“Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.”—Emilie Autumn.
Who hasn’t been embarrassed by a family member? Getting called a pet name in front of friends or having an embarrassing childhood pic of oneself shared is not an uncommon humiliation. Unfortunately, some kin take it to a whole other level—a horror story level. Every family has their own habits, and it’s sometimes hard to realize not everyone is on board with the bizarre things they think are totally fine.
From creepy films played on repeat to plate-licking as a household chore, some family quirks will haunt outsiders forever. Then again, there is—apparently—no one way to be a family. Maybe we just don’t get it? The people of Reddit don’t either, but they did share creeptastic stories about others’ families who acted in worrisome ways… but figured nothing was really that wrong. Don’t get too comfortable and read on to these 42 wacky stories about the creepiest things people have seen other families do.
I went to elementary school with this really nice girl. She was the eldest of four girls, all perfectly healthy and beautiful. Kids were laughing at her because she was smelling really bad. I talked to her about it and she told me that her mother makes her wear the same clothes for a week before washing them.
Her mother was really busy praying to have a son. She was in the church at 6 am every morning and spend a lot of time there, always praying to have a son. Well the "miracle" happened and she had a son. That's all they could talk about. It was like Jesus himself was reborn. It was weird.
Maybe two or three years ago I saw her in the bus. The first thing she told me—after not seeing each other for maybe 30 years—was "Did you know I have a brother?" I was speechless...
There was a weird kid in my neighborhood named Neal. He had a club foot. That's not what was weird, it's just sort of memorable.
Anyway, we were invited to his birthday party down the street. His parents sent invites that we were to bring a present and ten dollars to cover the costs of hosting the party.
My mom was annoyed and confused but sent us with the presents and the money. We had to give the money to Neal's parents before they let us in the house. We were each given one water balloon to throw, and exactly one slice of cake. Then we gave this kid his present and his parents sent everybody home after maybe half an hour.
I went to elementary school with this girl and every year she would have a big sleepover with all the girls in the class—only about 10 girls. It was a small school. Anyway, her parents believed in an early bed time, which isn't crazy.
However, they also were super paranoid about robbers and had the most intense security system I've ever seen. This system was very sensitive, and her parents would turn it on after everyone got into their sleeping bags. You were not allowed to get up during he night. You couldn't even roll around without setting the thing off. They would send people to bed at 7 pm and expect all the kids to be silent and still until the morning.
Every year someone would move, the alarm would blare, and the dad would run downstairs with his shotgun while the mom called the cops. Every. Single. Year.
In my first few weeks of high school, I made a new friend who quickly invited me to his house. He and his family were extremely down to earth, normal people it seemed.
When we sat down at the table I don’t remember the finer details of the meal but… after a while I noticed my friend and his younger brother licking every last crumb and bit of sauce from the plate. Nothing out of the ordinary, I thought. Long day, I supposed.
This was until an hour later, when his mother brought my dirty plate into his room and demanded to know who hadn't licked their plate clean. My friend nervously pointed at me. She was furious and asked how the next person was supposed to eat from it if I had not licked it clean. She left the room, surely what I was thinking couldn’t be true? I asked my friend if they actually wash their plates and he replied “Of course, we use our tongues so the next person can use it.”
Needless to say, I never returned to that house.
One family, all sharing the same toothbrush.
I used to have to go overnight to my babysitter's house since my dad worked the midnight shift. When it came time for a bath, they would run the water, Dad would have a bath, then mom, then the oldest girl, then the two little ones.
Without ever draining and running new water. They would just each bathe in each other's dirty water.
My friend’s mom used to bust in on her daughter's friends using the bathroom and quickly snap a picture. She proudly showed me the photo album of random kids using the toilet looking surprised/confused as hell. Didn't really kick in how messed up that was until later in life.
Went to a friend's house when I was 17. She asked her mom for a snack and her mom brought out a huge raw white onion completely slathered in mayo on a plate and she and my friend just went at it with their forks like it was filet mignon.
Four years later. and I still think about that stuff from time to time.
Uhhhh, this is actually abuse, and my mom did call CPS on them, but I'll say it anyway.
We knew a family growing up that the father would time their showers, literally 15 seconds under cold water, he would stand there and watch and then grab them out, one after the other.
