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

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.

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.

A massive atrium turned vivarium with opened doors. “They got out but usually come back on their own.” “They” were 6” pythons.

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.

Recording devices. Like spy looking kind.

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 with friends who were caretaking a home for their friends who were out of town. The entire home was crammed with Disney memorabilia, posters, figurines, dolls, etc. I mean there was no surface, crevice, wall, or shelf that didn't have every possible space taken up with Disney. Their friends were adults, no kids at home. Creepy.

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.

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.

I've been inside approx 7000 homes in my working life. (I estimate I've been to 30000 properties including factories, offices, farms, caravans and houses where I never needed to go inside) The creepiest one had no lighbulbs and plenty of mould. I also visited a house owned by a psychiatrist couple and there were bars on every window and door.

I sold and delivered pianos for a while, and someone bought a digital upright for their kid. They're lightweight, and usually we'd take the big box to the customer's home and assemble it there.

One family bought one for their kid, and they smelled horrendous, clearly having terrible hygiene and being indoor chain smokers. I insisted we assemble the piano at the store then deliver it, knowing their house would be disgusting.

It was so foul, so disgusting, so full of vermin and varmints that I wouldn't be surprised if an old relative was rotting under the heaps of trash and junk. "Hoarder" didn't apply - this was a domestic landfill. And there were kids living there, amongst all the filth and rotted food. We delivered it with a speed short of throwing the piano inside and running back to the van.

It was pretty obvious whoever ran the house was severely mentally ill. I told my manager about it, and he called someone he knew whose wife worked at social services.

I sure hope someone got those kids out.

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.

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.

Roaches. Lots of roaches.

Huge Confederate flag hanging over the mantle…I’m a black female btw.

Carpeted bathroom including the toilet seat and tank lid. Add to that, their cat's litter box was in that bathroom.

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.