Every job comes with its fair share of stories, but working a job with house calls involves an extra dose of hyper personal strange run-ins.
Entering the intimate space of people's homes can make you witness to a bevy of lifestyles, ranging from aspirational to downright terrifying. In the context of a party or friendship, you can call out the weirdness and get the hell out. But if you're on the clock, you often have to suck it up while internally screaming about the bizarre space you've stepped into.
In a recent Reddit thread, people who make house calls for work shared the strangest things they've seen on the job, and it makes the rest of our workplace stories seem tame.
1. hU0N5000 found their neighbor's secret performance room.
"Few years ago I was volunteering with the city council helping people clean their houses after the neighborhood I lived in had been flooded. One house belonged to a Chinese couple who ran the local convenience store. They had asked our crew to help remove water damaged carpet from the ground floor rooms of their house so it could be thrown away."
"As we were removing this carpet, we realized that it ran in one piece under a closed door and into a locked room, so we asked the lady of the house if she wanted us to cut it off at the door and leave whatever was in the locked room behind, or if she wanted to open the room and have us remove the carpet in there also. She responded, "I'll check with my husband what to do. That's his special room."
"This lead to some nervously puzzled looks from our crew. What does a middle aged Chinese man who owns a convenience store keep in his "special room"? Eventually the wife came back with a set of keys and told us that we could remove the carpet in the room and she unlocked the door. We all crowded around as the door opened to reveal."
"A room with carpet up the walls, a mirror ball on the ceiling, a stage at one end with a PA standard sound system, a projector, and in the corner just about the fanciest karaoke machine I'd ever seen. Special room indeed."
2. jl101794 will never forget the vision of a body desecrated by cats.
"I'm a firefighter/EMT so its pretty normal to find a dead body, but one will always stay with me. There was this middle aged guy who lived in his van out in a parking lot somewhat out of town. He never bothered anybody, so the police just let him stay there. It was around middle of July in Arizona (so about 105-110 degree heat) and we got a call to go check on him. Nobody had seen him for a while, and somebody had complained of a foul odor coming from his van."
"We all knew what we were gonna find, but nothing could prepare us for what we actually came across. I opened the back door to his van and a cloud of flies flew out so thick you couldn't see through it. I was immediately punched in the face by the stench of death, and when the flies cleared out we finally got a look at what was in there. The guy had been dead for at least 2 weeks and his cats had survived by eating the fleshier parts of his body. I've seen my fair share of dead bodies, but something about a guy who had been in a van for 2 weeks in Arizona summer heat with cats eating his body that just sticks with you."
3. Ed98208 met a baby chestnut.
"I used to volunteer for a wildlife rescue and did a pickup at a very elderly woman's house where she had found a baby bird. When I got there she carefully uncovered it from the towel she'd placed it in, and it was just a chestnut."
4. AgonizingFury couldn't complete the haunted job.
"I used to install Dish Network for a living.
I was installing for an elderly lady, who complained that her "sister's" TV always showed the same thing hers did. I had a 2 tv installation order so I figured that would be OK."
"I finished the installation and was demonstrating the system when she looked at the full length mirror and complained that her sister's tv was still showing the same thing.
Noped out of there as quick as I could, and left notes on the account in case she called in."
"A couple of years ago I worked for a cleaning company. One of my first days on the job, I was cleaning a woman's house and entered a room on the second floor that - I kid you not - was full of only clocks and mirrors. I've never been so aware of my own mortality."
6. roidetective will never forget the corpse chair.
When I was young we used to clean up after fires. The soot goes everywhere, so everything has to be cleaned (insurance covers it).
Even dildos, polaroid nudes and all other sex toys. We would have to go through their drawers and clean everything, and I always warned them. This was in the late 80's, so there was no internet then, but at that time Polaroid nudes were popular.
As for creepiest, I once had to attempt to clean a fancy chair that had had a rotting corpse on it for weeks. The chair was expensive, so we had to prove to the insurance company that it wasn't cleanable.
