Real People Share Their Stories About The Biggest Jerk Of A Guest Who Ever Stayed In Their House

Real People Share Their Stories About The Biggest Jerk Of A Guest Who Ever Stayed In Their House


“We were having a party at our house and one of the guests got a little out of hand. He started breaking beer bottles on the floor and dancing in the shards of glass in his bare feet.

The dance floor cleared and a circle formed around him, watching as he began rolling around on the floor cutting himself on the glass. One of my housemates started yelling at him to get out and he turned to her and said, ‘Stop censoring my art!'”


“A family friend brings this sketchy girlfriend to a Christmas party. Next day, I realize my new leather boots were missing and in their place was a pair of banged up shoes. That sketchy girlfriend stole my boots. They weren’t even the same sized.

I don’t understand being invited to someone’s house then stealing their stuff.”


“I had a bunch of Pokemon stickers on my room’s wall as a kid.

Had a ‘friend’ come over, and after his dad picked him up and went home I noticed my ALL my stickers were gone. My mom calls the guy’s dad, he brings him right back and forces him to give the stickers back and apologize. He snatched them when we weren’t looking just before his dad arrived. Stopped being friends with that little f**k after that.”



“Had a friend of a friend stay over for a few days. Guy was heavy into chewing tobacco and would sit on the couch spitting into a Dasani bottle. Pretty nasty, but ok for a day or two. After he left for WEEKS afterward we found empty bottles hidden around our apartment full of chaw-spit.”



“When I was about 12 or so, my family invited our neighbors over to dinner. After dinner, my younger brother and their two children went upstairs to play. I stayed downstairs to finish cleaning up.

An hour or so later, my brother comes downstairs and tells me I might want to go check my room. I get up there and the two kids are sitting in the middle of my room with my brand new violin COMPLETELY BROKEN IN HALF. I’ve never raged so hard in my life.

Their parents did nothing. I’m still p*ssed.”


“My old neighbor came knocking on the door because she was locked out and needed to use the restroom. I let her in of course. Ten minutes later she says thank you and leaves.

I go about my business, until I walk by the guest bath. It smelled. It smelled like the worst thing in the world. I lean in to turn the fan on…when I see it. The lid was still up and there laid the most massive cr*p I’ve ever seen. I tried to flush and it started to over flow. Luckily the plunger was nearby and I was able to settle that terrible issue.”


“My mother, out of the goodness of her heart, took in her aunt and uncle who since our house was tiny lived in a camper/trailer next to our garage. They had water/sewer hooked up, could shower/do laundry in our house. They could even cook in their camper. It was a perfect setup really. Then they started to overstep their boundaries.

Without notifying my mom, they brought over a modular round horse pen (think like those dog kennels they sell as individual panels) and brought over a pony who was notoriously a jerk. He bit, kicked, and knocked over the fence panels more than once. The real kicker was that when someone called the township on my mom, they packed up to make the camper look abandoned and just happened to be visiting their children that day.”


“I had a guest (1 of 3) clog my toilet leaving a nice seeping mess in my bathroom. To top it off, guest #2 proceeded to cr*p in my trashcan due to the toilet being out of service. Both blamed it on guest #3 their 8-year-old daughter.”


“At my 18th birthday party at my house this one girl who I already was not fond of got horrendously drunk. She was sitting right outside my bedroom which is on the second story, on my balcony. I was in my bedroom searching for something when she suddenly burst in through to my room from the balcony, clutching her mouth. I quickly escorted her to he bathroom, trying to ignore the smell.

Once I pushed her into the bathroom I immediately closed the door, assuming she would direct herself to the toilet. At this point I was not completely sober so didn’t take note of much except the bathroom situation. Once the girl stumbles out I cautiously made my way into the bathroom as I too had to pee, only to find that she had projectile vomited in not just one direction, but many.

The shower, sink, bath, walls, mirror and door were smeared with her awful half digested curry and Baileys. In my mind she must have entered the bathroom, stood smack bang in the middle and just started spinning uncontrollably until her stomach was empty and the walls were plastered.

I had to get down and scrub for the next hour and a half by myself as the party continued downstairs. To top it off I finally made my way down and rejoined my friends only to find the dance floor had been evacuated because vomit was dripping through the cracks in the balcony and onto people’s heads.”

What lovely stories! From now on, nobody is coming in my house unless they bring their own cleaning supplies and scrub the whole place before they leave. Let us know your own horror stories with a COMMENT and don’t forget to SHARE this article with your friends and family.


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