They were not allowed to poop in the house. He had toilet paper for emergencies and guests. If they HAD to poop, he would pass them five squares of TP total, and watch them wipe. They trained themselves to only poop at school and church.
Summer would get to be 100 and still no air or fans on in their bedroom, no open windows.
Probably about 20 more insane rules. Weird food rules. Very, very, very sad.
Regarding the toilet paper: They had five squares total. If they needed more, too bad, so sad, pull your pants up and deal with it.
I was about seven or eight years old and I used to play with this girl who lived a few houses down and across the street. I live in a cookie-cutter, very safe and fairly decent neighborhood, across the street from the high school. Her mother never let us play outside because "There could be a drive-by. Any car we see driving by could be someone with a gun and could very easily shoot us and kill us." She never let us play in the living room near the windows either for that same reason.
Another time I was over there playing with my friend, and the mom pulled me aside. She pointed to a truck she saw parked outside my house on the curb—my uncle's truck. She told me that it's actually probably a burglar and he was inside my house and killing my family at that moment. She wouldn't let me go home either for the fear of me also getting killed. She finally let me go home after my mom called later and requested I come home for dinner.
That family is still crazy, even 13 years later.
I went to a friend’s house and we put some cartoons on. While we were watching I asked him a question, but he didn't respond, he was fixated on the TV, absolutely glued.
His nanny just laughed and said "Oh he'll be like that all evening now." So I just had to wait for my parents to pick me up whilst he unflinchingly watched TV for hours...
There was a family of girls I went to church with and none of them were allowed to cut their hair. They had to wait until they were 16, so they wouldn't get a haircut they'd regret—because the mother had.
They also weren't allowed to talk at the dinner table. One time, one of the daughters was laughing at something and coughed on her food. The mom was afraid of one of them choking and dying, so talking was banned. No one told me that when I came over for dinner. I just talked and they all stared at me.
I used to go over to this kid Neil's house when I was in fourth or fifth grade. His entire family, including Neil, would sometimes leave and go run errands, leaving me alone there. They would also tell my parents that I was invited for dinner, but then leave me in the basement to play video games by myself while they all ate.
I never complained, because Sega Genesis.
I knew a girl in high school who had parents who were obsessed with dinner plates. They had such a huge collection of collectible plates in their house that every room was full of them on display. Their entire house was basically a library set up for these things.
Her bedroom was a mattress on the floor surrounded by display cases of plates. You couldn't even lean on any wall, they were all like this. The last time I went over there I knocked one off the wall by mistake. I caught it and it didn't even break, but my god the rage her dad flew into was horrifying.
He was inches away from punching me. Never went back! They tried to nervously laugh it off like "Haha good ole dad being funny haha". The one time I asked my friend why they had so many she want on a passionate tangent about all the cool plates they had and why they were so awesome, it went on for an hour. I never asked again because hearing about neat dishware for an hour was like torture.
I just looked her up on Facebook. She now works as a Tupperware consultant. Seriously!
My sister dated this guy in high school for a couple years. He had the biggest helicopter parents in the world. He would call to see if my sister was around, and then his whole family would show up (mom, dad and sister) to be with him.
It was almost like they were going somewhere and dropping him off, except they would come inside and crash in the living room for hours while they waited on him. I felt so bad for the kid, ‘cause he was 17 or 18 years old and his parents would third wheel him everywhere.
A friend from high school theater used to invite me over to her family's house all the time. Her mom collected large vintage dolls, like child-sized ballerinas, Victorian girls, and this one overly-happy clown. They'd dress it up in their own clothing and place it around the house like it was a family joke that it was "alive.”
They also collected and played didgeridoos as a family group. It sounds cool, but they were all pretty odd individuals.
My family collected "dead people cards.”
When my grandparents would go to funerals they would get those obituary cards with pictures and stuff and collect them. I think it started out as getting them for memory purposes but then they'd get them for other people, and it became like a card game.
My grandparents and their friends would "trade them" and they coveted the ones that had misspellings or limited edition more. Like this one man's name was "Haze," but they misspelled it as "Hazel" and the ones before the funeral home reprinted them were kind of showed off as a novelty.