**Edit: Typo
"Poop. I do hardwood flooring and to hook up our big machine I have to get to the breaker box typically in the basement. When I tell these people they just say "do what you do. Do you need me to show you where it is?" and I tell them I'm good at sniffing them out. I walk down the stairs and realize I'm standing in dog shit. Years worth of it. Old white dried out shit and today's shit and everything in between. I yell up to one of my guys to bring a hammer and nails so I can hang my cable so it doesn't touch the floor. It was horrific."
"I can still smell it and it has been at least 15 years. Most people are embarrassed by their basement and I reassure them that I have seen worse because I have seen the worst. Those fuckers didn't even acknowledge it. $400 job that I would walk off now. Also if you pet their dogs your hand smelled like shit. I'm a different man now and if I saw this today I would take those dogs away. I hated typing this out."
8. Grabbsy2 can't eat wonton soup ever again.
"Dead body" might not really be surprising, here, but I still cant eat certain foods after experiencing it, and certain smells make me sick, too."
"I was working for a condo building, letting air conditioning guys look at units within condos. I was just a key holder. One of the last units of the day was a condo, knocked on the door, no answer, opened the door, immediate waft of foul smell. Just some rotten eggs, maybe?
Enter the unit, see some moldy bread on the counter, sweaty looking cake (condensation) on the stove."
"Its pretty fuckin rank in here" I say to the guys. I look into the bedroom and see an older black woman with kindof a bad blonde dye job, hunched over in bed, in a bit of a yoga pose? ("sat up" in bed, but head at feet, legs crossed) Im immediately embarrassed. "Sorry ma'am, I didnt know you were home!" I said.
No movement.I take a step closer. "Ma'am?"
"Shes fuckin dead, dude." One of the air conditioning guys says, as he hurries out of the unit. His only evidence is the smell, and my tone of voice when I said "Ma'am?"
"I step a little closer, the woman's skin is "bruised" and has mouldy patches on it. This is not a "yoga pose", this is a "settling in to the bed" pose."
"Some facts I later learned from the police: Shes a young caucasian blonde woman (i.e. not an older black woman). Last diary entry 10 days prior, pill bottles and last will and testament on the bedside table.
Food I cant eat: wonton soup (first thing I tried to eat, 8 hours later). Smell I cant handle: dirty fridge (e.g. mouldy items left by careless coworker)
I also no longer fantasize about how cool the zombie apocalypse would be."
"edit: Sorry for the Rorschach-esque narration. Im on mobile so that was the fastest way to tell the story. Funny side note, the 9-11 operator spent a full 2 minutes trying to get the security guard to touch the body, to make sure she was not actually still alive.
Also I got the employee of the month award, and a $100 gift certificate.
Though, it was admittedly a slow month."
"When I was in college I was a pizza delivery driver for a small local pizzeria in a very upscale area. I saw some weird and/or cool stuff, but this one stands out. This takes place over a couple of weeks."
"While not out on a delivery, the drivers answer the phones to take orders. I took an order from an obviously drunk man. Fast forward a few days, and take another order from the same guy, again he is very drunk. A few days later I come into work and there is a message posted by the phones to not take orders from the address of the drunk guy. He had written bad checks to pay for the pizzas he had ordered."
"He calls again. Drunk. I tell him we cannot take his order because of the bad checks. He begs me. It sounds like he is crying. I say it's OK if he pays cash. He says he will. Another driver gets sent with the pizza and instructions to only accept cash. About 20 minutes later the driver calls to say that the guy doesn't have any cash. The guy wants the driver to bring him to an ATM. I tell the driver just to come back. When the driver gets back he's almost in tears. The guy is pathetic. He's wasted drunk and there are bottles scattered all over his beautiful place. I put the pizza on top of the oven, since after the shift we get to eat the mistakes."
"The guy calls back. He's crying, begging for food. I tell him there's nothing I can do. He says he hasn't eaten in however long. Again, I buckle and tell him I'll give him the pizza after the shift if nobody wants to eat it."
