“They used a towel for toilet paper. One towel for five people. I left immediately.”

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Warning: This post contains mentions of death and alcoholism.

"He pressured and begged me to stay, but I got out of there while I could. I ended things, and two days later, while I'm doing dishes, I see a car pull into my driveway, and IT'S HIM. He was knocking on the door with 'flowers.' I told him to go back home and never show up again, or I would get the police involved. He finally left, and I blocked him on everything."

"We knocked on my aunt's locked bedroom door, and she yelled, 'What?! It's late, go to bed!' I said, 'Auntie G, I pretty please need you to open the door.' Then I said, 'I think if you don't open the door, something bad may happen...' My uncle opened it, saw the man, and yelled, 'Who the hell are you?' Nothing. Eventually, the cops were called. Turns out they had been looking for him because he had left a mental health facility and was missing during their bedtime head count. 😳"

"Then, I noticed the carpet. It was matted and discolored from the rest of the floor, leading toward the closet, as if it had been bleached or scrubbed with chemicals. He saw me notice it and asked if I was okay. For some reason, I knew my whole face needed to look normal. So, I acted like everything was fine and stayed another 20 minutes until it felt safe to leave. I don't know what was in that closet. But I think if I'd reacted any differently, I would have found out."

"Then, I looked into the bathroom and saw her dad with his junk on the counter while rats ate some kind of food off of it. We ran back to her room. I asked, 'Is this an every-night thing?' She said, 'Yes. I told you that you didn't want to go down there.' Then, her dad came busting into the room in his underwear, yelling at her for going down the hallway with a friend over. I stayed awake for the rest of the night. As soon as I saw daylight, I called my dad and told him I wanted to come home NOW. After that night, I never saw that girl again, and not long after, their house was up for rent. I never went to a sleepover again."