I didn't realize it was weird forever and mom is still in denial that it was weird. We had to throw out BOXES of dead people cards when my grandparents died, and their stilling living friends actually got mad that we didn't redistribute them.
The Jesus Cuckoo Clock.
I had a good friend in elementary school. They lived in a farmhouse that looked like it belonged to the Addams family. Every wall in this house had a crucifix on it. Not a small hand-held size crucifix, These were two or three feet tall. On EVERY WALL. Bathroom, bedrooms, closets.
They had a room upstairs that we were forbidden to go into—so of course, we had to sneak in and see. I didn't know why it was forbidden, but it basically was a Vatican-style church chapel complete with burning offering candles, pews, an altar and six-foot-tall crucifix with Jesus hanging on it. But this was not the most WTF thing.
They had a Cuckoo clock they called the "Prayer clock.” The clock had the 12 disciples for the numbers on dial, I never knew what came out of the clock on the hour (probably Jesus). But every single hour that clock would go off. My friends’ mother would round up all the kids and make us write thank-you prayers and place them in the "Prayer jar.”
We had to write down thank you notes to Jesus for everything we did in the last hour and place them in the jar. If we were playing with Legos and had a snack I would have to write down "Thank you Jesus, for letting me play Legos and eating string cheese". His mom would read them and usually would have us edit them, saying thins like "You had apple juice too, you don't think Jesus would be sad if you didn't thank him for the apple juice too?"
By about fourth grade I refused to go over anymore, it was just too weird. Especially since their mom had just had a new baby, and they "didn't believe in diapers." They let the kid crawl around naked, and pee /poop on everything.
24 years later? What happened to the kids? One (the roaming dirty baby) became a Catholic Priest. The second youngest moved out and is an "entertainer" and the oldest (my friend) became a programmer in Silicon Valley. The father eventually left the mother.
I went on a road trip with a friend's family one time. It was a five-hour drive, and the entire time, no one spoke. It was completely silent. No music, no talking, nothing. And even though they had drank tons of liquids before getting in the car, no one had to pee during that five-hour drive. Weirdest and most unsettling drive of my life.
Something that I have witnessed for years only began to hit me as the realization slowly unfolded. A family that I visited frequently with all adult children who still live with their parents would coincidentally always have the same exact movie on every single time I visited.
They all huddle around as though they are only watching it for the first time. Once, when I actually stayed over for a longer duration, when the movie finally ended, the TV was finally turned off only to be turned on again and the play button was then pressed for the same movie.
I finally realized that this movie is watched multiple times a day, every single day, almost like a ritual and all the members of the family react the same way to the same scene repeatedly as if they have never seen it before.
I went to this guy's house once after school. I wasn't friends with him, but we were assigned to a project together. We'll call him Gary. Anyways, we were working on this project when he excused himself to use the restroom. 15 minutes later he returned. A little while later, I decided to use the restroom while he was making snacks.
I walked into the bathroom and behold! Before my eyes, floating like a manatee through the brown estuaries of Florida, was the result of Gary's earlier bathroom excursion. I shrugged it off—I mean, we all forget at least once, right? Flushed for him, took a leak, flushed again, and went to work on the project.
Gary's mom gets home from work a couple hours later. She nods to us and says hello politely before heading towards the back of the house. A few seconds later she returns to the kitchen where we were working and screams "WHERE IS IT?" I jump and am confused, so I shoot a "WTF" look to Gary. Gary muttered "It wasn't me, it was [my name]." His mom glared at me, huffed, and walked out.
Gary later explained that every day after school he would take a dump and was required to leave it in the toilet, so his mom could check it. He wasn't even sick or anything—she just wanted to check it to make sure he was healthy or something.
I never went back to Gary's house.
We were 16 or 17 at the time. I failed to realize this makes it all the weirder.
I went on vacation with my buddy when we were kids. They weren't religious, but before every meal they would all say the same chant about being a better person and trying your best. It was really creepy because they would all say it in the same monotone voice.
It turned out the mom was just tired of everyone eating before she got to the table, so she made up the tradition.
I knew a guy who was the oldest of 12 children (he was 20 at the time). He told me that a few months after his mom would have a baby, his parents would go on a "hotel date" and when they did, all the kids would get excited and talk to each other about if he's gonna get her pregnant.