"A few hours later the pizza is still on the oven, so I drive it over to the guy's house. I knock on the door, I can hear something going on inside but no answer. As I turn to leave, the door opens and the guy invites me in. I try to decline. I just want to give him the food and leave, but he insists he wants to pay me. We walk into the kitchen and there must be a hundred empty vodka bottles. He pours himself another vodka and he gets his check book. He offers me a drink and I decline. He apologizes for the way he answered the door. He said hookers have been coming over and stealing from him."
"In the middle of writing the check, we are making small talk. I don't recall exactly how, but I try to tell him he needs to get some help; rehab. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door and gets really scared and shushes me. He said it's probably a hooker coming back to steal more."
"The door opens and a woman walks in. I'm really freaked now, thinking it's a murderous hooker. She's obviously freaked by my presence. It's his wife. She tells me she's his wife and wants to know who the fuck I am. I tell her I'm just delivering pizza."
"Once we get everything sorted out, she's a bit dubious, but pleasant. She tells me the guy's sad story. He fell off the wagon, so she left him and knows all about the hookers, etc. and has frozen his money.
She writes me a personal check for the pizza with a generous tip, which I cashed and after giving the pizza place its cut, split the tip with the other driver, about 10 bucks each."
"Fast forward a few days. I'm back at work and the boss hands me a letter. It is from the woman thanking me to my boss. My kindness convinced her husband to go back into rehab. My boss asked what was I thinking. It was none of my business to get involved; got fired.
tl;dr felt sorry for guy on two week bender. get fired for my trouble."
"Edit: I just wanted to add a thanks to everybody for all of the kind comments and clarify a few things that in my attempt to keep it short may have been unclear.
I was never quite sure why I got fired. I know it had to do with this, but in general my boss was a good boss and very open-minded. It was a dodgy situation that I got a driver into and I walked into a dodgy situation too, even though it was on my own time. What I remember most clearly about the conversation when I was shown the letter and fired was that my boss said that it was none of my business.
I didn't really do as much as I should have to encourage the guy to get help. I was in an uncomfortable situation with a drunk and I didn't want to piss him off. I think his estranged wife showing up when she did with a third, neutral person there was probably more influential than anything said."
10. ablino_rhino's sister is traumatized by the smell.
"My sister does deliveries for a small pharmacy. Before one of her first deliveries her boss told her that if she couldn't handle the smell she didn't have to go inside. Well, this woman was bedridden and had been shitting in a trash can next to her bed. There was also a dead cat decomposing in the living room."
11. NumberC is unsure what the bathroom snacks were for.
"I used to do pest control. While baiting a house for roaches I made my way to their bathroom...and on top of the toilet tank there was a decorative bowl. Nothing out of the ordinary right? Well the bowl wasnt full of extra tp or washcloths..it was full of white-cheddar cheeto puffs."
12. CYKAABYLATT almost sat into a stab wound.
"Not me but my mom. She's a visiting physical therapist
She used to work in a small city in the area, with some bad areas, and she had to do therapy for a rather overweight guy who was pretty paranoid about the people in his complex (granted most of us would be too) but my mom sat down on the couch and felt something hard underneath the cushion."
"She had the guy get what it was, and it was a stick, with a large knife taped to the end. She had almost sat on the knife too. She asked him if there was anything else like that in or around the area she needed to work in, and he managed to remove multiple knives, makeshift spears, and a syringe based weapon. He was HIV positive.
My mom discharged him shortly."
13. NeverEnufWTF may have found a torture room.
"Construction inspector here. I was looking at a house about to be renovated by new buyers. The basement was all wood-paneled walls, Spanish tile floors, and shit-tons of animal heads mounted on the walls; very old-school "hunting lodge" style."
"Except there was also a room off the basement, behind a bookcase "hidden door" that I only noticed because I was trying to understand the relationship between the foundation and the main floor. Small room, maybe 80 SF. The ceiling had a single fluorescent fixture, recessed, with a heavy steel grating over it. The floor and walls were covered in sheet vinyl, and there was a single metal chair in the room. It was sitting over a floor drain."
"I noped the fuck right out of there. The renovation never happened; the owners tore the house down and built a new one. I still can't drive by that site without feeling a chill."
