Being in someone else’s house can be strange because you never know what you might stumble across.
Crazy photos, weird s** toys, videos and magazines of questionable nature, the list goes on and on.
And sometimes you find something that you really weren’t meant to see…
What’s the creepiest thing you’ve seen at a relative’s house?
Here’s what AskReddit users had to say about this.
1. Whoa.
“My father came from a large family. He was the youngest of either 12 or 11 kids.
I don’t know the right number because there was one sibling that wasn’t allowed to be spoken of. All of them are d**d now, so there is no one I can really ask for answers.
The unspoken sibling was, apparently, kept locked up in an attic room, and was fed and bathed in that room away from where anyone could see them. This was not an uncommon occurrence back in those days (my father was the youngest, born in 1939.) If a child was born with developmental disabilities they were kept from society out of embarrassment in a “disappointments room.”
At some point, this secret sibling d**d, or was moved to an institution. I was visiting my grandparents for a holiday, probably Christmas, and my cousins and I were playing hide and go seek. While looking for a place to hide I found the disappointments room.
There was a bed, with hand, head and leg restraints on it. An adult size potty chair, and an old fashioned copper tub. The windows had bars between the inside panes and outside panes and the inside glass was frosted. There were stains on the walls that could have been blood, poo, or crayon, and lots and lots of drawings in crayon or charcoal.
This terrified 11 year old me, and I didn’t want to play anymore. But no one would explain what I found beyond, “We don’t talk about that in this house.”
I learned a little bit about this years later from one of my father’s more rebellious older sister.”
2. WTF?
“A gnome. No, not a ceramic garden gnome. A real life, living, breathing gnome.
In Mexico they are called duendes. My in laws live in a small, secluded pueblo in a forest in Michoacán MX. There is talk about seeing “magical creatures” all throughout the forest that people swear by, fairies and gnomes being the top two.
One night my fiancé and I walked to his grandmothers house late at night after satisfying a late night taco craving in town. Before we got to the front door, I got a phone call. I didn’t want to wake anyone inside so I answered outside and leaned myself against the family van parked in their dirt driveway. My fiancé went to the back to pee in the outdoor toilet. I hung up and waited for him to come back so we could enter the house together.
All of the sudden I heard footsteps crunching along the dirt behind me. Slow, careful steps. I turned around and saw my “fiancé” quickly duck behind the van. I laughed and said “babe, let’s go already!” But he didn’t answer. He didn’t even show himself. I figured he was playing around so I turned around and said “ooookay, let’s play hide and seek” Once again, I heard the same footsteps.
This time, the steps were DIRECTLY behind me. I turned around quickly and once again, saw my “fiancé” duck behind the van. I then heard fast footsteps and saw that he had started running. And once he ran, I saw that he was MUCH smaller than I remembered but figured I was seeing things since it was late.
It was then that my actual fiancé came walking towards me with a look of shock on his face- he told me that a short, shriveled creature on two legs ran right past him as he walked out of the bathroom. He said it looked like a man, but definitely wasn’t one, not one he had ever seen. His hands and feet were elongated and his teeth were pointy.
I looked at him in disbelief and asked him “…but weren’t you just playing hide and seek with me?”
He wasn’t.
I never saw that duende again but I’m sure it won’t be our only encounter.”
3. The hat.
“A hat.
My uncle was in the army and kept a hat from the enemy he picked up in desert storm. It has some blood stains on it and a hole where some shrapnel went through and k**led the soldier wearing it.
He kept it in his safe behind a painting in his basement. The whole experience was wild and disturbing, especially for someone in elementary school to see.”
4. Good old Groucho.
“My grandmother had this foot-tall statue of Groucho Marx that she kind of hid in the corner beside the TV and partially covered by a plant.
This f**king statue was so uncanny-looking. I remember the first time I “found it,” I had a feeling of terror paralyze me. I was probably like 5-6 years old. The statue had his face like, looking right at you, stretching his neck out to get a closer look.
Plus, the way it was hidden, was perfect for a surprise discovery. I honestly felt like I was going to d** the first time I saw that f**king thing.”
5. Oh my…
“When I was little – like age 6 to 10 – my grandparents kept a foot high stack of hard core paper p**n mags on their kitchen table.
It was a production called ALLO POLICE from Quebec. And I mean. HARD CORE. My grandmother, grandfather, and dad would rifle through them right in front of us sometimes – me and my mentally handicapped little brother – and drink and laugh and make gross s** jokes.
They used to pass on the ones they were finished with to my dad, who would take them home and stash them in the little Boler trailer he kept parked in our back yard. My bro and I played in there tons, we knew they were there and looked through them like it was nothing. It was normal.”
6. Terrifying.
“My grandmother loves clowns.
She collects paintings, statues…. anything related to clowns, but the most prominent thing are these very expensive and collector porcelain
clown statues that she collects.A lot of them are from the brand Lladro I believe? When I was younger though they were everywhere in the house and there was a specific one I was terrified of in the guest room I would stay in when I spent the night.
I also always requested them to take down the giant clown portrait that hung in the room when I went over because I would swear the clowns would move. Sisters loved the clowns, I did not.”
7. Awful.
“I didn’t understand when I was 7 and saw that 2 of my cousins had a certain set of white pointy hoods and robes.
It’d be 10 years later, when I did understand what they were.”
