Unique Cases of Hide and Seek Going South

Most of the time, hide and seek is a fun and nostalgic game that most of us remember playing as a kid. However, in these stories the seemingly fun game turned into a nightmare for its participants. These real life stories show that fun and games isn’t always all fun and games.

Why Rules Are Important

So to give some background, it was the morning after my brother’s 10th birthday party and his friends were still over from the sleepover. My parents’ house had a fully finished basement that was often used as the place for all the kids to hang out and play.

I was only five at the time, which meant I could get into all the best hiding spots. Except that day, I made a terrible mistake. I had the brilliant idea of hiding behind the TV and TV stand. It was a huge old tube TV, maybe 30 inches, so lots of space.

There was a DVD rack to the left of the TV stand that stored the VHS tapes. I was small enough that I was able to hide on top of the sub-woofer for the sound and couldn’t be seen from in front of the TV. Perfect, right? Wrong.

Well, this all turns bad when the three other hiding places were checked and behind the TV was checked. I was found out and tried to make a break for home base. The only safe way from behind the TV was where “Joe” was guarding.

So with the logic of a five-year-old, I thought I could jump over the DVD rack to get past “Joe” to get to base. I didn’t make the jump, got my foot got hooked on the rack, and collapsed onto the glass coffee table and shattered it.

I got rushed to the ER, happened to need stitches for all the glass that went into my chest. Had the glass gone a millimeter deeper, it would have punctured my heart. We were told many times by my parents to not to play hide and seek and run around in the basement.

Funny that you don’t listen to rules until you find out why. Source: Reddit/Fookenreddit

Doggy Trouble

When I was about seven we were playing flashlight tag (essentially hide and seek in the dark) around the neighborhood and the spot I picked was in someone’s backyard area by a trampoline.

I’m sitting there and I started hearing some rustling behind me, but didn’t want to move because I thought it was the kid looking for me. If I’d known what it was, I’d have run for my life.

Next, I hear a chain sound—and suddenly a pit bull latches onto the back of my leg and wouldn’t let go. I lay there screaming until my brother finally found me. He gets the dog to let go and run away, but he took a chunk of the back of my leg with him.

Doctors had to take some fat from my butt to patch it up and now I have a pretty sweet-looking wound on the back of my leg.

Source: Reddit/Heidelkerb

Seeking Terror

I was playing hide and seek at a friend’s house when I was seven or eight. I was running to get behind the house and took the corner and stepped on top of the metal grate above the basement escape window. Suddenly, my life flashed before my eyes.

The grate somehow gave way and I fell to the bottom, managing to scrape my legs arms and head as I fell. Then I saw where I was and just started screaming. The bottom was dirty gravel strewn with the skeletal and still decomposing remains of countless frogs.

To make matters worse, years of undisturbed spider webs crisscrossing was also triggered and I swear I could see the spider’s eyes looking at me as dozens of thicc booty spiders crawled frantically towards me to enjoy their feast.

I am laying at the bottom, blood seemingly gushing from my elbows, knees, and forehead as I started climbing the infinitely long ladder to the surface while screaming and crying.

Each rung of the ladder was also covered in webs and spiders, who started crawling up my arms. I made it to the surface and my friend’s mom tried to comfort me to little avail.

This series of events took maybe 15 seconds but felt like slow motion the entire time. To this day I have trust issues with any metal grate (storm drain, city sidewalk vent) and what I consider a reasonable fear of spiders.

Source: Reddit/popgoboom

A Very Skilled Player

When I was about seven or eight, my younger sister and I were playing hide and seek in my parents’ house. It was my turn to hide. My mother was taking a shower so I picked the lock on the bathroom door to hide in the bathroom cupboard under the sink.

I was thinking I was a genius because my sister would never find me in there. I sat for a while waiting for her to find me, then my mother finished her shower (she didn’t know I was in there either).

My father came into the bathroom as well. Long story short, they started going at it while I was in there and I was too scared, embarrassed, and utterly mortified. to move or say anything. So I did the worst thing ever. I sat just frozen in position, petrified.

After they finished and left, I stayed in the cupboard for at least 5-10 minutes disgusted by what I had just witnessed but unable to stop thinking about it.

I made sure the coast was clear and made a run for it, just to find my younger sister sitting in front of the TV, completely forgetting that she was supposed to find me.

Source: Reddit/Snowy_Tundra