14. fort___kickass had a David Lynch style home visit.
"Electrician Apprentice. The dyed pink cockerspaniel humping its owners right leg furiously as he sat on the lounge smiling like a mad man"
15. ChillingMarmoset saw a questionable wall of heroes.
"For 20 years, I've spent my summers designing home theater systems. After the installers finish, I go by the house a few days later to check on things. Fully 75% of the time I hit play on the DVD player, porn starts playing. (And yet I forget to check before hitting play, every damn time. Not sure who's dumber. Me or the clients.) Oh..and the recent one...Went by the client's house to do the usual check-in."
"He showed me his "Wall of Heroes" in the foyer. It consisted of framed, autographed pictures of Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, and Henry Lee Lucas. (And a few others I'm forgetting.) Plus some framed letters from them. "Wall of Heroes" indeed."
16. christianthegreen walked into a very specific theme room.
"I work in apartment complexes and constantly go into people's units, once we were taking over a property and doing this we had to go into every single apartment and room to check for the conditions of things."
"One of the apartments I went in to had a room that was covered in nothing but pictures of ceiling fans. There was a bed in the middle of the room, and a small computer monitor in a corner, and hundreds of pictures of fans, big and small, all over the walls. Fans from magazines, fans printed out, fans fans fans."
17. dunegrassrecon is lucky they made it out alive.
"I own and operate my own HVAC company, and that experience combined with working for other, larger contractors over the last 10+ years has had me work in thousands of peoples' homes doing service and sales throughout a very large service area. I've been in homes ranging from multi-million dollar homes where I don't even meet the owner because they want privacy, to single wide trailers where there may have been a meth lab in the back room."
"Creepiest thing happened when I was in my very early twenties, fresh into the trade. Pulled up to a manufactured home secluded in the backcountry, that had boarded windows and no stairs to the porch. Thinking I was at the wrong house, I started pulling way when a very large ~30 year old man comes running out yelling to me that I'm in the right place."
"I walk into the home and am overwhelmed with a putrid stench. The home isn't filthy, but it's cluttered into the point of borderline hoarder status. While I'm working on the furnace, the dude is playing Call of Duty on a 60"+ flatscreen, at full volume/bass on a very loud surround sound. Dude was so caught up in the action he was screaming at the TV like he was in live combat."
"When I finish up diagnosing the problem, I walk into the living room and the dude looks at me like he forgot I was there with a terrified look on his face. I ask if I can talk to him for a minute so I can give him the rundown and quote. He walks up to me, and as I start explaining the work done and quote it's like I'm talking to a brick wall, complete nothingness in his eyes. After I finish talking he just stares at me through an awkwardly long moment of silence. I kinda wave at him like, hey man, you aright? Eventually he snaps out of it and just hands me a credit card. So I tell him okay, let me do the repairs and we'll square up the bill after. He nods, goes back to the couch, and cranks the CoD again."
"I finish the work and walk back in the living room with the invoice, and this time he jumps up and yells, "what the fuck man?! you can't just walk up behind me like that!" Dumbfounded, I apologize and let him know I'm done with the work. He signs the invoice, I give him his copy. He then apologies for blowing up, and goes into normal human mode telling me about how he's a middle eastern war vet with PTSD, and sometimes can be a bit edgy/jumpy. He goes on to tell me that he lives out there alone with very minimal human contact, and that I'm the first person he's seen in a long time. He then starts telling me more about himself, and how his injuries sustain in the service keeps him confined to the house. I can tell he's enjoying the human contact at this point so I hang around and bullshit with him for a bit."
"After a little while, he pulls out a bag of weed and mentions that he uses medical cannabis for relief. He asks me if I want to smoke one with him, and I politely decline being as how I'm at work, need to drive, etc. He gets kind of offended, but I thank him and let him know I need to get going. He asks if I can just hang out for a minute longer, and feeling sympathetic, I oblige."
