delivered to once a week, was nice enough and tipped ok. One day he opened the door while I was still putting his bags on the porch and I saw a full size confederate flag on the wall above his couch. It's not acceptable ANYWHERE, but we're in MICHIGAN. Never took his order again.

in 6th or 7th grade, my friend had an all-girls sleepover to celebrate her birthday. when every one of us walked through the front door, her father, who i don't think any of us met beforehand, insisted on us all giving him hugs.

her mother left during dinner, i think because she worked overnights, so it was like a dozen young girls alone with the dad. i faked a stomach ache and called my mom to come pick me up, while the dad kept saying that i was okay and didn't need to leave. i never went back to her house.

My brother’s ex-wife’s aunt’s house. I have no idea what their religion was. They were all INSANELY Christian-y though (as in, jaw on the floor when I cussed every other word). ALL of the women had the same haircut and long blonde hair (including former SIL).

I used the guest bathroom and there was a collection of small books (like pocket Bibles?) with all titles like “Cremation: Are You Going to Hell Anyway?”.

I told my mom I needed to leave soon for another bridal shower so we better get going.

Recording devices. Like spy looking kind.

In junior high I was friends with a pair of sisters who lived in a hoarder house, but both their bedrooms were fine. I decided to ignore what the house looked like (and the fact that I wasn't allowed in other people's homes at all, which at my age seemed increasingly dumb) and hung out with them there anyway because I felt like they were more hurt that nobody ever wanted to do anything with them than embarrassed about their home.

Anyway, this ended the day their parents' friend "Cleeve" stopped by and let himself in. Cleeve was in his 30s or 40s and lived in a school bus with trash bags over the windows and scared me. He was always trying to get kids to come onto his bus, and had been parking it on that street. We were sort of trapped in a room by him, and I know my friend got rid of him so I could get out.

Sadly I didn't feel comfortable there anymore, it was too hard to get out if he showed up.:(.

There were cameras in the daughter's bedrooms and he was a single father. No privacy.

Was installing an adjustable bed in the home of this...individual...that lived about 2 miles down a private road not far from the city. The house and yard looked alright, albeit cluttered with macabre yard art. The house was decorated like an old cottage. The bedroom was filled with scale appropriate Papier-mâché figures of cryptids, all facing the bed. There was no tv, and the only light was from a small table lamp in the opposite corner of the room.

Toilet in the living room and only a toilet in the living room. High school party a friend of a friend was throwing. The girl was taking care or her mom who was in a wheelchair. So the mom could get around, they removed all the furniture but as this was the local high school party house, a toilet had been put in the living room and no one knew how or why. We got to the kitchen and the mom was half-falling out of her wheelchair drunk and just starts spinning in circles then crashes into the fridge, fridge door falls off and a regular puts it back on and says it happens a lot. Yep, time to go.