8. Still not over it.
“Pop Pop was a magician and momom owned a doll store. The nightmares I’ve seen. Hundreds of dolls.
Some being worked on with the eyes hollow. Magician puppets. Fake hands. Oh and wallpaper from the 60’s and plastic covered fuzzy 70’s chairs.
Traumatizing.”
9. Creepy.
“Dolls.
My nana used to collect dolls too (mostly kewpie and those kinds of “around the world” collector style dolls), and for whatever reason she stored them in a glass case in the kids’ room of the family vacation home.
The 200+ year old, plot-of-land-with-no-neighbors, definitely f**king haunted family vacation home. The glass case sat right at the foot of my bed and I distinctly remember just refusing to look anywhere near the glass case at night.
Ugh, those f**king dolls.”
10. Unsettling.
“A room of teeth.
I didn’t know until then that my uncle is a dentist.”
11. Hoarders.
“Well let’s see, my grandparents were hoarders, so…
Jars of p**s, moldy newspapers from the 1950s, all mixed together with antique China.
Little goat paths. Taking turns placing a board over the sink so they could eat dinner.”
12. That’s kind of awesome.
“My grandfather passed in March and I had to go and sort out his belongings.
I found the rite of exorcism. Apparently he used to help a self proclaimed exorcist in the 1970s.”
13. Morbid.
“Wreaths of hair from d**d children. They weren’t a part of our family.
She’s just morbid. They are kind of cool though.”
14. Sounds like a horror movie.
“My great-grandmother’s house has a 1-meter tall jester/harlequin doll that’s just lying on a chair in one of the rooms.
Gave me the creeps.
It has a turnkey in the back that winds it up and plays a tune.”
15. Hmmm…
“We went to visit my great grandmother. She was ancient and only spoke German and had a really stern face.
I was exploring the house a little and found a closed door. When I asked my mother about it she said, “That’s your great grandfather’s room. He isn’t allowed to come out when they have company.”
I never met the man or saw a single photo of him. No one ever talked about him. To me, that’s creepy AF.”
16. Avert your eyes.
“My wife’s cousins.
Their p**n collection sitting in the living room for everyone to see. Still there every time we go.
Asked my wife about that and she goes “Yeah, that’s who they are. Just try to ignore it.” She said it’s been there since she was a kid.
Was just weird to me. They have kids around our age. So that p**n has been out in open view for their children to see since they were….children.”
17. DOLLS.
“I visited my aunt and uncle when I was younger, they lived in a pretty small 3 bedroom in the dessert, northern AZ.
When I arrive my aunt says the guest bedroom is all set up for me, we spend the best few hours catching up and taking a tour around the property. When it’s finally close to bedtime I go into the room for the first time, and there are close to 50 dolls in there.
On the floor, on shelves along the ceiling, on desks, and they all looked right at me when I walked in. Saw Chuckie way to young while unsupervised so that was a hard pass.
They were already govt to bed so I just made an executive decision to sleep on the couch, but even from the other room I couldn’t sleep, I pretty much stared at the doorknob all night long imagining all those dolls colluding and waiting for me to fall asleep to open the door and come get me.”
18. Freaky.
“The light switch plate in my grandma’s bathroom is a naked dude in ab open trench coat (flashing you) and the light switch is his d**k.
Only bathroom in the house and it has never changed. I have had to flick his “switch” since I was a small child.”
19. He’s watching you.
“When I was a kid, my aunt and uncle had a roughly 2 foot tall statue of Charlie Chaplin by their fireplace.
For some reason it really creeped me out as a kid.”
20. Whoa.
“My uncle was a photographer for Life magazine during the Vietnam War.
When I was 10 my cousin and I found his horrifying images in a box in the attic.
His drug problems made much more sense.”
21. Now it makes sense.
“My aunt was a local artist. Not rich but had more money than anyone else in the family, lived in a big house, drove Cadillacs etc…Her art was nice, but nothing special.
One day my little sister crawled into my aunts art studio and wrecked a few paintings. My aunt went nuts and was screaming at my mom to keep a better eye on her kid. As this was going on I snuck into the studio to monitor the damage. My sister had ripped open a canvas of one very ordinary painting and damaged plain looking sculpture.
Tiny bags of full of white powder were inside both. All of a sudden everything about my wealthy aunt and her sh**ty art made sense. My dad made me promise to never talk about it but that was a long time ago.”
22. Nightmare fuel.
“When I was little I would stay overnight at my grandparents house all the time. I dreaded having to get up and use the bathroom in the middle of the night.
You see, my grandmother was from Italy and kept many things around the house from the old country. Pretty normal. Except for the Venetian Masks that were on the wall. In order to get past them I had to walk RIGHT NEXT TO THEM down the hall to get to the bathroom.
Couple that with old school candle holders that were on the wall that kept the hallway dimly lit in a yellowish tinge at 3AM was straight up nightmare fuel. There are all types on the wall. It felt like they were all staring at you the entire time.”
23. Psycho.
“Someone I considered to be my sister (known since we were kids): she had photos of me with my eyes and mouth scratched out in her room.
Not just photos of me alone, but even photos of the two of us and with others, and it was only images of me she’d tampered with even in group photos. Any image of me had my eyes and mouth scratched out.
No one else. At this point, we had been friends for a couple decades.
I stopped talking to her not long after finding that.”
24. He was thinking ahead.
“One of my great uncles has his casket already built and on display in their living room currently used as a bookcase.”
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