"Now this is where shit gets really weird. The dude smokes down a couple bowls while holding relatively normal conversation, then out of nowhere he starts going on about how his wife, family and friends have basically abandoned him, and how much he resents all of them for it. Feeling legitimately bad for the dude, I continue to talk with him for a bit and try to steer the convo away from such a dark place. Now the dude is super baked, and out of nowhere I see that lifeless look in his eyes again. He stops talking, and starts just staring at me again. Feeling a bit alarmed I let him know I'd really better get going, when all of the sudden he says something along the lines of, "I see things, man." I reply, "oh, umm, what ya mean?" He says, "Beings, man. Figures. They're constantly watching me and make my life a living hell."
"Not knowing what to say, I just kind of reply something like, "oh... damn, that's f*cked up, do you see a professional about this kind of thing?" He says something along the lines of "I tried, they tell me that I'm the problem when I know it's not me, it's them, the beings. They're everywhere. They're all around us, right now as we speak." I tell him no, brother, it's just me and you here right now, it's all good. He says, "what you can't fucking see them?!" and I tell him no, we're good man, it's just us. He starts getting a fiery look in his eye and says, "you're just like the rest of them, telling me I'm the fucking crazy one. You all try to put me on this medication rather than just fucking listen to me."
"Starting to feel spooked, I just tell him the kind of stuff like, "hey I'm on your side my dude, and they're just trying to help you, I think you should trust your doctors," etc. So I start to kind of move toward the door and let him know I'm gonna head out, and that I hope he finds relief. He jumps up and goes off on me about how I'm just like the rest of them, and I'm just going to leave him up there, all alone to die. Feeling a combination of threatened and bad for the dude, not knowing what to do, I just try to comfort him some more and deescalate, as I can see he's still got that crazy look in his eye. He follows me toward the door, rambling more about the things he sees and how everyone is against him. I notice a small arsenal of guns right next to the door and start to go into panic mode like this dude might do something fucking crazy."
"He then follows me outside, so I turn around and try to shake his hand and part ways. He starts walking to my side like he's going to try to get behind me, so I'm like "what the fuck are you doing dude?" While he's still rambling nonsense. So I said fuck it, bee-lined for my truck to get the fuck out of there. He followed me at a fast walking pace, still rambling as he stares me down as I get into my truck and reverse away as quickly as possibly. As I drive away I still see him standing there looking like a fucking crazy man."
"This happened probably ~8 years ago, so I'm a bit blurry on some of the details, but it was probably one of the more unsettling experiences I've had. There was only a short period of time where while talking to him did I feel like we were actually communicating on a normal level, and after he got super fucking stoned is when he just lost it."
"Not only was it unsettling, but it was sad. I still feel legitimately bad for this dude and hope he was able to find relief and happiness. I notified my office staff of what happened and that they may want to notify the proper authorities for a welfare check, and to my knowledge they did, though I'm not sure if anything ever came of it."
"One thing is for certain, and that's anyone with a combination of severe PTSD, depression and likely schizophrenia definitely shouldn't smoke cannabis. I'm a regular cannabis enthusiast myself, and am damn glad I didn't smoke with that dude, because I really wouldn't have been able to handle that situation if I'd been stoned out of my mind."
"So yeah, that story ended up being a bit longer than I'd expected. I've had all sorts of crazy shit happen while working in peoples' homes, but that one really sticks out in my mind."
18. Milkshake89 hopes the girl in the closet is okay now.
"I used to install residential replacement windows. My boss and I have to walk in out of almost every room that has a window. We go into this ranch style home, I noticed a small bed and pillow on the floor in a closet. Kind of looked like a dogs bed. Then throughout the day I notice they don't have a dog, they don't have a TV, they don't have any electronics, no kids toys. But what they do have is an adopted middle Eastern girl."
"That was where she slept. Mind you they have a little girl (5 yrs old maybe) with her own room and a little boy (7 yrs old maybe) with his own room both with gate latches on the outside of the door. She slept in a fucking closet. I mentioned it to my boss. Said he's run into this kind of thing before, called them "Bible beaters". He brushed it off. I didn't. I called the police, anonymously. Idk what happened. I didn't work for that guy much longer."