And then they would all bug the mom about it until a few weeks later when she would announce she was pregnant and all the kids would be so excited about it.
I had a close childhood friend whose mom insisted that we treat their dogs like people. Whenever I went around there, I had to "greet" these two cocker spaniels, say goodbye to them when I left, say "excuse me" if I walked past one of the dogs in the hallways. Stuff like that.
Sometimes we'd be eating dinner and having a conversation and the mom would try to "include" the dogs by asking their opinions, and we'd all sit there in silence like idiots until she decided they'd had enough time to reply, which they never did, being dogs.
There was other stuff with those dogs, but I don't really want to relive it right now. Not the weirdest thing ever, but weird enough…
An old friend's mum was completely paranoid that Al Qaeda would storm the small British town they lived in... her solution? Have a massive bomb shelter built under their house. Not the weird part, though.
About five times a year, she would spend literally thousands and thousands of pounds on groceries to stock the shelter with. By this, I mean she would genuinely buy out the whole supermarket—it would take her about 20 trips over a week. Not just canned food, but perishables, too...I only found this out by sleeping over on one of her 'shopping' days, where food covered literally every single surface of their massive house.
My friend just shrugged it off and was “Oh, yeah, just restocking our bomb shelter! We always need to be ready for invasion.” Da heck?
My family was that weird family. From like the ages of three to seven, I would only wear underwear when I was home—I felt free and comfortable that way.
So as soon as I'd get home from anywhere, I'd strip down to my panties and it didn't matter who was at our house, be it my friends, my sibling's friends, relatives, or friends of my parents. My family acted like it was completely normal. I'm sure people thought we were weird as hell.
Okay. Brace yourselves.
I went on a picnic/barbecue thing with this family. Mom, dad, three or four kids, I don't remember. We light the barbecue and start preparing food. The main attraction is chicken wings. Yum. The wings are covered in sauce. They are placed on the barbecue and the mother tends to them. After a forever, the food is ready.
She brings the huge platter of chicken wings, sets them on the blanket. Everyone is taking plates, fixing drinks for themselves etc. The woman picks up a chicken wing. Holds it with two hands, as you do, and starts licking it. She's licking it, turning it over, keeps licking. I think, ''Umm weird, but okay'.”
Then she puts it back on the platter. I am stunned. She picks up another one. Does the same. Puts it back. All the while, she's talking. Saying things like ''Alright kids, come on, get your chicken wings, eat."
As if... she's preparing the wings for our consumption by licking them. I am still in shock. I can't say anything. I'm looking at everyone else. No one, none of them is reacting. There is no sign on anyone's faces that something weird is going on. She licks and licks and licks and they just eat it.
I had salad that day.
When we were in high school my best friend's dad did some seriously creepy stuff.
When we were 13, he gave her a large diamond engagement ring and told her she was forbidden to get married until she found a man who could buy her a nicer one. What the…? We were 13, we didn't want to marry anyone. We spent most of our time playing N64 and riding bikes.
When everyone started dating, she wasn't allowed. Finally, she was very excited and said her Dad had had a vision from God that she was allowed to date now. I'm religious, so I'm not knocking religion, but dude, that didn't happen.
Her dad once came to a school dance and pinned the boy she was dancing with against the wall. Police were called. Dad was banned from school campus and all school functions. Even graduation.
Her mom never said a word from what I heard. My friend was embarrassed by it, but more in a "OMG, dads! LOL" way rather than a “This is creepy as heck" way. She had two brothers, and they were allowed to do whatever they wanted.
I was just beginning to see this girl in high school, we'll call her Sara. After a few weeks, she invited me over to her house for dinner. Classic family, pretty Christian, all blonde, dad’s a construction worker, mom’s a hairdresser, live on a dirt road.
Anyway, so my mom drops me off at their place all the way out of town. I meet them, we chat, everything’s going well as we talk about current events. Since it's early November of 2012, I start joking about how stupid it is that people think the world is going to end next month.
You could hear a pin drop after that comment. Total silence. Sara is just glaring at me, her sister staring at her dad who is also staring at me. And I mean the angry dad stare. Oh man, what did I do. Then her mom starts bawling and leaves the table. "What’s wrong?" I ask. "SHUT UP" her sister yells again. I excuse myself to the washroom.
I know I've messed up and should just go home but teenage me is trying to think what I could do to recover this night and turn it into getting some. When I come out Sara is waiting for me, explains that her mom is just sensitive to the idea of big depressing death stories like those and doesn't like how sometimes she feels like she can't get away from it, even when the TV is off. Okay, makes sense... So I tell Sara I'm sorry, she said it's okay and that we should just go downstairs and watch a movie in the basement. Booyaa, night recovered.
Until I went to said basement.
THE ENTIRE PLACE WAS STOCKED FOR THE END OF THE WORLD. GUNS, FOOD, RAFTS, MAPS, EVERYTHING. I tried to play it off and ask what they were for, hoping a sane answer. "For when God will wash the wrong. We're just being prepared," she replied.
I walked 20 miles home down the highway that night.
I spent the night at classmate's house when I was eight.
Her dad told us he was cooking dinner that night and proceeded to go out to the backyard, take one of the girl's pet rabbits, cut its throat, then cook it.
When she started to cry, her mom gave her this death stare and said, "Stop it. What does mommy love the best...?" And the girl said, "...Obedience."
The act itself isn't creepy, but I was very creeped out until I realized what was happening. I was at my SO's house, and her mom was cooking and said, "I think it's about that time."
Immediately the entire family (mom, dad, and six siblings) started simultaneously mumbling something I couldn't understand.
After they finished and saw the look on my face, my SO said they just said grace, but everybody is in a rush to eat which is why I couldn't hear what they were saying. I thought they were going to sacrifice me.
My neighbors don't let their kids have any condiments on their food. No ketchup on a hot dog or burger. No mayo on sandwiches. When I asked why, the wife went on this rant about how kids don't get choices and they can have ketchup when they move out of the house and get a job.
The really odd part is this is literally the only thing withheld from them. The kids have Xboxes and bikes and toys and nice clothes and everything else they could want in the world... but they gotta eat their hamburgers dry.
I had a friend whose family would never close, let alone lock the door even when taking a dump, so he'd be curling one out and his parents would come in and brush their teeth or whatever as if it was normal.
I burst in on his mother taking a leak one time and she just said, “Won't be a minute.” Whaaaat?
I get that some families do this, it's just odd to me that they would carry on even when there are guests in the house.
I'm late to the party, but I want to share anyway. I once went to my friend's house for her birthday party. I was middle school age. The family was super weird. All the walls were painted these horrific pastel colors. Also, every single room had at least one photograph of Jesus. If not multiple.
Anyway, we're all hanging out at the party, and the mother comes up to me and very sternly tells me she would like a word with me. First, she was mad at me because "We do not swear in this house." Okay. But I said "Jeez." Second, "We do not frown in this house." But not frowning. If you weren't constantly smiling, you were in trouble.
Joke's on those weirdos, because my parents bought that house several years later. We didn’t even realize it until after the fact.
We curse and frown all the live long day. Screw you, Mrs. Shepard.
I had a classmate from sixth through eighth grade who had a childhood that I view as terrible.
She's really successful now and just graduated law school and everything that she posts on Facebook seems to indicate a happy, full and interesting life, but jeez was it weird to see her family mistreat her back in the day.
I barely know where to start, but her mom was absolutely determined to make her this weird sort of Victorian prim and proper lady. One day, she came in with bruises on her arms and she told everyone it was from volleyball practice, but I didn't buy it. She asked me to dance with her at the school dance a few months later and I just flat out asked her what happened to her arm that day. I think she wouldn't have told me at all had she not been flustered by my direct way of asking but she told me she forgot her math book at school and her mother knocked her around a bit.
She once told me she got grounded for a month because she had written the name of the cute guy of our class and her mother found it when she had gone through her notebooks. Her and I were choir kids and the only ones in the school who took voice lessons, so when we went to ISSMA, we sang level one songs at the local high school and I ran into her mother screaming at her in the hallway. Apparently, during her piano solo, she hit a wrong note and got a second-place ribbon instead of a first place which meant she couldn't go onto the next level of the competition. I tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't listen to me and would only congratulate me that I had gotten a first place on my vocal solo.
The crazy thing is that she has three siblings. One older and two younger and they're all the most down to earth people you could ever meet. I asked her younger sister what was up with all these crazy expectations for my classmate like being required to be fluent in French by fifth grade and taking ballerina classes three times a week, but her face just went ashy and said, "We don't talk about that."
She was the sweetest girl ever and I was convinced at the time that she didn't know how to say anything mean against anyone. I think about her all the time.
The father would walk around in his underwear after work. As in, you couldn't come to the house and ring the doorbell, because the dad would be pulling a Breaking Bad and be in underpants only.
They were a weird kind of super religious where you couldn't sing "It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring" because they thought it insulted God. I was quite young when we were friends with their kids, so finding out the underwear thing was really bizarre for me. No one in my house did that.
I'm willing to out myself and my family. One day my then girlfriend (now wife) witnessed us putting sliced cheese on our donuts. Her face was disgusted. I was not aware other people don't do that until that moment. Also, it's delicious, so save your protests.
Since everyone asked, just a regular glazed Krispy Kreme donut and a slice of American cheese. Now for the twist: the cheese is cold.
I am told it is a little disconcerting at first, but people warm up to my very mixed family.
Here is the background: both of my parents have divorced parents that never spoke to each other and never wanted to be like that when they divorced. So we have large family get togethers where all my siblings and all my step-siblings hang out with my mom, dad, stepdad, and stepmom.
This includes international vacations, various birthday parties, and Valentine's Day. We just all get along and we are from a small town. It's especially helpful because last year my stepmom was paralyzed from the chest down and my mom helped take care of her.
Definitely has to be my neighbors when I was younger.
I hung out and played with these three siblings. They were all pretty normal kids, but the mom seemed kind of clingy.
During the summer we would play outside a lot. Baseball. Hockey. Go carts. Swimming. The norm.
Every single day at about 12, the mom would call the kids back to the house, one at a time. They would have to go inside for about a half hour, then come out and the next kid would go in. Never thought too much about it, until one day I was actually in their house with them and found out why she called them.
She had mandatory cuddle time with each of the kids. They would lay on the couch, and she would spoon them, in the quiet, for about 30 minutes each. Weirdest thing I've ever encountered.
Growing up my best friend’s family didn't have traditional snacks like Fruit Roll-Ups, Gushers, etc. They ate sticks of butter. Sticks of freaking butter.
Whenever they offered me some I always told them I wasn't hungry. They had multiple packages of butter in the fridge and freezer. They didn't consume the entire stick rather would cut off pieces. They weren't poor, they weren't fat, but they were freaking crazy.
I remember it was when Euro 2004 (soccer) happened. I went to a friend's house for a sleepover. I was 12 years old then. So we go to his house where his and my mom dropped us there and left. His dad was there though. I never liked this man. Anyway, he welcomed us with the most unwelcoming manner, like he hated to have me for sleepover. We proceeded to his room and played on his PS2. After half an hour, his dad enters the room and says, "Ok I think its about time, Michael" (my friend’s name).
So Michael sits up and unplugs the PS2 and hands it to his father, who takes it and places it on top of a high shelf. Then, the dad makes a hug gesture, like welcoming Michael to hug him, saying "Speak the words," and Michael hugs his father saying, "Thanks father for reminding me to be moderate with distractions from the real life."
The hug ends, he nods us to go to sleep. I went to sleep totally weirded out due to the happening and cause my child brain back then felt bad for playing PS2 like it was bad.
The next morning, we wake up, eat, and greet his mother who was there. Michael goes to his father and knees before him and says, "Please father can I be distracted for a while?" His mother was making coffee like it was totally normal to have her son knee in front of her husband and beg for his joy as if it was a sin. His father looks at me, then to Michael and goes and brings down the PS2 like it was the worst thing he had to do.
I didn't even touch the controller. I was totally uncomfortable in there.
Never slept over there again.
I was babysitting for a girl and noticed weird furs on her bed. She explained to me very matter-of-factly that they were her cats. Her parents skinned her pet cats after they died (presumably of natural causes) and put the pelts on her bed. That was the only time I babysat for them.
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